On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

In his early twenties, he had regular but unremarkable features and a common light tan complexion, the kind that would be impossible to spot in a crowd.

After changing his clothes, Ye Han headed towards the rest area.

The door to the lounge wasn't closed tightly, and a sliver of warm yellow light shone through the crack.

Ye Han raised his hand and knocked on the door frame. A young and cheerful voice came from inside: "Come in."

Ye Han pushed open the door and entered.

Milankel was sitting in the massage chair, enjoying the massage with her eyes closed.

Seeing the murderous aura emanating from Ye Han, Milankel asked, "Who are you?"

"I heard you're the best fighter here, I'd like to give it a try."

"Challenge me? Do you know I have over 500 consecutive wins?"

"I know, that's why I came here specifically to see you."

"Sure, we'll take anyone." Milankel sat up from the massage chair, stretched his neck, and casually pointed to the side, "There's a training area right next to us, enough for us to stretch our legs. Don't blame me if we get hurt."

He replied casually, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalant confidence.

Challenges and similar events happen frequently on Douzhe Star; they're nothing new.

Milankel has faced his fair share of challengers.

For him, it's all just a matter of using his hands; he's long been used to it.

The two moved to the area next to them, which was about half the size of a basketball court, and the ground was covered with dark protective mats.

Milankel casually tossed aside his coat and said, "Come on, let me see what you've got."

The battle began as soon as the words were spoken.

However, the two people felt very differently.

Despite Mirank's all-out attack, Ye Han had him completely under his control, overwhelming him in speed, strength, and technique.

One side is relaxed and at ease, handling the situation with ease.

Milankel, on the other hand, was in a hurry, scrambling and stumbling.

He quickly realized the seriousness of the situation; this was an opponent he could not contend with.

He was ultimately knocked to the ground by Ye Han with a single punch.

"Over 500 consecutive wins, and you're still nothing special. Your power isn't focused enough, your technique isn't solid enough, your rhythm is monotonous, and you're full of openings. At your level, you wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move from a true master."

"He's just a frog in a well, ruling the world in this tiny underground fighting arena, being fawned over and flattered by a bunch of people. Does he really think he's a peerless master? He's never seen the outside world. Winning so many matches is just a pretty number. It's useless."

Milankel got up from the ground, his movements somewhat stiff from the sharp pain in his abdomen.

This time, his eyes changed completely.

Gone was the disdain; only awe for the strong remained.

"Who are you? How come your fighting skills are so strong? Can you teach me?"

Seeing the renewed light in his eyes, Ye Han held Master Ma in even higher regard.

As expected of a later martial arts master, when he was beaten, his first thought wasn't how to get revenge, but how to become stronger.

This love and reverence for fighting itself is the foundation upon which he will be able to reach that level in the future.

Ye Han held up one finger: "Want to learn? I can teach you. But you have to answer one question for me first."

What does a true fighting master need to possess?

"This is a very simple question. Think it through before you answer."

Milankel pondered for a moment before giving his answer seriously: "You need to have a talent for fighting."

"No, no, no." Ye Han shook his head: "A true master must always keep the heart of a student."

"Blind optimism and arrogance will never lead to anything. You might think you're invincible just because you've won over 500 games today, but have you ever seen any real masters out there? Do you know how vast the universe is, or how many truly powerful people there are?"

"You don't know. Because your vision is only so wide, your world is only so big. If you can't even realize your own insignificance, no matter how talented you are, you will never become a true master."

Milankel stood still, motionless.

Every word Ye Han said overturned his understanding of fighting techniques.

He recalled his state of mind during this period: enjoying the cheers, enjoying the victory, enjoying the feeling of everyone calling his name.

He was indeed proud, indeed complacent, and indeed thought he was already very capable.

In other words, they got carried away, completely carried away, and drifted off to the highest heavens.

And now, someone whose name he doesn't even know has dragged him back down from the clouds with a punch and a few words.

I realized that no one is perfect.

Seeing his expression, Ye Han knew that his words had taken to heart, so he didn't say anything more.

He made his move in secret, and a faint golden light silently shone from his fingertips.

He silently implanted the immortal seal of the dog talisman into Milankel's body.

The light was extremely faint and fast, disappearing in a flash; even if it were right next to you, you might not be able to detect it.

With this Immortal Seal, Master Ma has an extra layer of insurance.

Even if those people in the underground fighting arena try to trip him up, Master Ma will definitely be able to turn the tide and get through this hurdle safely.

The road ahead will be much smoother.

Immortality Seal: Grants another person the power of eternal life. (Quantity: 1)

(Targets already used: Snow White, Dia, Lingling, Miranker (Horse))

Having done all this, Ye Han withdrew his hand: "Alright, you didn't answer the question, I'm leaving now."

With a flash of white light, Ye Han disappeared from the rest area.

In Miranker's eyes, this was undoubtedly a peerless master.

A powerful figure who suddenly appeared and then disappeared taught him a lesson more valuable than any martial art.

He slowly sat back on the bench, resting his hands on his knees, and began to reflect on his behavior.

......

Above the Star of Douzhe, a white light silently streaked across the sky.

Ye Han hovered outside the planet's atmosphere and glanced down at the planet beneath his feet.

With the Immortal Seal, Master Ma's talent and tenacity allow him to turn any crisis into an opportunity.

This time, I only acted as a challenger, exchanged a move with my former master when he was young, and gave him a few pointers. I shouldn't be considered to have interfered too much.

Master Ma wouldn't know who he was, and nothing changed.

At most, he can calm his mind and embark on the true path of cultivation.

Ye Han muttered to himself, "At most, it's just adding to my master's youth... it shouldn't cause any butterfly effect."

After no longer dwelling on the issue, he reactivated the power of the Rabbit Talisman, transforming into a white streak of light and flying towards the depths of the starry sea.

The rainbow stones scattered across different eras are still waiting for him to collect.

......

The G903 galaxy.

Ye Han exited the faster-than-light flight, and the scene before him made him slow down.

This galaxy is vast, and should theoretically be a tranquil region.

But at this moment, war is raging everywhere in sight; no planet is safe.

Ye Han intercepted a medium-sized civilian spaceship that was fleeing the battlefield at full speed; the hull was covered with burn marks.

One of the tail thrusters was already smoking, and the plane was flying erratically.

It's obvious at a glance that it's a spaceship used for escaping disaster.

Ye Han flashed and silently appeared in the corner of the spaceship's cargo hold without alerting anyone.