103: Chapter 103 All I Want is Money

Inside the top-secret conference room.

There was a deathly silence.

The air completely solidified in this instant.

Huo Zhenshan's hand, holding a teacup, froze mid-air.

The tea in the cup even rippled slightly due to the sudden tension in his muscles.

The dignified posture Vice Principal Nie Changkong had just assumed collapsed instantly.

His eyes, which had seen many great storms, were now wide and bulging, as if they might fall directly onto the table made of Deep-sea Meteoric Iron.

The two of them looked at Su Yu as if they were looking at an alien.

Their minds were buzzing.

Cash it out?!

A Nation-Guardian Rank battle suit, a spot for a future God-grade mecha.

You're fucking saying you want to convert all that into money?!

Vice Principal Nie Changkong felt a surge of blood in his chest and his throat went dry.

He stared fixedly at Su Yu's cold, hard, and exceptionally serious face.

This kid wasn't joking!

He was serious!

"Su Yuan..."

Vice Principal Nie Changkong swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

"That is a Nation-Guardian Rank battle suit!"

"That is a mecha that could potentially increase your combat power by ten or even a hundred times in the future!"

"That is a national treasure forged from Great Xia Kingdom's finest Star Meteoric Iron and Abyss Curios!"

"Is that something money can buy?!"

Huo Zhenshan also set down his teacup.

The National Guardian Martial Saint's brows were tightly knit together, forming a deep ' river' shape.

He looked at Su Yu.

His gaze was filled with an incomprehensible sense of absurdity.

"Young friend Su Yuan."

Huo Zhenshan's voice was low, carrying a natural, authoritative pressure.

"Money is indeed omnipotent for ordinary people."

"But for high-level martial artists, especially those at the level of Martial King or Martial Emperor."

"Money is nothing more than a string of meaningless numbers!"

"True top-tier resources, heavenly treasures, and divine weapons are all traded through bartering or exchanged with military merits!"

"What use do you have for so much money?"

Su Yu sat in his chair.

His expression was calm, as tranquil as an ancient well.

What use?

To top up, of course!

As long as he had money, the system could perform infinite deductions and make him infinitely stronger.

When his vitality broke ten billion, a hundred billion, or a trillion!

His physical body would be the strongest mecha!

He could shatter an Abyss Plane with a single punch!

But naturally, Su Yu couldn't say these things out loud.

He simply looked at Huo Zhenshan, his tone exceptionally frank.

"Martial Saint Huo, everyone has a different path to pursuing the Great Dao."

"I like money."

"So, I only want money."

Huo Zhenshan fell silent.

He looked into Su Yu's deep, transparent eyes, which showed not the slightest hint of wavering.

He felt utterly speechless.

However.

Before Huo Zhenshan could continue his persuasion.

Su Yu's next move dealt a second critical blow to this National Guardian Martial Saint!

Swish.

Su Yu flicked his wrist.

He directly took out that demon saint-level demon core Huo Zhenshan had just given him from his storage ring.

The fist-sized black crystal.

It emitted heart-palpitating fluctuations of the Abyss origin.

It lay quietly on the Deep-sea Meteoric Iron tabletop.

Su Yu extended two fingers and pressed them onto the demon core.

With a gentle push.

He pushed this priceless demon saint-level demon core back in front of Huo Zhenshan.

"Martial Saint Huo."

Su Yu looked up, his eyes showing an undisguised expectation.

"Since you said this thing is priceless on the black market and impossible to find..."

"Then..."

"Could I trouble the military to buy back this demon core as well?"

"Along with the battle suit and the mecha spot, could you settle it all for me in cash?"

Boom!

In the top-secret conference room, it felt as if an invisible thunderbolt had struck!

Huo Zhenshan was dazed once again.

His face, which was usually as steady as an ancient divine mountain, was now twitching violently and uncontrollably.

His blood pressure soared to its peak in an instant!

A demon saint-level demon core!!!

Huo Zhenshan roared in his heart with utter despair.

This is a fucking demon saint-level demon core!

It contains the purest Abyss origin and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!

For any Martial Emperor or even Martial Saint stuck at a bottleneck.

This thing is a priceless treasure!

As long as the violent energy within is removed, it can be slowly absorbed and comprehended.

It can significantly increase a martial artist's understanding of martial intent!

It can save a martial artist over a hundred years of bitter cultivation!

A hundred years of time!

A hundred years of day and night tempering!

A hundred years of life-and-death insights!

This is a temporal chasm that a martial artist fills with their life!

And now.

You're telling me you want to trade this priceless treasure, which can save a hundred years of bitter cultivation, for money?!

Can a hundred years of cultivation time be measured with money?!

How much money can buy a hundred years of youth and insight?!

Huo Zhenshan stared fixedly at Su Yu.

He even suspected that this peerless monster, who could kill a Demon Saint with one spear thrust, had his brain squeezed by the Demon Emperor's pressure in the battle just now.

It was simply unreasonable!

A complete waste of heavenly resources!

Beside him, Vice Principal Nie Changkong had completely given up on thinking.

He covered his face with both hands and leaned back against the chair.

He looked like he was in despair, as if saying, "I don't know him, he's not my Capital Martial Arts University student."

The conference room fell into a dead silence that lasted for three minutes.

Only the faint black light emitted from the demon core slowly circulated in the air.

Huo Zhenshan took 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 must calm down.

Huo Zhenshan constantly cautioned himself in his heart.

The young man before him was no ordinary martial artist, but a supreme monster who could face a Demon Emperor at eighteen.

The way of thinking for a genius of this level was different from ordinary people; it seemed... understandable?

Huo Zhenshan began to forcibly rationalize it to himself.

In fact, looking at the history of the Great Xia Kingdom's martial arts world.

Those truly powerful martial artists standing at the peak often had all sorts of strange quirks.

For example, the "Martial Emperor Fu Hai" who guarded the East Sea.

Despite having the heaven-defying cultivation to overturn rivers and seas, he insisted on picking up various scraps of copper and iron from the deep sea.

He even collected the skulls of high-level sea beasts and turned them into exquisite figurines, filling his entire Martial Emperor palace.

Or for instance, the "Winter Martial Emperor" who once guarded the Northern Abyss Defense Line.

Decisive in killing and cold-blooded.

But in private, he exceptionally enjoyed knitting sweaters using the fur of exotic beasts.

He even forced the legion commanders under him to each wear a pink sweater he knitted by hand to the front lines to kill enemies.

To ordinary people, these quirks seemed strange to the extreme.

Some were even a bit perverted.

But at the level of a Martial Emperor, where one could do as they pleased, as long as it didn't harm the human race, such a hobby wasn't a bad thing.

Huo Zhenshan opened his eyes again.

His gaze landed on Su Yu once more.

The "Su Yuan" before him had combat power comparable to a Martial Saint and definitely had the hope of reaching the peak as a Martial Emperor in the future.

He liked money.

He was extremely greedy for wealth.

He could even give up divine weapons and cultivation resources for money.

This... seemed to be just a relatively special quirk?

It was much more normal than liking arson or wearing pink sweaters, right?

Once he thought this through.

The frustration in Huo Zhenshan's heart eased slightly.

He looked at Su Yu, his expression regaining its dignity and calm.

"Su Yuan."

Huo Zhenshan spoke, his voice echoing between the walls of Deep-sea Meteoric Iron.

"Do you really, only want money?"

Su Yu nodded without hesitation.

"Only money."

Huo Zhenshan was silent for a moment.

He extended a finger and gently tapped the table.

"Fine."

"Since you insist, the military can satisfy you."

"But before that, I must make one thing clear to you."

Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu, his tone exceptionally peaceful yet carrying the weight unique to a pillar of a great nation.

"Su Yuan, the dragon coins of the Great Xia Kingdom are completely different from the credit currency of peaceful times."

"It is not just a string of virtual numbers in a banking system that can be typed out at the military's whim; nor is it waste paper printed based on flimsy credit backing."