Wu Di felt uncomfortable being stared at: "What’s wrong?"

Zhu Hanyi, standing beside him and stroking his beloved sword [Rain Boiling], coldly said, "People often say—know the master through the army’s parade. Black Tassel’s personality is completely different from yours..."

"One could even say she’s the complete opposite of you!"

"So, subconsciously, do you perhaps dislike yourself?"

"Otherwise, this shouldn’t be happening."

Just from the first words Black Tassel said after her birth, it seemed she was a difficult artifact spirit to get along with.

In reality, after a bit of conversation, everyone realized...

This seemingly awkward little girl was quite adorable. Except when she sharply criticized Wu Di, other times, she was unusually well-mannered and polite.

Just a few words, and Su Qiangwei was beaming with happiness.

Black Tassel was very skilled at complimenting others, always with a serious demeanor, making her praise feel genuinely sincere.

Everyone couldn’t help but doubt—was Black Tassel truly Wu Di’s destined divine weapon?

With her sweet talk, Black Tassel quickly integrated into the interstellar travel group, getting along with everyone easily.

"I have an announcement to make."

Ma Ran, seeing that his comrades’ initial excitement had waned, finally spoke: "Coming to Blood Mist Star, we have several objectives to achieve."

"The ultimate test for Sikong Si and Cheng Lixing as first-generation mecha masters is one."

"Zhang Qianren’s interview is the second."

"Solving the issue of Ti Sheng, the successor of the God of Slaughter, is the third."

"Besides that, I had previously made a deal with Game Main God Xuan to help spread his faith on Blood Mist Star, which we haven’t accomplished yet."

"Judging the time, we still need about half a month."

Although we have completely eliminated the current enemies, and with the resistance of the Second Generation God of Slaughter gone, it will still take half a month to complete the dissemination of doctrine on the entire Blood Mist Star.

This is largely thanks to the existence of 98725, which improved efficiency; otherwise, even with the most advanced doctrine dissemination concepts and viral marketing, relying only on Ma Ran would take at least six months, even with the most inhumane closed-brainwashing preaching.

After all, it takes time to train core missionaries.

And Blood Mist Star has a population of seven hundred million people.

At this point, Ma Ran glanced at the assembled group, noticed the Academic Society members had a composed demeanor, clearly planning to continue their cultivation on Blood Mist Star for another half month.

Ultimately, his gaze fell on Zhang Qianren: "Although your relatives and friends are under the protection of elite members of the Academic Society everywhere, your tasks have been basically completed."

"If you want to return to Earth first, I can send you back early."

Originally, Su Qiangwei was slurping up a bowl of Ma Ran’s special Star Power beef noodles, but she laid down her chopsticks, gathered a ball of pure water to wipe her mouth, and continued: "The time flow on Blood Mist Star differs from Earth; several years here might only be a few minutes on Earth."

"Earthlings lack neither potential nor talent; the only thing missing is the [time] to realize that potential and talent."

"I suggest you seize this opportunity."

Zhang Qianren, who was about to speak, hesitated for a long while, then sighed, nodding slightly: "Sorry, I was too naive."

"I choose to stay here."

"Right now, my strength is too weak, and I have no capital for being reckless."

Having witnessed Black Tassel’s birth, Zhang Qianren couldn’t help but think of his daughter and wife.

After a month of arduous training, he had transformed from a middle-aged office worker who was clumsy and ignorant of basic skills to a barely competent warrior. After experiencing so much slaughter, wanting to return home and confide in his family was only natural.

In this moment, Zhang Qianren was longing to return home.

But he still suppressed his inner impulse.

Glancing at the surrounding young people, Zhang Qianren chuckled at himself: "To think I’ve lived for so many years, believing I was the most mature one with all my experiences, and initially planned to take care of you all."

"But it turns out that during this period, I found that I was the one being cared for."

"Not being a burden is already the limit of what I can achieve."

"For the next half month, I will train hard to fully absorb the results of this interview and strive to keep up with everyone!"

Zhang Qianren slightly bowed his head, his tone solemn: "I’m counting on all of you!"

Unlike people from Guanlan Country, the Chinese don’t habitually bow; lowering their head is their limit.

Seeing Zhang Qianren’s posture, everyone present felt his determination.

"Very good."

Ma Ran smiled slightly, nodding approvingly: "A person’s change must come from themselves."

"A thousand or ten thousand exhortations from others can’t compare to one’s own realization."

"The Second Generation God of Slaughter, Ti Sheng, has been completely destroyed by me and the Martial God."

"This means that, from now on, the creatures on Blood Mist Star can no longer rapidly increase their combat power through slaughter."

"During this half month, everyone should fully digest their gains, learn from each other, and improve together."

"When we return to Earth, the crises we face will be greater and more numerous than before."

"Everyone..."

"Strive to grow!"

Su Qiangwei, beside him, also nodded slightly, silently echoing him.

Earlier, when Ma Ran mentioned her, he used the title [Martial God], instead of derogatory nicknames like "Su Hanhan" spread by jealous people towards Master Qiangwei.

As the saying goes, you elevate people when you share a sedan; Ma Ran showed respect to Master Qiangwei, and she reciprocated.

...

Half a month later.

On Blood Mist Star, the remaining 12 million devout believers of the God of Slaughter, as diehards, have been completely eliminated.

During this process, Ma Ran, Su Qiangwei, and 98725 did the most killing, while the other Earthly crossover team members, despite their best efforts, only scratched the surface.

The faith dissemination mission is now on the right track, with the missionary training complete. Once Ma Ran returns to Earth, Blood Mist Star will naturally become a true [Game Main God Faith Ranch].

At this moment, the Earth-crossing team’s spirits were renewed; each one was full of energy, clearly having fully absorbed the gains from this trip and recharged, ready to face new challenges at any time.

The expedition to Blood Mist Star took a total of a month and a half. Wu Di and Zhu Hanyi, both comrades and rivals, eagerly competed, both making huge progress.

The others weren’t weak either.

After assessing everyone, Ma Ran leisurely said: "You can go home now!"

...

Thirteen seconds later.

Earth, China.

Beijing, Guangyu Academy, Artificial Superpower Secret Realm.

Ma Ran, Su Qiangwei, Zhu Hanyi, Wu Di, 98725, Black Tassel, Zhang Qianren, Cheng Lixing, Sikong Si, and others appeared simultaneously.

"Back so soon... Did you forget something?"

"Do you think everyone is like you? Your forgetfulness sure outweighs your memory. If it weren’t for your strong mechanician talent, you couldn’t have mingled into the Academic Society!"

"Oh! Such a basic provocation, looking for a fight?"

"Who’s afraid of who! My combat course has already received an ’A middle’ rating! Except for Sikong Si, Cheng Lixing, Du Niange, Lv Xinpei, Jing Xiao, I’m the strongest in the entire training camp in one-on-one battles!"

"Haha, aside from those five, there are more than ten who are ’the strongest’ along with you..."

"Cut the nonsense! Didn’t you notice? Brother Cheng and Boss Sikong seem even stronger now! The pressure they exude is clearly on a different level than before..."

"Whoa! I felt something was off earlier! Thought it was just my imagination..."

"Does that mean they’ve passed their assessment?"

"Really?"

"Not a minute passed! Such efficiency... impressive!"

As a [National Guardian], Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei had private single rooms with dedicated nameplates in academic societies across the country, where daily cleaning was provided by staff, and in any province, they could move in at any time.

Similarly, as a [National Guardian], Judge Wang Shuyin, due to having no body, couldn’t enjoy this kind of benefit.

After briefly exchanging words with the Academic Society members who came up to meet them, Ma Ran returned to his private room.

He planned to enjoy the "Divine Blood Bun."