104: Chapter 104 The Printing Plant?!

Su Yu was slightly stunned.

Was it not?

In his past life, wasn't currency essentially just a string of numbers backed by national credit?

Seeing the trace of doubt in Su Yu's eyes, Huo Zhenshan shook his head gently and spoke in a deep voice, shattering his preconceived notions.

"In this era surrounded by the Abyss, only strength is the foundation of a nation. Ethereal numbers have no meaning."

"The Great Xia Kingdom's dragon coins are an absolute hard currency."

"Every single dragon coin is a crystal created using solid cultivation resources, refined tens of millions of times."

Huo Zhenshan explained in a low voice.

"In this world full of peril, ordinary paper money lost its credit value long ago."

"The raw material for dragon coins is a special associated mineral called 'Metamagnetic Star Crystal'."

"This ore is only produced in the peripheral areas of Abyss Rifts, and mining it is exceptionally difficult."

"After it is mined..."

"...it needs to pass through the military's specialized ultra-high temperature psionic die-casting machines for tens of millions of refinements."

"The impurities in the ore are completely removed, extracting a star crystal film as thin as a cicada's wing."

"Finally..."

"...military array masters use mental power to brand a miniature Spirit-Gathering anti-counterfeiting array pattern onto every single film!"

Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu and spoke word by word.

"Every dragon coin contains an extremely weak but absolutely stable energy fluctuation!"

"It is, in itself, a miniature energy carrier!"

"This is the fundamental reason why dragon coins can circulate in the Great Xia Kingdom and even in the underground black markets!"

"Money is resources!"

After Su Yu finished listening to this...

...a flash of realization crossed his eyes.

So that was it!

"Therefore,"

Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu and played his final card.

"If you want hundreds of billions or even trillions in cash..."

"...it's impossible for the military's national treasury to mobilize that many physical dragon coins for you at once."

"That would directly cause severe turmoil in the Great Xia Kingdom's economic system and resource reserves!"

Su Yu frowned slightly.

"Then what should we do?"

"Can't it be paid in installments?"

"No need for installments."

Huo Zhenshan waved his hand, displaying the absolute boldness of a National Guardian Martial Saint.

He looked at Su Yu and made a proposal that nearly made Su Yu's heart stop.

"Since you like money so much..."

"...the military can independently allocate a small-to-medium-sized 'Metamagnetic Star Crystal' mine to you!"

"The mining rights to that mine will belong entirely to you personally!"

Huo Zhenshan paused before dropping an even bigger bombshell.

"Not only that."

"The military will also set up a matching highest-level money printing factory for you!"

"All the ultra-high temperature psionic die-casting machines and array branding assembly lines inside will be fully equipped for you!"

Huo Zhenshan stared at Su Yu.

"You go mine it yourself!"

"You print the money yourself!"

"However much you print, that's how much you have!"

"The production capacity of this printing factory is the final reward the military is giving you!"

Boom!

It was as if ten thousand suns exploded simultaneously in Su Yu's mind!

A money printing factory?!

Print the money himself?!

Su Yu's brain began to function at an exceptionally high speed.

Once the assembly line started...

...a continuous stream of dragon coins would flow out like a waterfall!

How much could one psionic die-casting machine print in a day?

What if he got ten thousand machines running twenty-four hours a day without stopping?!

What if he used his Great Perfection martial arts cultivation to optimize that array branding assembly line?!

The money printed in a single day would absolutely be an astronomical figure!

Hundreds of billions a day!

Maybe even trillions a day!

Why the hell would he still fight to the death?!

This was the ultimate path of P2W!

With a money printing factory, he could lie on a mountain of bills, performing infinite top-ups and infinite deductions!

Martial Saint?

Martial Emperor?

As long as the printing machines didn't stop, he could push his blood vitality to the level of the Big Bang!

Su Yu's breathing became completely heavy.

He looked at Huo Zhenshan, his gaze so scorching it seemed capable of melting deep-sea meteoric iron.

"However,"

Huo Zhenshan poured a bucket of cold water on him at the right time.

"Su Yuan, you need to think this through."

"A mine plus a military-grade money printing factory—the construction cost and resource consumption are also astronomical figures."

"If you choose this..."

"...that Nation-Guardian Rank armor, as well as the application slot for a future God-grade mecha, will be completely offset."

"You will get nothing else, only that mine and the machinery."

Huo Zhenshan leaned forward, his tone solemn.

"Make your own decision."

There was not the slightest hesitation.

Not even a half-second pause.

Su Yu abruptly raised his head and looked at Huo Zhenshan.

He nodded heavily!

"Good!"

Su Yu's voice was exceptionally crisp and resolute.

"Deal!"

"I want the money printing factory!"

The meeting room fell silent once again.

Nie Changkong rolled his eyes from the side.

He's hopeless.

This kid has completely fallen into a money pit.

Instead of taking the grand path of martial arts to the heavens, he insists on becoming a rich landlord who mines and prints money.

Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu's decisive manner.

He fell silent.

He didn't argue further, nor did he try to persuade him again.

The combat power Su Yuan displayed was already at the peak of Martial Spirit, even capable of slaying a Demon Saint.

A powerhouse of this level had a mind as firm as a rock and was absolutely capable of taking responsibility for his own actions and choices.

Since he felt a money printing factory was better than a mecha, then let him be.

Huo Zhenshan let out a sigh.

He reached out.

He pushed the demon saint-level demon core emitting a faint, dark glow back in front of Su Yu.

"Martial Saint Huo, you are..."

Su Yu was slightly stunned as he looked at the demon core being pushed back.

"This is good stuff."

Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu, his eyes reflecting the tolerance and care of an elder.

"The Abyss Origin contained within will be of great use for your future martial arts insights."

"Keep it for yourself."

"Don't trade it for money."

Huo Zhenshan stood up, his tall frame radiating a majesty as deep as the abyss and as vast as the sea.

"The money printing factory and the mine—the military will cover them!"

"This demon core can be considered a personal bonus from me!"

Su Yu looked at Huo Zhenshan.

A trace of emotion flashed through his deep eyes.

This National Guardian Martial Saint, although he didn't understand his choice, had given him ample respect and protection.

He would remember this favor.

"Thank you, Martial Saint Huo."

Su Yu didn't act coy and directly put the demon core back into his storage ring.

"Alright."

Huo Zhenshan waved his hand.

"The site selection for the mine and the construction of the printing factory need to go through the military's highest top-secret procedures."

"It will take about a few days."

"Once I have the permits and equipment for the printing factory approved, I will notify you immediately!"

Huo Zhenshan took out a specially made black communicator and handed it to Su Yu.

"This is the military's highest-level encrypted channel."

"Let's exchange contact information."

"In the future, if anything comes up, contact me directly using this."

Su Yu took the communicator and saved Huo Zhenshan's top-secret frequency.

"Old Nie."

Huo Zhenshan turned to look at Nie Changkong.

"Take him back to the school."

"His current identity is still top secret; he cannot be exposed outside for too long."

"Be sure to protect his safety."

Nie Changkong quickly stood up, his expression solemn.

He glanced at the peerless monster beside him who had just stabbed a Demon Saint to death with a single spear, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Protect him?

I'm just a puny Martial Emperor who can't even withstand a Demon Emperor's pressure. How am I supposed to protect a monster with combat power comparable to a Martial Saint?

Who's protecting whom exactly?!

Although he was complaining internally, Nie Changkong still maintained an air of righteousness on the surface.

He straightened his back and nodded heavily toward Huo Zhenshan.

"Don't worry, Martial Saint Huo."

"Even if I have to risk this old life of mine, I will never let the Abyss Cult harm a single hair on his head!"