[Current Warband Members on Campus: Over 1.12 million.]
[Warband Reputation: A Top 100 Warband at Cannan Star Martial Arts University, Ranked 73rd.]
[Warband Benefits: Bonus Contribution Points for internal missions, instant party matching, priority resource exchange rights...]
[Pass the recruitment assessment to join the Moonlight Warband.]
...
[The ’Mjolnir’ Warband has sent you an invitation...]
[The ’Iron Blood’ Warband has sent you an invitation...]
The endless stream of tempting invitations made Qin Feng’s head spin.
He thought for a moment and decided not to accept any of the Warband invitations for the time being.
Joining a Warband was a major decision. He planned to meet up with Lei Meng, Tie Mu, and the others first to exchange information before making his choice.
He continued scrolling through the forum, and soon, a pinned, gilded post caught his eye.
[The ’Canaan Newcomer Cup’ is about to begin! Registration is now open!]
It’s here!
Qin Feng’s eyes lit up instantly.
According to Hammer’s previous analysis, the Canaan Newcomer Cup was an event prepared exclusively for new students like them—the most rewarding and unmissable competition of all!
He clicked on it without hesitation.
The competition would officially begin in one Imperial Moon.
This event was only held once every ten years.
He immediately clicked to register.
[Please select your competition bracket:]
[Level 4 Martial Artist Bracket]
[Fifth-level Martial Artist Bracket]
[Sixth-level Martial Artist Bracket]
...
Qin Feng glanced at the options. Currently, he could only sign up for the "Level 4 Martial Artist Bracket."
He confirmed his selection and then looked at the reward rules.
What he saw surprised him once again.
[Level 4 Martial Artist Bracket, rewards are as follows:]
[Champion: 10,000 Contribution Points and a mysterious grand prize.]
[Runner-up: 5,000 Contribution Points.]
[Third Place: 3,000 Contribution Points.]
...
[Top 100,000: 10 Contribution Points.]
"The top one hundred thousand participants get a reward of 10 Contribution Points?"
Qin Feng found it a little hard to believe.
’This reward bracket seems far too broad, doesn’t it?’
But he soon came to a realization.
He did a quick calculation.
Cannan Star Martial Arts University admitted roughly 300,000 new students through its regular enrollment assessment every six months.
That was 600,000 a year.
And the Canaan Newcomer Cup was held once every ten years.
Over those ten years, the total number of new students would reach a staggering six million!
These geniuses all cultivated at least an Upper-grade Acupoint Opening Technique, which required opening 108 acupoints.
Even if they were exceptionally talented and had unlimited resources, opening one acupoint every three months on average would still take a full twenty-seven years to break through from Level 4 to Fifth-level!
Moreover, most people couldn’t even reach that speed.
In other words, at any given time, the number of students at Cannan Star Martial Arts University stuck at the Level 4 Martial Artist stage had to be in the tens of millions!
Over twenty million Level 4 Martial Artists competing for 100,000 prize-winning spots.
With that ratio, the competition instantly seemed reasonable, even cruel.
"Looks like those 10 Contribution Points won’t be so easy to earn after all," Qin Feng remarked with a sigh.
Just as he finished registering and was about to look into the competition rules, his personal terminal chimed with a communication alert.
It was a message from Xiong Yanfu.
"Qin Feng! Are you out of seclusion? I saw you replied! A few of us are getting together right now. Coordinates: Food God district, A-07, Taotie Residence. Get here quick!"
Immediately after, messages from Lei Meng and Tie Mu also came in.
Qin Feng smiled and replied with a single word: "Okay."
Then he stood up, walked out of the dorm room where he had been in seclusion for five months, and sped toward the Food God district.
The Food God district of Cannan Star Martial Arts University was one of the most bustling and lively areas on the entire campus.
Here, a vast array of delicacies from thousands of civilizations across the cosmos was gathered.
Whether it was a top-tier feast cooked from the flesh and blood of a Starry Sky Giant Beast, brimming with immense Spiritual Energy;
Or a peculiar drink concocted from the fruit of some unknown plant on a remote planet—as long as you had enough Contribution Points or Imperial Coins, you could taste almost anything here.
Taotie Residence was one such place, a renowned restaurant in the Food God district famous for cooking with all kinds of ingredients rich in Spiritual Energy.
When Qin Feng arrived at the entrance of Taotie Residence, Xiong Yanfu, Lei Meng, and Tie Mu were already waiting for him at a private booth by the window.
"Brother Qin! Over here!"
The sharp-eyed Lei Meng was the first to spot Qin Feng. He immediately shot to his feet, waving his arm excitedly.
Qin Feng smiled faintly and walked over.
The moment he sat down, he was greeted by a rich, refreshing aroma—a mixture of various pure energies.
On the large table before them, crafted from smooth, warm jade, was a dazzling and sumptuous feast, a complete banquet for the senses.
There were platters of roasted meat from some unknown Exotic Beast, shimmering with a faint halo; bowls of thick soup in crystal vessels, sparkling like brilliant stars; and pitchers of vibrant juice, emitting a fruity, woody fragrance and wisps of cold air...
Just by smelling the aroma, Qin Feng could feel every cell in his body, weary from intense secluded cultivation, jumping for joy.
It was humanity’s most primal appetite.
"Come on, come on, Qin Feng, have a seat! We were just waiting for you!"
As the host, Xiong Yanfu cheerfully gestured for Qin Feng to sit down, then thumped his chest proudly.