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

"hiss--"

Huo Zhenshan gasped, his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"This...this is a domain?"

Su Yu put away the sparks.

The oppressive atmosphere in the conference room suddenly disappeared.

Everyone was panting heavily, like drowning people who had been given a second chance at life.

"Next."

Su Yu's voice remained calm and steady.

"It is the will of martial arts."

He turned his fingertips slightly.

An obscure will, transcending the underlying logic of the universe, quietly flowed.

He had no intention of firing a gun!

Su Yu faced a ceramic teacup filled with water in the center of the conference table.

With a gentle touch.

There was no collision of laws.

There are no energy fluctuations.

Under the stunned and numb gazes of Huo Zhenshan and the others.

That teacup.

Including the tea inside.

Just like that, it vanished into thin air.

It did not turn into powder, nor did it turn into steam.

Instead.

It no longer exists.

It was completely erased.

"this……"

Feng Wuji braced his hands on the table, staring intently at the empty space.

My worldview has completely collapsed.

"What kind of tactic is this?"

"Erase".

Su Yu withdrew his finger, his expression composed.

"Sever the traces of its existence from the source of cause and effect."

A long silence fell over the meeting room.

The old monsters looked at each other in bewilderment.

"monster."

Huo Zhenshan let out a long breath and gave his final evaluation.

"You little brat, you've completely transcended the realm of humanity."

The reminiscing session ended.

Nie Changkong personally arranged for Su Yu to stay at a private manor of the highest standard in Jingwu.

Hidden Dragon Manor.

This place was originally where successive principals secluded themselves for cultivation, and it is where the spiritual energy is most abundant.

Night falls.

The manor was unusually quiet.

Su Yu sat cross-legged on the second-floor terrace, looking at the night sky of Blue Star.

My mind is calm.

Knock knock knock.

There was a very faint knock on the door downstairs.

Su Yu swept his divine sense across the area.

"Enter."

The door was pushed open.

Lin Xiaoxiao was dressed in a smart black training uniform.

In his hand, he held a long spear made of fine steel.

She went up the stairs to the second-floor terrace.

Standing behind Su Yu.

The night breeze ruffled her long hair.

She watched Su Yu's retreating figure, her eyes filled with undisguised reverence.

But her movements remained restrained.

They did not approach.

He stopped just three zhang away from Su Yu.

"Su Yu".

Lin Xiaoxiao's voice was soft, yet it revealed an undisguised stubbornness.

"I practice shooting every day."

"Not a single day was missed."

She was like a well-behaved student reporting her grades to the teacher.

He gripped the spear with both hands.

Qi and blood circulation.

hum.

On the tip of the spear, a faint but nascent will quietly emerged.

The very essence of subtle spear techniques!

Although very weak.

But for a girl at the Martial Master level, it's remarkable that she could reach the threshold of such advanced willpower within six months.

This is enough to prove how amazing her efforts were.

Su Yu turned around.

Looking at Lin Xiaoxiao's face, which was slightly pale from excessive shooting practice.

And the thick calluses on the back of her hand.

A hint of admiration flashed in his deep eyes.

"good."

Su Yu spoke calmly, yet gave extremely high praise.

Hearing this praise.

Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes finally welled up with tears.

But she still didn't cry.

She gripped the spear tightly.

I took a deep breath.

Summoning all her courage, she looked into Su Yu's eyes.

"after……"

Lin Xiaoxiao's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Can you still teach me how to shoot?"

She knew that Su Yu would eventually leave.

She didn't expect to be able to stay by his side forever.

She just wanted to.

During the time Su Yu stayed.

She wanted to have a legitimate reason to stay by his side.

Su Yu looked into the girl's stubborn yet sincere eyes.

There was silence for a moment.

Then.

He nodded slightly.

"Can."

The estate terrace.

The night breeze was slightly cool.

Lin Xiaoxiao stood in front of Su Yu, holding the fine steel spear.

There was no unnecessary small talk.

"Draw your gun."

Su Yu's voice was calm, exuding an undeniable composure.

Lin Xiaoxiao took a deep breath.

With the circulation of Qi and blood, the power of a martial arts master surged within his body.

hum.

The spear thrust out.

A crisp explosion was heard in the air.

On the tip of the spear, the nascent form of subtle spear intent flickered faintly.

This shot, if placed among the freshmen of Jingwu University, would be enough to amaze the entire audience.

But in Su Yu's eyes...

It is full of flaws.

"Too slow."

Su Yu lowered his eyelids slightly.

"The point of force application is incorrect."

"The trajectory of the spear tip was off by half an inch."

Su Yu's voice calmly analyzed the flaws in this shot.

Lin Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip.

He sheathed his spear and thrust it out again.

once.

twice.

Ten times.

Sweat streamed down her innocent face, soaking through her black training clothes.

But she didn't complain of being tired.

That stubbornness in her bones sustained her as she wielded the spear again and again.

Su Yu looked at her.

His eyes were deep and intense.

He could tell that Lin Xiaoxiao was nearing her limit.

Stop.

Su Yu spoke.

Lin Xiaoxiao stopped moving, panting, and looked up at Su Yu.

His eyes held a hint of stubbornness, and a hint of expectation.

Su Yu took a step forward.

The distance between the two instantly closed.

Less than half a foot.

Lin Xiaoxiao's breath hitched.

She could clearly smell the clean, understated aura emanating from Su Yu.

My heart started racing uncontrollably.

Su Yu remained calm, without the slightest distraction.

He slowly extended his right hand.

Warm palms gently rested on Lin Xiaoxiao's hands that were holding the gun.

boom.

Lin Xiaoxiao felt her mind go completely blank.

An electric shock-like sensation instantly traveled from the back of my hand throughout my entire body.

She was pampered and had never had such close contact with any other male peers her age since childhood.

His body became noticeably stiff.

"relax."

Su Yu's voice rang in her ears.

Low-pitched, composed.

It possesses an irresistible magic.

"Feel the flow of my Qi and blood."

Su Yu ignored Lin Xiaoxiao's strange behavior.

He held her hand and, with the help of his spear, slowly thrust it forward.

The movements are very slow.

It was extremely slow.

but.

At the very moment the spear thrust out.

Lin Xiaoxiao was horrified to discover that the blood and qi in her body were uncontrollably following Su Yu's rhythm and began to circulate along a completely new route.

A series of tearing, throbbing pains came from my meridians.

But she gritted her teeth and remained silent.

All her attention was completely drawn to Su Yu's hand holding hers.

That hand was long and strong.

His palms bore calluses from years of shooting practice.

It's this hand.

It once eliminated four Saint-level powerhouses.

The Starry Sky Demon God who once held up ten trillion units of vital energy with one hand.

And now, this hand is holding hers.

An unprecedented sense of security completely enveloped her.

Lin Xiaoxiao's heart was beating faster and faster.

She could even hear the beating of drums coming from inside her own chest.

She turned her head slightly to the side.

Looking at Su Yu's profile, so close yet cold and profound.

A hint of undisguised confusion and ambiguity flickered in his eyes.

He's really, really strong.

So strong that it makes you want to rely on it, to succumb to its power.

however.

Just as Lin Xiaoxiao's mind was fluttering.

Su Yu's gaze, however, did not fall on her.

He stared at the empty space ahead.

His gaze gradually became somewhat unfocused.

He was lost in thought.

Holding Lin Xiaoxiao's hand, he continued to guide the gun's trajectory steadily.

But his thoughts had already traversed the endless starry sky.

He returned to that scene that remained vivid in his memory.

The Primordial Divine Martial Sect.

That ancient lineage, with a World Lord-level expert presiding over it and passed down through countless eras.