148: Chapter 148 Recording Online Lessons Again

Su Yu finished showering and walked out of the bathroom.

He changed into a clean set of casual clothes.

He walked to the desk and pulled out the chair to sit down.

There were still several hours before the fighter jet sent by Huo Zhenshan would come to pick him up.

Su Yu turned on the computer on the desk, remembering the online course he had previously sent to Vice Principal Nie Changkong.

"I wonder how well it sold."

Su Yu clicked on the internal teaching network of the Capital Martial Arts University, then navigated to the platform for public martial arts courses across the entire web.

He logged into his exclusive backend.

The webpage loaded for a second.

Then, a long string of numbers suddenly jumped into Su Yu's line of sight.

[Total views: 2.14 billion]

[Current valid paid subscriptions: 103,542,108 (continuously growing ↑)]

Su Yu's hand holding the mouse paused slightly.

A flash of astonishment crossed his deep eyes.

One hundred million copies?

He counted the long string of numbers repeatedly, confirming he hadn't misread it.

One online course cost 100,000 dragon coins.

One hundred million copies.

That was a total sales volume of ten trillion!

Even after deducting personal income tax, the net profit that landed in his personal account was as high as six trillion dragon coins!

Added to the three trillion in reserve funds remaining in his Storage Ring, his total assets had unknowingly reached nine trillion!

"Online course..."

Su Yu leaned back in his chair, looking at the numbers on the screen.

"Is it that profitable?"

He had gone to the Dark Web, slaughtered his way through the Abyss Cult's stronghold, killed three Demon Saints and three Cardinals, and even looted the Dark Web's treasury, only to get twelve trillion.

Yet, he had casually recorded five online courses, slept, and woke up to find he had earned six trillion?

This speed of making money was even more exaggerated than robbery.

But on second thought, Su Yu felt relieved.

The Great Xia Kingdom valued martial arts, and everyone was a soldier.

Martial Artists stuck in a Bottleneck and unable to make a Breakthrough were as numerous as carp crossing the river.

And an online course on supreme Spear Intent that pointed directly to the Soul Casting Realm was an invaluable treasure for those Martial Artists stuck in the Shape-Shifting or Clear Insight Realms.

Moreover, 100,000 wasn't expensive for a Martial Artist.

A sales volume of 100 million, compared to the vast population of the Great Xia Kingdom, was actually quite small.

"Since it's so profitable..."

It just so happened that he had also comprehended the Qi Resonance Spear Intent.

Strike while the iron is hot.

Su Yu stood up and walked to the center of the training room.

He turned on his phone and aimed the camera at himself.

"Hello everyone, I am Su Yuan, and I am also Su Yu."

With his current strength, he wouldn't pretend anymore.

He was showing his cards.

"The first five lessons covered Soul Casting."

"Today, I will talk about something deeper."

"Qi Resonance."

As his words fell, Su Yu's right hand gripped the air, and his tangible Nirvana Spear Intent instantly condensed into a dark red spear in his palm.

He held the spear and turned his wrist slightly.

He didn't use any blood energy, nor did he erupt with that kind of terrifying, world-destroying pressure.

He simply displayed the "Qi Resonance" Spear Intent, which he had just deduced to Great Perfection, in a restrained and slow manner, unraveling it like silk from the tip of the spear.

Hum—

In front of the camera, as the spear slowly thrust out, the Spiritual Qi in the surrounding air seemed to receive some kind of supreme summons.

It began to resonate with the tip of the spear at an extremely mysterious frequency.

There was no destructive power, but that supreme Dao rhyme of heaven and earth resonance and the power of words manifesting into Law was recorded without reservation through the cold lens.

Recording. Explaining. Deconstructing.

Su Yu explained it in great detail.

Although he knew that the number of people in the entire Great Xia Kingdom who could understand this lesson could probably be counted on one hand, that didn't diminish the value of the lesson.

It was a high-level perspective.

For those Martial Artists stuck in the Shape-Shifting or even Clear Insight Realms, even just observing this Law resonance that pointed directly to the Origin of heaven and earth was enough to help them break through their inherent cognitive barriers and subtly raise their martial arts ceiling.

This was no longer just simple Move teaching.

It was guiding a brand-new, heaven-reaching path for the entire Great Xia Kingdom's high-end combat power.

Half an hour later, the recording finished.

Su Yu packaged the video, encrypted it, and sent it directly to Vice Principal Nie Changkong.

Then he turned off the computer and stretched.

With nine trillion in hand, his confidence was exceptionally high.

Once he returned from the money-printing factory and gathered a bit more, he could perform another epic round of spending.

Meanwhile, in the Abyss Plane, endless darkness and dead silence shrouded this vast land.

The sky was always a dark red, like solidified blood.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur and a thick aura of despair.

In the heart of the Abyss, the Black Heaven Devil Palace—this magnificent palace, built entirely from countless massive bones—was currently shrouded in an unprecedented layer of oppression and panic.

Deep in the palace, the three great Devil Emperors gathered.

Demon Emperor Heitian sat on the bone throne.

That massive, mountain-like body was slightly hunched at this moment.

His right hand hung at his side.

In the center of his palm, the wound that Su Yu had cut from across space had long since healed, but a grey-black scar remained permanently on the new flesh.

This scar was like a Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, constantly reminding him of that terrifying existence.

Below the throne, Demon Emperor Xueyu and Demon Emperor Liangu stood on either side.

Both of their faces were also ugly to the extreme.

"Have you found out?" Demon Emperor Heitian's hoarse voice echoed in the empty palace, revealing a hint of undisguisable irritability.

"That Su Yuan... what exactly is his background?!"

Demon Emperor Xueyu stepped forward.

His whole body was shrouded in the phantom of a rolling sea of blood, his voice heavy.

"The Cult's secret lines over there have been almost completely uprooted."

"Only the last few scattered fragments were sent back."

"Last night in the Dark Web Underground City."

"That Human Race named Su Yuan."

"One spear strike."

Demon Emperor Xueyu paused, as if even he felt that what he was about to say was absurd.

"He only used one spear strike."

"And he wiped out the three Demon Saints we sent down, as well as three Cardinals."

Silence.

The palace fell into a deathly silence.

The bone spurs all over Demon Emperor Liangu's body made uneasy grinding sounds.

"One spear strike..."

"Instantly killing four Saint-Grade combatants..."

The eye sockets of Demon Emperor Liangu, which were burning with ghostly blue flames, jumped violently.

"This is definitely Devil Emperor level!"

"And it is a Peak existence among the Devil Emperors!"

"When did the Human Race produce such a monster?!"

Demon Emperor Heitian stared at the indelible scar on his palm.

A flash of deep fear passed through his eyes.

"Not just that." Demon Emperor Heitian gritted his teeth, his voice squeezing out from between them.

"You simply don't understand the terror of that spear strike."

"Across thousands of miles of space barriers, it followed my extremely weak trace of Origin and flowed upstream."

"Even with most of its power weakened."

"It was still able to cut through my defense and injure my true body."

Demon Emperor Heitian suddenly raised his head, his blood-colored eyes full of horror.

"If he had been standing in front of me at that time."

"That spear strike would definitely have been able to pierce my Devil Core directly!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two great Demon Emperors, Xueyu and Liangu, trembled violently.

It was as if they had fallen into an ice cellar!

Heitian was the strongest of the three of them, with blood energy approaching 200 billion!

If even he admitted he would be instantly killed, wouldn't the two of them be even less than ants if they faced that Su Yuan?!

"This is impossible!" Demon Emperor Xueyu roared in disbelief.

"Those two old things, Qin Fuhai and Chu Zhan, only have a little over 100 billion in blood energy!"

"The Human Race's Physical Body is inherently weak, and they are simply no match for us at the same Realm!"

"How can this Su Yuan possess such terrifying combat power?!"

"How?" Demon Emperor Heitian interrupted Xueyu's roar, his tone filled with deep helplessness and dread.

"Just because of his growth speed!"

"Have you forgotten what happened a few days ago?"

"On the outskirts of the Human Race's capital!"

"That Su Yuan clearly only displayed cultivation at the Martial Spirit level!"

"Although his combat power was astonishing, he only barely managed to kill one Demon Saint!"

Demon Emperor Heitian's voice grew louder and louder, finally turning into something close to despair.

"But what about now?!"

"It's only been a few days?!"

"He can instantly kill four Saint-Grade with one spear strike and injure my true body from across space!"

"This growth speed!"

"This atrocious, perverted talent!"

"Give him a few more months, and will he be able to march directly into the Abyss and crush the three of us like bugs?!"

Panic, like a plague, spread wildly in the hearts of the three great Devil Emperors.