Luo Feng's Ten-Billion-Year Promise

In the Virtual Universe's private space, Luo Feng, who had just fought Tang Ping, was examining his Smart Life, Baba. The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After a long pause, Babata chuckled twice, "Hehe, Master, long time no see! Do you still have that amazing battle video you recorded earlier? You were incredibly powerful, your sword intent surged like the sea, you completely overwhelmed Lord of Cosmic Judgment, leaving him almost powerless to fight back. It was truly terrifying!"

If Tang Ping's name becomes known throughout the universe in the future, your achievements, Master, will also bring glory to all races!

Luo Feng glanced at her sideways and said arrogantly, "I, Luo Feng, stand tall and upright, with a clear conscience. Why would I need to rely on such unorthodox methods to gain fame? Now that I have entered the Immortal Realm, I will forge my invincible dominance with mountains of corpses and Blood Sea from all races of the universe."

Babata immediately gave a virtual thumbs-up, looking admiringly at Babata: "Master is awesome! I'll delete the video right now!"

"No need." Luo Feng changed the subject, his face becoming serious. "Keep it; it'll allow me to properly study just how powerful the Universe Master truly is."

Babata:----

After a while, once Luo Feng had finished watching the video and enjoying the scene of himself "beating up the Universe Master," he suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "Neither my eldest brother nor my second brother knew that Tang Ping had secretly broken through. How did you find out?"

Babata quickly explained, "More than ten thousand years ago, Tang Ping suddenly challenged me to a duel, saying he wanted to find a breakthrough opportunity in a life-or-death battle."

I refused without even thinking. An immortal challenging Cosmic Overlord? That's practically suicide! I even berated him, calling him shameless.

"That guy was completely unreasonable; he just followed the signal and came over. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight him, and in the end, I narrowly lost by one move!"

Luo Feng:???

Cosmic Overlord seeking a life-or-death duel with an immortal? And an immortal who narrowly loses to Cosmic Overlord by a single move? Putting these two sentences together, something just doesn't sound right.

"And then?" he asked, suppressing his doubts.

Babata's tone immediately wilted, tinged with embarrassment. "Then—I was beaten to tears by him. Tang Ping probably felt bad about it, so to comfort me, he Reverse Time and Space and resurrected the old master Hu Yanbo."

"More than ten thousand years ago?" Luo Feng murmured, his heart churning with shock.

By this calculation, his great-great-grandson-in-law only took about 20,000 years to go from cultivation to becoming the Universe Master, with almost no bottlenecks along the way.

It's not open?

Seeing that Luo Feng's expression was not good, Babata quickly stepped forward to comfort him, "Master, there is really no need to worry! Your fusion with the Gold-Space Law is already extremely high, and you also possess countless Glory Points from the Ancestral God Religion Sect, allowing you to continuously receive inheritances. Your strength will definitely increase rapidly, and you are not far from becoming Venerable, or even the Universe Master."

"Besides, even if Tang Ping's talent is extraordinary, can he possibly surpass the Chaos City Lord or Lord of Peng Gong? In my opinion, Tang Ping will most likely be stuck at the top-tier Universe Master realm for billions of years. By then, with your massive divine Divine Power, Master, you'll be able to go toe-to-toe with him sooner or later. And with your combat skills, you might even have the upper hand!"

Luo Feng pondered for a moment and felt that what he said made sense.

Upon seeing this, Babata immediately had a thought. Her virtual form flickered, and she donned a crisp teacher's uniform, gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and a pointer appeared in her hand. She spoke sweetly to the blackboard that had appeared out of thin air, "Master, rest assured, according to my precise calculations, with your current rate of improvement, your combat strength and realm will soon catch up with Tang Ping. This time will definitely not exceed ten billion years!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four rising curves appeared on the blackboard, corresponding to realm and combat power respectively.

Tang Ping's two yellow lines surged upwards with astonishing amplitude, but ultimately remained stuck at the position of a top-tier Universe Master, without budging.

While Luo Feng's curve was flatter than Tang Ping's, it never stopped. In particular, his combat power was rising more rapidly, with the time marked as catching up being a billion years. His cultivation level, however, was catching up a little later.

Looking at the results of his meticulous calculations, Babata was filled with pride.

"See, Master, the future is yours!"

Luo Feng stared at the label "ten billion years," his lips twitching, utterly speechless.

Billions of years? That's an incredibly long period of time.

Babata continued to comfort him, "Master, you are now immortal and Eternal Undying, so there is no need to be too anxious. In your ancient Earthly saying, 'The flowing water does not compete for the first place, but for the endless flow!'"

Besides, as you mentioned before, Tang Ping is overly ambitious and greedy for quick success. He only learns other people's secret techniques, so his foundation is ultimately superficial.

"But you are different, Master! All your insights are the result of your hard work, study and crazy practice. Even your secret techniques are self-created. Your foundation is solid. You have made steady progress step by step, and your achievements are already evident!"

Surpassing him is only a matter of time.

These words struck a chord with Luo Feng, and he nodded in deep agreement.

Yes, weren't Hong, Thunder God, and even the Nine Swords Venerable and Venerable Ganwu once figures I could only look up to? In the end, weren't they all surpassed one by one?

His only opponent has always been himself!

With a sudden sense of clarity, Luo Feng's fighting spirit surged once more, and he declared loudly, "Alright, let's do it your way!"

Babata knew his master's style all too well. Seeing his expression, he immediately asked curiously, "Master, who are you going to fight?"

Luo Feng grinned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "The King Fei Jing and the Chasing Insect King. These two are Special Lifeform. They caused me a lot of trouble and provoked me when they were in the Ancestral God Religion."

Now that I am an immortal like them, fighting on the same level, it can't be considered that I'm bullying them, can it?"

Babata instantly pictured the two guys being brutally beaten to the ground by Luo Feng, their faces filled with despair, and immediately smiled knowingly.

Then.

The human and the Smart Life looked at each other and simultaneously let out a hearty laugh.

If they can't beat Tang Ping, can't they beat them?

Hehehehe~

Sun Temple.

Tang Ping leaned back in the golden chair, looking relaxed and content.

The maids held their breath, gently massaging his shoulders and neck or offering him amber-colored fruit, each movement utterly submissive and cautious.

Recalling the scene of teasing Luo Feng earlier, Tang Ping smiled contentedly, without the slightest panic.

First: Luo Feng relied on his mad, arduous cultivation and self-created secret techniques driven by a desire for quick success, ultimately resulting in a weak foundation; while he possessed exceptional talent, proceeded step by step with meticulous planning, and consulted the inheritance of cosmic giants for every secret technique, standing on the shoulders of giants, with a solid foundation, making him clearly superior to Luo Feng, and in the early stages, Luo Feng had no chance of surpassing him.

Secondly, even if Luo Feng does manage to turn the tables in the future, that kid is upright, adheres to his bottom line, and never bullies the weak, so he naturally has nothing to fear.

"This is what they mean by 'a gentleman can be deceived by his own methods,' haha~" Tang Ping chuckled inwardly, the juice from the spirit fruit in his hand slightly overflowing, splashing all over the maid, which drew another round of coquettish reproach.

After a while, the sound of orderly footsteps came from outside the hall. Brolin led her relatives in gracefully, their expressions varied.

Queen Black Dragon Mountain walked at the front, her Golden Dragon court robes accentuating her elegance and nobility. She bowed slightly to the high platform and said, "Venerable Anle, we have come today to bid you farewell."

"Oh?" Tang Ping raised his eyes and asked casually, "Why are you leaving? Is it because my Sun Temple has failed to provide adequate hospitality?"

Upon hearing this, the Queen raised her eyes and gave him a tender look, her eyes slightly flushed. "Your Venerable is too kind. Over the years, I have been fortunate to receive Your Venerable's hospitality and have had no shortage of resources for cultivation. Furthermore, Your Venerable has generously imparted to me secret methods, from which my children and I have all benefited immensely."

However, negotiations between the Empire and you have stalled, and the elders of your clan are urging you on. Left with no other choice, you have to return temporarily.

After she finished speaking, Brolin, Saina, and the other women behind her all looked at the man on the high platform with resentful eyes.

This guy, so many times, last night he was whispering sweet nothings in bed, making vows of eternal love and promising to protect them for life, but then he turned his back on family matters. It's despicable that he would turn his back on people like this.

However, by relying on Tang Ping in the past few years, his cultivation has progressed by leaps and bounds, and his physique has been nourished to become increasingly powerful, so it can't be said that he has completely suffered a loss.

Tang Ping nodded slowly, his tone calm. "It seems that Black Dragon Mountain and the Ross Family have misunderstood me. In that case, you should go back and explain things clearly to your clansmen. The Sun Temple will still welcome you to visit again in the future."

Upon hearing this, Saina and the other girls' pupils shrank sharply, and they stared at Tang Ping in astonishment, almost unable to believe their ears.

Over the years, through close daily interactions and deep exchanges, they had come to believe that they were among the Venerable's most cherished possessions. After all, he would spend months guiding their cultivation, and he would Gentle indulge them when they acted coquettishly or playfully; their relationship was intimate.

They had planned this trip in advance, intending to use the excuse of taking their leave to request the Venerable to further clarify their relationship, so as to give their families an explanation.

Unexpectedly, this man, who had been so tender and affectionate with them last night, vowing to give them everything, so readily decided to kick them out.

"This is too heartless—" Saina clenched her skirt tightly with her fingertips.

After a long silence, Saina, the most straightforward of them all, finally couldn't hold back any longer. She looked up at Tang Ping, her voice tinged with pleading, "Brother Anle, our Ross Family doesn't really ask for anything, nor do we want you to do anything. We just want to befriend you."

Upon hearing this, Tang Ping's lips curled into a smirk, and with a flick of his finger, a small sword, as black as ink and shimmering with a cold, eerie luster, appeared out of thin air and gently spun in his palm.

He still didn't look at Saina once, nor did he utter a word, but the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly dropped, and an invisible divine power poured down like Mount Tai, instantly enveloping everyone present.

Within moments, the women were trembling under the terrifying pressure. Cold sweat soaked their clothes, their legs went weak, and they all knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the ground, struggling to breathe, their eyes filled with fear and trepidation.

Brolin, struggling to suppress the immense pressure, pleaded in a trembling voice, "Master, my mother and sisters did not mean to force you. It was just that the elders in the clan were pressuring us too much, and we lost our composure for a moment. Please forgive us."

Only then did Tang Ping slowly raise his eyes and sweep them over the kneeling people below. "Be my woman, and you can take what I give you; you cannot take what I don't give you."

Since you are so concerned about your family, then I will grant your wish and let you go back.

He paused, the ink sword at his fingertips suddenly vanished, and his divine power slightly diminished. "Over the years, you have served me quite well."

If you ever wish to return, I will offer you a place. But remember, if you dare to philander and tarnish my reputation, you will never be allowed to set foot in this Sun Temple again.

The last word fell, carrying an undisguised murderous intent.

"Roll!"

The Queen and the Saina women turned deathly pale instantly. They wanted to say something more, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they felt their hair stand on end. A bone-chilling cold spread from their spines to their limbs, as if they would be devoured by the invisible killing intent in the next second.

At this moment, they truly understood the power of "Venerable one's wrath can cause millions to die."

All that Gentle and indulgence in the past was merely a momentary whim of the Venerable. They naively believed that they could be on equal footing with this powerful figure, as an ordinary couple, or even as friends.

They were wrong, terribly wrong.

When a man's body is soft, his heart becomes as hard as ice!

The queen was the first to react, quickly concealing the disappointment in her eyes and forcing a composed expression. "We shall take our leave."

After saying that, she grabbed her youngest daughter, who looked reluctant to leave, and turned to leave.

The youngest daughter, having just experienced the first sexual experience, has lived a carefree life in the Sun Temple for the past few years. She not only has an inexhaustible supply of spiritual resources but also enjoys the meticulous care of everyone. Even her family members treat her with kindness and have long regarded this place as their home.

She kept turning back to look at that familiar figure on the high platform, her eyes reddening and her steps heavy.

Only after being pulled outside the hall did the youngest daughter finally break free from her mother's grasp, sobbing, "Mommy, I don't want to go, I want to stay here!"

The Queen gently stroked her daughter's hair and whispered comfortingly, "Silly child, your mother understands men better than you do. Deep down, they crave novelty; the grass is always greener on the other side."

Let's go back for now, use the Venerable's name to gain a foothold in the clan, navigate complex political landscapes, focus on cultivation, maintain a cool and aloof demeanor in public, occasionally send the Venerable updates on our lives and what we've seen and heard, and ideally, seize power in the Black Dragon Mountain Empire and rise to a position of great authority.

In a few years, he might suddenly want to try something new, and he'll naturally call us back.

Tang Ping:

The Queen paused for a moment, then said, "But if we persist in this today, it will only annoy him. As for family matters, with us here, we are the greatest support for the Ross Family and even the Black Dragon Mountain Empire. There is no need to worry."

The younger daughter nodded as if she understood, but still kept looking back.

Inside the main hall, Saina, her eyes red and swollen, looked up at Tang Ping, who remained nonchalant on the high platform, her heart aching terribly.

This man was her first love; she had given him her heart and her innocence. Yet now, for a mere, insignificant request, he was so heartlessly driving her away.

She refused to believe it. She refused to believe that the man who had been with her day and night for so many years had not a single affection for her. Today, even if she died, she would leave a mark on his heart.

Saina struggled to her feet, her silver armor covered in dust, yet her back remained straight, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and hate.

"You----"

Before she could finish speaking, her father and brother rushed in, covered her mouth, and, ignoring her struggles, forcibly dragged her out of the hall. At the same time, they repeatedly bowed to Tang Ping and apologized. "Venerable Anle, please forgive us! It was our poor upbringing. We will definitely discipline her properly and never let her offend us again!"

"Waaah----" Saina was held down tightly, only able to let out muffled sobs, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, her gaze fixed on the expressionless man on the high platform.

Why? Why can he be so heartless? Were all those Gentle moments, all those vows of eternal love, just lies?

Until she was dragged out of the main hall and could no longer see that figure, Saina's heart died completely.

Is there no such thing as Yongheng love in this world?