Su Yu stroked his chin, and before long, he had devised a specialized training program for this wealthy heiress.
Afterward,
he got to his feet, walked into the bedroom, and fell into a deep sleep.
…
Meanwhile,
Lin Xiaoxiao carried the heavy refined-steel spear and jogged all the way back to her single-room apartment.
Bang.
The door slammed shut.
She leaned against the cold door, gasping for breath.
Even now,
her violently pounding heart showed no sign of calming down.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The sound of her heartbeat was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her head
and looked at the refined-steel spear in her hands.
The martial will belonging to Su Yu, deliberately suppressed at the threshold of the Transformation Realm, had already begun to slowly dissipate from the spear.
Even so, a faint, unusually warm afterglow still remained.
Lin Xiaoxiao extended a fair finger and gently caressed the shaft.
In her mind,
the scene from Su Yu’s living room moments ago involuntarily resurfaced.
His arms wrapped around her from behind.
His broad, solid chest.
His warm, powerful hands.
And that deep, professional voice pressed close to her ear.
Boom!
Lin Xiaoxiao’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and even her slender neck took on an alluring shade of pink.
She felt as though her entire body had gone weak.
That wondrous sensation of having her soul forcibly guided and merged with another domineering will was far more intense than any physical contact!
“He… He actually lent me his martial will without holding anything back so that I could comprehend it…”
Lin Xiaoxiao bit her rosy lower lip.
Her eyes gleamed with an extraordinarily bright light.
Could this be considered absolute trust?
She hugged the spear, which still carried traces of Su Yu’s presence, tightly against her chest.
Feeling the warmth that was about to fade away,
she felt light-headed, as if she were drunk.
“No!”
“I can’t let him down!”
Lin Xiaoxiao abruptly shook her head, forcing herself to regain her clarity.
She clenched her fists in secret
and made an exceptionally firm resolution in her heart.
Every day!
From now on, she would go to Su Yu every evening to practice spear techniques!
No matter how hard or exhausting it was, and no matter how sternly he watched her,
she absolutely could not give up!
…
The next day.
The sky had only just begun to brighten.
Jingwu’s skies were still shrouded in a faint layer of mist.
Ding-dong.
The doorbell of Su Yu’s apartment was pressed repeatedly and urgently.
Su Yu opened his eyes.
A streak of dark-golden light flashed through his pupils before vanishing.
He turned over and got out of bed without the slightest hesitation.
His martial-king-level spiritual power had already clearly sensed the overwhelming blood-and-qi aura of a Martial Emperor outside the door.
Nie Changkong had arrived.
Su Yu walked to the entrance, but before opening the door,
he stopped.
Hummm—!
The fully mastered Myriad Forms Concealment Art surged into motion within his body!
An invisible, formless gray ripple instantly enveloped his entire body.
Crack! Crack!
Accompanied by an extremely faint sound of bones grinding,
the contours of Su Yu’s face began to visibly change.
His originally somewhat refined yet cold and stern features lengthened slightly, while the corners of his eyes grew narrower and sharper.
The lines of his jaw became markedly harder.
In only a few breaths,
the entire air around him underwent a complete transformation!
The youthful awkwardness of a student faded, replaced by the weathered coldness of someone who had spent years living on the edge of a blade.
Unless someone was as intimately familiar with him as Lin Xiaoxiao,
even a classmate standing right in front of him would never recognize him as Su Yu, the freshman.
Next,
Su Yu’s thoughts shifted.
He compressed and sealed the nine million strands of dark-golden divine blood within his body—blood comparable to that of a Martial Saint—deep within his dantian.
Only a precisely measured amount was released through his meridians: exactly 120,000 points of crystalline blood-and-qi energy!
The Grandmaster Realm!
Not a single point more, not a single point less.
Only after completing all this
did Su Yu reach out and pull open the door.
Outside,
Nie Changkong wore a black combat outfit, his expression grim and murderous.
The instant he saw the door open, Nie Changkong instinctively wanted to call out to Su Yu.
But before the words could leave his mouth,
his entire body suddenly froze!
The perception of a Martial Emperor swept over the young man before him like radar, instantly examining him from head to toe.
An unfamiliar face.
A cold, hard presence.
And steady as a rock, precisely 120,000 points of Grandmaster-level blood and qi!
“You…”
Nie Changkong’s eyes widened as he examined Su Yu from every angle.
If he had not seen him emerge from this very room, he would have suspected that he had knocked on the wrong door.
“This concealment technique…”
Nie Changkong drew in a sharp breath, his eyes filled with astonishment.
“It’s practically flawless!”
“Even I, a Martial Emperor, can’t see through your original appearance without using a soul-searching secret art to forcefully probe your sea of consciousness!”
Nie Changkong could not help praising him.
A top-grade Heaven-ranked technique truly lived up to its reputation!
But what shocked him even more was Su Yu’s comprehension!
In merely one night,
this kid had actually cultivated a technique that even Nie Changkong found obscure and difficult to understand to a level capable of completely fooling the eye?!
A freak!
He was a damn, utterly incorrigible freak!
Su Yu remained calm.
Looking at Nie Changkong, he deliberately lowered his voice, giving it a slightly hoarse quality.
“Vice Principal.”
“From this moment onward, I am Su Yuan.”
Nie Changkong came back to himself.
He nodded in satisfaction.
“Good!”
“Su Yuan!”
“Let’s go!”
Nie Changkong did not waste a word. He suddenly waved his hand.
“Move out!”
“We’re going to wipe out the Abyss Cult’s headquarters!”
…
Ten minutes later,
a completely black stealth fighter with no military markings took off in secret from the rear mountain of Jingwu.
Like a ghost, it tore through the morning mist and flew straight toward the outskirts of the capital.
The black stealth fighter tore through the morning mist like a ghost.
Inside the cabin,
the atmosphere was grim and murderous.
Aside from Martial Emperor Nie Changkong, seated in the main position, and Su Yu, operating under the alias “Su Yuan,”
four upright figures in dark-green military uniforms sat on either side of the spacious cabin.
All four were Martial Kings!
They were trusted elites whom Nie Changkong had secretly mobilized from the military overnight. Every one of them had fought through rivers of blood on the Abyssal Front and carried an intense aura of iron and blood.
However,
when the four Martial Kings’ gazes fell upon Su Yu,
the aura warning others to keep their distance instantly vanished without a trace.
In its place appeared exceptionally amiable smiles.
“Vice Principal.”
The first burly Martial King on the left, a buzz cut framing his broad head, grinned as he sized up Su Yu’s cold, hard features.
“Is this the little brother you mentioned—the Shadow?”
“But… Please forgive my boldness. The blood-and-qi fluctuations coming from this young brother seem to indicate that he has only just entered the Grandmaster Realm, haven’t they?”
The burly Martial King glanced at Nie Changkong, concern evident in his voice.
“Our target this time is an ultra-secret stronghold of the Abyss Cult. Isn’t it a little too dangerous to bring a Grandmaster along?”
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.”
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!" "......"
