She quickly opened her personal terminal and added Qin Feng as a friend on the Subspace Network.
"Thank you, Qin Feng!"
After adding him as a friend, Hou Yuwei was completely satisfied.
Qin Feng smiled and nodded, saying nothing more before turning and heading straight for home.
...
The familiar residential building, the familiar hallway.
Qin Feng stood at his front door and entered the password.
"CLICK."
The door opened.
A warm, familiar scent washed over him.
In the living room, his father, Qin Dahai, was sitting on the somewhat worn-out sofa, engrossed in the Imperial military news playing on the old television mounted on the wall.
Hearing the door open, he instinctively turned his head.
When he saw that it was the son he had been thinking of day and night, he first froze, then shot up from the sofa, his face filled with surprise.
"Son! How are you back so soon?!"
"Dad."
Qin Feng looked at his father’s familiar face, and a warmth spread through his heart. In that moment, all his fatigue and travels melted away.
He walked forward and gave his father a tight, solid hug.
The father and son exchanged pleasantries for a while, the smile never leaving Qin Dahai’s face.
He held onto Qin Feng, looking him up and down while muttering, "You’ve gotten taller," and "You’re sturdier now."
Then, he slapped his thigh.
"You wait here! You haven’t eaten yet, have you? I’ll go out and get you something good! I’ll buy that highest-grade fiend beast meat to help you recover your strength!"
As he spoke, he started to get up to leave.
"Dad, don’t rush."
Qin Feng stopped him, then opened his personal terminal and started operating it directly.
Soon, a crisp notification sound chimed from Qin Dahai’s terminal.
[Your account has received a transfer: 800,000 Imperial Coins.]
Qin Dahai was completely stunned when he saw the string of numbers.
"S-Son, what is this? This is so much money!"
"Dad, it’s for you."
Qin Feng calmly explained, "The total cash prize for winning the Morning Light General Star was ten million Imperial Coins. However, I bought some resources and Cultivation Techniques for my future training, as well as various permissions for the Subspace Network, which cost a total of nine million one hundred thousand. I have nine hundred thousand left."
"I’m giving you eight hundred thousand to use. Haven’t you also been persisting with your training? From now on, don’t skimp. Buy the best Martial Dao cultivation resources you need. Your health is the most important thing."
Hearing his son’s words, Qin Dahai’s heart was filled with both relief and a touch of heartache.
"What about you? You’re only keeping one hundred thousand. Is that enough?"
He quickly asked, wanting to transfer the money back. "You’re about to go to Cannan Star Martial Arts University. The cost of living there must be high! If you give all the money to me, what will you do?"
"Dad, don’t worry."
Qin Feng pressed down on his father’s hand and said with a smile, "I have enough. Besides, once I reach Level 4 Martial Artist, I can start accepting Imperial missions. There will be plenty of ways to make money then. Just take it and don’t worry."
Looking at his son’s firm, unquestionable gaze, Qin Dahai finally relented.
He nodded heavily, his eyes growing moist again.
"Alright... I’ll listen to you."
He accepted the money and then went out to buy groceries and meat.
He was going to cook a grand feast to welcome his son home.
Qin Feng watched his father’s departing figure with a gentle smile on his face.
He sat back down on the old, peeling sofa, sinking deep into its cushions.
All around him was the familiar scent of home.
Outside the window was the familiar clamor of the city.
In this moment, he felt a rare and unprecedented sense of peace and security.
After a while, a thought crossed his mind, and he summoned his Intelligent Assistant.
The palm-sized, chibi-style, red-and-white Little Flying Dragon, Hammer, materialized in mid-air.
"Hammer."
Qin Feng asked, "Help me run a search. A Third-level Martial Artist was severely injured by a Flame Demon’s Flame Breath, leading to the amputation of an arm. After the fire poison is completely purged from the body, what methods are there to regenerate the severed limb?"
This had been a long-standing obsession of his.
’Regenerate Dad’s arm!’
"Understood, Master. Now searching the Imperial Database for you..."
Streams of data flickered rapidly in Hammer’s golden eyes.
A few seconds later, it provided a precise answer.
"Based on your description, the most effective method with no side effects is to use ’T-3 Type Gene Regeneration Liquid.’"
"This Regeneration Liquid must be exchanged for ’Imperial Contribution Points,’ with a standard value of 100 Contribution Points per vial. Based on the injuries you described, Hammer recommends using two vials of Regeneration Liquid to ensure the regenerated arm can be perfectly restored to its peak condition. At the same time, during the regeneration period, it is best to supplement with high-grade Spiritual Energy Potions and Subordinate Spirit Recovery Potions to replenish the consumption of life energy and Mental Power."
’Imperial Contribution Points?’
Qin Feng nodded slightly, a new goal forming in his mind.
He looked at Hammer, recalling the Nurgle Champion Kro from Purgatory-IV Planet who had shaken his spirit, and asked another question:
"Hammer, help me search for one more thing. A Second Level Martial Artist veteran who fought against the Alien Race on the Empire’s borders for their entire life—about how many Imperial Contribution Points would that be worth?"
"Command received. Now performing an estimation for you..."
Hammer once again entered a state of high-speed computation.
"Building estimation model... Assumption: Combat duration of 40 Imperial Years, combat environment is a medium-intensity border battlefield, opponents are same-level Alien Races..."