Chapter 248: News of the Cosmic Wonder! Lei Xiang Sea! Seeing Sun Chantang Again

Chapter 248: News of a Cosmic Marvel! Thunder Phase Sea! A Reunion with Sun Meditation Hall!

Qin Feng took a deep breath, settled onto the sofa, and began browsing the highly privileged "Imperial Trading Post" on the subspace terminal, filtering for ninth-level killing techniques.

A torrent of inherited knowledge cascaded past like a waterfall.

"The core of a ninth-level killing technique lies in the profound fusion of a warrior's martial intent with their spiritual power and psychic energy, condensing them into a special force field known as a 'domain.' This is not only the art of slaughter but also the foundation for cultivating various powerful secret arts in the future…"

Qin Feng murmured to himself, his gaze sweeping across countless names of killing techniques.

*Annihilation Void*, *Myriad Methods Return to One*, *Immortal Holy Light*… Each one represented a path to the ultimate.

After sifting through them for a long while, his eyes finally locked onto a technique named *Heaven Cleaver*.

The reason for his choice was simple, even starkly unadorned.

Because the core philosophy of this killing technique was in direct lineage with the eighth-level *Vast Mountain Range* he had previously mastered to the level of control—both discarded all intricate variations, pushing the concept of "power" to its absolute extreme.

The trading post page provided a detailed introduction to this technique: "*Heaven Cleaver* harnesses supreme might, emulating the singularity explosion at the dawn of the universe, concentrating all force into a single point for an instantaneous eruption.

This killing technique is suited for heavy, sweeping cold weapons like spears, axes, and broadswords, and has an exceptionally high compatibility with warriors whose indestructible projections take the form of heavy objects such as cauldrons, bells, towers, or furnaces."

"This is the one."

Without further hesitation, Qin Feng captured a screenshot of the technique's information and sent it directly to his senior brother, Fire Qilin.

Almost the moment it was sent, Fire Qilin replied with a terse "1." Immediately after, a notification chimed from Qin Feng's subspace storage unit—a heritage stone tablet, shimmering with chaotic colors and exuding an aura of primordial creation and destruction, now lay quietly within.

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 Chief Medal. The medal's main body was forged from an unknown dark-gold metal, shaped like an eagle with outstretched wings, its talons gripping crossed swords and blades. He could sense the immense energy contained within.

According to the instructions, it needed to be "refined," after which it could be stored in his sea of consciousness, bound to his soul, effective without wearing it and impossible to lose.

Next was the set of growth-type power armor made from Tianyan Alloy.

With a thought, a suit of armor gleaming with a faint golden radiance materialized before him. The armor's overall hue was gold, with joints and energy conduits adorned by deep azure runes that seemed to flow slowly, exuding a mysterious beauty.

The design of the entire power armor was steeped in iron-blooded majesty, bearing a strong resemblance to the style of the Empire's most elite battle group—the Limit Legion.

Then came the Crimson Gold Wings and the Teleport Beacon.

Qin Feng understood the function of the Teleport Beacon, while the pair of Crimson Gold Wings was also equipment that required "refinement."

"I wonder, what exactly constitutes 'refinement'?"

Qin Feng fell into deep thought.

During the Cosmic Genius Tournament, he had cultivated for nearly a millennium in total, his cultivation realm advancing rapidly. Yet, in reality, many things that were common knowledge for high-level warriors were severely lacking for him due to the peculiarities of his environment.

For instance, after a warrior advanced to the planetary level, they could begin learning to refine various equipment, binding it tightly with their spiritual power and even their flesh, wielding it as effortlessly as their own limbs.

And he had never refined a single piece of equipment in his life.

Another example: by combining spiritual power with psychic energy, various force fields could construct formidable arrays—Qin Feng was equally ignorant of this.

"It seems I need to catch up on these basic knowledge points before heading to the Myriad Races Battlefield."

Qin Feng did not rush. Instead, he calmed his mind and began searching extensively through the Imperial Warrior Forum on the subspace terminal for various posts about "refinement."

From fundamental theories to advanced techniques, he studied them with utmost seriousness.

Finally, after spending several hours, he managed to grasp the key points.

Generally speaking, the strength of a warrior's equipment must first match the warrior's level. For example, stellar-level equipment must be able to withstand the physical destruction and spiritual impact of a stellar-level warrior's full power.

The key factor determining the quality of equipment lies in the "prohibitions" contained within.

These prohibitions are the psychic circuits and spiritual imprints inscribed by master refiners when crafting equipment, based on their understanding of the laws.

The so-called "refinement" by warriors essentially involves using their own spiritual power to break through, analyze, and then control these prohibitions one by one, ultimately achieving a perfect fusion of their spiritual power and flesh energy with the equipment, unleashing its full potential.

"I see."

Qin Feng looked at the description in one post, pondering. "For instance, these Crimson Gold Wings of mine contain seventy-two core prohibitions, which is considered upper quality among black hole-level equipment.

If there were one hundred and eight prohibitions, that would be legendary top-tier equipment."

"This process, in the ancient Dark Technology Age, seemed to be called 'appeasing the machine spirit'…"

"But now, with the combination of technology and martial arts, the concept of a 'machine spirit' no longer exists—only prohibitions composed purely of psychic energy and spiritual power."

Qin Feng murmured, then thought of another key point.

Tianyan weapons, such as his Star-Swallowing Spear and the power armor, are characterized by having no prohibitions at all. Anyone can use them directly, and they can grow infinitely.

In terms of quality, such equipment directly rivals those with one hundred and eight prohibitions.

"In other words, if I encounter an enemy with a Tianyan weapon on the battlefield, as long as I can kill them and seize the weapon, I can use it immediately without refinement."

Qin Feng felt a sudden clarity, gaining a deeper understanding of the Empire's top technological creations.

Having understood the principle, he began to attempt it.

He sank his mind into the Crimson Gold Wings and, following the method learned from the forum, carefully used his spiritual power to sense and touch the first prohibition within.

This was an extremely mentally draining process. The prohibitions inside the wings were as complex as a vast star map; each probe of spiritual power felt like a mortal trying to shake a mountain.

Time slipped away unnoticed.

Several months passed in a flash. Relying on his spiritual power, which far exceeded that of his peers, Qin Feng barely managed to break through the first prohibition.

Now, he could initially activate the Crimson Gold Wings, but each flap consumed an enormous amount of his spiritual power.

"As expected of black hole-level equipment."

Qin Feng opened his eyes, showing no sign of discouragement. "The subsequent prohibitions increase in difficulty exponentially.

With my current galaxy-level cultivation, completely refining it is almost impossible.

However, as long as I can use it briefly, as an unexpected trump card, that's enough. The Crimson Gold Wings contain hundreds of millions of micro-arrays, each composed of billions of spiritual-psychic force fields. Once activated, these arrays will drastically increase speed."

He temporarily gave up on further refining the Crimson Gold Wings and instead put on the Tianyan Alloy power armor.

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

Accompanied by a series of faint "clicks" and the hum of energy flow, the entire power armor perfectly integrated with him.

Qin Feng's height was already close to two meters, tall and upright. After donning this power armor full of strength, his overall height suddenly rose to nearly three meters, like a golden war god stepping out of myth.

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

The golden armor reflected a cold luster under the light, with broad shoulder guards and a chest plate engraved with the emblem of the Limit Legion.

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

The four skull trophies obtained from the Chaos Chosen hung one by one on the tactical hooks at his waist, exuding a faint, eerie aura.

Finally, he solemnly pinned the "Enlightening Star" and "Imperial Chief" medals to his chest.

A domineering aura that looked down upon the world arose spontaneously.

"This power armor shall be named 'Limit.'"

Qin Feng whispered, a tribute to the style of the Limit Legion and an expectation for his own martial path.

"The 'Limit' power armor itself is galaxy-level and can continuously grow."

But my Star-Swallowing Spear, after multiple enhancements, is now only equivalent to a top-tier stellar-grade weapon.

"With my current galaxy-grade power, if I were to unleash it at full force, it likely couldn't withstand the strain.

It seems that after cultivating the killing technique, I'll have to find some rare resources to elevate the Star-Swallowing Spear to a true galaxy-grade weapon."

He glanced at the time on the subspace terminal.

"Next, I'll train the ninth-grade killing technique 'Heaven-Splitting' to the entry level, and then I can set off for the Myriad Races Battlefield."

Qin Feng cast aside stray thoughts and once again entered the virtual space of the "Empire Arena," immersing himself in the cultivation of the new killing technique.

But this time, it was different from any previous seclusion.

Subconsciously, Qin Feng began to avoid paying attention to the "Heaven Rewards Diligence" data panel that had once brought him immense help.

Ever since the incident of Tzeentch's page's temptation, he had faintly sensed that this golden finger might be inextricably linked to that Chaos God of schemes and change.

He wanted to master power through his own will and sweat, rather than relying on a potential hidden danger.

Time passed once more.

One year later.

Inside the Empire Arena, Qin Feng held the Star-Swallowing Spear, his body surrounded by visible, tangible golden aura.

His eyes were tightly shut, his entire mind immersed in the martial truth of "Heaven-Splitting."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, took a step forward, and thrust his spear forward along a trajectory that seemed slow yet contained boundless power.

There were no earth-shattering sound or light effects—only a faint, pure black crack in the space before the spear tip.

It was as if the entire universe had been pried open by this thrust, forced to split apart from this single point!

The opponent's body shattered, slain by this single strike.

"Entry level achieved."

Qin Feng withdrew his spear and stood still, letting out a long breath.

"Let's see if there's anything left to take care of. Once that's done, I should leave."

He stood up and exited the arena.

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

Among them were several messages from old friends he had made during his time at Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University: Shi Potian, Long Yu, Nissan, and Ning Jing.

In their messages, they warmly congratulated Qin Feng on winning first place in the Cosmic Genius Tournament and being crowned the Empire's Champion, also telling him that they had signed up to participate in the next Cosmic Genius Tournament, vowing to follow in his footsteps.

"Shi Potian... that guy's progress is pretty fast."

A faint smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

Then came messages from Xiong Yanfu and Tiemu, with similar content—congratulations and expressions of intent to catch up.

Qin Feng patiently replied to each one kindly, encouraging them to keep working hard.

Further down was a message from Caesar, sent a month ago.

The content was simple: he had finished handling family matters and had gone ahead to the "Holy Feather Cosmic City" on the Myriad Races Battlefield.

The last message, however, caught Qin Feng by surprise.

The sender was a name he hadn't contacted in a long time but who had played an important role in his martial path—Sun Chantang!

"Qin Feng, I heard you're back on Qiming Star recently? I'm at the Limit Martial Arts Hall in Silver Gull Community right now. Got time?"

"Want to come over for a sparring match?"

Seeing this message, Qin Feng was momentarily stunned, then a genuine smile spread across his face.

He thought for a moment and quickly replied, "On my way, Hall Master!"

...

After replying to Hall Master Sun Chantang's message, Qin Feng wasted no time. He put away his "Limit" power armor, changed into an ordinary combat suit, and vanished from his spot. The next instant, he appeared at the entrance of the familiar Limit Martial Arts Hall in Silver Gull Community.

Inside the hall, the atmosphere was lively, filled with the scent of sweat, strength, and youthful energy.

In the training hall, hundreds of young martial artists were sweating profusely in their respective areas. The clashing of equipment, low growls, and instructors' reprimands wove together into a vibrant symphony.

The moment Qin Feng stepped through the door, that symphony seemed to hit a pause button.

The front desk staff noticed him first—a young man who looked barely over twenty. When his eyes met Qin Feng's, he froze as if struck by a paralysis spell, his mouth slightly open, his gaze filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

Qin Feng's appearance, after the Cosmic Genius Tournament, had been broadcast across the Empire's network to every corner of humanity, especially on the home planet Qiming Star, where martial artists spread the word.

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

Then, the trainees near the entrance also noticed Qin Feng.

Training movements came to an abrupt halt; the murmur of conversation receded like a tide. The entire training hall fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone's eyes focused on the man standing tall and imposing, his presence like a mountain.

They dared not confirm—or rather, dared not believe their eyes.

How could the legendary Empire's Champion appear without warning at a small community martial arts hall on Qiming Star?

"You... you are..."

The front desk staff finally found his voice, but it was still stammering, his face flushed with excitement.

Qin Feng's gaze swept across the hall. Facing those looks of admiration, awe, or curiosity, he nodded slightly, a gentle smile appearing on his face, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"I am Qin Feng,"

he said, his voice not loud but clear to everyone's ears. "May I ask if Hall Master Sun Chantang is here?"

"Boom—!"

These words, like a heavy bomb, detonated completely in the silent crowd!

It really was Qin Feng!

The Empire's Champion! First place in the Cosmic Genius Tournament! The unparalleled demon who, in the Final Battle, crushed twelve top-tier prodigies and Chaos Chosen with his own strength!

After a brief dead silence came an uncontrollable uproar and gasps of air. Everyone felt their hearts racing wildly, blood rushing to their heads.

"He... he's here..."

The staff member felt his legs go weak. He pointed toward the depths of the hall, mustering all his strength to utter a complete sentence, "Hall... Hall Master Sun is... in... in Heavenly Character Number One Martial Arts Room."

"Thank you."

Qin Feng smiled again. He always treated his fellow human martial artists with sufficient goodwill and gentleness.

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

On the contrary, when his gaze swept past, many instinctively held their breath, even stepping back half a step.

No other reason—just the four skulls casually hanging at his waist.

They were not decorations.

Each skull exuded a faint, soul-shivering, terrifying aura.

They were the heads of Chaos Chosen, proof of Qin Feng's supreme martial achievements, and added a touch of fearsome majesty that made people tremble at the sight.

A gentle temperament and a murderous aura of iron blood—these two utterly opposing traits fused perfectly within him, forming a unique, formidable presence that dared not be looked upon directly.

Under the awe-filled gazes of the crowd, Qin Feng strode forward, walking boldly toward the Tianzi No. 1 martial arts chamber deep within the dojo.

Pushing open the heavy alloy door, a familiar figure sat cross-legged in the center of the chamber, waiting silently.

It was none other than Sun Chantang, the dojo master.

His appearance had not changed much from the image Qin Feng remembered from years ago—still that same gentle expression and restrained demeanor.

Yet now, Qin Feng was no longer the frail, sickly youth who had never even set foot on the threshold of martial arts.

With a single glance, he clearly discerned Sun Chantang’s level of strength.

“Galactic level.”

A vast vitality, like a dormant volcano, lay hidden beneath an ordinary exterior;

His mental energy was dense and heavy.

A flood of emotions surged in Qin Feng’s heart.

He vaguely recalled that when he first met Master Sun at the Limit Dojo, suffering from a genetic collapse disease, he could not perceive any of the master’s aura at all, only feeling that he was an unfathomable senior.

Later, when Master Sun taught him the *Ten Complete Hands*, in his eyes back then, the aura radiating from Master Sun was like a blazing sun—dazzling and unapproachable, a being he had to look up to, forever out of reach.

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

His cultivation had already reached the same realm as this former benefactor.

Time flies, and the world changes—nothing compares to this.

As Qin Feng was lost in thought, Sun Chantang slowly opened his eyes, gazing at him quietly. His eyes were also filled with complex emotions—relief, amazement, and a hint of nostalgic wonder.

“Qin Feng,”

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

He stood up, looking Qin Feng up and down, and praised, “Over a thousand years, from a complete outsider ignorant of martial arts, cutting through thorns and thistles all the way to being crowned the Empire’s Chief, becoming a true Galactic-level powerhouse. Your path has been too fast—so fast that everyone else is left in the dust.”

“Master flatters me.”

Qin Feng’s tone was utterly sincere. He bowed deeply to Sun Chantang, “If it weren’t for your help back then, curing my old ailments, I would probably have turned to dust by now. There would be no Qin Feng today.”

“Haha, fate has its own designs. I merely went along with the flow.”

Sun Chantang laughed heartily, waving his hand to signal Qin Feng not to stand on ceremony. Then a glint of battle intent flashed in his eyes: “It’s been a long time since I’ve stretched my limbs. How about we open a private domain in the Empire Arena and spar a bit?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Qin Feng nodded slightly, his gaze also sharpening.

Sun Chantang smiled, deftly operated his terminal, and soon a friend’s private domain invitation from the “Empire Arena” was sent to Qin Feng’s terminal.

Without a word, both accepted simultaneously.

The next second, the surroundings instantly shifted, and they found themselves in a vast, boundless white space.

This was the most basic battle map of the Empire Arena, free from any environmental interference, purely testing the martial artist’s own strength.

Neither chose to lock their vitality index or mental intensity, meaning this would be an unreserved sparring session closest to real combat power.

Hum—

A flash of light appeared in Qin Feng’s hand, and a standard silver alloy long spear materialized.

Across from him, Sun Chantang slowly put on a pair of standard black boxing gloves. The surface of the gloves bore no ornate patterns, yet they exuded a heavy, mountain-like aura.

“Please!”

“Please!”

The moment the words fell, both of their auras erupted simultaneously!

Qin Feng attacked first. He took a step forward, his figure blurring instantly, and the alloy long spear in his hand shot toward Sun Chantang’s chest like a black lightning bolt tearing through space.

Before the spear tip arrived, a terrifying, primal, heavy intent—as if to split heaven and earth—had already enveloped Sun Chantang completely!

Level Nine Killing Technique, *Heaven Split*!

Facing this earth-shattering thrust, Sun Chantang neither dodged nor evaded. He calmly stepped forward and threw a punch.

“Boom!”

There was no physical collision, but the entire virtual space trembled violently, as if an invisible thunderclap had exploded in the depths of everyone’s soul!

Around Sun Chantang’s fist, countless fine purple arcs of electricity appeared out of thin air. They rapidly intertwined and spread, instantly forming a massive spherical force field over ten kilometers in diameter, enveloping both him and Qin Feng.

Within the force field, thunder rolled, lightning flashed, and the air grew viscous like mercury, filled with an aura of destruction and judgment.

The perfected state of *Great Thunderclap Fist*—Thunderclap Domain!

The spear Qin Feng thrust suddenly slowed the moment it entered the domain.

That indestructible “Heaven Split” intent seemed to sink into a quagmire, constantly worn down and dissolved by the thunderclaps from all directions, carrying vibrations and paralyzing force.

“Such powerful domain suppression!”

Qin Feng’s heart tightened.

His *Heaven Split* technique had only just begun, capable only of extreme burst.

But Sun Chantang’s *Great Thunderclap Fist* had reached perfection, and the “Thunderclap Domain” it formed was a world of its own—within the domain, he was the master!

Within the domain, all mental and spiritual force fields greatly aided Sun Chantang while heavily suppressing his enemies!

Sun Chantang forced Qin Feng back with one punch and pressed the advantage.

His figure flickered amid the lightning, and his fists rained down like a storm.

Each punch was accompanied by deafening thunder. These thunders did not strike the eardrums but directly assaulted the mind and soul. A single lapse in concentration could lead to a loss of mental control and utter ruin.

Qin Feng dared not be careless. He wielded his spear like a dragon, guarding himself impenetrably.

“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Fist and spear clashed wildly within the narrow domain space, producing a dense cacophony of metallic ringing.

A hundred exchanges passed in an instant.

The more Qin Feng fought, the more alarmed he became.

He realized he was completely suppressed.

Within this Thunderclap Domain, his speed, strength, and reaction were all reduced by at least thirty percent.

Even more terrifying, Sun Chantang’s fist technique was bold and expansive yet contained infinite subtle variations. Every punch seemed to predict all his moves, forcing him into a purely defensive stance with no chance to counterattack.

“Rise!”

Qin Feng let out a low shout, holding nothing back.

A towering, pure-gold indestructible tower phantom, ten thousand zhang high, suddenly manifested behind him!

The vast projection of indestructibility instantly spread, attempting to forcibly expand the Thunderclap Domain!

Yet the Thunderclap Domain displayed astonishing resilience.

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

The rolling thunder condensed into tangible sound waves, like billions of heavy hammers, madly battering the body of the Indestructible Tower, emitting a series of teeth-grinding creaks.

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

He was pinned in place by his own projection and the opponent's domain, barely holding on.

From this moment, the battle had completely turned into a war of attrition.

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

Qin Feng felt his mental energy draining at an alarming rate; each time he blocked Sun Chantang's attack, he had to mobilize several times the usual power.

Yet his opponent moved through his own domain like a fish in water, his breath long and steady, his attacks relentless, showing no sign of weakening.

Finally, after the twelve hundredth round, Qin Feng made a slip—a fist wind imbued with terrifying oscillating force swept across his spear shaft.

"Bang!"

A tremendous force transmitted, and the alloy spear flew from his grasp.

The next second, Sun Chantang's fist, wrapped in a black gauntlet, landed lightly on his chest.

The virtual space froze instantly.

[Battle over. Sun Chantang wins.]

The system's prompt sounded, and the surrounding Thunder Sound Domain receded like a tide, everything returning to calm.

"Ha ha ha ha—"

Sun Chantang withdrew his fist, his hearty laughter echoing through the entire space: "What a thrill! What a thrill! I never expected it to be so hard-fought! I thought with my perfected domain, I could take down this kid in a few rounds."

Qin Feng picked up the spear and cupped his hands toward Sun Chantang, speaking with sincere admiration: "Master, your skills are supreme. I am in awe."

"Not at all."

Sun Chantang's smile gradually faded, replaced by a hint of bitterness: "Don't flatter me, kid. How long have you been at the Galactic level? Your *Kaitian* killing technique is still just a beginner's practice.

And I have been immersed in this realm for a full thousand years, honing the *Great Thunderclap Fist* to perfection.

I can only rely on this accumulation to bully you for now."

He looked at Qin Feng, his eyes turning serious: "The reason I insisted on inviting you to fight today is twofold: first, we share the same master and are both on Qiming Star—a rare bond.

Second... if I don't seize the chance to defeat you now, I fear I'll never have another opportunity."

Qin Feng was taken aback, then understood the implication in Sun Chantang's words. They exchanged a glance and burst into laughter together.

After the laughter subsided, Sun Chantang's expression suddenly grew grave.

"Qin Feng, I called you here also to discuss a serious matter."

Seeing his solemn demeanor, Qin Feng also composed himself and said earnestly: "Master, please speak."

Sun Chantang did not speak immediately but waved his hand.

A mysterious spiritual-psychic field instantly expanded, enveloping them both.

This field was chaotic yet orderly, effectively blocking all forms of external detection—no one could spy on what was within. It was the legendary formation.

Only after doing this did he slowly speak, uttering four words.

"Cosmic treasure."

Qin Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

Sun Chantang said in a low voice: "Not long ago, during a mission in the Myriad Races Battlefield, I killed an elite of an alien race.

From his spatial equipment, I obtained an encrypted intelligence report.

It indicated that an extremely rare cosmic treasure is about to emerge, already attracting many geniuses and experts from myriad races to compete for it.

I have sent you the specific coordinates."

He paused, then continued: "These coordinates are a considerable distance from the Devourer Cosmic City where your master is stationed, but with your strength, it shouldn't be too hard to get there."

"I am still within the battle group's roster, with many restrictions on my movements. I cannot leave my mission sequence to compete.

So, after much thought, I decided that rather than let this immense opportunity rot in my hands, I would tell you.

In return, Qin Feng, I want to ask you to do one thing for me. How about it?"

"Master, please speak. I am all ears."

Qin Feng nodded.

He had already made up his mind.

Sun Chantang had given him a new lease on life—a debt heavier than a mountain.

Even without the cosmic treasure intelligence as an exchange, if Sun Chantang asked, no matter how difficult the task, Qin Feng would never refuse.

This was his principle in life, the foundation of his martial heart.

A hint of gratitude flickered in Sun Chantang's eyes as he slowly said: "I have a descendant of an old friend. She... due to some accident, is trapped in a cosmic danger zone called the 'Thunder Phase Sea.'

That place is ravaged by thunder, with chaotic space, extremely dangerous.

I have also sent you the specific location coordinates."

"I hope that if you ever train in the Myriad Races Battlefield, when you have the opportunity and the strength, you can go to the 'Thunder Phase Sea,' safely escort her out, and deliver her to 'Thunder Cosmic City.'"

Sun Chantang's tone carried a hint of helplessness and apology: "You know, I cannot directly access tasks issued by the Cosmic Will; many things are beyond my control.

To act freely, I would likely need to break through to the Black Hole level and gain higher authority within the battle group. So... I must entrust this to you."

"Good!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Qin Feng nodded firmly: "Master, you have given me a new life. Such a small matter—no need to speak of entrustment. This is something I should do."

As he spoke, his personal terminal received two encrypted files from Sun Chantang: one with the coordinates and intelligence on the cosmic treasure, the other detailing the danger zone called the "Thunder Phase Sea" and the final destination, "Thunder Cosmic City," with precise star charts.

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

He knew Qin Feng.

This young man who had left Qiming Star had a will as firm as rock, decisive in action, yet within him, he always adhered to a clear bottom line—keeping promises and gratitude.

Whatever he agreed to, he would do his utmost to fulfill, never breaking his word.

In a way, this pure martial heart, amidst the complex schemes and tangled interests of the human empire's battle group prodigies, was especially precious and reliable.

The isolation field around them quietly dissipated, and the atmosphere in the training room lightened.

For the next hour, they no longer discussed heavy topics about the cosmic order or the struggle among myriad races. Instead, they chatted freely like old friends of different generations.

They talked about the great changes on Qiming Star over the centuries, the new talents the Limit Martial Arts Hall had nurtured, and the strange tales Sun Chantang had encountered during his missions in the legion.

Sun Chantang recounted the treacherous battles on the Myriad Races Battlefield and the bizarre alien civilizations, while Qin Feng shared his insights from the Cosmic Genius Tournament, where he had faced top-tier prodigies from different galaxies with diverse legacies.

It was an exchange spanning a thousand years. Sun Chantang, with his rich experience, painted for Qin Feng a more real, more brutal, and broader picture of the Myriad Races Battlefield;

And Qin Feng's cutting-edge martial insights often made Sun Chantang, a Galactic-level senior, brighten with inspiration and emotion.

Time flew by in pleasant conversation, until a respectful voice came from outside the training room door.

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

This sudden voice made Qin Feng pause slightly.

He looked at Sun Chantang, a flicker of surprise and nostalgia in his eyes.

“Still… ten thousand Imperial coins an hour?”

Qin Feng asked instinctively.

This price had once been an astronomical figure beyond his reach in his youth.

“Hahaha, honest pricing, never raised.”

Sun Chantang stroked his beard and laughed heartily, his eyes full of mischievous glee: “But today, this little student is quite lucky. Let him in. This time, his ten thousand Imperial coins will be well spent—worth every bit.”

Hearing this, Qin Feng grew intrigued and sat down with interest, waiting for this “lucky one” to arrive.

Before long, the alloy door of the martial arts room was gently pushed open, and a slightly frail figure stepped in.

It was a youth who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen, wearing a black training uniform that had been washed somewhat pale.

His face bore an unhealthy pallor, his breath was weak, and his steps were unsteady—clearly, his body had considerable ailments.

Yet, in stark contrast to his frail physique were his eyes.

Bright, clear, filled with a thirst for power, and a deep-seated, stubborn refusal to yield to fate.

The moment Qin Feng and Sun Chantang’s gazes fell upon this youth, the expressions of both galaxy-level powerhouses shifted almost imperceptibly.

“Hmm?”

Sun Chantang let out a soft exclamation. His seemingly casual gaze seemed to pierce through the surface of matter, reaching straight to the source of the youth’s life.

What he discerned was that the root of the youth’s illness was not caused by later injuries or improper cultivation, but stemmed from a more fundamental level—an innate defect.

He turned to look at Qin Feng, communicating silently with his eyes.

Qin Feng nodded slightly, a hint of surprise in his gaze: “Indeed, it’s a defect at the soul level. Such congenital incompleteness of the soul is truly rare.”

For powerhouses of their level, observing the soul state of a mortal was as simple as an ordinary person looking at a glass of clear water.

The soul flame of the youth before them was dim, flickering, as if it might extinguish at any moment, and at the edges of his soul’s halo, there were clear, non-acquired deficiencies.

“You do it, or shall I?”

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

“I’ll do it.”

Qin Feng stood up and stepped forward proactively.

Looking at the youth trembling slightly from nervousness, Qin Feng’s thoughts seemed to drift back a thousand years, seeing his own younger self, equally lost and confused due to a chronic illness.

“What’s your name?”

Qin Feng asked.

“Qin Dahai.”

The youth replied.

This made Qin Feng pause, his hands trembling slightly.

The pages of Tzeentch in his mind wanted to say something, but Qin Feng coldly shouted inwardly: “Silence!”

Then the pages of Tzeentch fell silent again.

Qin Feng softened his tone, his voice warm and steady, carrying a reassuring power: “Kid, relax your mind.”

“I will use the fundamental inheritance technique of the Ultramarines Chapter—the ‘Tenfold Hands’—to repair the congenital wounds on your soul.

This process will not only cure your chronic ailment but also comprehensively enhance the innate potential of your physical body.”

“All you need to do is completely relax, without any resistance. Understand?”

(End of this chapter)