Murder and Burial

Inside the dimly lit rental room, the stench of blood and sweat mingled together.

Su Yu stood still, having transferred the money to his own phone.

Without hesitation, he directly switched back to the black "Black Gold IOU" app.

He clicked on repayment.

There were two loans.

A total of 11,000 yuan was deducted.

[Repayment successful. Current debt: 0 yuan.]

As this notification popped up, Su Yu felt as if a small stone pressing on his heart had completely shattered.

Debt-free, light as air.

There was still 242,000 yuan left in his account.

This was a fortune—more cash than he had ever seen in either of his two lifetimes combined.

"System," Su Yu called out in his mind, "continue to recharge my qi and blood points."

But as the words left his mouth, he suddenly clamped it shut.

No.

Su Yu took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the impulse to spend money that had just surged up.

His current qi and blood count had already reached a terrifying 1,000 points, officially stepping him into the martial master realm.

In a small place like River City, an eighteen-year-old martial master was as dazzling as a spotlight in the dead of night.

Too showy.

The tree that towers above the forest is the first to be destroyed by the wind.

Without absolute ability to protect himself, an overly high qi and blood count was not a protective charm—it was a death warrant!

Moreover, Su Yu glanced at the system panel at the edge of his vision.

As long as he had money, he could exchange it for cultivation at any time.

This was essentially a "super battery" he could carry with him.

Normally, he would keep the money in hand and develop quietly.

But if he ever encountered an enemy he couldn't defeat, or a moment when he needed to unleash his full strength in an explosive display, he could just spend money on the spot!

Can't beat you? I'll level up right here!

This was the system's most unstoppable usage.

"Keep the money for now."

Su Yu turned off his phone screen and cast his gaze at the three people lying on the floor.

Old Mo had shattered ribs, breathing out more than he was breathing in, already on the verge of death.

The yellow-haired guy and the fat guy were knocked unconscious by Su Yu's hand strike, sleeping like logs.

How to handle this?

Call the police?

Su Yu sneered coldly in his heart.

Although the laws of the Great Xia Dynasty were strict, they also depended on who you were.

Zhao Ze was a well-known rich second-generation in River City, with family assets exceeding a hundred million yuan and martial arts gyms spread across the entire city.

If he handed these three over to the city defense bureau, the Zhao family had a thousand ways to suppress the matter, at most finding some scapegoat to serve a few years in prison.

As for Su Yu, he would not only reveal that his qi and blood count far exceeded 0.8, but he would also enrage the Zhao family completely.

What awaited him would be the Zhao family's endless, frenzied revenge.

He might not even be able to safely walk into the exam hall for the college entrance exam three days from now.

In this high-martial world where the weak are prey to the strong, mercy was the greatest cruelty to oneself.

Since Zhao Ze wanted to break his legs and ruin his life, Su Yu had no reason to hold back.

The look in Su Yu's eyes instantly turned ice-cold, like the chill of winter.

He walked over to Old Mo.

Without the slightest hesitation, he lifted his foot and precisely stepped down on Old Mo's throat.

Applying a little force.

"Crack."

An extremely faint, crisp sound.

Old Mo's body twitched violently, then went completely limp, never making another sound.

Then came the yellow-haired guy.

Finally, the fat guy.

Three crisp sounds, clean and neat, without making any unnecessary noise.

Su Yu's expression never changed from start to finish.

Having lived two lives, combined with the powerful mindset of a martial master, he was as calm as a precise killing machine in that moment.

Killing was only the first step.

What was more important was—destroying the evidence.

Su Yu pulled three large woven bags from under the bed, which he usually used to store waste.

He stuffed the three bodies into them separately.

They felt extremely light.

For an ordinary person, carrying three adult male bodies was extremely difficult.

But for a martial master with a qi and blood count as high as 1,000 points, the weight of these three bodies was no different from three bags of cotton.

Su Yu lifted the three woven bags with one hand.

He pushed open the window.

In the old town district, late at night, there wasn't even a ghost in sight, and the surveillance cameras had been broken and useless for years.

He slipped silently out of the window, like a night cat merging into the darkness.

His legs suddenly exploded with force!

Boom!

The ground cracked with two shallow craters, and Su Yu's entire body shot forward like a cannonball from its barrel, vanishing into the night in an instant.

Too fast!

He even left a blurry afterimage in the air!

Ten minutes later.

At the abandoned garbage dump west of River City.

This place was a notorious no-man's-land in River City, perpetually filled with a pungent stench.

More importantly, it was home to large numbers of wild dogs.

These wild dogs fed year-round on garbage laced with weak radiation and remnants of mutated beast flesh, making them larger than ordinary wolves and extremely bloodthirsty.

Su Yu stood on a high point of the trash mountain.

He casually pulled out Old Mo's dagger from his waist.

He slashed several deep, bone-deep cuts on the three bodies.

The thick smell of blood immediately spread through the night breeze.

"Awooo—"

From afar, hair-raising howls immediately arose.

In the darkness, pairs of eerie green eyes lit up one after another.

Su Yu tossed the three woven bags into the deepest garbage pit.

He turned, leaped onto an abandoned concrete pillar, and looked down from above.

In less than half a minute, dozens of massive mutated wild dogs crazily rushed at that garbage pit.

Sounds of tearing.

Sounds of chewing.

The grating sound of bones breaking.

These sounds wove together into a brutal symphony in the silent wilderness.

Su Yu stood there calmly, watching.

He kept watch for several hours.

Until the three bodies were gnawed down to not a single shred of flesh, and even the bones were chewed up and swallowed by those mutated wild dogs.

Completely erased from existence.

Even the city defense bureau's most advanced gene detectors couldn't extract any usable DNA from that pile of stinking dog feces.

Su Yu jumped down from the concrete pillar.

He hurled the bloodstained dagger, along with the three empty woven bags, forcefully into the deep, bottomless toxic industrial wastewater pit in the distance.

"Glub."

A few bubbles surfaced, and all evidence was utterly eliminated.

After doing all this, the sky at the horizon was already showing a hint of pale dawn.

It was getting light.

Su Yu followed the same path back.

Back in the rental room, he drew a bucket of clean water and meticulously scrubbed the patch of blood Old Mo had spat on the floor three times.

Until there wasn't a trace of blood smell left in the air.

"Grrrrr—"

His stomach suddenly let out a thunderous protest.

The physical body at the martial master realm had an insanely high energy consumption.

After a whole night of exertion, Su Yu felt like he could eat an entire cow.

He took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and pushed the door open to leave.

The breakfast stall on the street corner had already set up.

"Boss, twenty baskets of soup dumplings, ten fried dough sticks, five bowls of soybean milk."

Fifteen minutes later.

Su Yu rubbed his stomach, stood up, faced the morning sun of dawn, and stretched.

Next, it was time to get down to business.

With over two hundred thousand in hand, he couldn't just let it sit in the bank earning interest.

Money, only converted into strength, was true wealth.

For now, he couldn't mess with his qi and blood points too much.

So he would have to focus on the martial arts aspect.

Last night, he had used a thousand yuan to max out the Five Elements Fist to perfection, even comprehending the Five Elements Unity's internal force.

The power was indeed astonishing.

But ultimately, the Five Elements Fist was simply the most common street-level martial art, enjoying the greatest prevalence across the Great Xia Nation.

Its ceiling was far too low.

Against true experts, or those aristocratic young masters wielding high-grade combat techniques, a basic fist art like that was simply not enough.

He needed a more advanced martial art!

A combat technique with greater lethality!

Half an hour later,

Su Yu stood before the towering, steel fortress-like building in the heart of Jiangcheng City.