The Ninth Billion Year!!!
Roar—!!!
A terrifying dragon’s roar, powerful enough to shake the heavens, exploded through the void of the simulation space!
The spear in Su Yu’s hand instantly transformed into a colossal gray-black dragon ten thousand zhang long, its entire body condensed from pure Destruction Intent!
The giant dragon coiled above Su Yu’s head.
Its gray eyes, devoid of pupils, radiated an aura of deathly silence that made the soul tremble.
Soul-Forging Peak!
After nine billion years of endless deduction, Su Yu had completely endowed the Destruction Intent of the Eight Desolations Annihilation Spear with a soul!
This was no longer merely a martial intent.
It was a Destruction Soul possessing an instinctive awareness for slaughter!
With but a thought from Su Yu, this spear soul could automatically lock onto an enemy and pursue them until one of them died!
Whoosh.
His consciousness returned once more.
The instant Su Yu opened his eyes, the air inside the quiet room twisted violently.
Su Yu reined in all his aura.
Using the recently perfected Myriad Forms Concealment Technique, he firmly concealed the nine million dark-gold divine-blood units within his body—comparable to a Martial Saint—as well as his terrifying spear intent at the Soul-Forging Peak realm, burying them deep within himself.
He glanced at the few suitcases remaining on the floor.
There were still 980 million in cash inside.
Su Yu flipped his wrist.
The money was immediately stored in his storage ring.
He would keep it.
It might come in handy someday.
Although his mental power was still at the Martial King realm and he had not continued deducing it, with his Soul-Forging Peak spear intent and Martial Saint-level physical body, Martial King-level mental power was already more than enough for auxiliary purposes and reconnaissance.
He would save the money for emergencies.
If he encountered something that required comprehension, he could take it out and use it immediately.
Once he earned more money in the future, he could continue spending it to improve his mental power.
“Next…”
Su Yu rose to his feet and stretched, the movement making his bones crack loudly.
“…is heading with Nie Changkong tomorrow to raid a stronghold of the Abyssal Order.”
They would surely seize a massive amount of resources after taking down the stronghold.
Besides, now that he had the shadow identity of “Su Yuan,” he could accept those bounty missions worth hundreds of millions without restraint, earn enormous rewards, and continue improving himself!
Until he reached the pinnacle of this world!
…
Night.
The Jingwu freshmen’s dormitory.
Su Yu took a shower and changed into a clean set of casual clothes.
He had just reached the living room when—
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang.
Su Yu’s Martial King-level mental power swept faintly across the area.
The scene outside the door was instantly reflected in his mind.
He walked over and opened the door.
Outside stood Lin Xiaoxiao, panting heavily as she hugged a weighty refined-steel spear.
The top heiress looked unusually disheveled at that moment.
Her black training clothes were completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her fair skin.
Several damp strands of hair stuck to her cheeks.
She was drenched in sweat, her chest heaving violently.
Clearly, after completing a full day of fist-training, she had not even had time to shower. She had simply run back to the dormitory to retrieve the spear before coming straight to find Su Yu.
“Su Yu…”
Lin Xiaoxiao panted heavily. Her pretty, innocent face was flushed, and her bright eyes held an unyielding stubbornness, along with a trace of expectation hidden deep within them.
“I’m here.”
“You promised me during the day.”
“You said you’d teach me spear techniques.”
Looking at her, Su Yu’s deep eyes flashed with helplessness.
This girl’s obsession with becoming stronger and catching up to him was truly astonishing.
“Come in.”
Su Yu stepped aside, making room for her to enter.
Hugging the spear, Lin Xiaoxiao walked somewhat awkwardly into the spacious living room.
She glanced at the clean, spotless floor, then lowered her head to look at her sweat-soaked clothes, biting her lower lip in embarrassment.
“Um… I think I got your floor dirty.”
“It’s fine.”
Su Yu closed the door and walked to the center of the living room.
“Give me the spear.”
Lin Xiaoxiao obediently handed over the hundred-jin refined-steel spear in her hands.
She had specifically chosen it from the school’s armory. It was a heavy spear best suited for beginners practicing the fundamentals of exerting force.
Su Yu caught it with one hand.
He did not even grasp the shaft. He simply pinched the middle of the spear between two fingers.
The hundred-jin refined-steel spear was as light in his hand as a toothpick.
“The spear is the king of all weapons.”
Su Yu’s voice was calm, carrying an unquestionable professionalism.
He casually flicked the hundred-jin spear, its tip tracing an almost imperceptible arc through the air.
“Swords focus on chopping and hacking. Sabers focus on slashing. Staffs focus on sweeping and smashing.”
“But the spear is different.”
“The essence of the spear lies in a single ‘point.’”
Su Yu turned around and looked at Lin Xiaoxiao with his deep eyes.
“You must raise the strength of your entire body—your qi and blood, bones, and muscles—from the soles of your feet. Send it upward along the great dragon of your spine, through your shoulder, elbow, and wrist, and finally compress and gather it all at the spear tip’s razor-sharp point, no wider than an inch.”
“Do not let a single thread of power disperse.”
“That is the true method of exerting force in spear technique.”
“Watch carefully.”
He did not use any qi and blood.
Nor did he use any spear intent.
He relied solely on the purest physical technique.
His arm trembled slightly.
Buzz—!
The heavy refined-steel spear instantly became a blurred afterimage in Su Yu’s hands!
The spear tip tore through the air with an extremely sharp whistle!
A fierce current of air swept directly across Lin Xiaoxiao’s cheek, slicing off a strand of hair beside her ear.
Lin Xiaoxiao’s eyes widened.
Her heart began pounding violently in that instant.
So fast!
So precise!
Most importantly, in that brief moment, she sensed an indescribable pressure emanating from Su Yu!
It felt as though she were standing at the foot of an impossibly towering divine mountain.
Although Su Yu had concealed his aura with the Myriad Forms Concealment Technique, the quality of his Martial Saint-level physical body still unconsciously radiated a trace of the invisible pressure belonging to a superior being.
“A spear strikes like a dragon, its force concentrated at the tip.”
Su Yu withdrew the spear and casually tossed it back to Lin Xiaoxiao.
“Your turn.”
“A straight thrust.”
Lin Xiaoxiao hurriedly caught the spear.
She took a deep breath.
Suppressing the stir in her heart caused by Su Yu’s imposing presence, she tightened both hands around the shaft.
Her gaze became stubborn and determined.
“Ha!”
With a delicate shout, Lin Xiaoxiao erupted with qi and blood and suddenly thrust the spear forward!
Bang!
The air let out a muffled boom.
The force was considerable.
But the spear tip trembled slightly, and its trajectory deviated by half an inch.
“Wrong.”
Su Yu stepped forward.
He stood beside Lin Xiaoxiao and reached out with his right hand, directly grasping the wrist of the hand she had placed forward on the spear.
The warmth of his touch spread across her skin.
Lin Xiaoxiao’s body instantly stiffened.
Her entire face flushed crimson, even the tips of her ears turning red.
Su Yu, however, paid no attention to it.
His gaze was intensely focused, and his voice remained low and steady.
“Use your waist to generate force. Send it along the great dragon of your spine and transmit it to your shoulder.”
“Don’t stiffen your wrist.”
“Follow my strength.”
Holding her wrist, Su Yu adjusted its angle slightly.
Then, guiding her hand, he suddenly thrust forward!
Whoosh!
The refined-steel spear instantly broke through the sound barrier!
The spear shaft was perfectly straight, without the slightest tremor.
A flawless thrust!
Lin Xiaoxiao stared blankly ahead.
She hadn’t even realized how much force she had used, yet the power behind this thrust was several times greater than when she had just unleashed her full strength.
Was this his control over power?
“Remember it?”
Su Yu released her hand and took a step back.
Lin Xiaoxiao came to her senses, only to feel that the wrist Su Yu had held was burning hot.
She lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes.
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.
“I-I remember.”
Su Yu nodded.
“Practice this thrust tonight.”
“A thousand times.”
“Don’t even think about going to bed until you finish.”
Lin Xiaoxiao abruptly raised her head and pursed her lips in protest.
But when she saw Su Yu’s stern face, she swallowed back whatever complaint she was about to make.
“Oh.”
“A thousand times it is!”
“This young lady isn’t afraid of hard work!”
She gritted her teeth and gripped the spear with both hands.
In the spacious living room, she practiced the monotonous thrust again and again.
Sweat dripped steadily to the floor.
Yet her eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Su Yu sat on the sofa, silently watching the stubborn heiress.
Deep in his eyes, a trace of imperceptible approval flickered.
He had set the requirement of a thousand repetitions not to deliberately make things difficult for her.
Spear techniques were killing arts.
Since this girl was determined to learn from him, he had to take responsibility for her.
Teaching her casually and treating it as a perfunctory exercise would not be helping her—it would be harming her.
Sweat continued to drip.
Lin Xiaoxiao’s arms had already begun to tremble slightly, but with every thrust of the spear, her gaze grew brighter and more resolute.
Night gradually deepened.
Tomorrow—
it would be time to test the power of these nine hundred billion years of cultivation and launch an assault on the Abyss Cult.
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