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

A cold wind blew by.

His weathered old face was etched with complexity and melancholy.

Chu Kuang lowered his head and glanced at the silver-white spear in his hand.

In my mind.

The scene involuntarily surfaced in his mind that morning on the playground, where he had gone all out to demonstrate his "microscopic" gun intent in order to recruit Su Yu.

At the time, I was quite pleased with myself.

They thought they could intimidate this kid.

I thought I could make him obediently run over and call me master.

The results of it?

They immediately pulled out a "Transformation" ability!

From the abstract to the concrete!

Interfering with reality!

This is insane!

Chu Kuang covered his face, feeling a burning pain on his old face.

"clown……"

"So, I'm just a clown after all..."

Chu Kuang let out a long sigh, his voice filled with endless emotion and heartache.

I thought my profound understanding of spear techniques would be enough to lure this monster into the spear faction.

but.

but……

well! ! !

This kid doesn't need a master at all!

He himself is a monster!

Chu Kuang shook his head, shouldered his spear, and turned away dejectedly.

His silhouette looked particularly desolate.

at the same time.

Kyoto's inner ring road.

Inside a vast, antique-style luxury manor.

The Chen Family Mansion.

boom!

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Chen Feng, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, rushed into the manor's hall like a madman.

In the very center of the hall.

A middle-aged man with a dignified face, dressed in a dark gold robe, was sitting upright in a grand chair.

He was holding an ancient, broken jade slip in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations flickered around him, clearly indicating that he was painstakingly deducing some extremely profound martial arts technique.

The head of the Chen family.

Chen Tiannan, a Martial King-level expert!

"What a flustered and disorderly manner!"

Chen Tiannan frowned, and an invisible pressure from a Martial King instantly enveloped the entire hall.

Chen Feng's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground.

"dad!"

Chen Feng's voice was extremely shrill, tinged with sobs.

"Help me! Dad, help me!"

Chen Tiannan's face darkened instantly when he saw his son's disheveled appearance.

"What happened?"

Chen Feng knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling violently.

He swallowed hard and spoke with great difficulty.

"I...I got into a duel at school..."

"We lost..."

Chen Tiannan snorted coldly.

"We lost, so we lost!"

"Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. Go back and train hard, and we'll win again!"

"What kind of behavior is this, crying and sobbing like that!"

"But……"

Chen Feng raised his head, his face filled with despair.

"I gave him the jade slip containing the 'Formless Blade of Calamity'..."

boom!

Chen Tiannan's aura suddenly erupted!

The thousand-year-old rosewood armchair beneath him instantly turned into a pile of dust!

He suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Chen Feng.

"What did you say?!"

"You gave away the Chen family's Heaven-Rank Clan-Supporting Technique to someone else?!"

Chen Tiannan was so angry that he was trembling all over.

That's the foundation of the Chen family's existence!

It was a priceless treasure that he risked his life to bring back from the Abyss!

"Not only that..."

Chen Feng shrank back in fear, his voice growing softer and softer.

"I still... I still owe him 100 billion in cash..."

"Vice Principal Nie Changkong personally vouched for me, telling me I had three days to gather the money..."

in the hall.

A deathly silence.

Chen Tiannan felt his head buzzing.

My vision blurred in waves.

Lost a Heaven-Rank cultivation technique?

They even lost 100 billion in cash?!

"you……"

Chen Tiannan pointed at Chen Feng, his fingers trembling violently.

"What kind of monster did you mess with?!"

"Which top senior is it? Or some monstrous talent from a martial arts family?!"

Chen Feng lowered his head, not daring to look his father in the eye.

"He's... a freshman..."

"Call him Su Yu..."

"From Jiangcheng... Health and mana... 1000 points..."

hum!

In Chen Tiannan's mind, it felt as if ten thousand alpacas were galloping through his head.

What?!

You lost your family's martial arts techniques?

You still lost 100 billion?

You got defeated by a freshman?!

Freshmen!

Does your Qi and Blood value have a thousand points?!

You, a sophomore with 3,000 Qi and Blood Master, were instantly defeated by a freshman with less than 1,000 Qi and Blood?!

Where do you put the face of the Chen family?!

"waste!!!"

Chen Tiannan roared.

His anger at the disappointment of his son completely overwhelmed his reason.

He took a step and appeared in front of Chen Feng in an instant.

Snapped!

A resounding slap landed hard on Chen Feng's face!

Even if a powerful Martial King had held back his strength, his furious strike was still incredibly terrifying.

Chen Feng was sent flying like a kite with a broken string!

It crashed heavily onto the load-bearing pillars of the hall.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Half of his face instantly swelled up like a pig's head.

Several of his teeth flew out.

"dad……"

Chen Feng covered his face, fell to the ground, and sobbed.

"I didn't want to either..."

"He's grasped the essence of the Transformation Spear!"

"I can't stop them at all!"

Only then did Chen Feng realize that Su Yu's spear was not a martial art at all, but rather a transformed spear intent!

It was because of the Transformation Spear Intent that he was able to crush me with absolute force!

"What if I can't come up with 100 billion? Vice Principal Nie will definitely expel me on the spot!!"

Upon hearing the words "Transformation Spear Intent," Chen Tiannan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Eighteen-Year-Old's Transformation Gun Intent?

No wonder Nie Changkong personally came forward!

This prodigy is definitely being groomed by the top management of Jingwu as a future war god!

Chen Tiannan took several deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

What else can we do?

bilk?

Nie Changkong is a Martial Emperor! He represents the will of the entire Jingwu!

If they dare to renege on their debt, the Chen family will be expelled from the capital tomorrow!

"What else can we do?!"

Chen Tiannan gritted his teeth, looking at his son on the ground, a hopeless case.

His eyes were filled with disappointment and frustration.

"You're trying to renege on your debt after losing? Are you trying to ruin the Chen family's reputation in the capital?!"

He suddenly flicked his sleeve.

He turned and walked towards the manor's underground vault.

"I'll go get the money!"

"We have to scrape together that 100 billion within three days, even if it means selling everything we own!"

Chen Tiannan turned to stare at Chen Feng, his tone icy yet undeniably decisive.

"Not only do I need to raise 100 billion, but I also need to select two 3,000-year-old Blood Spirit Ginsengs from the warehouse and send them over together!"

Chen Feng covered his swollen face, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Dad... are you crazy? That's a precious medicine for your breakthrough to the Martial Emperor realm! And you're still going to give it to him as a gift?!"

"You don't know anything!"

Chen Tiannan kicked Chen Feng to the ground and roared angrily.

"At eighteen, he has transformed into a spear master; he will surely become a Martial Emperor!"

"How dare a piece of trash like you provoke such an existence destined to stand at the pinnacle of the Dragon Kingdom?"

"Those two Blood Spirit Ginsengs are our Chen family's pledge of loyalty in befriending him!"

Chen Tiannan's heart was bleeding.

A hundred billion in cash would almost drain the Chen family's entire working capital, and they would even have to sell off several important properties.

But if we can use this opportunity to resolve this grudge, and even leave this future invincible war god with a good impression of the Chen family...

This money was well spent!

"Once we've raised the money, you'll come with me to Jingwu to personally apologize!"

Chen Tiannan coldly uttered a sentence, then turned and strode towards the manor's underground vault.

"If he doesn't accept it, I'll break your legs right here and now!"