226: Chapter 226 Hakimi North and South Green Beans

After half a year together, Mu Chen and Luo Li already had a clear understanding of their master's strength. Twelve Heavenly Supremes, three hundred thousand clansmen, and vast territories spanning continents and seas—these numbers were enough to demonstrate the might of the Shitian Domain. However, regarding the master's own strength, they always had only a vague concept. An Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme was very strong, but exactly how strong, they had never witnessed with their own eyes.

This morning, Hun Feng called the two of them to the training room. The four walls of the room were embedded with volcanic obsidian, the floor was carved with intricate Spirit-Guiding Array patterns, and the air was filled with a faint scent of sulfur. Hun Feng stood in the center of the training room with his hands behind his back, his dark mysterious robes fluttering gently in the breeze of spiritual energy.

"You have been in Shitian Domain for half a year, and your cultivation progress is good. But do you know why I was able to establish the Shitian Domain in just a few years, make the Three Saints Sect bow its head, and force the Chaotic Demon Sea to submit?" Hun Feng turned around to look at them. Mu Chen and Luo Li looked at each other. They had discussed this question countless times in private—the master's talent, the power of the Heaven-Slaying Flame, the foundation of the Hun Clan; these were all answers. But they knew that since the master had asked, it was not for them to answer.

"Today, I will let you witness my true trump card." Hun Feng raised his right hand. No spiritual light shone from his palm, but the Spirit-Guiding Array patterns on the four walls of the training room suddenly began to tremble violently. Mu Chen widened his eyes—it was not spiritual energy, not battle energy; the power in his master's palm completely exceeded his cognitive range, as if the rules of heaven and earth themselves were being rewoven by that hand.

"This is the Law of Space." Hun Feng gently closed his five fingers in the void. The space around the training room suddenly solidified; it was not sealed, but its essence was completely changed. The flowing air, the flickering array patterns, and even the circulation of spiritual energy completely stopped at this moment. What was even more terrifying was that Mu Chen felt the spiritual energy in his own body had also solidified. No matter how he tried to mobilize it, he could not move a single bit. Luo Li was equally shocked to find that although her Luoshen Sword was hanging at her waist, she could not use her soul power to summon it. A thought rose in both of their hearts simultaneously—if their master wanted to kill them at this moment, they would not even have a chance to resist.

Hun Feng loosened his hand, and the solidified space instantly returned to normal. Immediately after, his left hand flicked, and an invisible ripple spread in all directions from his fingertips. Mu Chen discovered that the flickering speed of the array patterns on the walls had suddenly slowed down, the flow of spiritual energy in the air had slowed down, and even his own blinking speed had slowed down. But his master's movements were completely unaffected, still leisurely and unhurried.

"This is the Law of Time." Hun Feng's voice remained in that calm tone, "I have changed the flow of time in the training room. The current flow is only one-tenth of the outside world—for every ten breaths that pass outside, only one breath passes here."

Mu Chen and Luo Li gasped simultaneously. Changing the flow of time! This ability had already exceeded all their understanding of cultivation. They finally understood why their master could break through to the Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme in just a few years, and why the Shitian Domain could rise in the Chaotic Demon Sea with such overwhelming momentum—possessing this ability to manipulate time meant that one year of cultivation was equivalent to ten years of cultivation for others. Not to mention the teleportation, folding, and imprisonment of the Law of Space—with these abilities superimposed, who could be an enemy among the same rank?

Hun Feng looked at his two disciples' shocked expressions, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand and struck two law imprints into their brows respectively. A faint silver light lit up on Mu Chen's brow, and a faint golden light lit up on Luo Li's brow.

"The Law of Space belongs to Mu Chen, and the Law of Time belongs to Luo Li. This is the gift I give you for becoming my disciples, and it is also the foundation of the Shitian Domain for the next billion years. These two imprints are just seeds; whether you can cultivate them into towering trees depends on your own fortune." After Hun Feng finished speaking, he turned and walked toward the door. When he reached the door, his footsteps suddenly paused, and he looked back at the two of them, "By the way, come to the East Courtyard this afternoon. I have something to tell you."

Mu Chen and Luo Li stood side by side in the center of the training room, feeling the warmth coming from the law imprints on their brows. They knew that from this moment on, they were no longer just the master's personal disciples, but also the future pillars of the Shitian Domain. This trust weighed heavily on their hearts, yet it made them unprecedentedly excited.

East Courtyard, afternoon.

Sunlight sprinkled through the gaps in the leaves of the dark-leaf osmanthus, casting mottled light and shadow on the stone table. The seven daughters sat in a row on the bench under the veranda, the six wives were either leaning on soft couches or resting against pillars, and Mu Chen and Luo Li were dragged by Hun Muxiao to sit opposite the stone table. Hun Feng stood in front of the stone table with his hands behind his back, looking at this big family in front of him, and cleared his throat: "I called you here today because I have a question I want to test you with."

Hun Muxiao was the first to become alert, her peach-blossom eyes full of suspicion. Hun Feng ignored her and slowly raised a finger: "The question is—why is it hard for a donkey to make a cat laugh?" The courtyard was quiet for a moment. Hun Muxiao was the first to snatch the answer, saying that donkeys are too noisy and cats don't want to pay attention to them. Hun Muling said it was because donkey legs are too short to catch up with cats. Hun Muxian thought for a while and said cats are too arrogant and don't take donkeys seriously. Hun Muqing said coldly that donkeys sound like they are crying, and cats don't want to laugh when they hear it. Hun Musheng tilted her head and thought for a long time before saying that cats are afraid of donkeys kicking them. Hun Mulan poked her head out from under the veranda and raised her hand, saying she knew—because donkeys only know how to grind grain and cats only know how to catch mice, they don't have time to talk. The seven answers were all different, but they were all wrong.

Hun Feng looked at the wives under the veranda and raised his eyebrows to signal them to guess too. Yao Yao leaned against a pillar, playing with her bone whip, saying that donkeys are too ugly and cats only want to run away when they see them. Medusa put down the letter in her hand and said that the frequency of a donkey's braying does not match a cat's hearing range. Gu Xun'er held her teacup and smiled gently, guessing that donkeys and cats do not speak the same language. Xiao Yi Xian spoke rarely, saying that donkeys are herbivores and cats are carnivores, so their natures are incompatible. Yun Yun pondered for a while and said donkeys are stubborn and cats are proud, and neither is willing to bow their heads first. Cao Ying spoke last, her phoenix eyes full of cunning, saying it was because the donkey and cat Hun Feng asked about were both Hun Feng. The whole room burst into laughter, and Hun Feng glared at her, saying it was wrong.

"The correct answer is—'Hajimi nan bei lü dou' (Hajimi is hard to be teased by a donkey)." He looked at the completely bewildered expressions on everyone's faces, tried his best to hold back his laughter, and repeated it seriously, "Hajimi, nan bei lü dou."

Everyone looked at each other. Hun Muxiao asked what Hajimi was, Hun Muling asked what the allusion was, and Mu Chen whispered to Luo Li asking if the master was teasing them. Luo Li thought seriously and said it probably was.

"Yes, I am just teasing you." Hun Feng leaned against the pillar, looking at his family who were either confused, disgusted, or rolling their eyes, unable to suppress the smile on his face. When he saw this pun while scrolling through short videos in his past life, he laughed for three whole minutes. Now that he had brought this pun to another world, although no one could understand the punchline, just seeing these usually sharp-witted people looking completely bewildered made him feel it was worth it.

"Dad, have you gone into cultivation deviation?" Hun Muxiao asked cautiously.

Hun Feng reached out and tapped her on the head, saying this was humor, something they didn't understand. Then he turned and walked toward the study. After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked back. Yao Yao was leaning against a pillar, rolling her eyes at him; Medusa picked up the letter again, the corners of her lips slightly curled; Gu Xun'er held her teacup and laughed softly; Xiao Yi Xian was sitting beside her, rarely laughing as well; Yun Yun and Cao Ying were leaning on the soft couch together, whispering to each other; the seven daughters were chattering about whether their father needed to take medicine; Mu Chen and Luo Li were still standing there with bewildered expressions. He suddenly felt very lucky, lucky that he was able to transmigrate to this continent, and lucky to meet these people who were willing to accompany him through the long years. They were not background characters; they were the most important reason for him to stay in this world.

"I will refine a protective artifact for each of you starting tomorrow." Hun Feng spoke suddenly. Yao Yao asked what the artifact would be called, and Hun Feng thought for a moment that he might as well call it Hajimi. Protests rang out one after another in the courtyard again, and Hun Feng's laughter mixed in the wind, gently brushed away by the leaves of the dark-leaf osmanthus.