Spending Ninety Billion on Microtransactions

“Ninety billion!”

Su Yu’s voice rang out in the deathly silent meditation chamber.

Buzz—!!!

As soon as the command was issued, the mountain of red banknotes piled throughout the chamber and occupying most of its space vanished into thin air. Nine-tenths of it disappeared in an instant!

Ninety billion in cash.

A terrifying fortune large enough to purchase an entire mid-sized base.

And just like that, it dissolved into nothingness.

【Ding!】

【Recharge successful.】

【Nine hundred billion Dragon Coins deducted and converted into ninety billion years of cultivation.】

The system’s cold, mechanical notification exploded in Su Yu’s mind.

Ninety billion years!

That was a span of time long enough for galaxies to collapse and the universe to undergo rebirth.

Su Yu drew a deep breath.

A piercing glint flashed through his profound eyes.

“Inject all ninety billion years of cultivation…”

“Into the Great Void Origin Blood Scripture and my martial realm!”

Boom!

For the fifth time, Su Yu’s consciousness was dragged into that absolutely still, boundless black void of deduction.

Here, time had lost all meaning.

Qi and blood were the foundation of martial cultivation in this world!

All those flashy martial techniques, movement arts, and spiritual powers were nothing more than castles in the air without an overwhelming reserve of qi and blood to support them.

Only when one’s qi and blood were sufficiently abundant could one overcome all techniques with sheer force!

The first year.

Su Yu sat cross-legged in the void, the Great Void Vortex revolving steadily within his dantian.

The one hundred and twenty thousand crystalized units of origin blood within his body flowed slowly, like sleeping black dragons.

The first million years.

Su Yu opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

Too slow.

After undergoing two rounds of tenfold compression, the density of the qi and blood in his body had already reached a level that defied imagination.

Now, even within the system’s deduction space, it took him an entire thousand years just to increase his qi and blood by a single point!

The reason it was so slow was twofold.

For one, the martial talent of his original body was simply too mediocre.

Trying to forcefully operate the overbearing Great Void Origin Blood Scripture—which had already undergone two rounds of tenfold compression—with the shallow foundation of an ordinary person was like making an old ox pull a broken-down cart. Every circulation was unbearably arduous.

The other reason—and the most fatal one—was that there were no cultivation resources here at all!

There was no blood essence from high-level exotic beasts, no spirit stones rich in energy, and no natural treasures or pills capable of replenishing qi and blood in an instant.

Here, he could only rely on the most primitive method of breathing and draw energy from the void, growing stronger one step at a time.

Poor talent. No resources.

One point of qi and blood every thousand years!

The first hundred million years.

The first billion years.

The first ten billion years!

Throughout the unimaginably long years, Su Yu simply sat in the void in silence.

He was like an immortal statue that had existed since the dawn of time.

The Great Void Vortex revolved tirelessly.

One thousand years to gain one point of origin blood.

One million years to gain one thousand points.

One hundred million years to gain one hundred thousand points.

Ten billion years to gain ten million points!

The fiftieth billion year!

The crystalized origin blood within Su Yu had accumulated to fifty million points!

The pitch-black blood, almost solid in appearance, surged and roared through his veins, producing a deep rumble like muffled thunder.

The ninetieth billion year!!!

Rumble—!!!

At that moment, the black deduction void shook violently!

The bitter cultivation of ninety billion years finally bore tangible fruit.

The origin blood within Su Yu’s body surged by a full ninety million points!

Adding the original one hundred and twenty thousand, he now possessed a total of ninety million one hundred and twenty thousand units of crystalized origin blood!

However…

This was far from the end.

Over the course of those ninety billion years, Su Yu’s understanding of the Great Void Origin Blood Scripture had once again crossed into an entirely new dimension—one even its creator had never reached.

There was a path beyond Grand Perfection!

“Third compression!”

Su Yu abruptly opened his eyes in the void and let out a low roar that shattered the surrounding space!

Buzz—!!!

Deep within his dantian, the enormous Great Void Vortex instantly went berserk!

Its rotational speed soared ten thousandfold!

An indescribably terrifying force of collapse acted directly upon the more than ninety million units of crystalized origin blood within Su Yu’s body!

Crack! Crack!

Even his Great Void Tyrant Body, which had already endured two rounds of compression and baptism, began to emit the sound of bones fracturing under unbearable strain.

His blood vessels burst inch by inch.

His muscle fibers were forcibly torn apart, then reassembled.

Pain!

Pain that penetrated straight into his soul!

But Su Yu clenched his teeth and remained utterly silent.

He could clearly feel the blood within his body undergoing a transformation that transcended dimensions.

Ninety million!

Seventy million!

Fifty million!

Under the terrifying pressure of the third tenfold compression, the origin blood that had originally been black as ink gradually began to fade.

In the end…

It transformed into divine blood that was nearly transparent, radiating a faint, dark-golden, glasslike sheen.

Thirty million!

Ten million!

Nine million!!!

Boom—!

The instant his qi-and-blood value was forcibly compressed down to nine million points, all reconstruction and metamorphosis were finally complete.

Su Yu slowly rose to his feet.

Not a trace of aura leaked into the void.

Yet merely by standing there, he caused the surrounding space to ripple and distort, unable to withstand the terrifying mass of his physical body.

Nine million points!

This was the ultimate result of three rounds of tenfold compression!

If converted into the qi and blood of an ordinary martial artist, nine million multiplied by one thousand would equal a full nine billion points of ordinary qi and blood!

Nine billion!

According to the realm classifications of Great Xia’s martial world:

A Martial Venerable’s qi and blood exceeded one billion.

A Martial Saint’s qi and blood exceeded one hundred billion.

Su Yu’s nine billion points of qi and blood left him only ten billion points short of the true Martial Saint threshold.

He was absolutely at the peak of the Martial Venerable realm!

But…

The calculation could not be made so simply.

Su Yu’s qi and blood had undergone three rounds of extreme compression, transforming into dark-golden divine blood!

In terms of physical quality…

In terms of qi-and-blood density…

In terms of the terrifying destructive power he could unleash in an instant…

Su Yu’s current combat strength was absolutely enough to stand on equal footing with an ordinary Martial Saint whose qi and blood exceeded one hundred billion!

With the support of the Great Void Tyrant Body, he could even tear an ordinary Martial Saint into pieces in close-quarters combat!

A Martial Saint!

They were pillars of the nation standing at the very summit of humanity’s pyramid.

One had to understand that throughout the entire Great Xia, there were only two publicly known Martial Emperors!

Beneath the Martial Emperors stood several dozen Martial Saints, each guarding the various abyssal front lines.

And Su Yu—

an eighteen-year-old freshman—

had, in the span of just two days, used ninety billion in cash to forcibly elevate his combat strength into the ranks of Great Xia’s top powerhouses, to the point where he could go toe-to-toe with a Martial Saint!

Whoosh.

His consciousness returned to reality.

Inside the meditation chamber, Su Yu opened his eyes. A flash of dark-golden light flickered through them and vanished.

He raised his right hand and slowly clenched it.

Bang!

The air in his palm was crushed apart, releasing a sharp explosive boom.

Powerful.

Unparalleled power.

Su Yu could feel that if he encountered the assassin Shadow Blade again—the one with six hundred thousand points of qi and blood—he would not even need to use his spiritual power.

All he would have to do was blow once.

The blast of qi and blood released by his third compression would turn the protective aura Shadow Blade was so proud of, along with his entire body, into a puddle of minced flesh.

“My qi and blood are sufficient now.”

Su Yu unclenched his fist and shifted his gaze to the small pile of banknotes beside him.

There were still nearly ten billion left.

His qi and blood were already comparable to a Martial Saint, while his spiritual power had reached the level of a Martial King—more than enough for reconnaissance and unexpected assassinations.

The only thing lacking was his martial intent, his usual primary means of attack. It was still stuck at the “Manifestation” stage.

He possessed the terrifying power of nine hundred million dark-gold divine blood, but without an ultimate artistic conception to match it, he simply couldn’t unleash its full destructive potential.

Tomorrow, he would be raiding a stronghold of the Abyssal Cult. He had to shore up this final weakness!

“System.”

“Recharge nine billion!”

Buzz—!

Nine billion Dragon Coins vanished in an instant.

[Ding! Recharge successful.]

[Nine billion Dragon Coins deducted and converted into nine billion years of cultivation.]

“Inject the nine billion years of cultivation…”

“Into spear intent—all of it!”

Boom!

For the sixth time, his consciousness was dragged into the void of deduction.

Su Yu gripped the gray-black manifested spear and stood silently in the endless darkness.

The realms of spear intent:

Subtlety, Formlessness, Manifestation, Illumination, Soul-Forging…

The first year.

Su Yu thrust his spear.

The gray-black intent of destruction atop the spearhead instantly pierced through the void.

The one-millionth year.

His spear intent completely broke through the shackles of the peak Manifestation stage.

His spear-heart became perfectly clear!

Unhindered by external forms!

At this level, even without a spear in hand—even if all he had was a tree branch, a blade of grass, or even a strand of air—anything could be transformed by his will into an indestructible spear of destruction!

The one-hundred-millionth year.

Su Yu’s gaze grew incomparably profound.

Illumination was merely absolute mastery over technique and will.

But Soul-Forging…

That was the act of giving spear intent a true soul!

The five-billionth year.

The gray-black intent of destruction on the spear in Su Yu’s hand began to churn and writhe violently.

It was as if something was gestating and awakening within that lifeless artistic conception.