“My wife and I have decided right to sentence you to a ten-thousand-year summer job.”
Curled up on the ten-mile iron asteroid clutching his swollen backside, Tianfa blinked through his tears and snot, his voice trembling with dread:
“A... a ten-thousand-year summer job?! What kind of brutal Upper-Realm torture is that?! Are you going to chain me inside a solar magma pit, or force me to pull mining carts across the asteroid belt?!”
“Pulling mining carts is an honorable union job belonging to General Tie Shan’s brothers—you aren’t qualified to touch a good pickaxe yet,” Gu Changsheng replied briskly, stepping up to the whimpering former Warden with his hands behind his back.
Before Tianfa could flinch, Gu Changsheng extended two fingers glowing with warm Rank 8 Solar Furnace Qi and tapped four precise acupoints along Tianfa’s dantian, collarbone, and spine:
TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP!
Four golden Parental Disciplinary Seals sank into Tianfa’s meridians, instantly locking down all of his destructive Star-Realm combat power and compressing his martial cultivation firmly down to Rank 3 (Peak Martial). Weak enough that even an ordinary ten-year-old schoolchild on Planet 1 could outrun him!
However, with surgical chef’s precision, Gu Changsheng deliberately left one specific passive meridian circuit unlocked inside Tianfa’s palms and forearms: his Clean Culinary Frost-Condensation Channels. This Passively chilled any pure spring water he touched into crystal-clear, food-grade winter ice!
