117: Chapter 117 can be sold.

After washing up, he changed into a sharp black casual outfit.

Su Yu took stock of the items in his storage ring.

demon saint-level demon core.

The nine nether soul-nourishing lotus gifted by the Chen family, valued at thirty billion.

"Keeping these things on hand is just gathering dust."

"I'll head to the black market in the suburbs today and get rid of them all."

"Convert them into cash and use it for power-leveling!"

Su Yu pushed open the apartment door and strode out.

Just as he stepped out of the apartment complex gate.

Before he could even get his bearings.

A figure suddenly darted out from the nearby greenery, blocking his path directly.

Su Yu's gaze sharpened.

Chen Feng.

The young master of the Chen family who had been killed in one shot and had his Dao heart shattered by him at Weiming Lake a few days ago.

At this moment, Chen Feng looked pale, with deep fatigue in his eyes; clearly, he hadn't slept all night.

Seeing Su Yu.

Chen Feng did not hesitate in the slightest.

He immediately bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

"Big Brother Su!"

Chen Feng's voice was loud, filled with a sense of determination.

"Previously, I was blind and failed to recognize your greatness, offending you!"

"I came here specifically today to apologize to you!"

"Whether you want to beat me or punish me, just say the word, and I, Chen Feng, will have no complaints!"

Su Yu watched him quietly.

There was not a ripple in his deep eyes.

Regarding the previous matter, he didn't really feel there was anything to apologize for.

He nodded slightly, then turned and prepared to leave.

Chen Feng straightened up, standing awkwardly in place, unsure whether to move aside or not.

He had come with a death order from his father: he must befriend Su Yu.

But Su Yu's indifferent attitude left him completely at a loss.

Just as Su Yu was about to walk around him to leave.

Suddenly.

Su Yu stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head and looked at Chen Feng, as if he had remembered something.

"Right."

Su Yu spoke up.

"That heaven-grade technique of your Chen family, the Formless Calamity Blade."

"Since I won, this technique belongs entirely to me now, right?"

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment.

He nodded quickly.

"Of course!"

"A bet is a bet; the technique is already yours."

Su Yu nodded with satisfaction.

"That's good."

"Since it's my property."

Su Yu looked at Chen Feng and asked a question in a serious tone that made Chen Feng's soul leave his body.

"Can I take it out and sell it?"

Silence.

The morning campus path fell into a deathly silence.

Chen Feng's eyes widened instantly like copper bells.

His eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

He stared at Su Yu, his breathing instantly stalling.

Sell?!

What did he just hear?!

Sell?!

"Su... Big Brother Su..."

Chen Feng's voice trembled violently, as if he had seen a ghost.

"You... You're joking, right?"

"That is the Formless Calamity Blade!"

"A top-tier heaven-grade technique!"

"It is the foundation of our Chen family's standing in the Capital, our ancestral supreme skill!!!"

Chen Feng's heart was bleeding.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Taking someone else's ancestral technique to sell it?

Is this something a carbon-based lifeform would actually do?!

Su Yu frowned slightly.

"What? Can't I sell it?"

"Didn't you just say that this technique is already mine?"

"Since it's mine, I shouldn't need the Chen family's permission to dispose of it, right?"

Chen Feng was rendered speechless.

He opened his mouth, wanting to retort.

But in his mind, the image of his father, the Chen Tiannan, and his ferocious, furious face from last night flashed suddenly.

"You must do everything in your power to befriend Su Yu!"

"Even if it means being his lackey!"

Chen Feng swallowed hard.

He looked at Su Yu's cold and serious face, knowing the other party was absolutely not joking.

He really intended to sell the Formless Calamity Blade for money!

It hurt.

Unprecedented pain.

Chen Feng felt his breathing hitch.

However.

He had no choice.

Not to mention this was a death order from his father and he absolutely could not anger Su Yu.

Just considering this heaven-grade mental technique alone.

Without the Chen family's unique insights and a massive accumulation of resources.

Even if an outsider got it, even a peerless genius would find it extremely difficult to master.

A slight misstep would lead to cultivation deviation and turning into an idiot.

Even if Su Yu really sold it, the person who bought it would likely fail to cultivate it.

Thinking of this.

Chen Feng forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit blood.

He gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

"You can!"

"Big Brother Su is right; the item is yours, and you can dispose of it however you like!"

"It can be sold!"

Hearing this affirmative reply.

A gleam of satisfaction flashed in Su Yu's eyes.

"Very good."

Su Yu patted Chen Feng on the shoulder.

"You are a reasonable person."

After saying this.

Su Yu ignored the stunned Chen Feng.

He turned and strode toward the school gate.

Watching Su Yu's departing back.

Chen Feng's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the edge of the flower bed.

He covered his face, wanting to cry but having no tears.

"What a sin..."

"If the ancestor knew that the family technique was being resold, he would probably be so angry he'd jump out of his grave on the spot..."

Leaving Capital Martial Arts University.

Su Yu did not take any transportation.

He walked into a remote, nameless alley.

After confirming no one was around.

Inside his body.

The Myriad Phenomena Concealment Art at the Great Perfection level roared into operation!

Crack, crack, crack.

His bones emitted a series of faint pops.

His muscle fibers rearranged themselves.

In just a few seconds.

The handsome freshman Su Yu completely disappeared.

Replacing him was a young man with deep, restrained eyes and a cold, weathered face.

Su Yuan.

He put on a wide black trench coat.

He did not hide that Dark Gold Divine Blood, which was comparable to a Martial Saint, with nine million units of power.

A Martial Spirit cultivation level was not considered exceptionally powerful; it wouldn't be too conspicuous in the black market, yet it was enough to deter most petty scoundrels.

Su Yu walked out of the alley.

He glanced at the location on his communicator.

The outskirts of the Capital.

The Three-No-Man's Land.

That was the location of the Dark Web, the largest underground black market in the entire Great Xia Kingdom.

No official supervision.

No moral constraints.

Only naked interests and the law of the jungle.

"Black market."

A hint of anticipation flashed in Su Yu's deep eyes.

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

Swish.

Su Yu tapped his foot.

The Great Perfection level Thunder Shadow Starlight Step was activated instantly.

He transformed into an afterimage, speeding toward the outskirts.

The outskirts of the Capital, the Three-No-Man's Land.

A series of entrances to abandoned air-raid shelters.

This was the entrance to the Dark Web, the largest underground black market in the Great Xia Kingdom.

Entering the Dark Web.

No guards, no security checks.

Only a deep, dim tunnel leading downward.

Su Yu pulled his black trench coat tighter and stepped inside.

The blood energy fluctuation of a Martial Spirit was precisely controlled within an inch of his skin.

Not flashy.

But it was enough to make those hidden, restless gazes instantly retract.

The rule of the black market is that there are no rules.

Strength is the only pass.

At the end of the tunnel, the view opened up suddenly.

A massive underground city appeared before Su Yu's eyes.

No sunlight, only the pale, unceasing searchlights that burned year-round.

The air was filled with the smell of machine oil, low-quality tobacco, and a faint scent of blood.

The architectural style was extremely crude.

Exposed steel bars, spliced sheet metal.

The most eye-catching feature was a huge octagonal ring in the center of the underground city.

On the ring, two blood-covered martial artists were fighting to the death.

Every move was fatal.

No referees, only the hysterical, fanatical roars of the surrounding gamblers.

A life-or-death ring.

Win and get money, lose and lose your life.

Su Yu only took one look before withdrawing his gaze.

His target was the huge, magnificent building behind the ring, which stood in stark contrast to the dilapidated surroundings.

The auction house.

However, before going to the auction house.

Su Yu decided to stroll around the surrounding stall area first.

Picking up a bargain—while the probability was extremely low, what if he happened to stumble upon one?