“You’re not going anywhere today!”
“Stay in the apartment and devote yourself to comprehending the Myriad Forms Concealment Art!”
“Understand as much of it as you can.”
“Tomorrow morning, I’ll take you out under the identity of ‘Su Yuan.’”
“We’re going to wipe out their headquarters!”
After giving Su Yu his instructions, Nie Changkong turned and left with brisk efficiency.
He still needed to go to the military headquarters to mobilize some trusted men and establish a blockade, ensuring that this operation to exterminate them would be foolproof.
……
Inside the apartment.
Everything had fallen completely silent.
Su Yu stood in the middle of the living room.
He looked at the silver storage ring in his hand, filled with one hundred billion in cash.
His breathing unconsciously grew heavier.
He turned and walked into the meditation room.
He shut the heavy ironwood-and-stone door.
Then he activated every soundproofing and defensive formation in the room.
Whoosh—
With a thought from Su Yu, the space inside the storage ring instantly poured out.
Countless black, specially made combination-lock cases came crashing onto the floor of the meditation room like a waterfall.
Their lids sprang open automatically.
Everywhere he looked—
All he saw was a dazzling scarlet red!
A full one hundred billion Dragon Coins!
They had piled up into a genuine mountain of money, nearly filling the entire spacious meditation room!
The rich, fresh scent of printing ink filled every inch of the air.
Su Yu sat cross-legged in the center of the cash mountain.
In the depths of his eyes, a blazing fire unlike anything before ignited.
One hundred billion!
It was a terrifying fortune sufficient to purchase an entire small-scale base!
But to Su Yu, it was merely a string of numbers waiting to be converted into strength.
“System.”
Su Yu’s voice echoed through the quiet meditation room, brimming with barely restrained excitement.
“Recharge!”
“Start with ten million!”
Buzz—
As soon as the command was issued, a small pile of banknotes to Su Yu’s left vanished into thin air.
They transformed into specks of light before disappearing completely.
[Ding!]
[Recharge successful.]
[Ten million Dragon Coins deducted. Converted into ten million years of cultivation.]
The cold mechanical notification rang out in his mind right on schedule.
Su Yu turned his wrist and took out the gray jade slip Nie Changkong had just given him.
The Heaven-grade, supreme-tier concealment technique—the Myriad Forms Concealment Art.
“Inject ten million years of cultivation…”
“Into the Myriad Forms Concealment Art!”
Crack!
The gray jade slip shattered instantly, transforming into a hazy stream of light that shot directly into Su Yu’s brow!
Boom!
Su Yu’s consciousness was instantly dragged into that pitch-black void of absolute stillness, where techniques were deduced.
Time stretched infinitely.
This Heaven-grade, supreme-tier technique, which Nie Changkong had described as “incomprehensibly obscure,” revealed all its profound mysteries without reservation under the passage of ten million years.
Concealment.
It was not simply a matter of restraining one’s aura.
It meant completely assimilating one’s existence into the surrounding environment—even into the void itself!
After ten thousand years.
Su Yu successfully concealed his terrifying one hundred and twenty thousand units of crystalline qi and blood within the void.
His aura became as steady and ordinary as that of a mortal.
After one million years.
His figure began to turn illusory. Even probes of spiritual power could no longer detect his existence.
After five million years.
The technique underwent a qualitative transformation.
He could not merely hide himself. He could even freely imitate the aura of any realm or attribute!
After ten million years!
Boom—!!!
The deduction ended!
The Myriad Forms Concealment Art had reached grand completion!
Whoosh.
Su Yu’s consciousness returned to reality.
He opened his eyes.
A trace of gray, ghostly light flashed through them.
He lowered his head and sensed his condition.
It was astonishingly perfect!
After forcefully pouring ten million years of cultivation into it, this Heaven-grade, supreme-tier concealment technique had not only reached grand completion—it had even given rise to an utterly heaven-defying special function:
[Myriad Forms Return to Nothing]!
In this state, Su Yu could not only perfectly conceal his one hundred and twenty thousand units of origin blood, which rivaled that of a Martial Emperor.
He could even reduce his presence to the absolute minimum.
Most terrifying of all—
He could imitate the aura of inanimate objects and even… the aura of the Abyss!
“Abyssal aura…”
As Su Yu looked at this newly derived special ability, a thoughtful light flickered in the depths of his eyes.
In certain situations—for example, when facing the “traitors lurking among humanity’s higher-ups” mentioned by Nie Changkong—being able to disguise himself with Abyssal aura would be an ace capable of producing extraordinary results.
But…
Su Yu frowned slightly.
He had never actually been to the Abyss, nor had he ever come into close contact with a genuine Abyssal monster.
Although this ability had been deduced by the system, was the aura he could currently imitate truly accurate? Was it pure enough? Could it deceive those genuine fanatics of the Abyss?
All of that remained unknown. For now, it was nothing more than a conjecture.
“Tomorrow, I’m going to wipe out the Abyssal Cult’s headquarters…”
A look of realization flashed through Su Yu’s eyes.
Tomorrow would be the perfect opportunity for a “controlled experiment.”
There would definitely be the most authentic Abyssal aura at the site. He could observe and compare it in secret, using it to verify and fine-tune the aura he had imitated.
As long as he could confirm that his imitation was indistinguishable from the real thing, this trump card would surely produce immeasurably terrifying results in the future!
“Continue!”
Su Yu did not stop.
His gaze fell upon the terminal beside him.
The night before, he had taken a liking to a Heaven-grade, mid-tier movement technique on the internal network of the Capital Martial University’s library: the Thundershadow Starlight Step.
At the time, he had not had any money. Afraid that even if he borrowed the technique, he would be unable to master it, he had simply shut down the terminal.
But things were different now.
He had plenty of ammunition!
Su Yu raised his wrist and opened the tactical terminal, connecting to the Capital Martial University’s internal network.
He directly used the highest access privileges available to a special-grade freshman.
He did not even need to spend any credits. With a soft beep, the complete contents of the Heaven-grade, mid-tier movement technique were instantly projected into the air above the meditation room.
“System.”
“Recharge another ten million!”
Buzz—
Another ten million in cash vanished into thin air.
[Ding! Recharge successful.]
[Ten million Dragon Coins deducted. Converted into ten million years of cultivation.]
“Inject ten million years of cultivation…”
“Into the Thundershadow Starlight Step!”
Boom!
His consciousness plunged into the void of deduction once again.
Thunder.
Starlight.
Ultimate speed!
This movement technique focused on the perfect combination of explosive power and agility.
Throughout the long span of ten million years of deduction, Su Yu ran, leaped, and changed direction again and again through the void.
After ten thousand years.
He broke the sound barrier.
After one million years.
He fused his footwork with the frequency of thunder.
After ten million years!
Boom—!!!
Grand completion!
Su Yu’s consciousness returned.
Sitting amid the mountain of banknotes, his entire body trembled slightly.
A strange sense of lightness filled his limbs and bones.
The Thundershadow Starlight Step had reached grand completion!
Special function—[Starlure]!
It ignored inertia!
It ignored air resistance!
Over extremely short distances, he could even achieve a completely silent instantaneous movement of one hundred meters!
There was no sonic boom and no disturbance in the airflow.
It was as if space itself had folded, carrying him directly from the starting point to the destination!
“Perfect for assassination and escape. Absolutely impossible to counter.”
Su Yu nodded in satisfaction.
Attack, defense, spiritual power, concealment, movement.
His five-sided build had been thoroughly completed.
And at this moment, there were still a full ninety-nine billion nine hundred and ninety-eight million Dragon Coins in cash remaining!
Su Yu drew a deep breath.
He gazed at this scarlet ocean of money.
The flames in his eyes burst fully into life.
“System.”
“Charge it all up!!!”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
