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

Su Yu stroked his chin and quickly devised a special training plan in his mind for this rich heiress.

Then.

He stood up, went into the bedroom, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

On the other side...

Lin Xiaoxiao, carrying the heavy steel spear, jogged back to her single apartment.

boom.

The door closed.

She leaned against the cold door, panting heavily.

until now.

Her heart, pounding wildly, showed no signs of calming down.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of his heartbeat was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her head.

Looking at the fine steel spear in his hand.

The martial will belonging to Su Yu, which had been deliberately suppressed at the threshold of transformation, was slowly dissipating from the gun.

But a lingering warmth still remained.

Lin Xiaoxiao stretched out her fair fingers and gently stroked the gun barrel.

In my mind.

The scene from Su Yu's living room just now uncontrollably resurfaced in my mind.

He surrounded himself from behind.

A broad and hard chest.

Warm and strong palms.

And that deep, professional voice whispering in my ear.

With a "boom".

Lin Xiaoxiao's cheeks instantly turned bright red, and even her slender neck was flushed with an alluring pink.

She felt weak all over.

That wondrous feeling of one's soul being forcibly guided and merged with another domineering will is more astonishingly intense than any physical contact!

"He... he actually lent me his martial arts will without reservation, so I could gain insights into it..."

Lin Xiaoxiao bit her rosy lower lip.

His eyes shone with an incredibly bright light.

Would you consider this a form of absolute trust?

She held the spear, which still carried Su Yu's scent, tightly in her arms.

Feeling the warmth that was about to dissipate.

My head was spinning, as if I were drunk.

"No!"

"We can't let him down!"

Lin Xiaoxiao shook her head violently, forcing herself to come back to her senses.

She clenched her fists tightly.

I made an extremely firm decision in my heart.

every day!

From now on, I'll go find Su Yu every night to practice shooting!

No matter how hard or tiring it is, no matter how much he stares at me with his stern gaze.

We absolutely cannot give up!

……

the next day.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

The sky above Jingwu was still shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

Ding dong.

The doorbell of Su Yu's apartment was rang urgently.

Su Yu opened his eyes.

The dark golden light in his eyes vanished instantly.

He rolled out of bed without any hesitation.

Because of his Martial King-level spiritual power, he could clearly sense the immense blood and energy belonging to a Martial Emperor outside the door.

Nie Changkong has arrived.

Su Yu walked to the entrance hall, but before opening the door...

He stopped in his tracks.

Om-!

Within his body, the Great Perfection level "Myriad Manifestations Concealment Technique" began to operate with a roar!

An invisible and formless gray ripple instantly enveloped his entire body.

Click!Click!

Accompanied by an extremely faint sound of bones grinding together.

Su Yu's facial features began to change visibly.

The boy's face, which was originally somewhat delicate and aloof, has become slightly elongated, and his eyes have become more narrow and sharp.

The jawline became exceptionally hard and cold.

It only took a few breaths.

The aura he exuded underwent a complete transformation!

He has lost some of the naivety of a student, but gained a sense of vicissitude and ruthlessness from years of living on the edge.

Unless it's someone like Lin Xiaoxiao who knows him to the core.

Otherwise, even if his classmates were standing here, they would never recognize him as Su Yu, the freshman!

Followed by.

Su Yu's mind raced.

He tightly compressed and sealed the nine million dark gold divine blood within his body, comparable to that of a martial saint, deep within his dantian.

Within the meridians, exactly 120,000 points of crystalline qi and blood fluctuations were released!

Grandmaster level!

Not a bit more, not a bit less.

After doing all this.

Su Yu reached out and opened the door.

Outside.

Nie Changkong was dressed in a black, combat-ready outfit, his expression grim.

Upon seeing the door open, Nie Changkong instinctively wanted to call out to Su Yu.

But the words were on the tip of her tongue.

He was completely stunned!

The perception of a Martial Emperor-level being swept across the entire body of the young man before him like a radar.

Unfamiliar faces.

A cold and aloof demeanor.

And that Grandmaster's Qi and Blood, as steady as a rock, perfectly positioned at 120,000 points!

"you……"

Nie Changkong stared wide-eyed, looking Su Yu up and down several times.

If he hadn't seen it come out of this room with his own eyes, he would have even doubted whether he had knocked on the wrong door!

"This concealment technique..."

Nie Changkong gasped, his eyes filled with overwhelming shock.

"It's absolutely flawless!"

"Even I, a Martial Emperor, cannot discern your original appearance without forcibly probing your consciousness using the Soul-Searching Secret Technique!"

Nie Changkong couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The Heavenly Rank Supreme Cultivation Technique truly lives up to its reputation!

But what alarmed him even more was Su Yu's comprehension!

In just one night.

This kid actually mastered this technique, which even he found obscure and difficult to understand, to such an extent that it could be mistaken for something else entirely!

evildoer!

He's a complete monster!

Su Yu remained calm.

He looked at Nie Changkong, his voice deliberately lowered, sounding hoarse.

"Vice Principal."

"From this moment forward, I am Su Yuan."

Nie Changkong came to his senses.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"good!"

"Su Yuan!"

"Walk!"

Without uttering any unnecessary words, Nie Changkong suddenly waved his hand.

"Set off!"

"Go and wipe out the Abyss Cult's stronghold!"

……

Ten minutes later.

A specially made stealth fighter jet that is entirely black and has no military markings.

It took off secretly from the back mountain of Kyōbu.

Like a ghost, it tore through the morning mist and headed straight for the outskirts of Kyoto.

The jet-black stealth fighter, like a ghost, tore through the morning mist.

Inside the cabin.

The atmosphere was extremely somber.

Apart from Emperor Wu, Nie Changkong, who sat in the main seat, and Su Yu, who used the alias "Su Yuan".

On either side of the spacious cabin sat four tall figures dressed in dark green military uniforms.

These four people are all King Wu!

They were Nie Changkong's trusted elites, whom he had secretly mobilized from the military overnight. Each of them had fought bloody battles on the Abyss Defense Line and exuded a strong aura of iron-blooded ruthlessness.

but.

When the gazes of the four Martial Kings fell upon Su Yu standing to the side.

That menacing aura, which kept strangers at bay, vanished completely in an instant.

Instead, there was an exceptionally kind smile.

"Vice Principal."

Sitting in the first seat on the left, the burly Martial King with a buzz cut grinned, his gaze sweeping over Su Yu's cold, hard face.

"Young man, is this the shadow you mentioned?"

"However... if I may be so bold, this young man's aura seems to suggest he's only just entered the Grandmaster realm?"

The burly Martial King glanced at Nie Changkong, a hint of worry in his voice.

"We're going to take down a top-secret stronghold of the Abyss Order this time. Isn't it a bit too dangerous to bring a Grandmaster along?"