He glanced at the deep, magnificent starry sky outside his window, his eyes filled with nothing but the purest, most unyielding fighting spirit.
"Alright, time to... clock in for work."
He gave a self-deprecating smile, then turned and walked out of his palace-like dormitory. Without hesitation, he threw himself into the tedious and mundane daily tasks.
No sooner said than done.
As always, Qin Feng was efficient and decisive.
...
For this "General Star," who had just shown himself to be a "monster" among the freshmen, the days that followed were a bit... strange.
「The first day.」
Dubhe Peak, Public Training Ground Number Seven.
A high-intensity Warband combat drill had just ended here, and the entire training ground was a complete mess.
The ground was covered in gouges carved out by blades, and the walls bore the scorched, mottled marks left behind by various energy attacks.
The air was filled with a pungent, chaotic, and violent aura, a mixture of various energies.
Qin Feng appeared.
He wasn’t wearing power armor or holding a Long Spear. Instead, he had changed into a simple gray work uniform and was holding a specially made, energy-absorbing "Spiritual Broom."
He began to diligently clean.
He carefully channeled his Spiritual Energy into the broom, activating the runes on it to absorb and neutralize the violent Energy Aftermath on the ground, bit by bit.
Then, he physically swept away the rubble and dust.
The process was tedious and dull.
But Qin Feng was meticulous.
He even treated the process as a new form of practice, a way to train the fine control of his power.
When he had finished cleaning the entire training ground of tens of thousands of square meters until it was spotless and shining like new, a crisp notification sound chimed from his personal terminal.
[Ding! Daily Task ’Clean the Training Ground’ completed.]
[Task Reward: Contribution Points +1.]
「The fifth day.」
In a Martial Dao class for the second-year students of Class 3 at Canaan Affiliated High School.
A group of teenagers, full of adolescent rebellion and energy, were impatiently waiting for their substitute teacher.
When Qin Feng walked into the classroom, everyone was stunned.
They had been expecting a highly respected, school-appointed teacher, but instead, the person who arrived was a young man who didn’t look much older than they were.
Undisguised, questioning murmurs filled the classroom.
Qin Feng paid them no mind.
He simply walked calmly to the front of the class and then, in front of all the students, began to demonstrate the *Intermediate Imperial Body Refining Method*.
His movements were textbook perfect.
His every exertion of force, every breath, was perfectly synchronized with the technique’s rhythm. An invisible aura emanated from him, causing the noisy classroom to fall instantly silent.
The students, who had just been wearing looks of disdain, were now staring with wide eyes and gaping mouths, as if they were witnessing something incredible.
Because they discovered that the same Body Refining Technique, when performed by this young "substitute teacher," possessed a beauty filled with power and rhythm... like watching a peerless work of art!
A day later, when the class ended, all the students of the second year’s Class 3 watched Qin Feng leave with gazes of near-worship and fanaticism.
And another 2 Contribution Points were added to Qin Feng’s account.
「The fifteenth day.」
Canaan Star, the Arctic Ocean, three thousand meters below the surface.
This was an absolute dead zone, shrouded in endless darkness and terrifying water pressure.
A tiny figure was struggling forward through this deathly silent world.
It was Qin Feng.
At this moment, his terrifying physical body, comparable to that of a Starry Sky Giant Beast, played a crucial role.
The terrifying water pressure was enough to crush a small submarine into a flattened disk, yet it only made him feel a slight sense of heavy restraint.
Following the mission’s guidance, he searched carefully through a pitch-black underwater mountain range.
Finally, he found a patch of strange plants emitting a faint blue light and swaying like seaweed.
Spirit Pattern Sea Star Grass.
He carefully began to harvest it.
...
Two months flashed by in this fulfilling yet busy rhythm.
When Qin Feng dragged his exhausted body back to his palace-like dormitory in the "Stargaze" district, a satisfied smile was on his face.
He opened his personal terminal and glanced at his account balance.
[Contribution Points: 30]
In those two months, he had cleared out every daily task available within his strength range.
The remaining ones either had higher strength requirements that he couldn’t currently meet, or they were tasks he had already completed and had to wait at least a year for them to refresh before he could accept them again.
These hard-earned 30 Contribution Points were his entire "first pot of gold," earned from two months of painstaking "work."
Then came the question.
’How should I spend this "huge sum"?’
’Should I buy a few First-level Killing Techniques to diversify my Combat System? Or save up and buy a Spiritual Energy Bomb Gun to increase my mission efficiency? Or save for a small flyer to solve my "transportation" problem?’
He rejected all of these options in his mind.
For him, at this moment, there was only one answer.
Strength!
’Only one’s own strength is the foundation of everything! Especially at this stage, the most direct and effective way to raise my Hard Power is my Life Force Index!’
’Only after my Life Force Index increases can I challenge more difficult missions, attempt the unfathomable Canaan Tower, compete in the Canaan Newcomer Cup, and advance through the disciple ranks. Only then can I truly increase the efficiency with which I earn Contribution Points!’
Qin Feng didn’t hesitate for a moment.
He immediately opened the Imperial Trading House interface and found the item he had been coveting for a long time.
[Special Grade Spiritual Energy Potion]
[Price: 10 Contribution Points / 1 vial]
He glanced at his "whopping" balance of 30 points, then entered a number in the quantity field that made him wince in pain.
"3".
[Ding!]
[You have successfully purchased ’Special Grade Spiritual Energy Potion’ x 3, spending 30 Contribution Points.]
[The items have been sent to your Subspace Network storage unit. Please check for them.]
As the transaction completed, the balance in his account was instantly wiped clean.
With a thought, three Special Grade Spiritual Energy Potions appeared in Qin Feng’s hand.
The fruits of two months of painstaking labor had, in the blink of an eye, turned into three small potions that pulsed with surging Spiritual Energy.
His account balance was once again 0 Contribution Points.