As Qin Feng’s figure finally vanished into the endless stream of people at the Central Transmission Hub, the cold Evil Qi from the battlefield that clung to him quietly subsided, retreating beneath the surface of his calm, which was as placid as a still well.
He didn’t teleport directly back to the dormitories. Instead, he boarded the campus’s fully automated maglev train, which carried him through several vast zones, each with a distinct style and function.
The scenery outside the window blurred as it rushed past. He saw training grounds overflowing with killing intent, where countless suits of power armor were locked in one-on-one combat;
he saw verdant eco-parks where rare Spirit Plants thrived under simulated sunlight;
and he saw research towers that pierced the clouds, their spires glinting with a light that spoke of wisdom beyond mortal grasp.
This was Cannan Star Martial Arts University, a vast city-state that fused war, cultivation, and cutting-edge technology.
Eventually, the train slowed to a stop in a district known as "Stargaze."
Qin Feng stepped off the maglev train and started on the path back to his dormitory.
The air was filled with the faint, fresh scent of plants and trees, a fragrance that subconsciously eased taut nerves.
He arrived in front of his private, standalone dormitory.
It was a sleek, silver-gray metal building. Though its footprint was small, it exuded a high-tech aesthetic.
"Identity confirmed. Qin Feng, welcome back."
A cold, synthesized electronic voice chimed as the dormitory’s alloy door slid silently apart.
He stepped inside, and the door slid shut behind him, sealing off the outside world.
This was a space that was entirely his own.
Qin Feng walked to the meditation cushion in the center of the room, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes. He quickly replayed the harrowing battle in his mind, and only after confirming he hadn’t missed any details did he slowly open his eyes and begin to take stock of his gains.
He opened his personal data panel.
[Contribution Points Balance: 71]
[Fearless Warband Reputation: 100]
Looking at these two numbers, Qin Feng felt a comforting sense of satisfaction.
’First, let’s see what the difference is between the exchange channels in the Imperial Trading House and the ones internal to the Warband.’
With that thought, Qin Feng prepared to open the Subspace Network to enter the two disparate trading platforms and compare them.
As the top-ranked Warband at Cannan Star Martial Arts University, the Fearless Warband’s internal resource pool was bound to have its own unique advantages.
However, just as his mind was about to tap the "Imperial Trading House" icon...
VMM—
On his personal interface, a golden avatar representing his "Master" suddenly began to flash intensely, in a way that was impossible to ignore. A compulsory message window then popped up in the center of his vision.
It was a message from his master, the Star System-level Powerhouse—Yu Han.
The message was extremely brief, its tone suggesting a mass announcement sent to all disciples.
[The Disciple Division Promotion Tournament will close in 72 hours, Imperial Standard Time.]
[The next tournament will be held in ten years.]
[Please make the most of this opportunity.]
Three short sentences, yet they carried an immense amount of information.
Qin Feng froze on the spot.
’Disciple Division Promotion Tournament?’
’What is this? When did it start?’
’Why don’t I remember anything about it?’
He quickly sifted through his memories, searching for any information since his enrollment.
Ever since becoming Yu Han’s Registered Disciple, his mysterious master had never initiated contact. And he, preoccupied with earning Contribution Points and improving his strength, had almost never opened the private channel for a master who was his in name only.
A moment’s thought was all it took for him to understand.
’This promotion tournament most likely started before I even enrolled.’
As a new student who had been enrolled for less than a year, it made perfect sense that he had missed the initial announcement for the tournament.
Furthermore, feeling his own strength was still lacking, he hadn’t wanted to disturb the exalted Star System-level master. Thus, he had never taken the initiative to check the information within the private channel.
If not for this final, mass-sent "urgent reminder" from Yu Han, he likely would have missed out on this once-a-decade tournament entirely.
Qin Feng’s interest was immediately piqued.
He quickly opened a sub-page within his master’s private channel and began searching for the detailed rules of the "Disciple Division Promotion Tournament."
Soon, line after line of clear regulations materialized on his light screen.
[Cannan Star Martial Arts University - Master Yu Han’s Disciple Division Promotion Rules]
[Disciple Tiers: Official Disciple, Elite Disciple, Core Disciple, Direct Disciple.]
[Promotion Rules: Within the master’s private channel dueling platform, select the "Promotion Match" mode.
The system will automatically match you with a disciple from a higher tier for a virtual duel.
Defeat your opponent to successfully advance to their tier and receive the corresponding rewards.]
[Special Regulation: All disciples participating in the promotion matches must fight with their full strength. Holding back, throwing the match, or competing passively in any form is strictly forbidden.
If the master or the system judges that a violation has occurred, the offender will be permanently expelled from Cannan Star Martial Arts University and barred from re-enrollment for life.]
[Promotion Rewards:]
[Promotion to Elite Disciple: Reward of 500 Contribution Points. Gain the right to consult the master on cultivation matters once every ten years.]
Reading through the rules, especially the rewards for promotion, Qin Feng’s breath hitched.
Contribution Points!
Just for advancing from Official Disciple to Elite Disciple, the reward was a staggering 500 Contribution Points!
And that wasn’t even mentioning the right to a consultation "once every ten years."