11: Chapter 11 Can't even handle a high school student?!

Su Yu sat on the edge of the virtual pod.

The tearing sensation in his mind caused by the interruption of the Cultivation Technique was still throbbing faintly.

Buy the Complete Manual for 800,000? Dream on!

"System." Su Yu coldly spat out the command in his heart, "One thousand! Forcefully deduce the Breath Concealment Technique for me!"

[Ding!] [Payment successful. Current balance: 241,000 yuan.] [One thousand years of Breath Concealment Technique comprehension experience has been granted!]

Boom!

Su Yu's consciousness was instantly pulled into a pure white space.

No Cultivation Technique Secret Manual. No guidance from famous masters. Only himself, and that half-complete, fragmented Qi and blood circulation route!

One thousand years of time, under the mighty power of the System, was crazily compressed into just a few short seconds.

The first year.

Su Yu tried countless times in his mind to reconnect the broken Meridians route.

Failure.

Qi and blood flowed backward, Meridians shattered.

The tenth year.

He found the first feasible hidden branch meridian, and his Qi and blood struggled to advance an inch forward.

The one hundredth year.

The incomplete Breath Concealment Technique was forcefully deduced by him into over a hundred different follow-up routes.

Amidst countless instances of Qi Deviation, he searched for that one and only correct path to survival!

The five hundredth year.

The prototype of the Qi and blood lock began to form within his body.

The originally violent Martial Master Qi and blood began to become docile, hiding bit by bit into the deepest parts of his bones and muscles.

The one thousandth year!

Hum—

Su Yu opened his eyes abruptly.

Outside the virtual pod, the library hall was still bustling with noise; no one noticed the transformation that had occurred in this corner.

A trace of extremely subtle, dark light flashed in the depths of Su Yu's eyes.

It was completed!

That Profound Rank Medium Grade Cultivation Technique, priced at 800,000 and used by the authorities as bait after being hacked to pieces.

He had forcefully smashed out a path to the heavens with just one thousand yuan!

It wasn't just completed.

During the one thousand years of crazy deduction, Su Yu's understanding of this Cultivation Technique had even surpassed its original creator!

He could not only hide his Qi and blood.

He could also disguise the attributes of his Qi and blood!

He could even simulate the unique pressure of Martial Artists at different Realms!

However.

Su Yu frowned slightly.

"Still not enough."

He could feel that the "lock" formed by the condensation of Qi and blood within his body was not yet solid enough.

He might be able to deceive ordinary Grandmasters or Great Grandmasters.

But if he encountered terrifying existences at the Martial Spirit or even Martial King level, or the military's top-tier Qi and blood detectors, there was still a risk of exposure.

The Realms of this world are divided into: Martial Artist, Martial Master, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, Martial Spirit, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Venerable, Martial Saint, and Martial God.

The limit of a Profound Rank Medium Grade Cultivation Technique was, after all, too low.

Su Yu thought for a moment.

There was still 240,000 in the card.

He didn't lack this bit of money!

"System! Deduct another one thousand!"

"Continue deducing the Breath Concealment Technique for me!"

[Ding!] [Payment successful.] [One thousand years of Breath Concealment Technique comprehension experience has been granted!]

Rumble!

In the pure white space, Su Yu's consciousness completely shattered the Breath Concealment Technique that he had already completed!

Reorganized!

Shattered again!

Reorganized again!

He abandoned the original cumbersome Meridians route and directly engraved the mystery of Qi and blood concealment into every single cell!

Su Yu sat where he was, exhaling a long breath of stale air.

This stream of air did not make any sound, nor did it cause the slightest ripple in the surrounding air.

Perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

At this moment, if Su Yu closed his eyes and stood here, even if a Martial Spirit walked past him, they would likely only feel that this was a mass of air.

The 1,000 points of Martial Master Qi and blood within him had been completely locked deep in his Dantian and bone marrow by that mysterious power.

Not even a single trace of fluctuation leaked out.

"Let's test the effect."

Su Yu moved his mind.

The Breath Concealment Technique operated.

The invisible pressure on his body surface, which originally belonged to a Martial Master, quickly receded like a tide.

1,000 points.

500 points.

100 points.

10 points.

Finally, it stopped steadily at 0.8.

Su Yu glanced at his hands.

Muscles relaxed, eyes dim.

Even the rhythm of his breathing had become exactly the same as his previous self.

0.8 Qi and blood value.

The trash who was ranked last in the entire school at Jiangcheng No. 3 High School had returned.

Su Yu stood up and took two steps on the spot.

There was no sense of incongruity.

He even felt that if he went to take the physical examination at Jiangcheng No. 3 High School now, that old Qi and blood tester would definitely print out that glaring number "0.8" without any hesitation.

"Too weak."

Su Yu shook his head in his heart.

A Qi and blood value of 0.8 couldn't even get him through the door of the college entrance examination hall.

He needed a reasonable number.

A number that would allow him to successfully get into a key martial arts university, or even get an entry ticket to Imperial Capital First Martial Arts University, without appearing too much like a Prodigy and attracting the covetous eyes of those top aristocratic families and secret laboratories.

His mind moved again.

The Qi and blood lock within his body slightly opened a crack.

A trace of extremely pure Qi and blood power flowed along his Meridians to his limbs and bones.

0.8.

3.0.

6.0.

9.8.

Stop.

Su Yu felt the state of his body at this moment.

9.8 Qi and blood value.

Just one step away from the perfect score of 10.

This number was perfect.

In a prefecture-level city like Jiangcheng, 9.8 could definitely be considered a top Genius, enough to attract the attention of various key high schools and get the best recommendation letters.

But placed in the entire Great Xia Kingdom, or in a place like Imperial Capital First Martial Arts University where Prodigies gather, 9.8 could only be considered a "not bad" excellent student.

Not enough to be at the bottom, but definitely not enough to be a standout.

Su Yu put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly towards the library gate.

There were only two days left until the college entrance examination.

He had the Cultivation Technique.

He had the Qi and blood.

The Martial Skill was also at Perfection.

Everything was ready.

All that was missing was the final spark.

On the other side.

Jiangcheng wealthy district, the hillside villa in the east of the city.

Inside a luxurious private training room of two hundred square meters.

A rich medicinal fragrance permeated the air.

A huge white jade bathtub was placed in the center of the room, with dark red medicinal liquid rolling inside.

This was a top-tier medicinal bath brewed from century-old ginseng, deer antler, and the essence blood of a Rank 1 exotic beast.

Ordinary people could prolong their lives just by smelling it.

And now, these precious medicinal liquids were only serving one person.

Zhao Ze.

He was naked from the waist up, leaning against the edge of the bathtub, letting the scalding medicinal liquid wash over his muscles.

But at this moment, the face of this young master of the Zhao family, who was always known for his composure and self-confidence, was covered in gloom.

"Still no news?"

Zhao Ze opened his eyes abruptly, staring fixedly at a bodyguard in black standing beside the bathtub.

His voice was filled with undisguised irritation.

The bodyguard lowered his head, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Reporting to young master... still none."

"Lao Mo's phone has been switched off, and the phones of the two lackeys under him cannot be reached either."

"We sent people to the few places he usually frequents, but didn't see anyone."

Splash!

Zhao Ze stood up abruptly from the bathtub.

The dark red medicinal liquid slid down the lines of his sturdy muscles.

"Trash!"

Zhao Ze grabbed a valuable towel from the shelf next to him and slammed it hard on the ground.

"Can't even handle a high school student!"