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

"I'm too weak."

In this world, weakness is the original sin.

To survive and to control your own destiny, you must become stronger.

However, the Cold Abyss Mine has no cultivation techniques and no resources.

There is only endless exploitation.

Su Yu did not complain.

He began to observe.

He discovered that Zhao San drank a cup of hot tea every night to ward off the cold.

He discovered that deep within the mine lived a venomous insect called the "Thousand Illusion Centipede." The venom of this insect was colorless and odorless, but long-term ingestion could lead to gradual heart failure.

Su Yu began to take action.

Every day while he was mining, he would quietly capture the Thousand-Illusion Centipedes, dry them, and grind them into powder.

Then, every morning when cleaning Zhao San's tent, a small amount of powder would be flicked into the teapot.

Trace amount.

Extremely small amount.

It was so minute that even cultivators at the Opening Sea Realm couldn't detect it.

Su Yu was very patient.

One year.

Two years.

Three years.

For the past three years, Su Yu has remained the same slave who endured beatings without uttering a sound and worked the hardest.

He was even promoted to a personal servant by Zhao San because of his "good" performance.

Three years later, on a winter night.

After drinking the last cup of hot tea, Zhao San suddenly clutched his chest, his face turned deathly pale, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently.

Heart failure.

It was like dying suddenly of natural causes.

Su Yu stood quietly to the side.

Watching Zhao San struggle in pain, watching the life in his eyes slowly fade away.

Su Yu's eyes were as still as a deep well.

There was no thrill of revenge, nor the fear of killing.

There is only one kind of peace that comes from achieving one's goal.

He stepped forward and pulled a tattered martial arts manual from Zhao San's cold corpse.

The Secret of Shattering Bones.

The introductory techniques for the Microscopic Realm.

This was his first stepping stone.

……

Ten years later.

Canglan Realm, Netherworld Sect.

This is the largest demonic sect in the Canglan Realm.

Su Yu is now an outer disciple of the Netherworld Sect.

Cultivation, shaping the true realm.

In the Netherworld Sect, a place where the strong prey on the weak and people die every day.

Su Yu is doing very well.

He doesn't seek the limelight, nor is he competitive.

He always remained on the fringes of the sect's power, like a transparent person.

but.

Li Tianxing, the sect leader of the Netherworld Sect and a late-stage cultivator at the Sea Opening Realm, noticed this taciturn disciple by chance.

Because Su Yu was too calm.

During a trial in a secret realm, all the disciples were fighting each other to seize a single spiritual herb.

Only Su Yu.

He lurked quietly in the shadows.

Watching his fellow disciples fight to the death, seeing them reveal all their trump cards.

Until the last person was seriously injured and collapsed.

Su Yucai walked out calmly.

A knife.

He precisely severed the man's throat.

They took the elixir and, incidentally, everyone's storage bags.

Throughout the entire process, there was not a single emotional fluctuation.

Li Tianxing saw this scene through the water mirror and was greatly impressed.

"This child has the potential to become a true demon."

Li Tianxing promoted Su Yu to be his personal disciple, breaking with precedent.

Su Yu accepted with pleasure.

With the resources provided by Li Tianxing, his cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds.

But he remained restrained.

He did not practice the cruel and bloodthirsty demonic arts of the Netherworld Sect.

He found only a broken stone tablet at the very bottom of the library.

It contains a martial arts technique that no one cares about.

The Formless Heavenly Demon Technique.

This technique does not cultivate the physical body or spiritual power; it only cultivates the mind.

It emphasizes reflecting the forms of all beings with a formless demeanor.

Su Yu knew that this was what he truly needed.

……

Another fifty years have passed.

A great war between good and evil broke out in the Canglan Realm.

The righteous sects' leader, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, mobilized their entire forces.

Chu Wuchen, the chief disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

Peak of the Sea-Opening Realm.

Born with a sword-like spirit, dressed in white, he is hailed as a peerless genius who appears only once in a thousand years in the Canglan Realm.

He led the righteous alliance, advancing with unstoppable momentum, and arrived at the gates of the Netherworld Sect.

Li Tianxing died in battle.

The high-ranking members of the Netherworld Sect were almost entirely killed or wounded.

The sect's destruction is imminent.

Chu Wuchen cleaved open the main hall of the Netherworld Sect with a single sword strike, his gaze sharp as lightning as he surveyed the remaining demonic cultivators.

"You demonic monsters, today is your death day."

Chu Wuchen's voice was righteous and awe-inspiring.

in the crowd.

Su Yu, dressed in gray, looked calmly at the brilliant genius.

He did not draw his sword.

He didn't fight desperately.

He simply followed the crowd and backed away.

But at the same time, it recedes.

A dark glint flashed deep within his eyes.

"The Formless Heavenly Demon Technique" is activated.

Su Yu did not attack Chu Wuchen's physical body.

He merely transformed a wisp of invisible demonic thought into a reflection deep within Chu Wuchen's heart.

After the war between good and evil ended.

Su Yu disguised himself as an ordinary rogue cultivator suffering from demonic torment and was "rescued" by Chu Wuchen.

He began to follow Chu Wuchen around.

He witnessed Chu Wuchen's glory.

They also saw through the cracks hidden beneath Chu Wuchen's seemingly flawless Dao heart.

Chu Wuchen is too perfect.

He was so perfect that he couldn't accept any failure or tolerate any flaws.

Su Yu began to make his plans.

He doesn't need to lift a finger.

He simply raised some "well-intentioned" questions calmly each time Chu Wuchen made a decision.

"Hero Chu, you sacrificed yourself to save ten mortals, but this resulted in the death of one of your fellow disciples. Was it really worth it?"

"Hero Chu, although that demonic cultivator has committed numerous evils, his newborn child is innocent. By eliminating him completely, how are you any different from the demonic path?"

Su Yu's voice was always so gentle and rational.

But they were like invisible, soft knives, slowly cutting into Chu Wuchen's Dao heart.

at last.

During an exploration of ancient ruins.

Su Yu meticulously designed a deadly trap for Chu Wuchen.

The ruins collapsed.

Chu Wuchen faced a choice.

On the left is his childhood sweetheart and the junior sister he deeply loves.

On the right are hundreds of innocent cultivators trapped in the formation.

Only one side can be saved.

Chu Wuchen broke down.

His flawless Dao heart faced an irreconcilable contradiction at this moment.

He drew his sword and frantically slashed at the formation, trying to achieve both goals.

But the formation remained completely still.

Time passes little by little.

"Brother Wuchen, save me..." The junior sister's cries were heart-wrenching.

"Hero Chu, help us!" The cultivators' cries of agony were deafening.

Chu Wuchen's eyes were bloodshot.

He turned his head and looked at Su Yu, who had been standing quietly to the side.

"Brother Su, what should I do? What should I do?!"

This once arrogant and unparalleled genius now resembles a helpless child.

Su Yu looked at him.

There was neither pity nor mockery in his deep eyes.

Only reason matters.

"Brother Chu."

Su Yu spoke calmly.

Follow your heart.

"Humans are inherently selfish. This is not a sin."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Chu Wuchen gritted his teeth, tears of blood streaming from the corners of his eyes.

He turned around and rushed towards his junior sister.

They abandoned those hundreds of cultivators.

Boom!

The formation completely collapsed.

Hundreds of cultivators turned to ashes amidst their desperate screams.

Chu Wuchen held his junior sister in his arms, kneeling in the ruins, trembling all over.

He saved her.

But the "right path" in his heart completely collapsed.