312: Money can solve the problem! Why take action?

"Cultivation Technique?"

Su Chen heard Su Yueling's questioning, filled with unwillingness and despair, yet he didn't even bother to lift an eyelid.

He took a clean, translucent grape from Autumn Moon's hand and slowly tossed it into his mouth.

After savoring the cool, sweet juice, he finally spoke unhurriedly, as if he had just remembered someone was asking a question.

"This isn't called a Cultivation Technique."

He paused, then in a matter-of-fact tone—like explaining why one plus one equals two—he spoke the words that were enough to completely shatter everyone's Dao Heart.

"This is called... Money Power."

Su Yueling: "..."

Su Qi: "..."

All the Saints lying on the ground wailing: "..."

Mon... Money Power?

What kind of shocking words are these?!

You call this Heaven-Defying method—where Speaking Law into Existence, Scattering Coins to Form Soldiers, and treating Saint Kings like weeds are the norm—'Money Power'?

This isn't just ridiculous anymore; it's a dimensional strike and a ruthless mockery of their entire cultivation system!

Su Yueling's chest heaved violently with anger, and a sweetness rose in her throat as she nearly spat out another mouthful of blood.

She would rather Su Chen tell her that this was some long-lost Primordial Forbidden Art.

If that were the case, she would have lost to a Legacy or a foundation, and she would feel slightly better.

But now Su Chen was telling her that her proud cultivation, her sword Dao, and all her dignity as a Prodigy had lost to something called 'Money Power'?

What was this supposed to be?

This was ten thousand times more humiliating than simply killing her!

"You... you..." Su Yueling pointed at Su Chen, trembling with rage, unable to say a word.

Watching her look like she was about to faint from anger, Su Chen finally deigned to lift his eyelids and curled his lip.

"What? You don't believe it?"

He waved his hand impatiently at the golden armored dao soldiers, who had stopped their attack and stood like javelins, their Killing Intent still palpable.

"Alright, the job's done. You can clock out now."

As soon as he finished speaking.

The dozens of majestic golden armored dao soldiers, enough to strike fear into any Saint King, transformed back into brilliant Top-Grade Spirit Stones amidst a flash of light, clattering onto the ground.

With a thought from Su Chen, the Spirit Stones turned into streaks of light and flew back into his Storage Ring.

He weighed the Storage Ring, his brow furrowing slightly as he revealed a look of pained regret, even taking one out to examine it closely.

"Tsk, after fighting for just a bit, the spiritual luster has dimmed by nearly thirty percent. How long will it take to absorb enough Qi to restore them? What a loss, a huge loss."

He shook his head, putting the Spirit Stone away with a look of pained regret while muttering to himself.

"If I'd known they were so weak, ten would have been enough. Calling so many at once... Waste is shameful."

His heartfelt muttering sounded to Su Yueling and the others like thunderbolts striking their hearts!

Weak?

We, a group of Prodigies at the Peak of the Saint King realm, are just 'weak' in your eyes?

Is that expression because you think we're too weak, making the cost-performance ratio of your 'investment' too low?!

You're goddamn killing our hearts!

Su Chen ignored the brats who were starting to question their existence and turned his gaze to Su Qi, who was completely petrified, as if he had undergone Soul Emergence.

"How was it, Old Seven?"

"Is my 'foundation' alright?"

Su Qi jolted and suddenly snapped back to his senses.

He looked at Su Chen, his lips trembling for a long time before he squeezed two words out of his throat.

"It's... it's more than alright..."

The way he looked at Su Chen now was no longer as a Junior.

He was looking at a walking, mobile, unfathomable... God of Wealth!

Another concrete Incarnation of the Supreme Dao!

He finally understood why the Matriarch had sent His Highness the Divine Son to the Xuanyuan Continent since he was a child.

With such unreasonable 'Money Power,' who needs a Dao Protector?

If you meet someone you can't beat, just crush them to death with money! Simple! Brutal! Effective! This is the true style of the strong!

What ten thousand years of bitter cultivation? What comprehension of Laws? Before His Highness the Divine Son's 'Dao of Wealth,' they are simply not worth mentioning!

"Then, about the matters outside..." Su Chen asked lazily.

"Done! It must be done! And done beautifully!"

Su Qi pounded his chest loudly, his face filled with unprecedented determination and fervor.

"Please rest assured, Your Highness! A mere Upper Realm Messenger offending your sight is a dereliction of duty on our part as servants! Leave it to us!"

"I will go now to request the Eighteenth Ancestor and the Great Emperor Elders to end their seclusion! I guarantee that within fifteen days, I will bring the head of that piece of trash Lin Yu to serve as your chamber pot!"

His confidence was overflowing! With the 'God of Wealth' backing them, let alone a messenger from the Xuanyuan Immortal Sect, even if the Sect Master of the Xuanyuan Immortal Sect came in person, they would dare to face him!

At worst, they'd just ask His Highness the Divine Son to scatter some more coins!

His Highness scatters coins, and they risk their lives!

It's only natural!

Su Chen nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, I'll leave it to you then."

"Remember, make a big scene and put on a grand show. Don't lose face for my Everlasting Su Family."

"Call me when the fighting is over. I'm going back to continue my cultivation."

After speaking, he gave a look to Spring Flower and Autumn Moon.

The two maidservants understood immediately, each taking a side to lift the rocking chair and head out through the light gate.

"Wait... wait!"

Just then, a weak and slightly trembling voice came from behind.

It was Su Yueling.

Propping herself up with her broken sword, she struggled to stand, her face as pale as paper.

Looking at Su Chen's departing back, she bit her red lips and finally let go of all her pride and resentment.

Facing Su Chen's back, she bowed her proud waist deeply in a formal salute.

"We... we... lost."

With her bow, the other Saints who could still move on the ground also struggled to lower their once-arrogant heads in shame.

They were completely defeated.

They didn't submit to Su Chen's cultivation level, but to his absolute dimensional strike that treated rules as nothing and them as ants.

Su Chen paused, but did not turn around.

He only left behind a light sentence that carried an endless chill.

"It's good that you know."

"Keep your eyes open in the future; don't provoke just anyone."

"After all, I won't be as merciful as I was today every time."

"Sometimes, when I'm in a bad mood... I might twist your heads off to play bowling. Although cleaning up is a bit of a hassle, it's nice to change the mood occasionally."

The grim chill and laziness contained in that flat tone made all the Prodigies present shudder in unison.

They knew Su Chen wasn't joking.

Watching Su Chen's figure completely disappear into the light gate.

The faces of Su Yueling and the others were filled with the relief of survivors and endless bitterness.

They had truly learned a lesson today.

The name of this lesson was: "On How a True God-tier Tycoon Crushes a Group of Self-Righteous Geniuses."

And after leaving the Lesser Formless Realm, Su Chen had only one thought.

"Damn, finally finished."

"To show off, I messed up my cultivation schedule. This was a huge loss."

"Finally, I can go back and continue my cultivation properly."