Bloodless Victory

Time flies like a white horse passing a crevice.

In the blink of an eye, six years have slipped away quietly.

Over these six years, Su Yu, Tang Wu, and Xiao Wu have spent a stable and fulfilling developmental period at Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy.

On the east street of Nuoding City, sparks fly inside a blacksmith shop.

The burly blacksmith Wang Dachui is swinging a heavy iron hammer, slamming it fiercely against a piece of red-hot iron.

As he hammers, he laughs triumphantly in his heart.

Hovering above his head is a translucent blue panel that only Su Yu can see.

The panel bears the bold characters:

God-Level Forging System

.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the daily smithing task. Reward: Strength attribute +1. Please keep up the good work. Next main quest: Forge one hundred fine steel longswords."

Listening to the cold, mechanical voice in his mind, the muscles all over Wang Dachui's body tremble with excitement.

He is a transmigrator who possessed this ordinary blacksmith half a year ago.

Relying on this system, he can grow infinitely stronger just by hammering away every day.

He has even fantasized about the beautiful scene of using a single hammer to smash Martial Soul Hall and marrying a saintess to reach the pinnacle of his life.

On the second floor of a teahouse less than fifty meters from the blacksmith shop.

Su Yu, dressed in a clean and sharp black robe, sits leisurely by the window.

He picks up the premium Yuqian Longjing Tea on the table, takes a light sip, and watches the blacksmith shop across the street with calm eyes.

Deep within his pupils, a brilliant golden light slowly circulates.

The

Eye of Truth

is fully activated, allowing him to see every character on the system panel above Wang Dachui's head with perfect clarity.

"God-Level Forging System? The name is quite intimidating, but in the end, it's just a low-level cheat without even a core firewall." Su Yu sets down his teacup, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.

Over these past few years, Su Yu has not been idle.

Using the

Eye of Truth

, he has secretly ferreted out several hosts bound to low-level life systems in the streets and alleys of Nuoding City.

There was a butcher who grew stronger by slaughtering pigs, a tailor who gained soul power by sewing clothes, and now, a blacksmith who daydreams while hammering iron.

These system hosts are like parasites attached to the Douluo Continent plane, constantly sucking the origin luck of the world to strengthen themselves.

Su Yu has not personally killed them.

He knows very well that acting directly would not only easily expose his own strength but might also attract the attention of major powers like Martial Soul Hall, which would be more trouble than it's worth.

He has more elegant and lethal methods.

Su Yu extends his right index finger and lightly swipes through the void.

His second martial soul,

Conceptual Eraser

, activates instantly.

The

Advancement Permission

, strengthened by a

System Origin Fragment

, makes it easier for him to tamper with low-level system tasks.

An invisible force of rules crosses the fifty-meter distance and descends directly onto the system panel above Wang Dachui's head.

The task text on the panel, "Forge one hundred fine steel longswords," instantly becomes blurred.

Following this, Su Yu uses his finger as a pen, writing a brand-new task command onto the panel from afar.

Inside the blacksmith shop, Wang Dachui is just about to reach for a new piece of raw iron.

"Ding! System main quest has changed!"

"Latest main quest: Immediately go to the City Lord's Mansion, take off your pants in public, and perform a pole dance in front of the City Lord's gate. Time limit: five minutes. Failure penalty: Immediate erasure!"

Hearing the sudden prompt in his mind, the hammer in Wang Dachui's hand drops to the ground with a "clang," nearly crushing his toes.

He is completely stunned, his eyes wide as copper bells, his face filled with incredulous terror.

"System master, have you gone mad! There are dozens of armed guards at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion. You want me to go there, take off my pants, and dance? How is this any different from seeking death!" Wang Dachui roars in despair within his mind.

However, the system offers no response, only the cold red countdown ticking away frantically.

"4 minutes 59 seconds... 4 minutes 58 seconds..."

Under the absolute forced control of the system, Wang Dachui's body instantly loses all autonomy.

Like a marionette, his legs exert sudden force, and he rushes out of the blacksmith shop like a gale, sprinting straight toward the City Lord's Mansion.

Five minutes later, a thunderous roar erupts outside the gates of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Where did this pervert come from! How dare he commit such an indecent act in front of the City Lord's Mansion!"

"Guard squad, take orders! Hack this old pervert who took off his pants to death!"

Accompanied by the clashing of weapons being drawn and shrill screams, Wang Dachui is hacked into a pulp on the spot by dozens of enraged guards.

On the second floor of the teahouse, Su Yu remains sitting calmly by the window.

The moment Wang Dachui breathes his last, the

God-Level Forging System

collapses completely due to the death of its host.

In mid-air, a grain-sized fragment of gray-gold energy quietly emerges.

As if drawn by a powerful attraction, it turns into a streak of light, instantly pierces through the teahouse window, and sinks into Su Yu's palm.

Su Yu closed his eyes, feeling this trace of faint system origin merge into his body.

His already incredibly wide meridians were broadened by a tiny fraction once more, and the soul power within his dantian became even more refined and dense.

Over these past few years, Su Yu had used this method of borrowing a knife to kill, eliminating all the parasites in Nuoding City without staining his hands with blood.

Every time he cleared out a low-level cheater, he could absorb a trace of faint system origin.

With these small amounts accumulating, his soul power foundation had reached an unfathomable level, far exceeding his peers by several times.

The graduation season arrived as scheduled.

At the main gate of the Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy, the crowd surged, bustling with activity.

Su Yu, Tang Wu, and Xiao Wu stood side by side outside the academy gate.

Six years of time had allowed them to completely shed their former immaturity, each growing into a capable and outstanding soul master.

Su Yu stood tall and straight, his height already approaching one meter seven.

He wore a tailored black combat suit, his brows sharp like swords, his eyes like stars, and his face handsome.

Standing there, his entire being exuded a temperament as steady as an abyss.

Tang Wu stood to Su Yu's left, her hands tightly clutching his arm.

She had grown increasingly radiant and moving.

A head of long, deep blue hair draped softly over her back, and her exquisite features were flawless.

She wore a form-fitting blue short skirt, her two fair, straight legs exposed to the air, drawing much attention.

Because she had consumed a Top-Grade Marrow Cleansing Pill, her figure had developed exceptionally well.

Xiao Wu stood to Su Yu's right, similarly clutching his other arm.

She still wore her signature pink short skirt, with a headband on her head that others perceived as rabbit ears.

Years of physical training had made her waist incredibly supple and slender, easily encircled by a pair of hands.

Her long, shapely legs were filled with explosive power, and her whole person exuded a youthful, lively, and wild beauty.

The two girls clung to Su Yu from left and right, competing in secret, neither willing to let go even a fraction.

The passing male students watched this scene with eyes full of envy, jealousy, and hatred, yet not a single one dared to step forward to strike up a conversation.

Because these three were the most terrifying monsters since the founding of Nuoding Academy.

The Old Dean led all the instructors, marching out from the academy in a grand procession to personally see them off.

The Old Dean had a head of white hair, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper than they had been six years ago.

He walked up to the three of them and stopped, his eyes filled with reluctance, but even more so with deep awe.

"Su Yu, Tang Wu, Xiao Wu. You are graduating today." The Old Dean's voice trembled slightly, his tone carrying a hint of pleading humility, "Nuoding Academy is but a small temple; it cannot contain you three great Buddhas. Your talent is the most terrifying existence I have ever seen in my life."

The surrounding instructors nodded one after another, whispering among themselves.

"Indeed, this is simply a fantasy!"

"It's not just their high levels; the combat power of the three of them is even more exaggerated. During yesterday's graduation assessment, the three of them didn't even release their martial souls, yet they beat several level-twenty-something Soul Grand Master instructors in the academy into having no power to fight back, relying solely on physical strength."

"Especially that Su Yu; I still cannot see through his depth even now. Standing there, he gives me a sense of fear as if facing an abyss."

Listening to the discussions of the instructors around him, the Old Dean took a deep breath, pulled three gold-stamped graduation certificates from his robes, and respectfully handed them to Su Yu.

"This is your proof of graduation. With your current strength, any high-level soul master academy on the continent would fight to have you. I wish you a bright future." The Old Dean bowed, his attitude respectful to the extreme.

Su Yu took the graduation certificates with a calm expression and casually stuffed them into his storage Soul Tool.

He didn't say any unnecessary nonsense, merely nodding slightly at the Old Dean as a response before turning and leaving with the two girls.

Watching the backs of the three as they walked away, the Old Dean let out a long, heavy breath, as if he had unloaded a great mountain.

These three monsters had finally left; Nuoding Academy could finally return to its normal teaching order.

After leaving Nuoding City, the three traveled along the main road.

Half an hour later, they veered off the wide path and arrived at a towering hillside outside the city.

The terrain here was open and covered in knee-deep green grass.

Standing at the top of the hill, one could overlook the rolling mountain ranges and vast plains in the distance.

A light breeze brushed past, causing the grass to ripple like waves and blowing the skirts of Tang Wu and Xiao Wu.

Su Yu stopped and turned to face the vast world.

The stage of Nuoding Academy had completely ended; next, they faced the choice of a high-level soul master academy.

This concerned not only their future cultivation resources but also Su Yu's upcoming "Hunting Plan".