107: Chapter 107 That's the Soul Forging Realm!

Nine million units of Dark Gold Divine Blood were perfectly hidden deep within that seemingly thin body.

He was wearing ordinary black casual clothes.

His eyes were deep, and his face was handsome.

He looked like...

...just an ordinary, harmless freshman.

Who the hell could have thought?

Just two hours ago.

It was this harmless-looking kid who, while resisting the pressure of a Demon Emperor, had reduced a Demon Saint to ashes with a single spear strike?!

Vice Principal Nie Changkong looked at Su Yu, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"Su Yu."

Vice Principal Nie Changkong's voice was exceptionally serious, carrying an unquestionable gravity.

"From the moment you stepped through those school gates."

"You are Su Yu!"

"A top-tier freshman with one thousand blood qi points who just enrolled and comprehended Form-Manifesting Spear Intent!"

Vice Principal Nie Changkong stared intently into Su Yu's eyes.

"That 'Su Yuan' who went head-to-head with a Demon Emperor and killed a Demon Saint..."

"...has nothing to do with you!"

"Do you understand?!"

Su Yu nodded calmly.

"I understand."

Of course he understood.

The wind will always destroy the tree that stands taller than the forest.

The combat power he displayed today had already completely crossed the Abyss's bottom line.

"The Abyss Cult's highest assassination order has likely already been sent to every stronghold in the Great Xia Kingdom."

Vice Principal Nie Changkong took a deep breath.

"If they find out that Su Yuan is Su Yu..."

"Forget a Demon Emperor's projection."

"Even the Demon Emperor's true body would likely risk the backlash of the plane's laws to forcibly tear through space and crush you to death!"

"Although your current strength is heaven-defying..."

"...it's still not enough in front of a true Martial Emperor."

Vice Principal Nie Changkong stood up and walked over to Su Yu.

He patted his shoulder.

"Regarding Su Yuan's identity, I will use the military's highest authority to create a seamless fake background."

"We'll keep it tightly under wraps!"

"In school, you just honestly be a freshman."

"Focus on your cultivation!"

"The dangers from the outside—I, and Martial Saint Huo, will block them for you!"

Su Yu looked at Vice Principal Nie Changkong's tired but determined face.

A slight warmth felt in his heart.

Although this Vice Principal usually liked to put on airs...

...at critical moments, he was indeed reliable.

"Thank you, Principal Nie."

Su Yu nodded slightly.

Vice Principal Nie Changkong looked at Su Yu's unruffled appearance.

He couldn't help but complain.

"Kid, what exactly is your heart made of?"

"That was a Demon Emperor."

"Aren't you even a little bit afraid?"

Su Yu shook his head.

"Is fear useful?"

"Instead of wasting time being afraid, it's better to fight with everything I've got."

Vice Principal Nie Changkong was left speechless by the retort.

This kid's mental fortitude was even more terrifying than his own as a Martial Emperor.

"Right."

Su Yu changed the subject, a flicker of fervor in his eyes.

"About the money-printing factory, how long will it take?"

Nie Changkong: "..."

The solemn atmosphere he had just built up was instantly shattered by those words.

Vice Principal Nie Changkong rolled his eyes.

He waved his hand irritably.

"What's the rush!"

"That's a money-printing factory! Not buying cabbage at a wet market!"

"Selecting a site, allocating Spirit-Energy Casting Machines, engraving the array production lines—which of these doesn't take time?"

"Martial Saint Huo has already personally gone to oversee it."

"Three days at the earliest!"

"For these three days, you stay in your dormitory; you aren't allowed to go anywhere!"

Having received a definite timeframe, Su Yu nodded with satisfaction.

"Good."

"I'll wait for your good news."

With that, Su Yu turned, opened the office door, and strode out.

Watching Su Yu's departing back...

...Vice Principal Nie Changkong let out a long sigh.

"This kid..."

"...just what kind of monster is he?"

Su Yu had just left.

The heavy soundproof door of the Vice Principal's office had just closed.

Thud!

Nie Changkong collapsed into his large leather office chair as if his marrow had been drained, losing all his composure.

He gasped for breath.

He reached out to rub his wildly throbbing temples.

Exhausted.

Mentally exhausted!

This was more tiring than fighting a Demon Venerable for three days and nights on the Abyss defensive line!

Throughout the day, his heart had been like a roller coaster, going up and down, nearly jumping out of his throat several times.

"This kid..."

"...is practically a walking nuclear bomb."

Nie Changkong muttered to himself.

He picked up the tea on the desk that had already gone cold, preparing to take a sip to calm his nerves.

Just then.

Ring ring ring—!

On the desk, the red private line phone representing Capital Martial Arts University's highest level of secrecy rang without warning!

The piercing ringtone was particularly abrupt in the quiet office.

Nie Changkong stared at the red phone, his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

Only one person could call this phone.

The Principal of Capital Martial Arts University.

A world-renowned top powerhouse of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Martial Saint, Principal Feng Wuji!

Nie Changkong took a deep breath, forcing his violently beating heart to steady.

He reached out and picked up the receiver.

"Hello, Principal..."

"Old Nie!!!"

A deafening roar immediately erupted from the receiver!

The terrifying blood qi fluctuations contained in that voice made Nie Changkong's eardrums buzz.

He could even feel, transmitted through the radio waves, Principal Feng Wuji's undisguised, violently trembling breath!

"You fucking kept me in the dark so badly!!!"

Principal Feng Wuji's voice was exceptionally excited, even cracking slightly.

"If the military hadn't released those news photos!"

"If I hadn't happened to see the internal briefing right after coming out of seclusion!"

"Were you planning to take this earth-shattering secret to your grave?!"

Nie Changkong was stunned by the shouting.

He quickly moved the receiver a bit further away, his face looking bitter.

"Principal, let me explain..."

"Explain my ass!"

Principal Feng Wuji didn't give Nie Changkong a chance to speak, his voice hitting like a barrage of cannon fire.

"Su Yuan!"

"That kid named Su Yuan!"

"What kind of rock did that monster spring out from?!"

On the other end of the phone.

This Martial Saint powerhouse, who was usually high and mighty and remained unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him...

...was currently so excited he sounded like a young lad who had just seen a peerless beauty!

"Old Nie, others might not see it, but do you think I can't?!"

Principal Feng Wuji's voice was trembling violently.

"That photo the military released!"

"That grey-black giant dragon circling the kid's spear tip!"

"That transparent sharp edge that could seemingly cut through the very pixels of the photo!"

"That is absolutely not some Form-Manifesting Spear Intent!"

"And it's definitely not Clear Insight!"

Principal Feng Wuji took a deep breath, seemingly using all his strength to spit out those two words.

"It's Soul Casting!!!"

"Endowing the Spear Intent with a true soul of destruction!"

"That is the Soul Casting Realm!!!"

Boom!

Even through the phone line, Nie Changkong could feel Principal Feng Wuji's current shock and frenzy.

He understood all too well why Principal Feng Wuji would lose his composure like this.

Because Principal Feng Wuji himself was one of the top spear cultivators in the Great Xia Kingdom!

This Martial Saint powerhouse had spent his entire life, consumed countless heavenly treasures, and gone through countless life-and-death battles...

...only to barely cultivate his Spear Intent to the peak of Shape-Shifting.

He was only half a step away from the 'Clear Insight' realm!

Half-step Clear Insight!

This was already enough for Principal Feng Wuji to look down on his peers and sit firmly in the seat of the Principal of Capital Martial Arts University.

But.

Today, what had he seen?

A youth with only nine million blood qi who had just entered the Martial Spirit realm.

He had actually crossed the chasm of 'Clear Insight'.

He had directly arrived at that supreme realm that only a tiny handful of Martial Emperors could touch—Soul Casting!

How could Principal Feng Wuji not go crazy?!