Demon Babata Drools!

Australian Continent, Fog Island.

Deep underground, an alien spacecraft blending ancient craftsmanship with futuristic technology rested here.

Suddenly, the ship's hatch opened, and a small black robot carrying a crystal core filled with the fragrance of rice walked out.

Before long, it arrived at an underground river.

"Plop!"

The robot tossed the Muya Crystal into the dark river, then turned and headed back toward the alien spacecraft.

Right after the robot threw the crystal out, a massive pillar, nearly twenty meters long, like the legendary Golden Cudgel of the Great Sage Sun, instantly swept the crystal away.

Back inside the alien spacecraft, monitoring the Muya Crystal being taken, a cute little demon, primarily blue with white accents and a starry rear, propped its chin on its hands:

"This Beast Emperor has been raised for over a year, barely usable now..."

Bright Moon District, after spending time with his family, Luo Feng arrived at Zhou Ze's rooftop.

Zhou Ze, hands behind his head, said, "Xiao Feng, impressive, breaking through to Planetary-level so quickly. I thought you'd need a bit longer."

Luo Feng smiled bitterly. "I was pushed into a corner. I didn't expect Li Yao to break through to Planetary-level on the spot. He had the Black God Suit, so I couldn't kill him right away."

"At that moment, I worried some councilor might suggest letting him off. After all, councilors are completely above other martial artists and have many privileges."

Zhou Ze chuckled. "What about councilors? Hong and the Thunder God wouldn't let him off just because of one councilor. Using such despicable tactics against a martial artist's family—if that sets a precedent, what's next!"

Luo Feng smiled slightly. "Yeah, but thanks anyway, teacher."

"Small matter." Zhou Ze waved his hand.

Seeing Zhou Ze's leisurely expression, Luo Feng couldn't understand how his teacher could be so relaxed while he himself had to struggle endlessly for his strength. Yet every time he visited, Zhou Ze was exceptionally carefree.

Even so, he could block Yan Hai's attack with a flying knife using telekinesis—Luo Feng didn't know what to say.

"Teacher, how do you do it?" Luo Feng couldn't help asking.

"Do what?" Zhou Ze lay back on the recliner, tilting his head slightly.

"Yan Hai. He once competed for the position of Fifth Speaker, and you blocked his attack?" Luo Feng explained.

"Isn't that easy? Just a dirty old waste..." Zhou Ze said flatly.

Luo Feng felt stifled. "But you're only at War God Level, and he's a Planetary-level second stage! His base strength alone is four million to eight million kilograms. Even if he didn't go all out, the impact force would reach twenty million kilograms!"

"I can't afford to underestimate that kind of attack power!"

Zhou Ze raised an eyebrow, walked up to Luo Feng, and flicked him on the forehead, making him wince in pain.

"What? Now that you're a Planetary-level martial artist, you look down on your old teacher? What an ungrateful disciple..."

Luo Feng said awkwardly, "Teacher, stop joking. I'm curious."

Seeing Luo Feng like this, Zhou Ze found it boring and returned to his chair. "Feng, you've changed. You weren't like this before..."

Luo Feng said calmly, "Teacher, people grow. It's not that I've changed."

"True. Spending over a year in that dark room, most people would have gone mad." Zhou Ze smiled.

Luo Feng's expression was steady. "That year, I thought through a lot. Especially after facing Li Yao and his wife, then Yan Hai, the Hall Master, the Thunder God..."

"Teacher, from the first day you taught me the blade, you told me that in this world, strength is everything. With strength, everything else follows."

"I don't care about other things. At first, I just wanted to buy a big house for my parents and A Hua..."

"Now, I only want to keep getting stronger. I simply enjoy the feeling of growing stronger!"

Luo Feng's gaze was firm.

"Not a bad look..." Zhou Ze gazed at the starry sky, not even facing Luo Feng.

They were silent for a moment. Luo Feng couldn't hold back and awkwardly broke the silence. "Teacher, you still haven't told me."

"Can't hold it in? I thought your mental fortitude had improved this year, but it seems you've only grown more restless..." Zhou Ze said with a half-smile.

"If you want to get stronger, train your mind. Don't just focus on cultivation in daily life. Read more ancient texts. True experts, like Hong and the Thunder God, can quickly adjust themselves no matter what happens."

Luo Feng wanted to ask more, but Zhou Ze closed his eyes, stretched out his legs, and rested.

Luo Feng had no choice but to leave.

Watching Luo Feng's retreating figure, Zhou Ze turned over. "Kids aren't cute once they grow up. Sigh..."

Back in his own Training Hall, Luo Feng pondered Zhou Ze's words:

"Teacher usually has deeper meaning in what he says..."

Recalling his past with Zhou Ze, Luo Feng felt his mental fortitude was sufficient. Further improvement wouldn't have a tangible effect on his strength, only ensuring stable performance.

But thinking of Zhou Ze's advice, he steadied himself and started from the present, honing his mental fortitude.

Fog Island.

A dark blue fighter jet appeared in the sky above.

Luo Feng stepped out of the hatch and flew toward a blood-red fighter craft not far away.

"Luo Feng, your teacher didn't come?" Thunder God asked, seeing Luo Feng enter alone.

"He's not interested in these things..." Luo Feng smiled.

Thunder God spread his hands and said, "That 'old man' of yours is getting more and more leisurely these days."

Luo Feng teased, "Yeah, feels like he's become a lofty monk in a temple, seeing through the mortal world and letting go of worldly affairs."

Thunder God put his hand on Luo Feng's shoulder: "Kid, badmouthing your teacher like that, aren't you afraid we'll tell him?"

"Ah?" Luo Feng's face changed: "Thunder God Speaker, do you have to be so ruthless?"

"Haha!" Thunder God laughed heartily.

At that moment, a three-dimensional virtual projection appeared inside the cabin, fully displaying the scenery below.

Luo Feng looked down at the large lake spanning a hundred li, surrounded by countless saucer-shaped fighters, triangular fighters, and even some temporary bases under construction.

Luo Feng was slightly surprised: "Hall Master, is this Fog Island?"

"Mmm..." Hong responded, then began explaining to Luo Feng.

From Hong and Thunder God, Luo Feng learned of the existence of the third Beast Emperor.

Deep beneath Fog Island, Babata had long seen Luo Feng's arrival, but his mood was somewhat complicated.

"If only the master could have made two Inheritance Soul Seals, then even if he were a pure martial artist, I would have taken him as a direct disciple on the master's behalf..."

Babata thought to himself that in the six thousand-plus eras he had accompanied his master roaming the vast universe, he had never personally witnessed a monstrous genius who possessed a domain at the Apprentice-level!

Such beings generally only appeared in legends and rumors.

Unfortunately, just as astonishing as his having a domain at the Apprentice-level was the fact that his Brain Domain Width was the same as that of an ordinary martial artist.

"I can't figure it out, no matter how I try, argh..."

Babata simply couldn't understand how Zhou Ze had become a Spiritual Psychic, knowing that the minimum Brain Domain Width for a Spiritual Psychic was above 9—the larger the width, the greater the potential of the psychic.

"Forget it, he's got the Fallen Ink Star token anyway. As long as no one with a much higher Brain Domain Width than Luo Feng shows up, I'll pick Luo Feng, and then... hehe..."

Babata couldn't help but drool; even as confident as he was in his master, he had to admit that in the universe, a genius like Zhou Ze would have long joined the Five Great Powers.

His master was nothing like him—the great demon Babata—who had such good luck.