High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 248 News of a Cosmic Wonder! Lei Xianghai! Goodbye, Sun Chantang!
Qin Feng took a deep breath, sat on the sofa, and began to use the highly privileged "Imperial Trading Post" on the subspace terminal to filter through level nine killing techniques.

A vast amount of inherited information flowed by like a waterfall.

"The core of the ninth-level killing technique lies in the high integration of a martial artist's true martial intent with their spiritual power and psychic energy, condensing it into a special force field called 'domain.' This is not only a killing technique, but also the foundation for cultivating various powerful secret techniques in the future..."

Qin Feng muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the names of countless killing techniques.

"The Silent Void," "The Return of All Laws," "The Immortal Holy Light"... each represents a path to the ultimate.

After searching for a long time, he finally settled on a killing technique called "Opening Heaven".

The reason for the choice is very simple, even plain.

Because the core concept of this killing technique is consistent with his previous eighth-level killing technique, "Vast Mountains," which he had cultivated to the control level, both of which abandon all complicated variations and bring the word "power" to its extreme in killing techniques.

The trading platform's page provides a detailed description of this killing technique: "The Creation of Heaven uses supreme power to emulate the Big Bang at the beginning of the universe, concentrating all power into a single point and unleashing it in an instant."

This killing method is suitable for heavy, wide-ranging cold weapons such as spears, axes, and broadswords, and is highly compatible with martial artists whose undying projections resemble heavy, imposing objects like cauldrons, bells, towers, and furnaces.

"That's it."

Without further hesitation, Qin Feng took a screenshot of the information about this killing technique and sent it directly to his senior brother, Huo Linhou.

Almost instantly after the message was successfully sent, Huo Linhou replied with a concise "1". Immediately afterward, a notification came from Qin Feng's subspace storage unit, indicating that a heritage stone tablet, shimmering with chaotic light and filled with the aura of primordial wilderness and pioneering, was already lying quietly inside.

After purchasing the killing technique, Qin Feng turned his attention to the other rewards he had received as the Empire's Chief.

First was the Imperial First Medal. The medal was crafted from an unknown dark gold metal, shaped like a soaring eagle, with a sword and blade crossed beneath its talons. He could sense the immense power contained within it.

According to the instructions, it needs to be "refined" before it can be stored in the sea of ​​consciousness and bound to the soul. It will work without needing to be worn and will not be lost.

Secondly, there is the power armor made of Tianyan alloy that can be upgraded.

With a thought, Qin Feng conjured a set of armor shimmering with a faint golden light before him. The power armor was predominantly gold, with deep azure runes adorning the joints and energy conduits. These runes seemed to flow slowly, exuding a mysterious beauty.

The entire power armor design is full of iron-bloodedness and majesty, with a strong style belonging to the Empire's most elite warband—the Extreme Chapter.

Then there are the crimson gold wings and the teleportation beacon.

Qin Feng understood the function of the teleportation beacon, and the pair of crimson-gold wings were also a piece of equipment that needed to be "refined".

"I don't know, what exactly constitutes refining?"

Qin Feng couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He had spent nearly a thousand years in the Cosmic Genius Battle, and his cultivation level had advanced rapidly. However, due to the special circumstances of his environment, he was seriously out of touch with many things that were common knowledge for high-level martial artists.

For example, after a martial artist advances to the Planetary level, they can begin to learn how to refine various equipment, highly binding it to their spiritual power and even their physical body, making it as easy to control as an extension of their own limb.

And he has never refined any piece of equipment to this day.

For example, by combining mental power and psychic energy, various force fields can be used to construct terrifying formations, something Qin Feng knew nothing about.

"It seems I need to brush up on these basics before heading to the battlefield of all races."

Qin Feng did not rush things. Instead, he calmed down and began searching extensively for posts about "refining" on the martial arts forum of the Subspace Empire.

He studied everything from basic theory to advanced techniques with utmost care.

Finally, after spending several hours, he figured out the key to it.

Generally speaking, the strength of a martial artist's equipment must first match the martial artist's level. For example, the basic requirement for stellar-level equipment is that it can withstand the physical destructive force and mental impact of a stellar-level martial artist's full-force burst.

The key to determining the quality of a piece of equipment lies in the "restrictions" contained within it.

These restrictions are spiritual energy circuits and spiritual imprints inscribed by master craftsmen when forging equipment, based on their understanding of the laws.

The so-called "refinement" of martial artists is essentially about using one's mental power to break through, analyze, and then control these restrictions one by one, so that one's mental power and physical energy can be perfectly combined with the equipment to unleash its full power.

"I see."

Qin Feng looked at the description in a post and seemed to be thinking, "For example, my pair of crimson gold wings have a total of seventy-two core restrictions inside, which is already considered to be of superior quality among black hole-level equipment."

If it had 108 restrictions, it would be a legendary top-tier piece of equipment.

"This process, in the ancient, dark age of technology, seems to have been called 'pacifying the machine spirit'..."

"However, now that technology and martial arts are combined, the concept of 'machine soul' no longer exists; there are only restrictions made purely of spiritual energy and mental power."

Qin Feng muttered to himself, and then another key point came to mind.

The characteristics of the Celestial Weapons, such as his Star-Devouring Spear and his power armor, are that they have no restrictions, anyone can use them, and they can grow infinitely.

In terms of quality, this type of equipment is directly comparable to those top-tier equipment with 108 restrictions.

"In other words, if I encounter an enemy with a Heavenly Evolution Weapon on the battlefield in the future, as long as I can kill them and seize the weapon, I can use it directly without refining it."

Qin Feng suddenly understood, gaining a deeper understanding of the creations of the empire's top technology.

After understanding the principle, he began to try it out.

He immersed his mind in the pair of crimson-gold wings, and following the method he had learned from the forum, he carefully used his spiritual power to sense and touch the first restriction within them.

This was an extremely mentally taxing process. The restrictions within the wings were as complex as a vast star map, and each probe of spiritual power felt like a mortal trying to shake a mountain.

Time passes unconsciously.

Several months passed in the blink of an eye. Even with his superior mental strength, which far surpassed that of his peers, Qin Feng only managed to barely break through the first barrier.

At this moment, he was able to begin to activate the pair of crimson-gold wings, but each flap consumed a tremendous amount of his mental energy.

"As expected of black hole-level equipment."

Qin Feng opened his eyes, his gaze showing no sign of discouragement. "The difficulty of the subsequent restrictions increases exponentially."

With my current galaxy-level cultivation, it would be almost impossible for me to completely refine it.

However, as long as it can be used briefly, as a surprise trump card, that's enough.

The crimson-gold wings are covered with hundreds of millions of miniature arrays, each composed of billions of mental-spiritual energy fields. Once activated, these arrays will cause a massive increase in speed.

He temporarily abandoned the refinement of the crimson gold wings and instead put on the Heavenly Evolution Alloy Power Armor.

With a thought, the gold and blue armor parts automatically disassembled, flew over, and then precisely covered every part of his body.

With a series of soft "clicks" and the "hum" of energy flow, the entire power armor was perfectly integrated with him.

Qin Feng was already nearly two meters tall, tall and imposing. After donning this powerful power armor, his overall height suddenly increased to nearly three meters, like a golden war god stepping out of mythology.

He walked to the mirror and looked at his new image.

The golden armor reflected a cold luster under the light, with broad shoulder armor and the emblem representing the Extreme Warband engraved on the breastplate.

He reached out, and the black Star-Devouring Spear instantly appeared in his palm.

The four skulls, spoils of war obtained from the Chosen Ones of Chaos, were hung one by one on the tactical hooks at the waist, exuding a faint, eerie aura.

Finally, he solemnly pinned the "Dawn Star" and "Imperial Chief" medals on his chest.

An aura of domineering arrogance, looking down upon the world, arose spontaneously.

"Let's name this power armor 'Limit'."

Qin Feng murmured, "This is a tribute to the style of the Extreme Battle Group, and also an expectation for my own path in martial arts."

"The 'Ultimate' power armor is itself a galaxy-level weapon and can continuously grow."

But my Star-Devouring Spear, after undergoing multiple upgrades, is now only equivalent to a top-tier weapon at the stellar level.

"With my current galaxy-level power, if I were to unleash my full power, it would probably be unable to withstand it."

It seems that after mastering the killing techniques, I'll need to find a way to acquire some rare resources to upgrade the Star Devourer into a true star-level weapon.

He glanced at the time on the subspace terminal.

"Next, I will cultivate the ninth-level killing technique, 'Opening Heaven,' to the entry level, and then I can set off for the battlefield of all races."

Qin Feng put aside his distracting thoughts and re-entered the virtual space of the "Imperial Arena" to begin immersive training in the new killing technique.

However, this time was different from any of his previous seclusions.

Qin Feng subconsciously began to avoid paying attention to the "Heaven rewards diligence" data panel that had once been of great help to him.

Since the incident involving the pages of the Treachery Book, he had vaguely sensed that this cheat code might be intricately connected to the evil god who controlled conspiracies and changes.

He wants to control power through his own will and his own hard work, rather than relying on a potentially huge hidden danger.

Time passes again.

One year later.

Inside the Imperial Arena, Qin Feng held the Star-Devouring Spear, surrounded by a golden aura that was visible to the naked eye and seemed almost tangible.

He closed his eyes tightly, immersing his mind entirely in the true meaning of martial arts in "The Creation of Heaven".

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, took a step forward, and thrust his spear forward in a seemingly slow but actually powerful trajectory.

There were no earth-shattering sound and light effects, only a barely perceptible, pure black crack appeared in the space in front of the spear tip.

It was as if the entire universe was being pried open by this one shot, and that it was being forcibly "opened up" from this point onward!
The opponent's body was shattered; he was killed instantly by this single shot.

"Getting started."

Qin Feng put away his gun and stood up, letting out a long breath.

"Check if there's anything I've forgotten. Once that's done, it's time to leave."

He stood up and left the arena.

Back in reality, he habitually opened the unread messages on the subspace network.

Several of the messages came from Shi Potian, Long Yu, Nisang, and Ning Jing, who were old friends of Shi Potian from their time at the Canaan Star Martial Arts University.

In their messages, they warmly congratulated Qin Feng on winning first place in the Cosmic Genius Battle and being crowned the Empire's Chief. They also told Qin Feng that they had registered to participate in the next Cosmic Genius Battle, determined to catch up with him.

"Shi Potian... this guy's progress is quite fast."

A smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

Next came messages from Xiong Yanfu and Tiemu, all of which were similar in content, congratulating them and expressing their desire to catch up.

Qin Feng patiently and kindly replied to each of them, encouraging them to continue their efforts.

Next was a message from Caesar, sent a month earlier.

The content was simple: he had finished dealing with his family affairs and had gone ahead to the "Holy Feather Universe City" on the battlefield of all races.

The last message, however, took Qin Feng somewhat by surprise.

The sender was a name he hadn't contacted in a long time, yet who held an important place in his martial arts journey—Sun Chantang!

"Qin Feng, I heard you recently returned to Qimingxing? I'm at the Extreme Martial Arts Gym in Yinou Community right now. Are you free?"

"Want to come over and have a little sparring?"

Upon seeing the message, Qin Feng was first taken aback, then a genuine smile appeared on his face.

He thought for a moment and quickly replied, "Coming right away, Master."

……

After replying to Master Sun Chantang's message, Qin Feng didn't waste a moment. He put away his "Limitless" power armor, changed into ordinary combat clothes, and his figure disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of the familiar Limitless Martial Arts Hall in Yin'ou Community.

The martial arts gym was bustling with activity, filled with the energy of sweat, strength, and youth.

In the training hall, hundreds of young martial artists were sweating profusely in their respective areas. The sounds of clashing equipment, deep roars, and the instructors' reprimands intertwined to create a vibrant symphony.

The moment Qin Feng stepped through the gate, the symphony seemed to be paused.

The receptionist was the first to notice him. He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. The moment his eyes met Qin Feng's, he was frozen in place, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

Qin Feng's appearance had already spread to every corner of the human race through the Empire's network after the Cosmic Genius Battle, especially on the home planet of Morning Star, where it was passed down by word of mouth among martial artists.

He is a legend, the ultimate goal for countless young martial artists.

Immediately afterwards, the students near the entrance area also noticed Qin Feng.

The training abruptly stopped, the chatter subsided like a receding tide, and the entire training hall fell into an eerie silence.

All eyes were focused on the tall, imposing man with a commanding presence.

They dared not confirm it, or rather, they dared not believe their eyes.

How could the legendary empire's top martial arts master appear in a small community martial arts school like Qimingxing without any warning?
"You...you are..."

The front desk staff finally found their voice, but still stammered, their faces flushed with excitement.

Qin Feng's gaze swept across the entire room. Facing the gazes that were filled with admiration, awe, or curiosity, he nodded slightly and a gentle smile appeared on his face, breaking the stagnant atmosphere.

"I am Qin Feng,"

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, "Excuse me, is Master Sun Chantang here?"

"boom--!"

These words were like a bombshell, completely detonating in the silent crowd!
It really is Qin Feng!
The Empire's Top Scholar! The First Place Winner of the Cosmic Genius Battle! The Supreme Demon Star who single-handedly crushed twelve top geniuses and the Chosen Ones of Chaos in the Final Battle!

After a brief silence, an uncontrollable uproar and gasps of shock erupted. Everyone felt their hearts pounding wildly, their blood rushing to their heads.

“Yes…yes…”

The staff member felt his legs going weak. He pointed deep into the martial arts hall and used all his strength to utter a complete sentence, "Master Sun... he's... in the number one martial arts room."

"Thank you."

Qin Feng smiled again. He always treated his fellow martial artists with great kindness and gentleness.

However, this gentleness did not make the surrounding martial artists feel at ease.

On the contrary, when his gaze swept across them, many people subconsciously held their breath and even took a half step back.

There was no other reason than the four skulls that he casually hung from his waist.

That's not a decoration.

Each skull exudes a faint, yet terrifying aura that sends chills down your spine.

That was the head of the Chosen One of Chaos, proof of Qin Feng's unparalleled martial achievements, and added a touch of terrifying majesty that inspired awe.

A gentle temperament and a ruthless, murderous aura—these two seemingly contradictory qualities blend perfectly within him, creating a unique and powerful presence that makes people afraid to look directly at him.

Under the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, Qin Feng strode forward, heading towards the No. 1 Martial Arts Room deep within the martial arts hall.

Pushing open the heavy alloy door, a familiar figure sat cross-legged in the center of the martial arts room, waiting quietly.

It was none other than the owner of Sun Chantang.

His appearance was not much different from what Qin Feng remembered him to be from many years ago; he still had that gentle expression and reserved demeanor.

However, Qin Feng at this moment is no longer the sickly boy who had never even stepped into the threshold of martial arts.

With just one glance, he clearly discerned the level of power of Master Sun Chantang.

"Galaxy-level".

A boundless vitality, like a dormant volcano, lies hidden beneath its seemingly ordinary body;

Its spiritual power is concentrated and profound.

Qin Feng was filled with a myriad of emotions.

He vaguely remembered that when he was suffering from a serious genetic breakdown disease, he first met Master Sun at the Extreme Martial Arts Academy. At that time, he could not sense any aura from the other party at all, and only felt that he was an unfathomable senior.

Later, when Master Sun taught him the "Ten Perfect Techniques," in his eyes at that time, the aura emanating from Master Sun was as dazzling as the sun and the stars, an existence that he had to look up to and could not reach.

And now, a thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

His cultivation level had already reached the same level as that of his former benefactor.

Time flies, and the world changes—nothing could be more true than this.

As Qin Feng sighed, Sun Chantang slowly opened his eyes and looked at him quietly. His eyes were also filled with complex emotions, including relief, amazement, and a sense of being in another world.

"Qin Feng,"

Sun Chantang spoke first, his voice gentle and tinged with a smile, "I never imagined that a casual act of kindness back then would bear such brilliant fruit today."

He stood up, looked Qin Feng up and down, and exclaimed, "In just over a thousand years, you've gone from a complete novice who knew nothing about martial arts to overcoming all obstacles and becoming the empire's top expert, a true galaxy-level powerhouse. Your path has been incredibly fast, so fast that everyone else can only look on in awe."

"You flatter me, Master."

Qin Feng spoke with utmost sincerity, bowing deeply to Sun Chantang. "If it weren't for your help back then, Master, who cured my old ailment, I would probably be a pile of dust by now, and there would be no Qin Feng today."

"Haha, fate is predetermined for everyone, I'm just going with the flow."

Sun Chantang laughed heartily, waved his hand to indicate that Qin Feng didn't need to be so polite, and then a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes: "It's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles. How about we open a private domain in the Imperial Arena and have a friendly spar?"

"It's what you wish for."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, his gaze also becoming sharp.

Sun Chantang smiled and skillfully operated his terminal. Soon, a private domain invitation from "Imperial Arena" was sent to Qin Feng's terminal.

The two tacitly agreed to accept it.

The next second, the surrounding scenery changed instantly, and they found themselves in a vast, boundless white space.

This is the most basic battle map in the Imperial Arena, with no environmental factors interfering, purely testing the strength of the warriors themselves.

Neither of them chose to lock their vitality index or mental strength, which means this will be a no-holds-barred sparring match that is closest to their true combat power.

hum-

A flash of light appeared in Qin Feng's hand, revealing a standard silver alloy spear.

Opposite him, Sun Chantang slowly put on a pair of standard black boxing gloves. The gloves had no fancy patterns on their surface, but they exuded a calm and imposing aura.

"please!"

"please!"

The moment the words left their mouths, their auras exploded simultaneously!
Qin Feng launched the first attack. He took a step forward, his figure blurring instantly, and the alloy spear in his hand, like a black lightning bolt tearing through space, pierced straight into Sun Chantang's chest.

Before the spear tip even arrived, a wild, heavy, and terrifying aura, as if it were about to create the world, had already completely enveloped Sun Chantang!

The Ninth-Level Killing Technique, "Opening Heaven"!
Faced with this earth-shattering shot, Sun Chantang neither dodged nor avoided, but calmly took a step forward and threw a punch.

"Boom!"

There was no actual collision, but the entire virtual space suddenly trembled, as if an invisible thunderclap had exploded deep in everyone's soul!
Around Sun Chantang's fist, countless fine purple arcs of electricity appeared out of thin air. They quickly intertwined and spread, instantly forming a huge spherical force field with a diameter of more than ten kilometers, enveloping him and Qin Feng together.

Within the force field, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and the air became as viscous as mercury, filled with an aura of destruction and judgment.

The ultimate state of the Great Thunderclap Fist – Thunderclap Domain!
The spear Qin Feng thrust out suddenly slowed down the moment it entered the area of ​​effect.

That invincible "opening of the world" realm seemed to have sunk into a quagmire, constantly being worn down and disintegrated by the thunderous sounds coming from all directions, which contained both shock and paralyzing power.

"Such a strong domain suppression!"

Qin Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

His "Opening Heaven" killing technique is only at the beginner level, and he can only achieve the ultimate burst of power.

Sun Chantang's "Great Thunder Sound Fist" has reached perfection, and the "Thunder Sound Domain" it forms is a world of its own. Within the domain, he is the master!

Within the domain, all mental and spiritual energy fields will provide significant support to Sun Chantang, while simultaneously exerting a powerful suppressive effect on the enemy!
Sun Chantang forced Qin Feng back with a single punch, and pressed his advantage relentlessly.

His figure flickered in the lightning, and his fists rained down like raindrops.

Each punch is accompanied by a deafening thunderclap. This thunderclap does not act on the eardrums, but directly impacts the mind and soul. If one is not careful, one will lose their composure and fall into an abyss of no return.

Qin Feng dared not be negligent, his spear swirling like a dragon, protecting himself completely.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Fists and guns clashed wildly in the confined space, producing a dense clang of metal against metal.

Hundreds of rounds passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Feng grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He found himself completely suppressed.

Within this Thunder Sound Domain, his speed, strength, and reaction time were all reduced by at least 30%.

What's even more terrifying is that Sun Chantang's boxing style is wide and powerful, yet contains endless subtle variations. Every punch seems to predict all of his movements, forcing him to be on the defensive and powerless to fight back.

"rise!"

Qin Feng gave a low shout, no longer holding back.

A towering, pure golden, immortal phantom, tens of thousands of feet tall, suddenly appeared behind him!

The immense power of the undying projection spread out instantly, attempting to forcibly expand this Thunder Sound Domain!

However, the Thunder Sound Domain has shown amazing resilience.

The golden phantom tower had barely opened when it was tightly bound by endless purple lightning.

The rolling thunder transformed into tangible sound waves, like billions of heavy hammers, relentlessly bombarding the body of the immortal tower, producing a series of teeth-grinding "creaking" sounds.

Qin Feng attempted to counterattack using the absolute defense of the Undying Projection, but found himself still unable to move.

He was firmly suppressed in place by his own projection and the opponent's domain, and could only struggle to hold on.

From this moment on, the battle completely transformed into a war of attrition.

Five hundred rounds... eight hundred rounds... one thousand rounds...

Qin Feng felt his mental energy being rapidly depleted, and each time he resisted Sun Chantang's attack, he needed to mobilize several times more power than usual.

Meanwhile, the opponent was thriving in their own territory, exhaling deeply and launching a continuous offensive, showing no signs of weakness.

Finally, after the 1200th round, Qin Feng made a careless move and was struck on the spear shaft by a fist wind containing terrifying shock force.

"boom!"

A tremendous force struck, and the alloy spear flew out of his hand.

The next second, Sun Chantang's fist, encased in a black boxing glove, lightly landed on his chest.

The virtual space is frozen in time.

[Battle over, Sun Chantang victorious.]

The system notification sounded, and the surrounding thunderous aura receded like a tide, returning everything to calm.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Sun Chantang withdrew his fist, and his hearty laughter echoed throughout the space: "That was exhilarating! That was exhilarating! It was such a difficult fight! I thought I could take you down in a few rounds with this perfect domain."

Qin Feng picked up the spear, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Sun Chantang, and said with complete admiration, "Master's strength is superb; I admire you greatly."

"That's a bad word."

Sun Chantang's smile gradually faded, turning into a bitter expression: "Don't flatter me, kid. How long have you been at the galaxy level? You've only just begun practicing the 'Opening Heaven' killing technique."

As for me, I have been immersed in this realm for over a thousand years, honing the Great Thunderclap Fist to perfection.

"That's all I can do now, with what little I've accumulated, to bully you a little."

He looked at Qin Feng with a serious expression in his eyes: "The reason I insisted on inviting you to a match today is because we are from the same school and both of us are from the Morning Star School. It's a rare coincidence."

Secondly, because... if I don't seize this opportunity to defeat you now, I'm afraid I'll never have another chance."

Qin Feng was taken aback upon hearing this, but then he understood the meaning behind Sun Chantang's words. He exchanged a glance with him, and the two of them burst into laughter at the same time.

After the laughter subsided, Sun Chantang's expression suddenly turned serious.

"Qin Feng, the reason I called you here is actually to discuss something important with you."

Seeing his solemn expression, Qin Feng also suppressed his smile and said seriously, "Please speak, Master."

Sun Chantang did not speak immediately, but waved his hand.

A profound spiritual energy field instantly spread out, enveloping the two of them.

This force field was chaotic yet orderly, effectively isolating it from all forms of external probing. No one could possibly see even a fraction of it; it was the legendary array.

After doing all this, he slowly opened his mouth and uttered four words.

"Universal wonders."

Qin Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

Sun Chantang said in a deep voice: "Not long ago, when I was on a mission in the battlefield of ten thousand races, I killed an elite of an alien race."

I obtained a encrypted intelligence from his space equipment.

Intelligence indicates that an extremely rare cosmic artifact is about to be created, attracting numerous geniuses and powerful individuals from all races to vie for it.

I have sent you the specific coordinates.

He paused, then continued, "This location is quite a distance from the Devouring Heaven Universe City where your master is stationed, but with your strength, getting there shouldn't be too difficult."

"I am currently still within the combat group, and my actions are subject to many restrictions, preventing me from leaving the mission sequence to compete for resources."

So, after much thought, I decided that rather than letting this incredible opportunity rot in my hands, I should tell you about it.

In return, Qin Feng, I'd like to ask you to do something for me, how about it?

"Please speak, Master. I would like to hear the details."

Qin Feng nodded.

He had already made up his mind.

Sun Chantang had given him a second chance at life, a debt of gratitude heavier than Mount Tai.

Let alone just doing one thing, even without the information about this cosmic wonder in exchange, as long as Sun Chantang asks, no matter how difficult the matter is, he will never refuse.

This is his philosophy of life, and also the cornerstone of his martial arts spirit.

A hint of gratitude appeared in Sun Chantang's eyes as he slowly said, "I have a junior friend of an old friend. She... was trapped in a dangerous place in the universe called 'Thunder Sea' due to some accident."

That place was ravaged by thunderstorms, and the space was distorted, making it extremely dangerous.

I've also sent you the exact location coordinates.

"I hope that if you have the opportunity and the ability to train in the battlefield of myriad races in the future, you can go to the 'Thunder Sea' and escort her safely to the 'Thunder Universe City'."

Sun Chantang's tone carried a hint of helplessness and guilt: "As you know, I cannot directly access the missions issued by the will of the universe, and many things are beyond my control."

"If I want to move freely, it will probably only be possible after I break through to the Black Hole level and gain higher authority within the battle group. So... I can only entrust this matter to you."

"it is good!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng nodded resolutely and agreed: "The master has done me a great service. This is just a small matter, how could I ask you for such a favor? This is what I should do."

As soon as he finished speaking, his personal terminal received two encrypted files from Sun Chantang. One file contained the coordinates and information about the cosmic artifact, while the other contained the detailed star map coordinates of the dangerous place called "Thunder Sea" and the final destination, "Thunder Universe City".

Seeing Qin Feng agree so readily, Sun Chantang's tense expression completely relaxed, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He understands Qin Feng.

This young man, who came from the Morning Star, has a rock-solid character and acts decisively, but deep down he always adheres to a clear bottom line—keeping promises and being grateful.

He will do his utmost to accomplish anything he personally promises, and he will never lie.

To some extent, this pure martial spirit is especially precious and reliable among the warband prodigies of the human empire today, who are entangled in complex thoughts and interests.

The isolation field surrounding the two quietly dissipated, and the atmosphere in the martial arts room relaxed.

For the next hour, the two did not discuss those heavy topics concerning the cosmic order or the struggle for supremacy among all races. Instead, they chatted casually like old friends who were close despite their age difference.

They talked about the tremendous changes that Qimingxing has undergone over the past few hundred years, the new talents that the Extreme Martial Arts Academy has cultivated in recent years, and the strange and wonderful things that Sun Chantang encountered when he was on a mission in the Legion.

Sun Chantang recounted the unpredictable battles and bizarre alien civilizations on the battlefield of myriad races, while Qin Feng shared his insights from the Cosmic Genius Battle, where he fought against top prodigies from different star systems with different lineages.

This is an exchange spanning a thousand years. With his rich experience, Sun Chantang sketched out a more realistic, more brutal, and more expansive picture of the battlefield of all races for Qin Feng;
Qin Feng's unparalleled insights into martial arts often impressed and moved Sun Chantang, a senior figure at the galaxy level.

Time flew by in pleasant conversation until a staff member's respectful voice rang out from outside the martial arts room.

"Master Sun, it's time. The next student who booked an advanced private lesson is already waiting outside and needs your guidance."

The sudden sound startled Qin Feng slightly.

He looked at Sun Chantang with a hint of surprise and nostalgia in his eyes.

"Or... 10,000 Imperial Coins per hour?"

Qin Feng asked subconsciously.

This price was an astronomical figure that was unattainable for him during his youth.

"Haha, honest and fair, we've never raised prices."

Sun Chantang stroked his beard and laughed, his eyes full of mischievous amusement: "However, this junior student is quite lucky today. Let him in; he got his 10,000 Imperial Coins well spent this time."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng also became interested and sat down to the side with great interest, waiting for this "lucky one" to arrive.

A moment later, the alloy door to the martial arts room was gently pushed open, and a slightly thin figure walked in.

He was a boy who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a black training uniform that had faded slightly from washing.

His face was unhealthy and pale, his breath was weak, and his steps were unsteady, clearly indicating that he had a serious health problem.

However, what stood in stark contrast to his frail body were his eyes.

Bright and clear, it is filled with a yearning for power and a deep-seated stubbornness that refuses to accept its fate.

The moment Qin Feng and Sun Chantang's gazes fell upon the young man, a subtle, almost imperceptible change appeared in the expressions of the two galaxy-level powerhouses.

"Ok?"

Sun Chantang let out a soft exclamation. His seemingly casual gaze seemed to pierce through the surface of matter and reach the very essence of the young man's life.

He realized that the boy's illness was not caused by injury or improper training, but stemmed from a more fundamental level—a congenital defect.

He turned to look at Qin Feng, exchanging a silent glance.

Qin Feng nodded slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes: "That's right, it's a defect at the soul level. This kind of congenital soul incompleteness is indeed very rare."

For powerful beings at their level, observing the soul state of a mortal is as simple as an ordinary person looking at a glass of water.

The fire of the soul of the boy before me was dim and flickering, as if it would be extinguished at any moment, and there were obvious defects at the edges of his soul aura that were not caused by external factors.

"You come, or should I?"

Sun Chantang asked with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of testing.

"Let me do it."

Qin Feng stood up and took a step forward.

Looking at the boy in front of him, whose body was trembling slightly from nervousness, Qin Feng's thoughts seemed to return to a thousand years ago, where he saw himself again, filled with confusion about the future due to a chronic illness.

"What's your name?"

Qin Feng asked.

"Qin Dahai".

The boy answered.

This startled Qin Feng, and his hands trembled slightly.

The pages of the Treachery book in his mind seemed to want to say something, but Qin Feng coldly shouted in his heart: "Shut up!"

Then the pages of the book fell silent again.

Qin Feng softened his tone, his voice gentle and steady, carrying a reassuring power: "Kid, relax."

"I will use the Ultramarines Legion's fundamental and inherited technique—'The Perfect Hand'—to help you repair the congenital wounds on your soul."

This process will not only cure your chronic illness, but also comprehensively enhance your physical potential.

"All you have to do is completely relax and not have any thoughts of resistance, understand?"

(End of this chapter)