Chapter 163: 100 Hunyuan Units (Second Update)

Being able to master teleportation by awakening potential at the planetary level was unprecedented in the red-haired powerhouse's knowledge of past history—at least among humans, of course.

Possessing such a heaven-defying innate ability truly moved his heart.

Looking at this disciple, he pondered, "I will give you a task. In the cosmic genius tournament a few years from now, secure first place for me, and I will take you as my personal disciple."

"This disciple will remember it by heart!" Qin Ming said. "Master, what is a genius tournament?"

Despite knowing the answer clearly in his heart, he still wore a look of confusion.

"In this universe, ruled by humanity, a cosmic genius tournament is held twice every ten thousand years. The Axe-edge Arena and our Virtual Universe Company each hold one. In three or four years, it will be the turn of our Virtual Universe Company. This is a grand event spanning ten millennia!" the red-robed powerhouse said. "All 1,008 universe countries will participate, gathering geniuses from across the entire universe. And I want you to win first place!"

The 1,008 universe countries were all high-level cosmic civilizations and empires, referred to as universe countries for short. The Ganwu Universe Country was one of them.

"Isn't that too difficult?" Man Luo at the side twitched his mouth.

"Without teleportation, it might be difficult for him, but now he has a chance!" The red-robed powerhouse said, looking at Qin Ming, "Remember, unless it is a matter of life and death, you are forbidden from using the method of teleportation!"

"Understood!"

"The technique of teleportation is nothing to a true powerhouse, but for someone like you right now, once exposed, it will be a disaster rather than a blessing. You will understand this in the future!" the red-robed powerhouse said. "Before you become my personal disciple, I will not instruct you. However, you may go to my Blood Rain Fragrant Pavilion. There, you will find countless secret art volumes and various insights collected by myself and your senior brothers and sisters, which you may peruse. Your second senior sister resides in the library year-round; if there is anything you do not understand, you may ask her! I want to see just how far you can grow from now on."

Watching the red-robed powerhouse reveal the path to the Blood Rain Fragrant Pavilion to Qin Ming, Man Luo smiled silently. Only he knew that this was already tacit approval.

"Since you are becoming my nominal disciple, I cannot simply give you nothing!" The red-robed powerhouse mused. "Give me your account!"

"Yes!" Qin Ming acted entirely like an obedient child.

A moment later, Little Fatty reminded him that his account balance had increased by 100 Hunyuan units.

"100 Hunyuan units?" Qin Ming's heart beat wildly against his will.

A Hunyuan was a higher unit of measurement.

One Hunyuan unit was equivalent to one trillion cosmic coins.

One cosmic coin was equal to 3,300 Ganwu coins, or 3.3 million Black Dragon coins.

Therefore, one Hunyuan unit equaled 330 trillion Black Dragon coins—an amount that the entire Milky Way Galaxy could not be sold for.

"Master, this is too much!" Qin Ming hurriedly said.

"To your master, it is just a drop in the bucket!" the red-robed powerhouse said indifferently.

Qin Ming was speechless. This time, he was truly speechless.

He didn't even know if the entire Black Dragon Mountain Empire was worth a hundred Hunyuan units, yet in the other party's mouth, it was merely a drop in the bucket.

He still remembered when he used to say "a drop in the bucket" back on Earth.

Comparing it now, he realized he was nothing more than an ignorant bumpkin.

"Master, how should I address you?"

"When you officially take me as your master, you will naturally know. If that day never comes, knowing is useless!" With a wave of his sleeve, the red-haired man banished Qin Ming directly out of the slaughter space. "Wait for Man Luo in the slaughter hall!"

"You really are generous—100 Hunyuan units!" Man Luo shook his head. "Though for you, it really is just a drop in the bucket!"

"Do you want to leave this backwater place? I can have you transferred out!"

"No! I'm already tired of the endless killing and the scheming. I might as well stay right here, leisurely and carefree, occasionally discovering a genius or two!"

"As you like!"

"You have your magnificent waves, while I have my leisurely contentment; neither can truly say whose life is better than the other's," Man Luo chuckled. "You only gave your disciple a hundred Hunyuan units—aren't you going to offer him some guidance?"

"Don't you still have you?"

"I knew you were going to target me!"

"Since he has been told about the Blood Rain Fragrant Pavilion, if he still doesn't know how to make use of it, then he is trash," the red-haired man said. "Man Luo, after leaving this place, upgrade his optical brain to E-grade so he at least won't be easily ambushed, and give him a set of E-grade defensive gear to spare him from dying prematurely!"

"He is your disciple!"

"Who told him to be close to you?" The corners of the red-robed powerhouse's mouth curved upward. "Besides, protect him well and don't let other powerhouses snatch him away! As for everything else, let him be!"

"You care that much?"

"A little fellow at the planetary level who can teleport, hailing from an indigenous planet, who comprehended the Hundred-Thread Flow and the sixth form of the Slashing Void Saber Technique at age twenty-four—this is no longer an ordinary genius, but a genius standing at the pinnacle of an era. If not for the impending genius tournament, I would have directly taken him as a true disciple; why go through all this trouble? A genius tournament—this is a rare opportunity, and he must not miss it. It will also serve to let him witness other geniuses across the universe."

"Fine, he's your disciple anyway," Man Luo shook his head and said. "Wait, your disciple needs my guidance, my protection, and I even have to provide his equipment."

"Haha, when I return, I'll bring you something good!"

As his voice faded, the red-robed powerhouse vanished.

A smile broke across Man Luo's irritated face. "How long has it been since this fellow laughed so heartily?"

In the slaughter hall, Qin Ming sat quietly.

Yet his heart was far from calm.

"First, latch onto a powerful backer, and my early stage will be worry-free!"

"A genius tournament a few years from now, making a name in one fell swoop, followed by a long period of peaceful cultivation!"

Thoughts swirled in Qin Ming's mind.

His future had also become exceptionally clear.

Yet he remained entirely clueless about the true background of this master of his.

After waiting a moment longer, Little Fatty's voice sounded: "Master, Man Luo invites you to enter the meditation chamber!"

"Accept!"

A smile flashed across the corner of Qin Ming's mouth.

The next moment, he appeared in a room that was unusually spacious.

"Come, sit!" This time, Man Luo was exceptionally warm, gesturing for Qin Ming to sit beside him.

"Thank you, Senior!"

"Calling me Senior sounds too distant. From now on, call me Martial Uncle!" A friendly smile hung on Man Luo's wrinkled face. "Your master and I shared a life-and-death bond in the distant past."

"Martial Uncle, what is my master's true background? What title does he hold?" Qin Ming was naturally willing, though he smiled wryly, "As his disciple, I actually know nothing about it!"

"Haha!" Man Luo laughed. "Since he didn't say, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to tell you either. After you get through the genius tournament, you will naturally find out."

"But what if some powerhouse forces me to join their faction? How should I refuse?" Qin Ming asked with troubled concern.

"Just drop my name and say I am your Martial Uncle. Those who ought to know will naturally keep their hands off, and those who shouldn't know will certainly fear me!"

"That's a relief!"

"Do you have time next?"

"I do!"

"Very well. I will guide you for two months. How much you manage to learn will depend on your own fortune! Two months from now, I will gift you some items sufficient for you to roam unhindered across the territory of the Black Dragon Mountain Empire!"

"Thank you, Martial Uncle!"

Qin Ming was overjoyed.

The Slaughter Space!

"The Ten-Thousand-Thread Flow belongs to offensive movement secret arts. Comprehending it is extremely difficult, yet it is tremendously powerful. However, it also has a flaw. Do you know what it is?" Man Luo began his instruction.

"Does it have a weakness?" Qin Ming shook his head; he truly did not know.

"Of course it does!" Man Luo smiled. "Once the Ten-Thousand-Thread Flow is unleashed, it can create illusory clones. Every single clone can deliver substantive attacks—that is the terrifying part. But after all, it is a movement secret art; once interrupted, the illusory clones will vanish. Furthermore, while it is a movement technique, its raw speed is quite mediocre."

"Interrupted?" Qin Ming frowned.

"Yes!" Man Luo nodded. "One-on-one, among peers, this is an undisputed invincible secret art. But what if you are surrounded by a large group of powerhouses? Once interrupted and the clones vanish, what can you do next? You are very likely to be instantly swarmed and killed."

"How does one guard against this?"

"By practicing another movement secret art. Your master has a secret technique called the Great Void Horizon Step. When comprehended to a profound level, you tread upon the veins of the void, traversing horizons in a single step, and you can even merge into space, leaving no trace behind. This was also the secret technique your master used to make his name back in the day. When you have free time, you should go learn it. Combine the Ten-Thousand-Thread Flow with the Great Void Horizon Step, and your movement will have no weaknesses."