His Disciple, You Weren't Fast Enough Back Then, Nor Were You Ruthless Enough!

Tang Ping was in a good mood after the gathering of the four giants of Earth. After all, he now had a source of Xueluo Crystal sustenance.

Of course, 100 might not be enough.

In the early stages, it takes three Xueluo Crystal to double the Life Gene Level; after becoming Black Warrior, one Xueluo Crystal can double the level.

Aside from Special Lifeform, or those blessed with extraordinary secret techniques or treasures, before reaching the Universe Master, the limit for improvement in Life Gene Level, physical Strength Amplitude, and Soul Amplitude is a hundredfold.

This is part of the laws governing the universe. Just as the fastest speed in the Original Universe could only reach the speed of light, these are insurmountable iron laws.

But perhaps his talent can break this ironclad rule?

However, it's not a big problem. Given how much the Human Race values Black Warrior, as long as he can become Black Warrior, he should have a free quota of Xueluo Crystal left, as well as a loan quota available.

The free quota goes without saying, and the loan quota is interest-free, so there's no need to rush to repay it. Of course, the most crucial point is that as long as Hong remains unexposed, it will give them ample time to develop.

Moreover, given Luo Feng's abnormal growth rate, he'll likely possess Venerable Level combat power in tens of thousands of years, making it easy to protect Earth. Tens of thousands of years is merely the time it takes for those powerful beings to take a nap.

Of course, using his hometown to make money is an exception, since that hometown also belongs to him. After giving the order to Laying Lay Flat Finance to continue hoarding land, Tang Ping smiled slightly.

It seems he needs to work hard now; he's already prepared a foundation that his descendants can live off for countless years. According to his calculations, once the special features of Earth are discovered, his descendants will be able to easily live a good life just by collecting rent.

Strive to make your children and grandchildren landlords!

However, the most important thing right now is to have children! If one becomes immortal and their physical life transforms into Divine Power life, then unless they have some heaven-defying treasures to help them, having children will be utterly ridiculous.

Thinking of this, Tang Ping, who was not far from the Immortal Realm, became somewhat anxious.

Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is having no offspring!

He immediately messaged Luo Xiaoyu: "It's time to have a baby!"

Luo Xiaoyu: "Come on!"

Half a day later, he led 300 million "elite troops" and stormed into the Yumen Pass, only to find Luo Xiaoyu standing on the city wall in armor, her light sword drawing mysterious trajectories, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground, causing ripples in the space.

Luo Xiaoyu chuckled, her sword flashing like a dragon, aiming straight for Tang Ping's vitals.

Tang Ping dodged to the side, gathering the power of time at his fingertips, only to see Luo Xiaoyu flash behind him, her lightsaber aimed straight for his heart. The cold girl's lips curled slightly, and the lightsaber suddenly transformed into thousands of points of light, piercing through the spatial cage and heading straight for Tang Ping.

Tang Ping had no choice but to surrender. His elite troops instantly collapsed, leaving him the sole survivor. The battle was so fierce that even space itself seemed to distort.

Three days later, Tang Ping, unwilling to admit defeat, turned his attention to Huo Wu.

This fire-elemental expert was cultivating in the crater of a volcano, his long crimson hair billowing like flames, and his body surrounded by blazing fire.

Tang Ping suddenly appeared, flicked his finger, and a tornado swept Huo Wu into it.

"Tang Ping! You cheated!" Huo Wu struggled in the crack, but was trapped by Tang Ping's "Peach Blossom Illusion".

Thousands of peach blossoms bloomed from the void, their pink petals falling like rain, enveloping Huo Wu in layers. Huo Wu roared angrily, her body engulfed in flames, but the peach blossom petals suddenly transformed into sharp blades, piercing straight for her vital points.

Caught off guard, Huo Wu was blown deep into the peach grove, where she was buried beneath layers upon layers of peach petals.

In the end, she could only transform into a fiery meteor, bursting through the peach grove, only to be covered in petals, and stamping her foot in frustration. "That doesn't count!"

Unperturbed by victory or discouraged by defeat, Tang Ping turned his gaze back to the Elf Race.

After all, when it comes to having a baby, things like preparing for pregnancy and timing are secondary; the most important thing is to have many children.

War! I'll fight a hundred of them!

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The void surrounding the Wind-Thunder Secret Realm rippled like a thin veil torn by a fingertip, and the next second, a figure in black robes stepped out into the air.

This person appeared exceptionally petite, with her dark robes highlighting her snow-white skin. If one ignored the faint, ethereal aura emanating from her, she resembled a delicately carved jade doll.

It was none other than Wind-Thunder Venerable.

She tilted her head back and gazed into the depths of the secret realm, her clear eyes filled with barely suppressed anticipation.

Her only disciple is hidden within this secret realm.

That boy not only mastered her Wind-Thunder Secret Technique to perfection, but he also shared the same carefree spirit as her. Such a connection is truly rare in the vast Primal Universe.

In the cultivation system of the Primal Universe, the master-disciple relationship has always been the closest bond, sometimes even stronger than that of blood relatives.

After all, once one enters the Immortal Realm, it often involves hundreds or thousands of years of seclusion. By the time one emerges from seclusion, one's former relatives, friends, and descendants have long since turned to dust, and the remaining distant relatives and descendants have never even been seen.

Only master and disciple can accompany each other through thousands of years, tens of thousands of years of cultivation, and even hundreds of millions of years of time. This bond is already thicker than blood.

But when he thought of his master, Lord of Peng Gong, Wind-Thunder Venerable couldn't help but frown.

She couldn't compliment that Lord's teaching methods. He would often scold her harshly, and when he got angry, he would pick up a stick and beat her, leaving her sore all over and hurting her young and fragile heart.

When she lay on the stone platform wiping away her tears, she vowed that if she ever took on a disciple, she would be a Gentle master. If her disciple went astray, she would patiently persuade him and guide him back to the right path; even if he was as unruly and disobedient as she had been, she would never lay a hand on him.

Punishment only provokes rebellion; only earnest teaching and patient persuasion, using the teacher's kindness and love, can truly transform them.

"It's been over a hundred years since we last met—" Wind-Thunder Venerable blinked his large, bright eyes, "I've prepared such a wonderful cultivation retreat for him. This lad must be grateful for his master's kindness day and night, cultivating with all his might. He certainly hasn't disappointed me."

The thought had Teleportation formed in her mind when she instantly teleported into the core of the secret realm.

Deep within the secret realm.

Tang Ping leaned back on a stone couch covered with snow-white animal hides. The jade table in front of him was filled with fine wines and delicacies. A group of winged Elf were singing and dancing around him, some pouring wine for him and others massaging his shoulders.

A scene of extravagant revelry and celebration.

He swirled the crystal wine glass in his hand, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

The path of cultivation is long and tedious. We have not yet reached immortality, and our flesh and blood bodies can still experience all the flavors of the world. If we do not enjoy it now, we will never be able to taste such earthly bliss again when our physical bodies are transformed into pure Divine Power.

Although I've heard that Immortal Expert possess special secret techniques that allow them to simulate the sensations of the physical body with Divine Power, and even experience more extreme pleasure on a spiritual level, that's all in the future.

Live for today, for tomorrow we may die! That's the true joy of life!

"Then play the music, then dance!" Tang Ping downed his drink in one gulp, waving his hand and shouting loudly, the smell of alcohol rising in his cheeks.

Suddenly, the Elf surrounding him seemed to have all their strength drained away; they all knelt on the ground, their thin wings trembling, their voices filled with fear. "Master!"

Tang Ping, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, slapped the stone bed and laughed loudly, "You little girls, you sure know how to play new tricks! You even imitated my master's tone to scare me? Interesting, truly interesting!"

He raised his hand and waved, "Get up, everyone! Let's have a good time today, everyone will be rewarded!"

However, he was met with only deathly silence; even the sound of wine dripping onto a jade plate could be clearly heard.

Tang Ping's heart sank, and he instantly sobered up considerably.

He slowly turned around, his gaze meeting a pair of reddened eyes. His master stood not far away, dressed in a black robe, his petite body taut and straight. There was no smile on his tender face, only an unyielding seriousness, and his clenched fists were white at the knuckles.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard. "Master, listen to me—"

,"Bang!"

A muffled thud accompanied Tang Ping's scream as he was slammed to the ground by a punch. Wind-Thunder Venerable stepped forward and straddled his back, his delicate little fists raining down like raindrops, each punch carrying the power of Wind-Thunder.

"I'll have you play music! I'll have you dance!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"I told you not to waste my resources on doing your job!"

"Aaaaaah... Master, spare me! I was wrong!"

The moment the fist landed, Wind-Thunder Venerable suddenly understood the state of mind of Lord of Peng Gong back then.

But the next second, she realized something even more important: Master, your punches back then weren't fast enough, and they weren't ruthless enough!