Unbelievable Luo Feng!

Inside the Jiangnan Base City, the Extreme Martial Arts General Hall.

Hall Master Zhou Zhengyong was in a room, having just ended a call with Supervisor Liu, and was muttering to himself:

"I wonder who the new supervisor will be?"

Just then, a knock came at the door. After Zhou Zhengyong gave his permission, the three chief managers of the Extreme Martial Arts General Hall, including Zhuge Tao, walked in.

"Hall Master, we just received notice that Supervisor Liu has been transferred, but we don't know who the new supervisor is yet."

The lean man in the white shirt among the three managers frowned.

"I don't know either. The notice hasn't arrived yet." Zhou Zhengyong shook his head. "I hope the new supervisor will be easy to get along with... sigh..."

Supervisor Liu had focused entirely on cultivation and rarely meddled in affairs, so everyone had gotten along well. Now that he was being transferred, everyone's mood was unsettled.

After all, the example of the former supervisor, Iron-Face Bao Zheng, was still fresh in their minds. During his tenure, he had dismissed six managers and even impeached a hall master! It had left later generations trembling with fear...

"Beep~"

Just then, a notification came through on the laptop nearby. Zhou Zhengyong and the three managers hurried over.

Zhou Zhengyong's heart sank slightly as he opened the notification.

"Luo Feng?"

"Hometown is Jiangnan Base City, Yangzhou City?"

"Strength evaluation: Invincible War God?"

Zhou Zhengyong and the others found it hard to believe, especially Zhuge Tao, but after repeated confirmation, they had to accept it.

Inside Zhou Ze's home.

After reuniting with his family, Luo Feng went straight to Zhou Ze's room. While expressing gratitude for the earlier warning, he recounted his experiences and gains on the Australian Continent.

"Teacher, this is the Dragon Blood I exchanged for you. I also saved a Spirit of Plants for you. Oh, and Teacher, I originally wanted to exchange a Water of Life for you, but the Hall Master said that stuff is just America fooling people—its value is far from what it's made out to be..."

Luo Feng pulled out all the good things at once, not even noticing the slight nervousness in his heart, afraid his teacher might refuse.

"I won't stand on ceremony. I really do need these." Zhou Ze knew Luo Feng's personality, and this was exactly the outcome he wanted. Excessive politeness would only create distance.

Seeing that Zhou Ze accepted his gifts, Luo Feng was as happy as a child. His teacher had guided him selflessly for years without asking for anything in return, and even though his strength had surpassed his teacher's, he still couldn't help him in any way. That had made him restless.

Now, finally, he could do something for his teacher, and that feeling was incredibly satisfying.

"Oh, right, Teacher. The Spiritual Nian Master Basics I bought from the Hall Master is in the War God Palace. I'll ask the Hall Master if you can take a look at it—it should be fine..." Luo Feng suddenly remembered something.

Over the past half year, Zhou Ze had naturally guided Luo Feng in his cultivation as a spiritual nian master. Luo Feng knew Zhou Ze was also a spiritual nian master, but he never understood why his teacher had never revealed it.

He had always felt his teacher's comprehension was far superior to his own, only limited by physical talent.

"Mm." Zhou Ze said calmly, "Luo Feng, your nian power has now reached the peak of War God level, and your overall strength is at Invincible War God. But this is all in your spiritual nian master abilities. Don't neglect your martial artist side."

"Body and soul must advance together—both need attention!"

Luo Feng smiled bitterly. "Teacher, I know that. You used to tell me every day. But now without your guidance, aside from improving my physical fitness, I haven't been able to master the seventh layer of the Ninefold Thunderblade no matter how long I've trained!"

Without Zhou Ze's guidance, he realized his talent wasn't as extraordinary as he'd thought. This brought Luo Feng, who had been a bit carried away after breaking multiple records at the Elite Training Camp, back down to earth.

Zhou Ze smiled slightly. "You're too dependent on me. I can't guide you forever. You'll have to forge your own path in the future..."

"I'm a bit hesitant about whether I should guide you further in force techniques..."

Thinking that even becoming an immortal required a teacher's guidance, Zhou Ze decided to continue.

"Teacher, did you buy the seventh layer of the Ninefold Thunderblade?" Luo Feng was already thinking about killing some monster lords to earn some money and buy the remaining layers for his teacher.

"I'm not as loaded as you..." Zhou Ze rolled his eyes at Luo Feng. "I figured that whether it's the Ninefold Thunderblade or World Annihilation, they were all created by people. Why can't I create my own force technique?"

"And then..." Luo Feng's eyes went wide, his heart full of anticipation, like someone listening to a story reaching its climax only for the storyteller to stop.

"And then I accidentally surpassed World Annihilation and the Ninefold Thunderblade..." Zhou Ze grinned.

"Ah!" Luo Feng was dumbfounded, utterly incredulous.

"Really?!"

It wasn't that Luo Feng didn't trust Zhou Ze, but this was beyond his comprehension. His teacher, only a mid-level War General, had supposedly created a force technique surpassing the number one and number two on Earth? Who would believe that?

He'd rather believe he wasn't his parents' biological child...

"Come to the training room!" Zhou Ze said nothing more and headed upstairs. Luo Feng quickly followed.

Entering the training room, Zhou Ze threw a punch at the testing machine without any preparatory movement.

"271214 kg."

Staring at the numbers on the punch force tester, Luo Feng was stunned.

"Teacher, are you sure your base punch force didn't just increase to high-level War General or War God level?"

"..." Zhou Ze punched the tester again, this time showing a force of around 30,000 kg.

"Uh, three times nine is twenty-seven... gasp..." Luo Feng sucked in a sharp breath, nearly causing global warming.

"Teacher... you..." Luo Feng was utterly shocked, momentarily speechless.

If not for his teacher's lackluster physical talent, his potential would have been limitless. Having been in the Elite Training Camp, he naturally understood that the Hall Master and others valued things like force exertion, body movement, and artistic conception far more than raw physical fitness.

"Teacher, with talent like yours, you could totally bring this up with the martial arts hall..." Luo Feng said in surprise.

Zhou Ze was silent for a moment, offering no further explanation. What was he supposed to say? That he wanted to ride on his own disciple's coattails? Or that he had only awakened his cheat ability last year?

Since Zhou Ze didn't speak, Luo Feng tactfully didn't press.

"Teacher, I get to learn from you again!" Luo Feng said happily.

Ninefold force exertion—he was only at 4.9 now. If he could master ninefold force exertion, combined with his physical fitness nearing Senior War God level, his prowess as a martial artist alone would be no weaker than his strength as a spiritual nian master.

With both combined, even Councilor Faer, who had chased him down an entire street, would be someone he could confidently face head-on after some more time.

"You ran into plenty of danger on the Australian Continent this time. Plus, with your improved physical fitness and spiritual nian power, you can control more flying daggers. All of this needs practice. Don't keep thinking about honing yourself by killing monsters—that's something you do when you hit a bottleneck or can't sit still anymore..."

After chatting with Luo Feng briefly and giving him some instructions, he sent him off.

Only then did Zhou Ze go downstairs, looking at the Dragon Blood and Spirit of Plants that Luo Feng had brought him.