Di dalam ruang konferensi rahasia tingkat atas.
Keheningan yang mematikan.
Pada mament itu, hawa itselefi tampak beku keras.
Huo Zhenshan teah heri haitanen, beku di hawa.
Teh di chelaja aja ripelan fain, ototnya tegang tanpa warni.
Kehadatai dihalet yang atah betah kuha dan badai, atah tumbang total.
Aja matanya, yang akustuman harepasian agila dan shtorm, atah berbatai bulat. Kubal-matanya hampir jatu diredak di atas meja yang forjan dari baja meteorit laut-dalam.
Kedua lalaki atah stare at Su Yu seperti dia atah alien.
Minda mereka atah buzzing.
Cash it out?!
A set of nation-defending battle armor, dan satu slot futura untuk mech god-tier.
Dan kamu kehenda untuk convert dia menjadi kas?!
Nie Changkong rasat darahnya surge di chest, hroatt jadi garing.
He stared at muka Su Yu yang keras, stern, hampar serius.
This brat bukan jok!
He mean it!
"Su Yuan..."
Nie Changkong gulp, his voice trembeling.
"Diu kau tahu diu sabi what kau say?"
"That's nation-defending battle armor!"
"That's a mech capable of increasing combat power tenfold, maybe even a hundredfold, in the future!"
"That is a national treasure forged from the finest stellar meteorite iron and abyssal artifacts that Great Xia has to offer!"
"Is that something money can buy?!"
Huo Zhenshan atah set down his teacup as well.
Brows of this nation-defending Martial Saint atah draw tightly togeda, formin a deep furrow.
He look at Su Yu.
His eyes atah full dengan mi-belief yang tak bisa comprehend.
"Young Su Yuan."
Huo Zhenshan's voice atah low, carrying the oppressive authority of a man who needs no anger to inspire fear.
"For ordinary people, money may indeed be able to buy almost anything."
"But for high-ranking martial artists, especially those at the Martial King or Martial Emperor level..."
"Money is nothing more than a meaningless string of numbers!"
"The truly top-tier resources, heavenly treasures, divine weapons, and rare armaments are all obtained through barter or exchanged for military merit!"
"What use do you have for so much money?"
Su Yu sat in his chair.
His expression atah calm, still as an ancient well.
What use?
To top up, obviously!
As long as he had money, the sistem could conduct limiteless deductions, allowing him to grow endlessly stronga.
Once his vitality reach ten bilion, a hundred bilion, a trilion!
His body itself would become the strongest mech!
One punch could blast apart an abyssal plane!
Naturally, Su Yu could not possibly say any of that aloud.
He merely looked at Huo Zhenshan, his tone entirely candid.
"Martial Saint Huo, everyone follows a different path toward the Great Dao."
"I like money."
"So money is all I want."
Huo Zhenshan fell silent.
He looked into Su Yu's deep, clear eyes, which held not the slightest hint of wavering.
For a moment, he was speechless.
However—
Before Huo Zhenshan could continue trying to persuade him, Su Yu's next action dealt this nation-defending Martial Saint a second devastating blow.
Whoosh.
With a flick of his wrist, Su Yu took out the Demon Saint-grade demon core Huo Zhenshan had just given him from his storage ring.
A fist-sized black crystal.
It radiated a heart-palpitating aura of abyssal origin.
It lay quietly on the table of deep-sea meteorite iron.
Su Yu extended two fingers and placed them on the demon core.
Then he gave it a gentle push.
He slid this priceless Demon Saint-grade demon core back in front of Huo Zhenshan.
"Martial Saint Huo."
Su Yu raised his head, his eyes brimming with undisguised anticipation.
"Since you said this thing is priceless on the black market..."
"Then..."
"Could I trouble the military to buy back this demon core as well?"
"Could you settle it all in cash together with the battle armor and the mech slot?"
Boom!
It was as if an invisible thunderbolt had crashed down inside the top-secret conference room!
Huo Zhenshan was stunned again.
His face, as steady and unyielding as some primordial mountain range, began to twitch uncontrollably.
His blood pressure shot through the roof in an instant!
A Demon Saint-grade demon core!!!
Huo Zhenshan roared inwardly in utter despair.
This was a Demon Saint-grade demon core!
It contained the purest abyssal origin and the laws of the Great Dao!
For any Martial Emperor—or even Martial Saint—stuck at a bottleneck, this was an invaluable treasure!
As long as one removed its violent energy, then slowly absorbed it and comprehended its mysteries—
It could greatly deepen a martial artist's understanding of martial will!
It could save a martial artist a full century of arduous cultivation!
A hundred years!
A hundred years of relentless refinement, day and night!
A hundred years of life-and-death enlightenment!
This was a gulf of time that martial artists had to fill with their very lives!
And now—
You were telling him that you wanted to trade this priceless treasure, capable of saving a hundred years of cultivation, for money?!
Could a hundred years of cultivation be measured in money?!
How much money could buy back a hundred years of youth and insight?!
Huo Zhenshan stared at Su Yu.
He even suspected that this peerless prodigy, who could kill a Demon Saint with a single spear thrust, had had his brain squeezed out of shape by the Demon Emperor's pressure during the battle just now.
This was simply beyond reason!
What a waste of heaven-sent treasure!
Nie Changkong, seated beside them, had already given up thinking altogether.
He covered his face with both hands and leaned back in his chair.
He wore the despairing expression of someone thinking, "I don't know him. He's not a student of our Capital Martial University."
The conference room sank into a dead silence that lasted a full three minutes.
Only the faint black glow emanating from the demon core slowly flowed through the air.
Huo Zhenshan drew a deep breath.
He forcibly suppressed the urge to slap Su Yu awake.
He closed his eyes.
Thoughts raced through his mind.
Calm down.
I have to stay calm.
Huo Zhenshan repeatedly reminded himself.
The young man before him was no ordinary martial artist. He was a supreme prodigy who could confront a Demon Emperor head-on at the age of eighteen.
For a genius of this caliber, perhaps it was understandable that his way of thinking differed from that of ordinary people?
Huo Zhenshan began forcefully talking himself into it.
In truth, looking back across the history of Great Xia's martial world—
The truly formidable martial artists who stood at its pinnacle often had all sorts of strange quirks.
For example, the Overturning-Seas Martial Emperor who guarded the Eastern Sea.
Despite possessing cultivation capable of overturning rivers and seas, he was obsessed with collecting bits of scrap metal from the ocean depths.
He even gathered the skulls of high-ranking sea beasts, turning them into exquisite figurines that filled his entire Martial Emperor palace.
Then there was the Winter Martial Emperor, who had once guarded the northern abyssal frontier.
He was decisive in killing and cold-hearted by nature.
Yet in private, he had an unusual fondness for knitting sweaters from beast fur.
He even forced every legion commander under his command to wear a pink sweater he had personally knitted before heading to the front lines to kill enemies.
To ordinary people, such eccentricities were bizarre to the extreme.
Some might even call them perverse.
But once one reached the Martial Emperor realm, one could live as one pleased. So long as no harm came to humanity, such hobbies were hardly a problem.
Huo Zhenshan opened his eyes again.
His gaze settled once more on Su Yu.
This "Su Yuan" before him possessed combat strength comparable to a Martial Saint and absolutely had the potential to ascend to the rank of Martial Emperor in the future.
He liked money.
He was obsessed with wealth.
He would even give up divine weapons, rare armaments, and cultivation resources for the sake of money.
That... seemed to be nothing more than a particularly unusual quirk, didn't it?
At least it was far more normal than enjoying murder and arson, or wearing pink sweaters.
Having worked through this point, the knot in Huo Zhenshan's heart loosened somewhat.
He looked at Su Yu, and his expression regained its authority and calm.
"Su Yuan."
Huo Zhenshan spoke, his voice echoing between the walls of deep-sea meteorite iron.
"Do you truly want nothing but money?"
Su Yu nodded without hesitation.
"Nothing but money."
Huo Zhenshan fell silent for a moment.
He raised a finger and lightly tapped it against the tabletop.
"Very well."
"Since you insist, the military can meet your demand."
"But before that, there is something I must make clear to you."
Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu. His tone was remarkably calm, yet it carried the weight and gravitas unique to a pillar of a great nation.
"Su Yuan, the Great Xia's Dragon Coins are fundamentally different from the fiat currency of peacetime."
"They are not merely a string of virtual figures in the banking system, created at will with the military's approval. Nor are they worthless paper printed on the flimsy backing of credit."
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