134: The divine power "Great Sacrifice Technique"! I like this skill, but it's a bit expensive.

Outside, the winds surged and the fires of war raged, with Devilish Qi billowing to the heavens.

Everlasting Su Family, Divine Son Peak.

In the back garden, however, it was a scene of peaceful years and a salted fish lifestyle, detached from the world's strifes.

Su Chen lay sprawled out in a custom-made ten-thousand-year Wutong wood rocking chair, eyes half-closed, looking as peaceful as if his soul could drift into dreamland at any moment.

Spring Flower stood behind him, her fair little hands kneading his shoulders with fluctuating pressure, carrying a faint trace of resentment.

Clearly, she was still sulking over losing a large sum of "pocket money" while playing cards yesterday.

Qiu Yue knelt by his side, her elegant face expressionless but her movements meticulous, using a jade pick to precisely deliver a piece of Water Spirit Immortal Peach—perfectly peeled and cut into uniform chunks—to Su Chen's lips.

"Ah—"

Su Chen lazily opened his mouth, enjoying this decadent and corrupt feeding service.

[Hmm, not bad, not bad. This peach is juicy and the sweetness is just right; it's definitely a premium supply.]

[It's just this girl Spring Flower; she's kneading my shoulders like she hasn't eaten. She's so petty. I only won a few million High-Grade Spirit Stones from her, is it really necessary to act like this?]

[Seems like I'll have to increase the dose of "Academic Exchange Funds" for her this month. If I don't completely cure her of that gambling mindset at the card table, she'll never amount to much!]

Su Chen calculated solemnly in his heart, without the slightest hint of guilt from being a black-hearted capitalist.

After enjoying this round of feeding, Su Chen stretched contentedly, feeling it was time to do some "real work."

Using "secluding himself to consolidate his cultivation" as an excuse once again, he dismissed the two young maids and returned to his room alone.

Su Chen casually pulled out that glittering gold diary from his Storage Ring. His pen glided across the paper, as practiced as an assembly line worker punching in for a shift.

[Year X, Month X, Day X. The weather is clear, and my mood is also sunny.]

[Speaking of which, it's been quite lively outside lately. That crazy woman Ji Hongxue, with her exploding career ambition, actually moved against the Wang Family. Her drive is practically comparable to the overachievers of my previous life. But the Wang Family deserves it; spending five hundred billion to buy an air blind box—with that IQ, they've basically bid farewell to the cultivation world. It's better they reincarnate sooner.]

[And that hypocrite Qin Feng, I don't know where he's died off to lately. Probably hiding in some corner drawing circles to curse me.]

While complaining, Su Chen listlessly flipped through the thick "original script" in his mind.

[Oh, found it.]

His eyes lit up slightly.

[Tsk tsk, as expected of the "Son of Destiny" in the original work. After his trip to the Myriad Dao Auction House, Qin Feng actually managed to stumble into some fallen land of an Ancient Demonic Qilin just by walking. He casually upgraded his arm to a Dark Plus version, getting himself a "Demonized Qilin Arm." It sounds like something that ran out of a Demonic Beast movie set, quite intimidating.]

[Let me see... next he's going to the Nine Nether Demon Domain to participate in the ten thousand year demon codex, with the goal of snatching that yellow springs demonic sword.]

Su Chen's pen flew across the diary, filled with schadenfreude.

[This script is written in such a transparently formulaic way. According to the plot, he'll hook up with a candidate Saintess called "Blood Rakshasa" from the Asura Demonic Sect in Ten Thousand Demon City. This Blood Rakshasa is the arch-enemy of their Sect's current Saintess. That hypocrite Qin Feng will play right into her hands, using their internal conflict as an experience pack to grind, helping Blood Rakshasa take out the original Saintess and naturally becoming the new Saintess's man.]

[Then, naturally, he'll use this newly promoted tool Saintess to sneak into the core area that only Saints and Holy Maidens can enter. Finally, in the Yellow Springs Secret Realm, while all the Demonic Path Prodigies are fighting until their heads bleed and both sides are exhausted, he'll perform a sliding tackle to snatch that Devil Emperor Weapon.]

[Truly standard protagonist treatment—wherever he goes, there are beauties willing to be his stepping stones, and wherever he goes, he can pick up treasures. Unlike me, who has to work so hard playing cards with two little girls just to get some pocket money. It truly brings tears to the eyes of all who hear it.]

Writing up to this point, Su Chen sighed indignantly, feeling that his salted fish life was full of hardships.

After finishing the diary entry, he was about to put it away.

In his mind, that cold mechanical notification sound exploded again without warning!

[Ding! Detected that the host has recorded a key plot point in the diary and successfully revealed the subsequent Opportunity of the Son of Destiny, causing a significant impact on the world line. Special reward granted: Divine Ability—"Great Sacrifice Technique"!]

Su Chen was stunned.

[Oh, new stock? And it's a Divine Ability?]

He immediately focused his mind, and a stream of profound information was branded directly into the depths of his Divine Soul like a red-hot iron.

["Great Sacrifice Technique": A Karma-type Divine Ability. It can sacrifice any Magic Treasure owned by the user. Based on the grade and integrity of the Magic Treasure, it releases a devastating attack far exceeding the user's current Realm.]

Su Chen's pupils suddenly froze.

[Note 1: After the sacrifice, the Magic Treasure will completely disappear from the world, its Karma erased, and it cannot be restored.]

The corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

[Note 2: The higher the grade of the sacrifice, the stronger the attack power. Sacrificing a quasi-emperor weapon can release a quasi-emperor level strike. Sacrificing an Emperor Weapon can release a Great Emperor level strike!]

When he saw this last line, the laziness in Su Chen's eyes was instantly shattered by shock!

His thinking almost came to a halt at this moment!

[Ho... ly shit?!]

[Holy shit holy shit holy shit?!]

[This... isn't this the ultimate pay-to-win move that deletes your account?!]

[Sacrificing an Emperor Weapon allows for a Great Emperor strike?!]

He subconsciously touched his Storage Ring, which was packed to the brim.

Inside lay several Emperor Weapon fragments and quasi-emperor weapons he had "zero-dollar purchased" from the Su Family treasury!

If he sacrificed all of them... Su Chen swallowed hard, his throat feeling dry.

[This cheat... I like it!]

He was ecstatic inside, but just a second later, a piercing pain welled up.

[It's just... too damn expensive! This isn't a Divine Ability; this is clearly a money shredder! Treating a quasi-emperor weapon like a single bullet? This is even more black-hearted than those profiteers at the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild!]

A distorted expression of love and hate, pleasure and pain, appeared on Su Chen's face.

On one hand, this Divine Ability was ridiculously strong—it was practically the ultimate trump card tailored for a stealthy path player like him, an absolute safety guarantee that could settle any matter.

On the other hand, at the thought of using those glittering, priceless treasures as one-time fireworks, he felt his heart bleeding, as if he could hear countless Spirit Stones wailing.

[Forget it, forget it. Since it was picked up for free anyway, I won't feel bad... like hell I won't! That's also my money!]

[This skill is good, but unless it's a last resort where someone has a sword to my throat, I absolutely cannot use it. After all, I am a peace-loving, low-profile handsome man. Fighting and killing doesn't fit my salted fish temperament at all.]

Su Chen happily tucked the diary away, instantly feeling his sense of security in life thicken by a few more layers.

Just as he finished writing and closed the book.

Three illusory lights, invisible to the naked eye and containing the new "script," quietly flew out of the diary. Ignoring the barriers of space, they shot toward three different directions at speeds exceeding light.

A hunting game centered around the new script was about to begin its bloody prologue.

Meanwhile, Ye Linghan, whose diary fragment had already shattered, was currently in an unknown ancient Secret Realm. While elegantly devouring the Secret Realm's Origin to restore her cultivation, she reminisced about the hearty "judgment" from a few days ago, a satisfied smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

She had perfectly missed this most crucial intelligence update.