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

Su Yu took a step.

We stepped over the two towering stone pillars that exuded a chilling aura.

There were no security guards blocking the way, and no complicated registration process.

There's one day left until the official registration date.

On campus, most of the students were freshmen like him who had come early to scout out the area, as well as upperclassmen in a hurry, dressed in various martial arts uniforms.

Su Yu carried that old, faded canvas bag on his back.

His hands were in his pockets.

I wandered aimlessly along the wide, tree-lined main road.

Kyoto University of Technology is very large.

It's so big it's like an independent city.

The concentration of blood and qi in the air is even several times higher than in the city center of Jiangcheng.

Before we knew it.

Su Yu followed the flow of people and arrived at the very center of the campus.

My vision suddenly opened up.

This is a huge artificial lake.

Weiming Lake.

The lake was deep, with no fountains or boats for people to enjoy.

Even on the surface of the lake, there wasn't a breath of wind.

Dead silence.

Repressed.

Su Yu stopped and looked across the calm lake surface toward its center.

There were no magnificent pavilions or towers built there.

There was only one bare, deathly black, enormous reef.

On the stone.

Half of a dark red spear was stuck diagonally in the ground.

The blade of the gun was broken and its whereabouts were unknown.

The exposed gun barrels were covered with a dense network of cracks, like a dried-up riverbed.

It appeared dilapidated and desolate.

But it was this broken half of a weapon that made everyone who passed by unconsciously slow their pace and look at it with deep awe.

Su Yu walked along the lakeside path.

Beside the lake stands a huge black stone monument.

The inscription on it contained text that reeked of blood.

Su Yu's gaze fell on the characters, which were written with sharp, angular strokes.

"The Great Xia calendar is 240 years old."

"A massive underground fissure suddenly appeared in Kyoto."

"Tens of thousands of high-level beasts surged out of the ground like a black tide, and Kyoto is in imminent danger."

"The third principal of Jingwu School, alone, holding a long spear."

"A desperate battle raged for seven days and seven nights at the heart of the rift."

"Slayed over ten thousand high-level exotic beasts."

"When exhausted, to prevent the ninth-tier beast king from breaking out of the ground."

"The principal ignited all his vital energy and sacrificed his life to drive the spear firmly into the core node of the rift."

"To suppress with one's life."

"The military arrived later and sealed the crack."

"Only half a broken gun was found in the ruins."

"The gun's dark red color is the principal's lifeblood, and it will never fade."

"It is named: Soul Suppressor".

After reading the inscription.

Su Yu stood still for a long time.

Seven days and seven nights.

One man with one gun, suppressing tens of thousands of high-level alien beasts.

In the end, they even risked their lives to seal the cracks.

How tragic this was.

How tragic and magnificent it all is!

Su Yu looked at the lone, broken spear in the middle of the lake, a deep respect flashing in his profound eyes.

He did not deliberately conceal his cultivation level.

A thousand points of Martial Master-level Qi and Blood flowed slowly through his body like the Yangtze River.

He tried to release a sliver of his senses to touch that peerless, deadly weapon from sixty years ago.

boom!

Just as Su Yu's spiritual power touched the edge of the Soul-Suppressing Spear...

A terrifying aura that defies description.

As if traversing sixty years of time and space, carrying a destructive pressure as vast as mountains of corpses and seas of blood, it slammed heavily into Su Yu's mental sea!

Su Yu's face suddenly turned pale.

My body shook violently out of control.

He took a half step back with his right foot, leaving a deep footprint on the hard alloy walkway, before he could barely steady himself.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through my back.

Su Yu's pupils contracted sharply.

Shocked!

An absolutely stunning experience!

He's a genuine martial arts master now!

A terrifying existence with a thousand points of Qi and Blood!

But in that instant just now.

Facing this broken gun, whose owner had perished sixty years ago.

He felt a sense of powerlessness, like an ant gazing at the stars!

Those thousand points of vital energy were like a tiny flame in a storm in the face of this lingering pressure.

If the other party is willing, they can crush him completely at any time!

"That's too powerful..."

Su Yu gasped for breath, forcibly cutting off his senses.

"The residual pressure alone is not enough to withstand even a thousand points of vital energy."

"Just what kind of monster was that third principal from back then?"

King Wu? Emperor Wu?

Even...above the Martial Venerable realm?!

Su Yu didn't know.

But he finally understood why Lin Zhentian said that Kyoto Martial Arts University was a hellish arena where monsters gathered.

heritage.

This is the foundation of the highest martial arts academy in the Great Xia Kingdom!

at this time.

A large number of people have already gathered around the shore of Weiming Lake.

There were senior students dressed in various martial arts uniforms, sitting cross-legged on the grass by the lake, their eyes slightly closed.

There were also freshmen, just like Su Yu, whose faces were full of curiosity and shock.

Everyone was staring intently at the gun in the middle of the lake.

His brows were furrowed.

It seemed to be trying to understand something.

Not far away.

A middle-aged man dressed in a martial arts instructor's uniform was standing by the lake with a dozen or so new students.

"Did you see it clearly?"

The instructor pointed to the broken gun in the center of the lake, his voice deep and powerful.

"This is the spiritual totem of our Jingwu."

"This is also the first stop you freshmen must visit after entering the campus."

The new students looked in the direction their mentor was pointing, their eyes filled with awe.

"This gun contains the purest, most domineering, and most resolute intent of the third principal before his death."

A hint of fanaticism flashed in the mentor's eyes.

"In the path of martial arts, one can learn all techniques and skills."

"The 'meaning' is the most difficult to grasp!"

"If any of you can glean even the slightest insight from this broken spear..."

The tutor paused, then his voice suddenly rose.

"Invincible among those of the same rank!"

"It can even kill opponents of higher levels!"

wow——

The dozen or so freshmen immediately stirred up a commotion.

Everyone's eyes burned with fervor, as if they wanted nothing more than to rush into the heart of the lake, pull out the gun, and hold it close to their chests.

A powerful kill against a higher-level opponent!

These four words hold a fatal allure for any martial artist.

but.

The mentor immediately poured cold water on the situation without any mercy.

"But you'd better keep those little schemes to yourself!"

"There's no need to rush things."

"And don't aim too high."

The tutor snorted coldly.

"This gun intent is too domineering and too brutal."

"Without experiencing real mountains of corpses and seas of blood, without that absolute will to live in the face of death, it is impossible to resonate with it."

"It often takes many years for our Jingwu to produce a peerless prodigy who can barely evoke a resonance from the Soul-Suppressing Spear."

"The last person to have grasped a trace of the essence of spear fighting came from here."

"It's still that same war god senior who guards the Northern Abyss ten years ago!"

Upon hearing the words "God of War".

The fervor in the freshmen's eyes froze instantly, replaced by deep despair.

Only one in ten years?

Or is he a war god-level being?

Does that mean ordinary geniuses like them don't even have the right to drink soup?

"So, keep a calm mindset."

The mentor waved his hand.

"Just consider it a visit to pay homage to the martyrs and experience the baptism of martial arts will."

"Find a place to sit down and try taking a few glances."

"It's best to gain some insights, but it's also normal to gain nothing. Don't push yourself to the point of obsession."

The freshmen dispersed helplessly.

They each found a spot, and like the senior students, sat cross-legged and stared intently at the center of the lake.

Su Yu stood at the very back of the crowd.

He withdrew his gaze.

He didn't squeeze in with the other freshmen.

Instead, they found a slightly secluded corner filled with weeping willows.

Sit cross-legged.

Eyes slightly closed.

Su Yu concentrated his mental energy, trying to reach the source of the oppressive aura and touch the tragic aura swirling above the lake.

One minute.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

Half an hour passed.

Su Yu slowly opened his eyes.

His brows were furrowed tightly together.

He rubbed his throbbing temples and sighed.

Got nothing.

Aside from feeling the murderous aura that could make a person vomit blood, he couldn't sense any so-called "gun intent" at all.

It's like a blind person looking at a masterpiece painting.

You can feel its presence.

However, they were completely unable to grasp the essence of it.

"really."

Su Yu silently complained to himself.

"This kind of thing, which relies on comprehension, chance, and vague talent, has never been suitable for me."

"I'm just an ordinary person who climbed up from the bottom."

"I don't have that kind of innate, exceptional comprehension."

Su Yu looked at the broken spear in the middle of the lake.

His deep eyes showed no sign of discouragement despite the failure.

Instead, a hint of calm flashed through his mind.