142: Chapter 142 The Printing Plant is Finalized

Huo Zhenshan pointed at Su Yu's nose, his finger trembling violently.

"Eighteen?!"

"A mere greenhorn of eighteen!"

"And you're telling me you rubbed a battle-hardened National Guardian Martial Saint of over eighty years like me into the ground in terms of combat power?!"

"One shot to kill four Saint-level experts?!"

"Do you think that's possible?!"

"Huh?!"

"Do you think that makes any goddamn sense?!"

Huo Zhenshan's chest heaved violently with anger.

He felt like Su Yu was insulting his intelligence.

Martial Emperor-level combat power at eighteen?

That's not a genius; that's a Creator God descending to the mortal realm!

"You brat!"

Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu, gritting his teeth.

"You must have used a disguise technique even more advanced than the Myriad Phenomena Concealment Art!"

"You deliberately turned into an eighteen-year-old youth just to mess with me!"

"Cut the crap!"

"Even if I can't see through your concealment, I'm not blind!"

"If you don't want to reveal your true identity, fine!"

"But why use such an absurd lie to disgust people!"

Seeing Huo Zhenshan's furious expression, clearly refusing to believe him and feeling like he was being toyed with, Su Yu helplessly spread his hands.

"This is my true face."

"Believe it or not, that's the truth."

These days, nobody believes the truth.

Su Yu couldn't be bothered to waste his breath explaining anymore.

He had already laid his cards on the table; whether Huo Zhenshan believed him was his own business.

Huo Zhenshan snorted coldly and turned his head away.

Clearly, he was convinced that Su Yu was lying.

"Fine, fine!"

"I don't care which old monster you are, returned to youth or whatever."

"And I don't care how many trump cards you're hiding."

Huo Zhenshan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the frustration in his heart.

He struggled to pull a military communicator from his bosom and pressed the emergency call button.

"Today's incident caused too much of a stir."

"The Dark Web Underground City has been destroyed, and an Abyssal Demon Emperor has descended."

"We must immediately have the military send people to take over the scene and seal off the news."

While contacting the military, Huo Zhenshan turned to look at Su Yu.

"Right."

"Didn't you want money before?"

"The money-printing plant and the mine I promised you have already been approved by the military overnight."

Hearing the words "money-printing plant."

Su Yu's eyes lit up instantly.

Money!

This was a never-ending cultivation ATM!

"It's been approved?" Su Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

Huo Zhenshan nodded, his expression becoming somewhat grave.

"However, I have to give you a heads-up first."

"That money-printing plant is in a rather special location."

"It's built deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains on the southwest border, originally intended to utilize the unique geomagnetic environment there to print anti-counterfeiting patterns for high-tier dragon coins."

"However."

Huo Zhenshan paused, his tone serious.

"Deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains, there is an extremely unstable Abyssal Rift."

"It is plagued by Abyssal energy all year round, and mutated fierce beasts and Abyssal demons often appear there."

"Although the military has sent heavy troops to guard it, that rift is very wicked. High-tier tough guys that even the garrison commanders can't handle crawl out from time to time, causing casualties to remain high, and the military often has to temporarily transfer Martial Saints to 'put out the fires'."

Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu, his expression earnest.

"Now that the money-printing plant is under your name."

"Don't worry, the original elite garrison will remain there, continuing to be responsible for daily security, vigilance, and plant operations. The military expenses are still covered by the state, so you definitely won't be left as a commander with no troops."

"However, it is your property after all."

"In other words."

"In the future, if you encounter major trouble like high-tier Abyssal Great Demons that the garrison can't handle, or Demon tribe raids, you, the big boss, may need to step in personally to hold the fort."

"I'm going there tomorrow to hand over the defense duties and reinforce the arrays."

"Do you want to come with me to see your new territory?"

Step in to hold the fort when there's big trouble?

Su Yu stroked his chin.

The elite army handles the daily chores for free, he can comfortably be an absentee landlord and collect money, and only needs to step in when he encounters big monsters.

For the endless stream of money in the money-printing plant, this little thing wasn't even a problem.

Besides, high-tier Abyssal demons appear?

That's great!

Killing Abyssal demons not only drops valuable Demon Cores, but he can also stretch his muscles while he's at it.

This is simply a perfect treasure trove for passive money farming and active monster grinding.

Killing two birds with one stone.

"I'm going."

Su Yu nodded without hesitation.

"I definitely have to go."

"It's my factory, I'll watch it myself."

Hearing Su Yu agree.

Huo Zhenshan let out a long sigh of relief.

Actually, giving that money-printing plant near the Abyssal Rift to Su Yu was something the military higher-ups had carefully considered.

On one hand, it was to satisfy the demands of this peerless powerhouse.

On the other hand, it was to use Su Yu, this terrifying God of Slaughter, to suppress the Abyssal unrest on the southwest border.

Now it seems this plan was very successful.

"Good!"

Huo Zhenshan nodded.

"Tomorrow morning at eight, I'll send a fighter jet to Capital Martial Arts University to pick you up!"

"You brat..."

Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu's young face and couldn't help but curl his lip.

"Remember to put away this deceptive face of yours!"

"It makes me angry just looking at it!"

Su Yu: "..."

Fine.

Whatever makes you happy.

Not long after.

A dense roar of fighter jets came from the sky.

A large number of fully armed military elites, like divine soldiers descending from heaven, quickly took over the Dark Web Underground City, which had turned into ruins.

Sealing off the site, clearing away corpses, comforting survivors.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Su Yu didn't stay long.

He greeted Huo Zhenshan, then his figure flashed and merged into the vast night.

The direction: Capital Martial Arts University.

The night breeze was cool.

Su Yu was flying at high speed in mid-air.

The Martial Emperor-level Qi and blood surged within his body, allowing him to easily fly through the air without needing any external force.

Feeling the shocking sum of fourteen trillion in his storage ring.

Su Yu's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"Fourteen trillion..."

"I wonder to what extent I can push my Qi and blood."

"The fourth compression should be steady, right?"

"And that Spear Intent that has touched the 'Qi Resonance' realm."

In Su Yu's deep eyes, a light of anticipation flickered.

Tonight.

It was destined to be a sleepless night.

He was going to use this pile of fourteen trillion to push his combat power to an unprecedented, terrifying peak!

Abyssal Demon Emperor?

When I come out of seclusion, I'll skewer you through and through!

Whoosh!

Su Yu turned into a streak of black light and instantly disappeared at the end of the night.

The night wind howled, whipping up scorched earth and the smell of blood into the sky.

Large numbers of military elites had already taken over the scene, and various heavy machines emitted low roars, methodically clearing away the debris.

Huo Zhenshan sat on a broken wall.

He let the military doctor treat the collapsed injury on his chest, which was deep enough to see bone, with a high-tier healing spray.

He didn't cry out in pain.

He just stared straight at the night sky, as if he hadn't yet recovered from that battle that had overturned his perception.