"Don’t hold back, everyone dig in! This one’s on me!"
He picked up a glistening, golden-brown skewer with the wing of some unknown beast, handed it to Qin Feng, and explained, "These dishes might not be as pure in energy as the Grade 4 nutrient meals we usually eat, but the flavor is incredible! Plus, they’re all made with real Spiritual Energy ingredients, so they still provide some nourishment for our bodies. But the most important thing is..."
He gave a little wink, lowered his voice, and said in a slightly boastful tone, "You can buy all this stuff directly with Imperial Coins!"
Qin Feng couldn’t help but chuckle at his words.
He knew this was Xiong Yanfu’s way of venting his Resentment toward Contribution Points.
Sure enough, when Tiemu, who was standing nearby, heard the two words "Imperial Coin," an incredibly complex and sentimental expression flickered across his usually calm face.
He picked up the fragrant glass of juice in front of him, downed it in one gulp, and then let out a long sigh.
"Fatty Xiong is right. Back on our home planets, weren’t we all holding tens, even hundreds of millions of Imperial Coins, feeling like we were fabulously wealthy? But here..."
His voice was full of self-deprecation.
"Now we have to sweep streets and babysit kids just for one or two Contribution Points. When you put it that way, spending Imperial Coins doesn’t feel painful at all anymore."
His words instantly resonated with everyone present.
Lei Meng, feeling it even more keenly, slammed his hand on the table and said indignantly, "You’re damn right! Back on Thunder Stone Star, I, Lei Meng, was a General Star whose word was law! And what happened when I got here? In my first month, my very first mission was to work as a manual laborer for half a month for a senior student learning Artifact Refining—all just to earn a measly 3 Contribution Points! If word of this got back home, I’d be too ashamed to show my face!"
They had once been the proud prodigies of their respective home worlds, looking down on the masses.
But now, at Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University, they were just grunts scrambling to make ends meet.
This massive drop in status left these proud, arrogant geniuses feeling deeply aggrieved.
As they all complained about their "miserable" work experiences over the past two months, they feasted with gusto.
The emotions they had suppressed for so long were finally vented at this gathering.
After several rounds of drinks and dishes.
Once everyone had eaten their fill, the conversation naturally turned to the serious business they were all most concerned with: their cultivation.
As if by unspoken agreement, everyone’s eyes turned to Qin Feng first.
In their minds, Qin Feng was the undisputed benchmark for their group.
Qin Feng didn’t hold back. Looking at their expectant gazes, he calmly stated his cultivation progress over the last two months.
"I exchanged the 30 Contribution Points I earned for high-grade Spiritual Energy Potions. My life force index just reached 50.0. I’ve successfully opened two Great Sun Acupoints."
The moment he spoke, a deathly silence fell over the table.
The piece of roasted meat on Lei Meng’s chopsticks froze in mid-air.
The smile on Xiong Yanfu’s chubby face completely froze.
Even the pupils of Tiemu, who was always the most composed, constricted in an instant.
Two Great Sun Acupoints!
A life force index of 50.0!
’Is he even f*cking human?!’
"Did I hear that right?"
Lei Meng stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth and asked, his words muffled, "Bro... Brother Qin, did you say you opened... two acupoints?"
Qin Feng nodded.
"A monster... he’s truly a monster..."
Xiong Yanfu looked at Qin Feng.
He gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and shared his own progress. "In the past two months, besides doing missions, I also spent a month in seclusion. And what’s the result? I’ve only just managed to construct half of the first Acupoint Shell Prototype. I haven’t even reached the stage of filling it with Spiritual Energy."
"Same here."
Lei Meng hung his head in frustration. "That thing is too damn hard! Building that Acupoint Shell requires more precision than embroidery! I’m all thumbs, and I tried hundreds of times without success. I couldn’t stand sitting still any longer, so I came out to do missions."
The only one who had fared slightly better was Tiemu.
He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "I’m a little ahead of you. It took me a month to finish opening my first acupoint. But I’m still a long way from filling it completely. I estimate it will take at least another month. My life force index is currently at 32."
After hearing this, the group fell silent once again.
Tiemu, the fastest among them, had only managed to open a single acupoint, and it wasn’t even completely full.
And yet, Qin Feng was already leagues ahead, having completely finished his second one.
It was a crushing blow, an attack from a higher dimension.
Of course, they could all guess why Qin Feng had made such monstrous progress. Besides his monster-level talent and physique, the more important factor was likely his incredibly tenacious mentality, which far surpassed that of any ordinary person.
’When they were running off to do missions and relax because they couldn’t stand the tedious cultivation, Qin Feng must have locked himself away in his palace-like dormitory. He probably never took a single step outside, squeezing every last minute and second for all it was worth, pouring everything into his training.’