He knew full well that for this mission, a mix of "cooperation and competition," the more thorough their preparations, the farther his squad could advance, the higher their clearing efficiency, and ultimately, the larger their slice of the pie.
He had done the math.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng accepted every daily task available.
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For the next month, Qin Feng’s life became incredibly compressed. He poured all his energy into the seemingly trivial daily tasks scattered across every corner of Canaan Star Martial Arts University.
Ecological Park, Zone B-7, Purple Crystal Flower Greenhouse.
Qin Feng’s figure moved like a swift phantom, weaving between giant vines dozens of meters tall.
With a light tap of his toes on a supple branch, he would launch himself into the air. This allowed him to precisely avoid the carnivorous flower buds hidden beneath the leaves, which would spray a paralyzing toxic mist.
His target was the Purple Crystal Flower Bud, which grew at the very top of the vines, absorbing the radiance of a simulated star.
This was a type of Spiritual Herb that had a weak nourishing effect on one’s Mental Power. Harvesting it not only required a superb Body Technique but also a precise sense of timing.
Now, his vitality index of 110 granted him physical coordination and explosive power far surpassing that of an ordinary person.
A harvesting task that once required extreme caution and planning multiple routes was now little more than a casual "vertical parkour" for him.
He didn’t even need to think; his body’s instincts made the optimal decisions.
In just half a day, he gathered what would have previously taken him two full days to collect.
Canaan First Martial Arts High School, Simulated Combat Room 9.
Dressed in light training gear and holding a standard Alloy Long Spear with no energy enhancements, Qin Feng stood before a group of nervous first-year students, their faces still holding a youthful innocence.
"The spear is the king of all weapons. Its core lies in the ’thrust’ and the ’parry.’ What you’re going to learn now isn’t some flashy killing blow, but the most fundamental techniques for generating power."
His voice was calm and steady, each word carrying clearly to the first-year students.
"You, give it a try. Attack me."
A tall student mustered all his strength, bringing his blade down on Qin Feng in a heavy, powerful slash.
Qin Feng neither dodged nor retreated. With a mere flick of his wrist, the shaft of his spear met the student’s blade in a miniscule, precise arc.
CLANG!
A soft clang.
The first-year student felt an impossibly clever rotational force travel up his blade. His all-out slash was deflected with ease, and the excessive force sent him stumbling forward.
Qin Feng’s Long Spear was already pressed coldly against his throat.
"Power isn’t brute force. You have to learn to use your waist and hips to drive your entire body, channeling all your strength into a single point and delivering it through the tip of the spear."
With his current Martial Dao insight and Control over his power, teaching these high schoolers who hadn’t even mastered the most basic techniques was laughably easy—a complete mismatch of skill.
He could always pinpoint each student’s problems and use the most intuitive methods to make them feel the correct way to generate power.
He completed the guidance mission with an "Excellent" rating in less than three days.
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Gathering, escorting, sparring, data entry...
Over that month, Qin Feng was like a tireless machine. His figure appeared in every corner of Canaan as he frantically reaped Contribution Points from daily tasks.
His soaring strength allowed him to complete tasks that once demanded immense concentration with greater speed and efficiency.
The list of daily tasks, which would have previously taken him a full two months to clear, was now completely finished in just one.
When the "Complete" notification for the final task sounded in his mind, Qin Feng checked his Contribution Point balance.
[Contribution Points: 70]
Combined with the 40 he had before, his month of hard work had earned him a net total of 30 Contribution Points.
Without a moment’s delay, Qin Feng returned to his dorm and opened the Imperial Trading House.
’Facing the Mechanical Race, a battle of attrition is inevitable.’
His line of thinking was crystal clear. He went straight to the resource list and locked onto his targets.
[Item: High-Potency Stamina Recovery Potion]
[Type: Consumable]
[Effect: Rapidly replenishes stamina consumed during high-intensity combat, relieving muscle fatigue. Far more efficient than standard recovery potions.]
[Price: 10 Contribution Points/vial]
’Four vials.’
Qin Feng exchanged for four vials without hesitation. In a fight, that would give him four more chances than his enemy to catch his breath and unleash a burst of power.
[Item: Potent Healing Spray]
[Type: Consumable]
[Effect: Contains highly active growth factors to rapidly stop bleeding and promote wound healing. Especially effective on burns caused by Energy Weapons.]
[Price: 10 Contribution Points/canister]
’One.’
This was his trump card for survival, something that could save his life at a critical moment.
[Item: Special Mental Power Recovery Potion]
[Type: Consumable]
[Effect: Slowly but continuously restores spent Mental Power, helping to maintain focus and calm.]
[Price: 10 Contribution Points/vial]
’Two vials.’
In a battle of attrition, mental fatigue was often more deadly than physical exhaustion.
After this shopping spree, the 70 Contribution Points he had just earned—barely warming his account—were instantly spent.
Looking at the potions in his Subspace Storage Unit, each glowing with a different aura, Qin Feng felt no sting of regret. Instead, he was filled with a reassuring sense of security.