[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-grinding-to-become-the-master-of-the-universe":3,"chapter-grinding-to-become-the-master-of-the-universe-grinding-to-become-the-master-of-the-universe-chapter-321":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Grinding to Become the Master of the Universe",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},254992,526,"Chapter 321 - 163: 12 Years of Secluded Cultivation, Life Force Index 1730","grinding-to-become-the-master-of-the-universe-chapter-321",321,"\u003Cp>At that thought, an idea suddenly sparked in Qin Feng’s mind. He recalled an absurd theory from some of the low-quality, heavily altered novels that circulated among the Empire’s lower classes—the idea that after a sudden surge in strength, a Martial Artist would be unable to control their newfound power and would need to spend a great deal of time in a so-called \"adaptation period.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Qin Feng, this was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Human Empire’s path of Martial Dao cultivation was a grand, meticulously structured, and scientifically sound system forged through eons of war and bloodshed, then refined and optimized by countless ancient sages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, Qin Feng, had spent twelve whole years raising his life force index from 532 to 1730!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over those twelve years, he had consumed top-tier resources worth 4,600 Contribution Points and endured the inhuman agony of his body being torn apart and reassembled time and time again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every minute of every day, he had strictly and precisely followed the cultivation steps of the *Great Sun Acupoint Opening Method*. His every breath, his every heartbeat, was a struggle to both fight and fuse with that ferocious energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every muscle, every bone, and every meridian in his body had been personally forged by him, bit by bit, with his own sweat, Will, and time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This power was an innate part of his very being!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why would he need to adapt to it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless this power wasn’t gained through one’s own arduous training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, it was gained through some evil, sordid transaction—like sacrificing one’s soul to the four chaotic, malevolent beings in the depths of Subspace in exchange for their \"blessing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only power forcibly infused by an outside force—power that doesn’t truly belong to you—would cause a Martial Artist to lose control. That kind of power requires a long time to adapt to and integrate. It could even turn on its wielder, consuming them and reducing them to a pitiful, mindless husk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No Martial Artist who follows the Empire’s orthodox Martial Dao, advancing step-by-step with a solid foundation, would ever find themselves \"unable to control a surge in their own power.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They maintain absolute, perfect Control over every ounce of their strength, always!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Perhaps this is a way to identify the Evil God’s Followers.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking off these stray thoughts, Qin Feng refocused his attention on the Imperial Arena interface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had achieved Perfection in the four First-level Boxing Skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, it was time to begin practicing the Second-level Killing Technique that Master Yu Han had highlighted for him: *Cold Light*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second-level Killing Techniques were far more demanding than First-level ones, both in the complexity of their Spiritual Energy manipulation and the technical skill required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no longer much point in locking his life force index at 30.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, Qin Feng decided to adjust the matchmaking rules in the Imperial Arena, raising the lock on his life force index to around 500.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Practicing a Second-level Killing Technique would be more efficient under greater pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, just as he was about to confirm the settings,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DING!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DING!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DING!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A series of urgent communication alerts from his friends in the Subspace suddenly rang out, one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slightly taken aback, Qin Feng opened the communications interface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar avatars of Shi Potian, Xiong Yanfu, Lei Meng, and Tiemu were all flashing frantically on his friends list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped on Xiong Yanfu’s message. That guy was as talkative as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy shit! Brother Feng! You’re finally out of seclusion! When we saw you replied, all the guys went nuts!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We just wrapped up a team mission that took a year and a half. We’re dog-tired. We just got back from the mission planet and were about to go grab a feast!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No time like the present, so how about right now? You free, Brother Feng? Let’s all get together!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Potian’s message popped up next, as concise as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qin Feng, let’s meet up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The messages from Lei Meng and Tiemu followed close behind, their words filled with the joy of reunion after a long separation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled and replied, \"Alright. The usual place?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Yanfu replied instantly. \"Food God District, Taotie Residence! We’ll head over now and save you a spot. Just come on over!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, I’m on my way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ending the call, Qin Feng closed the Imperial Arena interface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reuniting with old friends was one of life’s great pleasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t delay for a second. He immediately left the dormitory that had been his silent sanctuary for twelve years and headed straight for the academy’s public Teleportation Array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same bustling district, filled with the lively energy of street life and gathering countless culinary treasures from across the Cosmos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was the same magnificent, ancient-style restaurant, bustling with patrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taotie Residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Qin Feng appeared at the entrance, the bustling noise—so familiar, yet so foreign—left him momentarily dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve years had passed. It seemed as if nothing had changed, and yet, as if everything was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped inside and walked with practiced ease toward the private rooms on the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he reached the staircase, a booming voice filled with delight called out from nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Feng! Over here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng followed the voice and saw several familiar figures waving excitedly from a large private room by a second-floor window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Yanfu was his usual, effusively friendly self. The bald Lei Meng was grinning like a Maitreya Buddha, and even the taciturn Tiemu wore a rare smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated quietly among them was an imposing figure, his presence as cold and sharp as an iceberg. But the moment he saw Qin Feng, a faint ripple disturbed the calm depths of his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Shi Potian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After twelve years, his old friend’s aura had grown deeper and more contained, like a peerless Divine Weapon concealed within its sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A genuine smile spread across Qin Feng’s face as he quickened his pace toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, just as he was about to enter the room, he hesitated for a fraction of a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spotted someone else sitting in the corner of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone he never would have expected to see here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was powerfully built, with a presence as solid as a mountain. His dark gold skin gleamed with a metallic sheen under the lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the half-blood Stone Man genius who had won the title of \"Rookie King\" in the most recent Newcomer’s Cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Dang.\u003C\u002Fp>",1095,"2026-05-29T16:17:35.719Z","2026-06-01T04:29:43.187Z",1,"novelbin.me","aa536ca3e105d3b8f3d8879486225da776b5d2610f7863cfbee2fc6651b14d84","grinding-to-become-the-master-of-the-universe-chapter-322","grinding-to-become-the-master-of-the-universe-chapter-320",325,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fgrinding-to-become-the-master-of-the-universe-cover.jpg"]