Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Su Yu sat on the edge of the virtual reality pod.

The tearing sensation in my mind caused by the interruption of my cultivation technique was still throbbing faintly.

Eight hundred thousand for the complete book?

dream!

"system."

Su Yu coldly issued the command in his mind, "One thousand yuan! Force me to deduce the 'Concealing Breath Technique'!"

【Ding! 】

Payment successful. Current balance: 241,000 yuan.

[The experience gained from comprehending the "Concealing Breath Technique" over a thousand years has been distributed!]

boom!

Su Yu's consciousness was instantly pulled into a pure white space.

There are no secret manuals or techniques for cultivation.

There was no renowned teacher to guide them.

Only himself, and that incomplete half of the blood and qi circulation route!

A thousand years of time were drastically compressed into a mere few seconds by the system's immense power.

the first year.

Su Yu tried countless times in his mind to reconnect the broken meridians.

failure.

When qi and blood flow in reverse, the meridians are severed.

The tenth year.

He found the first viable hidden branch, and the blood and qi struggled to advance an inch forward.

The first hundred years.

He managed to deduce over a hundred different follow-up routes from the incomplete "Breath Convergence Technique".

In countless moments of going astray, he searched for that one true path to survival!

The fifth hundred years.

The rudiments of the Qi and Blood Lock began to form within the body.

The martial artist's originally violent blood and energy began to become docile, gradually hiding deep within the bones and muscles.

The first millennium!

hum-

Su Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

Outside the virtual pod, the library lobby remained bustling with activity, and no one noticed the transformation taking place in this corner.

A barely concealed glint flashed in Su Yu's eyes.

It's complete!

That mid-grade Xuan-level cultivation technique, priced at 800,000, was used as bait by the authorities with its beginning and end cut off.

He used a thousand dollars to carve out a road to the heavens!

It's not just about completing parts.

Through a thousand years of frantic deduction, Su Yu's understanding of this technique has even surpassed that of its original creator!

He can not only conceal his vital energy and blood.

It can even fake the attributes of Qi and Blood!

It can even simulate the unique aura of martial artists at different levels!

but.

Su Yu frowned slightly.

"Not enough."

He could feel that the "lock" formed by the condensation of qi and blood within his body was not strong enough.

If you encounter an ordinary grandmaster or a great grandmaster, you might be able to deceive them.

However, if they encounter a Martial Spirit, or even a terrifying being at the Martial King level, or the military's top-of-the-line Qi and Blood Detection Devices, there is still a risk of exposure.

The realms in this world are divided into: Martial Artist, Martial Master, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, Martial Spirit, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Venerable, Martial Saint, and Martial Emperor.

The upper limit of a mid-grade Xuan-level cultivation technique is ultimately too low.

Su Yu pondered for a moment.

There's still 240,000 in my account.

It's not a problem to have that little bit of money!

"System! Deduct another thousand yuan!"

"Continue demonstrating the 'Breath Convergence Technique' for me!"

【Ding! 】

Payment successfully deducted.

[The experience gained from comprehending the "Concealing Breath Technique" over a thousand years has been distributed!]

Rumble!

In the pure white space, Su Yu's consciousness completely shattered the "Concealing Breath Technique" that he had already completed!

Reorganization!

Break it again!

Reorganize again!

He abandoned the original complicated meridian routes and directly engraved the secrets of hidden Qi and blood into every cell!

Su Yu sat there and let out a long breath.

This breath of air made no sound and did not even cause the slightest ripple in the surrounding air.

perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

If Su Yu were to close his eyes and stand here at this moment, even if a martial spirit walked past him, he would probably only feel that he was standing in the air.

The 1000 points of martial arts qi and blood in his body had been completely locked in his dantian and deep bone marrow by that mysterious power.

Not even the slightest fluctuation was leaked out.

"Let's see how it goes."

Su Yu's mind raced.

The Breath Convergence Technique is activated.

The invisible pressure that originally belonged to a martial artist on his body receded rapidly like a tide.

1000 points.

500 points.

100 points.

10 points.

Finally, it settled steadily at 0.8.

Su Yu glanced at his hands.

His muscles were relaxed, and his eyes were dull.

Even the rhythm of my breathing has become exactly the same as before.

0.8 Qi and Blood Value.

That good-for-nothing who ranked last in the entire Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School is back.

Su Yu stood up and took two steps in place.

It doesn't feel out of place at all.

He even felt that if he went to Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School for a physical examination now, the old blood and qi testing machine would definitely print out the glaring number "0.8" without hesitation.

"Too weak."

Su Yu shook his head inwardly.

With a Qi and Blood value of 0.8, you can't even get into the college entrance examination hall.

He needs a reasonable number.

One that could allow him to successfully enter a top martial arts university, or even get a ticket to the top martial arts university in Kyoto.

It wouldn't appear too extraordinary, attracting the covetous eyes of top families and secret laboratories.

A thought crossed my mind again.

The locks on qi and blood in the body loosened slightly.

A wisp of extremely pure Qi and blood flowed through the meridians to the limbs and bones.

0.8.

3.0.

6.0.

9.8.

stop.

Su Yu felt the state of his body at that moment.

9.8 Qi and Blood Value.

It's just one step away from a perfect score of 10.

This number is perfect.

In a prefecture-level city like Jiangcheng, a score of 9.8 is definitely considered top-tier talent, enough to attract the attention of top high schools and secure the best recommendation letters.

But in the context of the entire Great Xia Kingdom, and in a place like the top martial arts university in the capital, where geniuses gather in abundance, this is a different story.

A score of 9.8 can only be considered a "fair" excellent student.

Not at the bottom, but definitely not going to be the first to stick their neck out.

With his hands in his pockets, Su Yu slowly walked towards the library entrance.

There are only two days left until the college entrance examination.

The technique is here.

Qi and blood are restored.

His martial arts skills were also perfected.

Everything is ready.

All that's missing is the east wind.

the other side.

Affluent residential area in Jiangcheng, villas on the hillside in the eastern part of the city.

Inside a luxurious private practice room that is 200 square meters in size.

A rich medicinal aroma filled the air.

A huge white jade bathtub sits in the center of the room, filled with dark red medicinal liquid.

This is a top-grade medicinal bath made entirely from century-old ginseng, deer antler, and the essence and blood of first-tier exotic beasts.

Even a single breath of it can prolong life for ordinary people.

Now, these precious medicinal liquids are only meant to serve one person.

Zhao Ze.

He was shirtless, leaning against the edge of the bathtub, letting the scalding medicinal liquid wash over his muscles.

But at this moment, the eldest son of the Zhao family, who was always known for his composure and confidence, had a gloomy expression on his face.

Still no news?

Zhao Ze suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at a bodyguard in black standing next to the bathtub.

His voice betrayed an undisguised frustration.

The bodyguard kept his head down, not daring to breathe.

"Young Master...not yet."

"Old Mo's phone has been switched off, and we can't get through to his two henchmen either."

"We sent people to several places he frequents, but we couldn't find him."

Whoosh!

Zhao Ze suddenly stood up from the bathtub.

The dark red liquid slid down his strong muscle lines.

"waste!"

Zhao Ze grabbed an expensive towel from the shelf next to him and slammed it to the ground.

"Can't even handle a high school student?!"