“Ah, yes, hero, I’m a hero for fun,” the bald man explained to Ji Fa with a serious expression.

The bald man is the protagonist of One-Punch Man, a B-class hero, though his true strength actually surpasses that of an SSS-class hero.

When Li Daoyi drew the Saitama character trial card, he was really startled. He couldn't help but touch his hair on the spot. Naturally, he didn't dare to experience this guy, so he started to merge with the puppet doll. He successfully obtained Saitama's true spirit in just three times, which was much faster than merging with Wutian.

According to the system's prompts, Saitama was invincible in his original world and had the power to destroy a planet with a single punch. However, this is the Primordial World, where the density of matter is different from the universe Saitama inhabits. Therefore, his current strength is not yet sufficient to destroy a planet in the Primordial World. But as his body adapts and his limiter is broken through again, Saitama will be able to reach the Saint level in the future. Of course, this only applies to his physical body, since his soul is just a mortal.

The system cannot accurately assess Saitama's strength at present, because his strength has been gradually increasing since he appeared in the world of gods and immortals. Moreover, he has a special attribute: his strength doubles when dealing with non-human races.

Li Daoyi valued this characteristic, which is why he sent him to infiltrate Xiqi.

"Are you a cultivator?" Ji Fa asked curiously.

“A cultivator? Hmm... This is troublesome. I don’t even know who I am. I’m just a hero, the kind who fights bad guys. Hey bro, do you know where there are any monsters?” Saitama said.

"Strange person? You mean a monster? Then you must be a cultivator. I can sense that you are very powerful." Ji Fa nodded.

Just then, the waiter brought over a tray with five dishes and a large bowl of rice on it.

Saitama, who had been looking listless, suddenly became energetic after the food was served.

"Please enjoy your meal, sir."

"Ha, Chinese food! I haven't had it in ages. It smells amazing!" Saitama exclaimed excitedly.

"I won't stand on ceremony."

After saying that, he started eating, nodding repeatedly as he ate, clearly enjoying the food.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the plates on the table were completely clean.

Saitama patted his belly contentedly and gave the waiter a thumbs up.

"By the way, you just said you'd pay for me?" Saitama looked at Himeka beside him.

"Yes."

"That's perfect. Can you find me a place to stay? Don't worry, I'll repay you. Do you have any enemies or any troubles? I can help you solve them," Qi Yu said, waving his fist.

Ji Fa was speechless. He felt that the person in front of him was not normal, but he seemed to be very serious.

Soon, Ji Fa brought Qi Yu back to the Marquis's residence.

"Oh...this is your house? It's huge," Saitama said, somewhat surprised.

“Brother Qiyu, you can stay at the Marquis’s residence for now. As for any enemies or strange people, I don’t have any,” Ji Fa said.

"No? That's troublesome. I can't owe you a favor. Wait a minute." Saitama said, taking off his linen coat to reveal a beige bodysuit and a cape. He put the cape in his pocket.

"Ah, I've got it. Consider this a thank-you gift." Saitama handed a lollipop to the dazed Himeha, which was given to him by Momo when he left Chaoge.

"ah..."

Qi Yu yawned as he walked into the Marquis's residence. The guards at the gate did not stop him when they saw that it was their young master who had brought him.

"Hey, buddy, let's go. I'm tired, I've been running all day," Saitama said, turning around as if he didn't consider himself an outsider.

"Alright, alright, I'll take you to the guest room." Ji Fa put away the lollipop in his hand and quickly followed him inside.

The news that Ji Fa had brought back a strangely dressed person quickly reached the ears of Ji Chang, the Marquis of Xibo.

"A bald man? Is he a Taoist practitioner?" Ji Chang asked.

“Reporting to Your Excellency, it doesn’t seem like it. I didn’t sense any cultivation aura on that person. He seems to be just an ordinary person. Hmm, he’s very sturdy and strong.” A man in black replied, kneeling on the ground.

“Hey, Fa’er has changed completely since he came back from Chaoge last time. He hasn’t been involved in the affairs of the Marquis’s mansion for the past few years. Shadow, what do you think is wrong with Fa’er?” Marquis Ji Chang of Xibo asked the man in black.

“My lord, the second young master is kind-hearted and only nineteen years old. Perhaps in two years he will take the initiative to take on the affairs of the Marquis’s mansion. My lord, please give him some time,” said the man in black named Shadow.

"Alright, you can go now. Have someone protect the Second Young Master, and also send someone to investigate the background of that bald man."

"Yes, Lord Marquis." After saying this, the figure in black got up to leave.

"Wait a minute," Ji Chang called out.

The shadowy figure quickly bowed again.

"The Marquis of Nanbo has sent a letter. He will be coming to Xiqi in a few days. Make preparations and make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Yes," the shadowy figure quickly replied, then slowly retreated.

Now Ji Chang was the only one in the house, staring blankly out the window.

"Fa'er, what are you thinking? Sigh..." Ji Chang sighed deeply.

The next morning, after washing up, Ji Fa did not go to pay his respects to his father, but instead went to the small courtyard where Saitama lived, as if possessed.

"Seventy-eight."

"Seventy-nine."

"eighty."

"Eighty-one."

As Ji Fa approached the courtyard, he heard Saitama counting inside. Curious, he pushed open the door and went in. He saw Saitama supporting himself on the ground with his hands, making a strange up-and-down motion, and counting continuously.

Saitama glanced at Himekashi, then continued doing push-ups.

"Ninety-nine."

"one hundred."

"Done."

Saitama straightened up, his face showing no reaction.

"What were you doing just now?" Ji Fa asked curiously.

"Exercise, you have to exercise every day, that's how you keep your body healthy and strong," Saitama said, patting his biceps.

"Oh right, I'm going for a run, wanna come along?" Saitama asked.

"Run...run?" Ji Fa was taken aback.

"Yes, this is also my method of training." Saitama nodded.

Ji Fa's eyes lit up immediately. Cultivation? This person is indeed a cultivator.

“Okay, I’ll go with you,” Ji Fa said excitedly.

On the street, Saitama was carrying a bunch of food and eating as he walked, while Ji Fa followed behind with a bitter face. This guy was really unreliable; he couldn't move after just seeing the food for sale.

“Actually, it’s fine to eat something before you start training,” Saitama said.

"Yes, yes, yes." Ji Fa nodded mindlessly.

Before long, the two had reached the outskirts of the city. There were many people on the official road, and everyone recognized Ji Fa, but they all bowed from a distance and did not approach him.

"Clang, clang."

Just then, a group of people came from the main road. The leader was a fat man, followed by dozens of ragged people. Without exception, all of them had their feet chained. These people were slaves.

Saitama suddenly stopped eating and looked at the group of people with some curiosity.

Ji Fa's expression also changed, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, which then turned into helplessness.

"Oh, isn't this the Second Young Master?" The fat man walked over with a smile after seeing Ji Fa.

A hint of disgust flashed in Ji Fa's eyes.

"Hu Er, have you sent someone to your uncle again?" Ji Fa said coldly.

"Haha, Second Young Master is wise. We don't have enough slaves at the western salt fields, so I'm sending some over tonight," the fat man laughed.

Ji Fa nodded, not intending to have much interaction with this person, and walked to Saitama's side.

“Let’s go,” Ji Fa said.

Saitama didn't speak, he just nodded but his gaze remained fixed on the slaves.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and move!" the fat man shouted back.

The slaves staggered forward once again.

"thump..."

"Splash..."

After walking a few steps, a thin girl suddenly collapsed to the ground, dragging down the people in front of and behind her.

"Damn it, get up! Stop pretending to be dead!" Fatty Hu Er brandished his whip and lashed out at the little girl on the ground.

"Stop!" Ji Fa couldn't help but shout.

"call out..."

A figure appeared in front of the fat man in an instant and grabbed his right hand that was holding the whip.

"You..." The fat man was startled; this person was none other than Saitama.

Saitama stared at the fat man with emotionless eyes, and the fat man immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

At this moment, the girl was helped up by her companion.

The fat man looked at Ji Fa, then at Saitama.

"Grandpa, it hurts, I won't hit you, I won't hit you, let go, let go," the fat man said with a fawning smile.

Saitama then released his grip, glanced at the girl, and turned to continue walking forward.

Ji Fa hesitated for a moment, glared at Hu Er, and hurriedly chased after him.

The two walked one after the other without speaking for a long time until there were no more pedestrians on the official road.

"Are they slaves?" Saitama asked.

"Uh...yes." Ji Fa nodded.

Saitama stopped in his tracks.

“I can feel that you care about those people,” Saitama said.

“They are human beings too, and they shouldn’t be treated like this,” Ji Fa said in a low voice.

Saitama smiled.

“Yes, we’re all human. I can sense the powerlessness in your heart, the same feeling I had when I encountered the Crab Man back then,” Saitama said.

"It's a terrible feeling to want to do something but be powerless to do it," Saitama continued.

“Saitama, you…” Ji Fa stared blankly at Saitama. Just now, he suddenly felt a slight fluctuation in Saitama’s emotions, which had been completely devoid of feeling.

"Ah, really, why are you saying all this? We're here to exercise, so are you ready, Hime-hime-kun?" Saitama's expression suddenly turned serious.

“Running? I’m ready.” Ji Fa nodded.

"Okay, next up, a 10-kilometer trail run without weights."

"Ready, go."

"Bang..."

As soon as Saitama finished speaking, a loud bang suddenly resounded from the ground. Then, Saitama disappeared like a rocket, leaving behind a large crater more than ten meters in diameter. Ji Fa was standing on the edge of the crater, covered in dust, looking at the official road. Saitama was nowhere to be seen.

"Ten...ten...ten kilometers?" Ji Fa was completely dumbfounded. At this speed, ten kilometers would be reached in the blink of an eye.