For the next two years, Qin Feng completely transford into the most precise, most efficient mission machine.
He was no longer fixated on challenging Canaan Tower, instead pouring all his ti and energy into the seemingly endless list of missions.
Qin Feng began executing missions.
He fought alongside heavy gunners specializing in positional warfare, intercepting fleets of Interstellar Pirates within a teorite Belt.
He joined forces with the Warband’s elite squad to annihilate a fallen family holed up in an abandoned space station, a family that worshipped a Chaos Evil God.
In his life, two years felt like little more than flipping through a few mission briefings.
The cold void of space, howling starships, and blood-soaked battlefields—these beca the sum of his existence.
「Two years later.」
When Qin Feng once again returned to Cannan Star Martial Arts University, back to his quiet dorm room, a barely perceptible ripple finally disturbed his otherwise placid expression.
He opened his personal assets panel. Looking at the numbers displayed there, he had only a single thought.
’It’s enough.’
[Na]: Qin Feng
[Contribution Points]: 4,409
[Fearless Warband Reputation]: 5,000
It was more than enough.
Two years of his life, traded for what amounted to a fortune.
Now, it was ti to turn these cold numbers into stepping stones toward a higher realm.
Qin Feng sat in his dorm room, in no rush to act.
He first spent half a day using the *Great Sun Visualization thod* and the *Emperor ditation thod* to wash away every trace of fatigue accumulated over two years of relentless work. He restored his mind to a state of absolute, pristine clarity.
Then, he opened the exchange interface for the Imperial Trading House.
It was a virtual screen, deceptively simple yet all-encompassing.
Innurable items swirled across the screen like a galaxy of stars.
Qin Feng’s gaze didn’t linger for even a second on the dazzling array of Divine Artifacts, Battle Armor, or Secret Techniques.
His objective had been crystal clear from the start.
First, he opened the exclusive list for Reputation exchanges.
[Item for Exchange: Enhanced Type-I Spiritual Energy Potion]
[Description: ...]
[Price: 20 Contribution Points / 1 vial or 20 Reputation Points / 1 vial]
[Quantity: 250 vials]
[Paynt thod: Fearless Warband Reputation]
[Total: -5,000 Reputation Points]
[Confirm Exchange?]
"Confirm."
Qin Feng confird without a mont’s hesitation.
His Fearless Warband Reputation instantly dropped to zero, yet he remained completely unfazed.
’Reputation is ultimately just a form of honor and purchasing power within the Warband system. Contribution Points, on the other hand, are a hard currency accepted throughout the entire Empire. More importantly, the follow-up Cultivation Technique to the legendary *Great Sun Acupoint Opening thod*—the *Great Sun Qi ridian thod*—can only be purchased with a massive amount of Contribution Points. No amount of Reputation, no matter how high, will do. Therefore, I have to spend my Reputation first.’
Next, he switched to the Contribution Points exchange interface.
[Item for Exchange: Enhanced Type-I Deep Repair dicated Bath Package]
[Description: ...]
[Price: 10 Contribution Points / package]
[Quantity: 160 packages]
[Paynt thod: Contribution Points]
[Total: -1,600 Contribution Points]
[Confirm Exchange?]
"Confirm."
[Item for Exchange: Enhanced Type-I ntal Power Recovery Potion]
[Description: ...]
[Price: 20 Contribution Points / vial]
[Quantity: 80 vials]
[Paynt thod: Contribution Points]
[Total: -1,600 Contribution Points]
[Confirm Exchange?]
"Confirm."
Following the final confirmation, the Contribution Point balance on Qin Feng’s personal terminal plumted from 4,409 to 1,209.
A single lavish purchase instantly consud over seventy percent of what he had painstakingly accumulated over two years.
But his heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and peace.
The potions and dicated bath packages, each sealed in a special alloy case, were precisely teleported to his Subspace Storage Unit. Qin Feng took them out one by one, arranging them in his Martial Arts Room.
Staring at the mountain of cultivation resources before him, a blazing fire ignited in Qin Feng’s eyes.
Everything was ready.
What followed would be a period of arduous cultivation, with only solitude for company.
He walked to his dorm’s control console and activated the highest-level seclusion mode.
The heavy alloy door slowly descended, cutting off all light and sound from the outside world.
The dormitory’s life support system, energy circulation system, and the Cultivation Room’s Defense Field were all calibrated to their highest levels.
The entire dormitory transford into a cocoon, isolated from the world.
And within this cocoon, he would complete his most important tamorphosis.
Ti lost all aning.
The turning of the sun, moon, and stars, the turbulent changes of the outside world—none of it had any bearing on this small Cultivation Room.
Here, there was only eternal darkness and Qin Feng’s Martial Arts Heart, as steadfast as a star.
On the first day of his seclusion, Qin Feng downed a vial of the Enhanced Type-I Spiritual Energy Potion.
BOOM!
A torrent of Spiritual Energy instantly erupted throughout his body!
It didn’t feel like gentle nourishnt. It was more like having his body filled with molten lava, like a star detonating within him!
Every cell in his body shrieked. Every inch of his ridians was violently torn apart and forcibly widened by the rampaging energy.
Agony! Excruciating, soul-tearing agony!
But Qin Feng’s expression didn’t so much as twitch.
Honed by the *Emperor ditation thod*, his Will was already as unyielding as Divine Iron.
Enduring the pain that would have made an ordinary Martial Artist instantly pass out or even suffer a complete ntal collapse, Qin Feng circulated the *Great Sun Acupoint Opening thod*. He guided the violent torrent of energy and launched a do-or-die assault against the barrier of the next unopened Great Sun Acupoint!
’Open... for !’
A roar from the depths of his soul.
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