Qin Feng closed the chat window with Xiong Yanfu.
His attention shifted from his Imperial Coin account to another item—the most important reward he’d received from the Newcor’s Cup.
—Contribution Points.
3,018 points.
Looking at this number, Qin Feng’s breathing beca a little ragged.
3,000 Contribution Points!
To him, this was a truly massive sum!
It was the greatest guarantee that his strength would skyrocket in the coming years!
He recalled his already depleted [Special-Grade Spiritual Energy Potions] and the nurous closed-door cultivation sessions where he’d suffered excruciating pain from the potion’s impact, only to experience a leap in strength.
’The *Great Sun Acupoint Opening thod* requires energy equivalent to about 2.5 [Special-Grade Spiritual Energy Potions] to open a single Great Sun Acupoint.’
Qin Feng’s mind began to calculate at a stunning speed.
’3,000 Contribution Points can be exchanged for a full 300 [Special-Grade Spiritual Energy Potions].’
’In other words, these Contribution Points are enough for to open another 120 Great Sun Acupoints.’
’Of course, that’s the ideal scenario. I’ll still have to spend so Contribution Points on resources to accelerate my cultivation. Otherwise, just forcing the one hundred and twenty Great Sun Acupoints open would take decades.’
’If I have enough ntal recovery potions and dicated Bath Packages, then one hundred and twenty Great Sun Acupoints would only take a little over ten years.’
’But that’s still not enough.’
Qin Feng’s gaze quickly regained its calm.
’My goal is to walk a path in thirty years that takes others a hundred. In other words, within thirty years, I must open all three hundred and sixty Great Sun Acupoints to Perfection!’
’Ten years have passed, and I’ve opened 50. In the remaining twenty years, I need to open 310 more. That’s an average of 155 every ten years.’
’At my current efficiency in closed-door cultivation, factoring in potion absorption and my body’s recovery ti, opening 25 Great Sun Acupoints at full tilt would take about three years.’
...
A clear, yet arduous, cultivation roadmap slowly unfolded in Qin Feng’s mind.
"Based on my rate of opening twenty-six acupoints in three years of seclusion, to open a full one hundred Great Sun Acupoints would take... roughly ten years."
He muttered to himself, his eyes glinting with contemplation.
"This speed is already incredibly fast."
"But I still can’t open all the Great Sun Acupoints in thirty years. Sigh—I need higher-grade resources!"
Qin Feng shook his head.
’Actually, breaking through in forty years would also be acceptable.’
’I’ll just have to do my best and seize every mont!’
’The Disciple Group Promotion Tournant is in just over ten days.’
He thought of his ntor, Yu Han, that unfathomable Star System-level Powerhouse.
Although Yu Han had been forcibly assigned as his ntor, aside from a single appearance when he first enrolled, he had never shown up again, let alone offered any form of guidance.
Qin Feng wasn’t resentful. He knew that an existence like Yu Han couldn’t possibly teach him step-by-step like a high school teacher.
And in this upcoming Disciple Group Promotion Tournant, if he could successfully advance to beco an elite disciple, he would earn the official opportunity to receive face-to-face guidance from his ntor once every ten years.
’Face-to-face guidance from a Star System-level Powerhouse, even if it’s just a single sentence, is probably worth far more than several thousand Contribution Points.’
Qin Feng was filled with anticipation for this.
’So, the plan for what’s next is clear.’
’First, I’ll call my father and transfer the money to put his mind at ease.’
’Then, I’ll use the remaining ten-plus days to go all-out and challenge the Canaan Tower!’
A blazing battle intent ignited in his eyes.
On one hand, it was to test the limits of his current Combat Power and to hone his "Wind and Thunder Staff" technique, which had just entered the Control Realm.
On the other hand, it was, of course... to earn Contribution Points!
Every floor of the Canaan Tower awarded Contribution Points. Although the amount wasn’t large, every little bit adds up, and it would beco a huge fortune.
More importantly, honing his combat techniques in the tower was far more efficient than just sitting and cultivating statically.
With his plan complete, Qin Feng’s mind was completely at ease.
His consciousness entered the Subspace Network.
As expected, the mont he went online, his friend request list was hit by what seed like a data flood, instantly refreshing with thousands upon thousands of new requests.
All sorts of avatars and nas nearly caused the light screen to burst.
Qin Feng rely gave it a calm glance before selecting "Ignore All."
He wasn’t a celebrity; he didn’t need fans.
Adding these strangers he’d t by chance would only be a distraction.
However, just as he was about to close the list, a familiar yet sowhat distant na made his finger, poised to click "Ignore," freeze in mid-air.
[Friend Request: Shi Dang. ssage: None.]
Shi Dang.
The na was like a key, instantly unlocking a mory for Qin Feng that had been gathering dust from his ti on Qiming Star.
Star River Military High School, of mixed Stone Race blood.
The rival he had defeated with lightning speed in the finals of the Newcor King Competition all those years ago, a face full of unwillingness and defiance.
Later, he was also the one who defeated Shi Potian, winning the title of "Qiming General Star"—a symbol of the highest honor for the younger generation on Qiming Star—a full year before Shi Potian himself.
After that, he enrolled in Cannan Star Martial Arts University.
According to Shi Potian, Shi Dang’s Stone Race bloodline was still developing and was extrely powerful; his physical potential was said to be no weaker than that of a Gold-standard human.
Co to think of it, they both ca from Qiming Star, making them hotown folks in the truest sense.
But that feeling of kinship was a little thin.
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