High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 399 Returning to the Morning Star, the Hero's Former Residence, Qin Feng is a Hero!

Inside the Terra Council Hall, golden particles slowly settled.

The Emperor's grand will surged in the void, ultimately coalescing into an unquestionable divine judgment. It was not a matter of discussion, but a direct definition of destiny.

"The spot in the God's Chosen Battlefield belongs to Qin Feng."

The moment those words fell, it was as if an invisible shackle had been placed on Qin Feng's shoulders. It was not merely a qualification to participate in the competition; it was the rise and fall of humanity for billions of years to come, and the life and death of trillions of living beings.

Qin Feng slowly stood up and bowed slightly to the fading golden phantom.

"You will definitely live up to your destiny."

It consists of only four words, yet it carries the weight of stars.

"Preparation period: ten thousand years." The Emperor's voice became ethereal, as if he were returning to the depths of the Warp to suppress the restless Chaos Gods. "Ten thousand years later, the Chosen Battlefield will open. During this period, Terra will allocate all its resources to you."

"But you must decide for yourself what to do with your heart."

"Go."

As the last syllable faded, the sacred golden halo completely disappeared. The oppressive aura within the council hall receded like a tide, leaving the saints and venerables looking at each other in bewilderment before turning their gazes to the black-clad youth standing at the end of the round table.

Needless to say.

The Devouring Heaven Saint stepped forward and patted Qin Feng's shoulder heavily with his large, broad hand. This rugged saint, who had once taught Qin Feng the basics, now had complex emotions in his eyes—pride, worry, and a sense of awe as he watched his fledgling eagle finally soar above the heavens.

"Good lad." The Devouring Heaven Saint grinned. "Ten thousand years. For mortals, it's a world of change, but for us... it's just a period of seclusion."

"How do you plan to spend these ten thousand years?" Yunfu pushed up his monocle and asked softly.

Everyone awaited Qin Feng's answer. Would he stay in Terra for secluded cultivation? Would he venture into various secret realms to hone his killing techniques? Or would he go to the frontier to fight his way through again and offer sacrifices to the flag?
Qin Feng remained silent for a moment.

His gaze pierced through Terra's thick atmosphere, across billions of light-years of starry sky, and landed on that insignificant coordinate point deep in his memory.

He was born on that blue planet called "Earth," but that was his previous life.

He was at the beginning of this universe, on that small asteroid called "Morning Star." There lay his initial struggles, his deceased father, and the first knife he swung for survival.

He has been a god for too long and has killed too many people.

He has reincarnated in the chaotic illusion for millions of years, and he has slaughtered countless saints in the endless sea. Now, his divinity is nearly perfect, but his humanity has become mottled and fragmented over the long years.

If he is to represent the "human race" in the war, he must rediscover that purest feeling of being "human".

"go home."

Qin Feng uttered two words softly.

The surrounding saints were slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized.

"Go," the aged voice of the First Universe Lord echoed. "We will prepare everything for you on Terra. Ten thousand years from now, we will be here to see you off."

Qin Feng nodded, his body swaying slightly.

There was no explosive sound of space being torn apart, no violent fluctuation of energy. He simply vanished from the spot, as if the concept of "Qin Feng" had never existed in the council hall.

This is the Venerable One.

Modify the rules to ignore distance.

Canaan Galaxy.

This place was once an inconspicuous mid-sized star system in the human race's territory, but because of Qin Feng's rise and the birth of that "uncrowned king," "limitless god-marquis," and "slaughtering saint-venerable one," it has long since become one of the holy lands of the entire human race's territory.

Especially the morning star.

When Qin Feng's figure re-emerged outside the atmosphere of the Morning Star, even with his usually calm and composed mind, a ripple couldn't help but stir within him.

"changed."

Qin Feng looked down at the planet beneath his feet.

In my memory, this was a planet primarily focused on martial arts education, with vast primeval jungles, wilderness areas, and numerous satellite cities. While the architecture of that time had an interstellar age style, it was more of a rugged pragmatism.

And now.

What you see is a “heart of technology” completely enveloped in steel and a halo.

A massive anti-gravity ring orbits the planet's equator, with countless interstellar ships shuttling between them like worker bees. The former wastelands have vanished, replaced by towering skyscrapers reaching into the clouds. These towers, reaching for the sky, are connected by transparent, high-speed vacuum pipes, and neon lights pulsate like veins on the city's body.

Morning Star is now the second capital of the Canaan system.

Land here is incredibly valuable, and a local resident is more prestigious than a governor on some lower-level planets. Countless large corporations and powerful families have relocated their headquarters here, hoping to absorb even a trace of the "legendary figure's" fortune.

Qin Feng concealed all his aura.

At this moment, he was neither the cosmic venerable one who could annihilate dozens of saints with a single finger, nor the "variable" that the evil god feared.

He suppressed his life magnetic field to its limit, to a level almost that of an ordinary person.

Because his power is too great now.

It is so powerful that even a normal breath would be enough to trigger a Category 12 typhoon; so powerful that if even a tiny bit of its pressure were to leak out, this planet, which has been reinforced countless times, would shatter like a glass ball in the gravitational tides.

He fell silently, like a speck of dust.

Pass through the bustling floating city, through the noisy trade center, and through the squares where huge holographic projections—playing various artistically adapted "Qin Feng biography" films—are suspended.

Finally, he arrived at a strange area.

This is the center of the entire Morning Star, and also the most incongruous place.

Surrounded by towering silver towers thousands of stories high, this futuristic city is filled with cyberpunk style. However, within this area of ​​ten kilometers in radius, an ancient, dilapidated, and even "poor" appearance is preserved.

Low-rise tenement buildings, mottled cement walls, old green belts, and even those outdated asphalt roads.

Yinou Community.

There are no hovercars, no holographic advertisements here, only a tranquility as if sealed in amber by time.

But in Qin Feng's "Eye of the Ruins," he saw a completely different scene.

This seemingly dilapidated community is surrounded by at least thirty-six top-tier defensive arrays, each of which costs enough to buy an entire star system.

At the entrance to the community, the guards were not ordinary security guards, but two "Soaring Realm" martial artists wearing exoskeleton armor. Meanwhile, in the shadows, at least three "Galaxy-Level" powerhouses constantly monitored the area with their divine senses.

This looks like the poorest slum.

In fact, this is the most prestigious and inviolable "sacred domain" in the entire Canaan system, and even in several surrounding star systems.

Only the descendants of elders who have made significant contributions to the human race, or those at the level of the Supreme Governor of the Morning Star, are qualified to apply to live in the surrounding area...outer perimeter.

As for that apartment building in the core area...

That's a forbidden area.

Qin Feng did not use the main entrance.

Although those defensive formations were strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Marquis-level expert, they were as insignificant as air in the face of a Venerable who had the authority to modify the underlying rules.

He simply took a small step.

It was as if my body had passed through a curtain of water, directly overcoming the barrier of space, and appeared in that familiar corridor.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway turned on in response.

The dim light illuminated the mottled traces of small advertisements on the wall—although these advertisements had long been cleaned up, the marks of time were still deliberately preserved.

Qin Feng reached out and stroked the rusty iron railing.

Cold and rough.

This realistic tactile sensation finally gave his heart, which had been adrift in the cosmic sea for millions of years, a sense of grounding.

"I am back."

He murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the empty hallway. There was no response from his father, no noise from the neighbors, only deathly silence.

He walked up to the dark red security door.

The door lock had long been replaced with the highest level of biometric identification system, but in front of Qin Feng, the mechanical structure automatically disassembled and reassembled, making a soft "click" sound.

The door opened.

The room wasn't completely dark; the curtains were drawn, and soft starlight spilled onto the living room floor.

Everything was exactly as he remembered.

The old fabric sofa, and even the chipped porcelain cup that his father loved to use, still sits on the coffee table. On the wall hang his high school award certificates and a photo of him and his father.

Back then, he was young and inexperienced, with a stubbornness in his eyes that refused to admit defeat.

My father, though old at that time, was smiling happily.

The room was spotless.

Clearly, this place is cleaned and maintained to the highest standards every day by dedicated staff. Even the humidity and temperature in the air are kept constant at levels optimal for preserving old items.

Qin Feng slowly walked in and closed the door.

It isolated it from all the noise of the outside world.

He didn't use his divine power to investigate anything, nor did he cultivate anything in the room. He simply acted like an ordinary traveler returning home, taking off the black robe that was strong enough to withstand cosmic storms and casually hanging it on a hanger.

Then, he walked to the sofa and threw himself down on it.

"call……"

This long sigh seemed to release the pent-up frustration that had accumulated in his chest for countless eons.

The sofa creaked under the weight—of course, this was an illusion; with Qin Feng's current control, he could make himself as light as a feather.

He just sat there.

Looking out the window at the familiar yet unfamiliar sky.

There's no need to think about how to break the rules, how to kill the saints, the future of humanity, or the cruelty of the God-Chosen Battlefield.

At this moment, he was simply Qin Feng.

That boy from the Silver Gull community.

Sleepiness crept in.

This is absurd. At his level, the fire of his soul burns eternally, and he has no need for sleep. But in this room, in the air filled with the scent of "home," Qin Feng actually felt a long-lost sense of fatigue.

He closed his eyes, and his breathing became long and even.

It was as if the birth and death of the universe outside had nothing to do with him.

I do not know how long it has been.

"drop--"

The access control system emitted a soft sound, interrupting Qin Feng's feigned sleep.

But he didn't move, not even lifting his eyelids. This was his home; he didn't need to be on guard against anyone. Moreover, he could sense that the visitor harbored no ill intentions, and was even... as weak as an ant.

The door was pushed open.

Several middle-aged women in uniform walked in. They carried various professional high-tech cleaning tools and moved quietly, clearly having received rigorous training.

"Sister Li, do we need to change the nutrient solution for that clivia plant again today?" a younger cleaner asked in a low voice.

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" The supervisor, known as Sister Li, glared at her. "Where is this? This is the 'Divine Abode'! Every speck of dust is an artifact. Do what you're told and don't say a word!"

"oh oh……"

Several cleaners skillfully put on shoe covers and were preparing to begin today's routine maintenance.

This cleaning company, named "Tianjing," is a top-tier service provider officially designated by Qimingxing, specifically responsible for maintaining this house. Being selected to clean here is itself a high level of political vetting and honor; even the salary is calculated by the minute.

They know their daily routine by heart: enter, remain silent, wipe, maintain, and leave.

But this room has been empty for thousands, even tens of thousands of years.

In their minds, this place is less a private residence and more a temple or a memorial hall.

until……

The young cleaner was about to wipe the coffee table when suddenly she froze.

Her eyes widened, her pupils contracted sharply, and the nano-rag in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud." "Sister Li... Sister Li..."

Her voice was trembling.

"What's wrong? You're being so clumsy!" Sister Li turned her head unhappily, looking in the direction the young girl was pointing.

The next second, Sister Li also froze.

on the sofa.

There was a person sitting there.

A young man with dark hair.

He was wearing a simple white shirt (a casual home outfit that Qin Feng had casually put together), his eyes were closed, and his hands were crossed over his abdomen, as if he were taking a nap.

Sunlight shone on his profile, outlining a near-perfect silhouette. But he didn't exude any aura of power, no halo, no oppressive presence; he looked like... an ordinary office worker who had just finished get off work and was exhausted.

but……

Where is this place?
This is the core area of ​​the Silver Gull Community! It's one of the most secure places in the entire galaxy!

How could there possibly be anyone there?!
"Who are you?!" Sister Li screamed instinctively, but then realized that she couldn't make a sound here, so she quickly covered her mouth, her face turning deathly pale. "You... how did you get in?"

Could it be a thief?
No, what kind of thief could get through the thirty-six layers of the outer array?
Could it be that some important person's illegitimate son sneaked in for a visit?
Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were as deep as an abyss; with just one glance, the cleaners felt as if their souls had been sucked into a bottomless black hole. But that feeling vanished in an instant, replaced by a gentle calm.

Qin Feng looked at them, his gaze unfocused, as if he was still savoring the moment of tranquility just now.

"No cleaning needed today."

His voice was soft and flat.

It's like the homeowner casually instructing the cleaning lady.

"Get out...get out." Qin Feng waved his hand and closed his eyes again. "I want to be alone."

The cleaners were completely dumbfounded.

Their minds went blank; they were completely unable to process the situation. But when faced with incomprehensible fear, the instinctive human reaction is often to submit.

"Oh...oh oh..."

Sister Li nodded mechanically, her legs went weak, and she pulled the terrified young girl along, scrambling out of the room.

"Click."

The door closed again.

Standing in the stairwell, a gust of cold wind brought Sister Li back to her senses.

Cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

"There's someone inside! There's someone inside!"

"Quickly! Report to the supervisor!"

The young girl burst into tears, terrified: "Are we going to be silenced? Who is that person? How dare he sit on 'God's' sofa!"

The two rushed out of the apartment building in a panic and, trembling, dialed the company's emergency communication channel.

"Manager! Something terrible has happened! Silver Gull Community...that room...someone has broken in!"

"What?!" The manager on the other end of the line nearly flipped the table. "Are you seeing things? Not even a mosquito could fly in there!"

"It really is! It was a man! He was sitting on the sofa, and... and he even told us to get out!"

This news was like a depth charge dropped into a lake.

The cleaning company immediately reported the incident to "TianDun Security Group," which was responsible for security in the area.

The top management of Tiandun Security Group were terrified, thinking that their defense system had a huge vulnerability, and immediately reported it to the Qimingxing Garrison Command.

"Hero's former residence forcibly broken into?!"

The Chief of the Morning Star Garrison was in a meeting when he heard the news and smashed the solid wood conference table in front of him.

"You bastard! Who is it? Which reckless fool dares to desecrate Lord Qin Feng's former residence!"

"Investigate! Mobilize the special operations team! Seal off Yin'ou Community!"

"Notify the Galaxy Governor's Office! Notify the Ultramarines stationed there!"

Less than ten minutes.

The once peaceful and tranquil Yin'ou community was instantly transformed into the eye of the storm.

A piercing alarm ripped through the sky. Hundreds of dark, armed hovercraft descended like a storm cloud, completely surrounding the community. Thousands of heavily armed elite soldiers descended from the sky, their Gauss rifles and laser cannons locked onto the old residential building.

Three more terrifying auras shot into the sky from the distant skyscrapers.

Those are three galaxy-level powerhouses stationed at the Morning Star!
"Who dares to run wild in the morning star!"

A furious roar resounded through the sky, making the surrounding air buzz.

The leading galaxy-level expert, clad in purple-gold armor and wielding a spear, wore an expression of rage. He was a fervent admirer of Qin Feng, having grown up listening to Qin Feng's stories. Now responsible for guarding his idol's former residence, he had made such a blunder—how could he not be furious?
"come out!"

"Otherwise, shoot to death!"

Faced with an inescapable net outside, and firepower locked on with the power to destroy half the continent.

The deep red security door remained tightly shut.

The people inside seemed completely oblivious to the commotion outside.

"Stubborn!"

A murderous glint flashed in the eyes of the warrior in purple-gold armor. "Assault team, break down the door! Be careful not to damage anything inside. Drag that madman out!"

"Yes!"

A team of special forces soldiers wearing state-of-the-art exoskeletons rushed up the stairs. They were highly trained and moved swiftly, arriving at the door in an instant.

Just as the demolition expert was about to install the directional explosive device, the captain stopped him.

"Idiot! This door is an artifact! Use the universal key!"

"Yes……"

The electronic lock was opened again.

The special forces soldiers, guns at the ready, charged in like wolves and tigers.

"Don't move! Cover your head and squat down!"

"Raise your hands!"

The roar echoed in the small living room.

However, the next second, all the roars stopped abruptly.

The special forces captain, leading the charge, had his gun pointed directly at the young man on the sofa. His finger was already on the trigger, but his body was as stiff as stone, as if frozen in place.

Through the visor of his tactical helmet, he saw the man's face.

It was a young, handsome face, yet it carried an indescribable sense of the passage of time.

Even with his eyes closed, the calmness emanating from the other person's very bones made him feel a kind of suppression stemming from his life instincts.

But that wasn't what terrified him the most.

What terrified him most was... that face was all too familiar.

They are familiar with every Qimingxing person, having seen them countless times since birth in textbooks, on statues in squares, and in holographic movies.

Although the person before me is more lifelike than the statue, and his demeanor is more reserved than in the movie, his unique charm is something that no one can imitate.

"Team...Captain?" The team member behind nudged the person in front, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

The captain did not speak.

The gun in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Immediately afterwards, his knees buckled, and he knelt down uncontrollably.

He was trembling all over, and his teeth were chattering.

"Qin...Qin..."

At this moment, the galaxy-level powerhouses outside became even more anxious when they saw that there was no movement inside the house.

"waste!"

The expert in purple-gold armor snorted coldly, and with a flash, he instantly teleported to the doorway.

"I'd like to see who has such audacity!"

He strode into the room, his star power surging around him, ready to capture the "madman" sitting on the sofa.

however.

The moment his gaze fell upon that figure.

His originally incredibly violent star power, like a mouse encountering its natural enemy, instantly shrank back into his body, and almost injured his meridians due to the reverse flow.

His terrifying killing intent vanished in that instant.

The figure remained with eyes closed, leaning against the sofa, breathing steadily, with a peaceful expression.

It was as if the heavily armed soldiers around him, and this furious galaxy-level powerhouse, were nothing more than dust in the air.

A strange "clucking" sound came from the throat of the warrior in the purple-gold armor.

His brain was screaming alarms, his soul was screaming.

As a galaxy-level powerhouse, his perception far surpassed that of ordinary people. He could clearly sense the terrifying power lurking within this seemingly lifeless young man.

That is not power.

That is an abyss.

That is the ultimate terror, capable of causing the entire universe to churn with the slightest thought.

Moreover, he recognized the face.

That face enshrined on the altar, that face that countless human warriors regarded as the lifelong goal to be pursued.

"Qin...Qin Feng...Lord?"

His voice was so soft it sounded like he was dreaming.

The person on the sofa finally slowly opened their eyes.

Those eyes calmly swept over the crowd. There was no anger, no blame, only a sense of helplessness at having their peaceful slumber disturbed.

"I said that."

Qin Feng's voice was still very soft, yet it resonated clearly in the depths of everyone present.

"No cleaning needed today."

"There's no need to be so noisy."

"Pfft."

The warrior in purple-gold armor slammed his knees heavily onto the wooden floor, not caring whether he would damage the "antique" floorboards. He lay prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed firmly against the floor, his whole body trembling.

"Greetings...Greetings, Your Excellency!!!"

This roar, filled with boundless fear and ecstasy, echoed throughout the entire Silver Gull community.

The stunned special forces soldiers at the entrance, the powerful figures floating in the air outside, and even the governor rushing over from afar...

Everyone was stunned at that moment.

The entire Morning Star fell into a deathly silence.

Only the figure sitting on the sofa closed his eyes again, as if all the worship around him had nothing to do with him.

(End of this chapter)