Grinding to Become the Master of the Universe

As Yu Han’s hearty, unrestrained laughter rang out, the grand path to the apex of the Cosmos—and the weighty truth of the Emperor supporting it—finally settled within Qin Feng’s mind.

At this moment, his heart was filled with awe for the long road that lay ahead.

"Alright, I’ve given you everything I should."

Yu Han reined in his laughter, his expression returning to its usual calm. "And I’ve told you everything you need to know."

He waved his hand, his tone casual. "Now, go back and prepare for the Cosmic Genius Battle. I’ll be waiting for you to make a name for yourself across the Star River!"

"Understood."

Qin Feng nodded solemnly.

With a thought, he stored the massive, dark blue power armor and the Standard Alloy Long Spear into his Subspace Storage Unit.

With that done, he took a step back and gave Yu Han a deep bow.

It was a silent bow, yet it spoke volumes.

Master Yu Han’s teaching style was starkly different from that of his formative high school mentors, Lin Yue, Gu Yue, and Wu Shangfeng.

Those three mentors had painstakingly guided him by the hand, leading the youth with a damaged foundation onto the true path of the Martial Dao. His debt of gratitude to them was as vast as a mountain.

Yu Han, on the other hand, was more of a high-level guide. He didn’t interfere with the specifics of Qin Feng’s cultivation, yet he always appeared at the most critical junctures to part the mists and point the way.

He remembered the "chance encounter" with the Sun Chan Hall Master, which was in fact a meticulously arranged meeting for him to be personally taught the Empire’s strategic-level Nourishing Technique, the *Ten-Complete Hand*.

Qin Feng understood.

Without Master Yu Han, or even figures of Squad Leader Zhou Xiong’s rank, quietly pushing things behind the scenes, it would have been impossible.

Qin Feng was well aware of all this support and guidance, hidden in the details.

He wasn’t a man adept at expressing his emotions with words, so he poured all his gratitude into that single, deep bow.

Yu Han readily accepted the bow; he naturally understood the meaning behind it.

He let out a laugh and waved his hand. "No more words are needed. Go."

"I’ll be waiting for you to make a name for yourself across the Star River in the Cosmic Genius Battle!"

Qin Feng straightened up, took one last look at his master, and nodded again.

Then, enveloped in the faint glow of Subspace energy, his figure gradually became transparent, finally vanishing without a sound from the serene stone tower.

...

Light and shadows shifted, and when the surrounding scene became clear again, Qin Feng had already returned to his dorm room.

Qin Feng sat down cross-legged and sank his mind into his Subspace Network.

As soon as he connected, a pinned message sent by the university’s official system popped up.

[Dear Student Qin Feng, you have successfully completed all graduation requirements and have officially graduated from Canaan Star Martial Arts University.

We sincerely wish you great fortune in your martial endeavors, a smooth path along the Martial Dao, and a brilliant future.]

Immediately after, another, more important notification appeared.

[Based on the evaluation of your overall performance at the university, as well as the outstanding results you achieved in the official Empire "Starry Sky Cup" competition, you have automatically qualified for the upcoming "Cosmic Genius Battle." Do you wish to register now?]

There was no hesitation.

"Yes."

Qin Feng confirmed it instantly with his Mental Will.

[You have successfully registered for the "Cosmic Genius Battle" (Minor Battle Zone).]

[Time remaining until the official start of the upcoming Cosmic Genius Battle: 2 years, 11 months, 29 days.]

[Please be sure to arrive at the designated assembly point for the Minor Battle Zone, the Pillar of Creation, three months before the start of the competition.]

[Location coordinates are as follows: ...]

A stream of complex star chart coordinates was precisely saved to his personal terminal.

Qin Feng silently watched the countdown timer. A period of less than three years might not be short for an ordinary person, but for a Planet-level Strongman who could easily enter secluded cultivation for decades or even centuries, it was barely the blink of an eye.

’In the less than three years I have left, I must pour all my energy into cultivation.’

He quickly planned his path forward. ’I have two core objectives. First, to cultivate and comprehend the fundamental Planet-level refinement method, the *Canaan Scripture*. Second, to attempt to cultivate that level-seven killing technique, the *Ninefold Blood Spear*.’

’The time is too short. I’ll probably only be able to gain a preliminary understanding of the *Canaan Scripture*. As for that level-seven killing technique... I just hope I can successfully master the basics.’

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

He cut off all external communications and activated his dorm’s highest-level seclusion mode.

The entire room’s Energy Shield activated, forming an independent space completely isolated from the outside world.

Then, he completely immersed his consciousness in his sea of consciousness and began to analyze the supreme refinement method he had just obtained, one that led directly to the Black Hole level—the *Canaan Scripture*.

BOOM!

The instant he touched the data torrent, a vast, ancient, and unimaginably complex wave of information exploded in his Spiritual World like the Big Bang.

The Planet-level section alone contained a full seventy-two profound visualization techniques and one hundred and eight Secret Techniques for tempering and purifying one’s Mental Power.

The sheer volume of data and the complexity of its logical structure were in no way inferior to the Empire’s strategic-level Nourishing Technique, the *Ten-Complete Hand*, which he had cultivated before.

After all, both the *Canaan Scripture* and the *Ten-Complete Hand* were fundamental arts capable of supporting a Martial Artist’s journey from humble beginnings to the Black Hole level. Their contents were all-encompassing, vast, and profound.

To express it completely in the Empire’s common script would require a text nearly ten million characters long, and a single mistake in any one of those characters could lead to failure in cultivation or even a mental collapse.

One could only imagine the difficulty of mastering its basics.

Qin Feng was not in a rush for quick success. He began to study it character by character, analyzing it one technique and one method at a time.