This meant he still needed to successfully open at least 23 brand-new Great Sun Acupoints to reach his goal.
And as his training progressed, the Spiritual Resources and time required to open each new Acupoint were growing at an insane, exponential rate.
This was, without a doubt, an incredibly daunting challenge.
But "fear" and "retreat" were not in Qin Feng’s vocabulary.
The more difficult the challenge, the more it ignited the supreme Will buried deep in his bones—a Will known as "The Celestial Dao rewards the diligent"!
Just as he was about to open the Imperial Trading House and convert this huge sum into tangible training resources, his gaze inadvertently swept over a private message list that had been silent for a long time.
It was Shi Potian.
With a thought, Qin Feng opened the message from three years ago.
[Qin Feng, I’ve arrived. Canaan Star Martial Arts University is even vaster than I imagined.]
[I’ve successfully enrolled. If you have time, could we meet?]
Following this message were several more, sent intermittently.
[Seeing you haven’t replied, I assume you must be in deep seclusion or on some long-term mission.]
[No matter. The path of the Martial Dao is, by nature, a lonely journey.]
[When you have time, feel free to contact me. I’m very curious to know just how far you’ve come.]
Reading these messages, an image seemed to surface in Qin Feng’s mind: the coolly aloof yet pure figure from their days at Qiming First High School. The one who had always considered him his only rival, a frenemy with whom he had mutually chased greatness.
He did a quick calculation of the time.
Shi Potian had only managed to claim the "Qiming General Star" title three years after Qin Feng himself had won it.
He had enrolled a full four years later than him.
And one year later than Shi Dang, whom he had just glimpsed at the transport hub.
’Three years from now is the next Canaan Newcomer Cup. It’s also the deadline for the Instructor Division Promotion Tournament.’
A trace of contemplation flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes.
He desperately wanted to meet his old friend right away and see just how powerful he had become.
But he knew better. Now was not the time.
These next three years were a crucial final sprint for him!
There could be no distractions, no slacking off!
He had to pour every minute, every second, into endless, arduous training!
With that, he reached out and slowly typed a reply below the message.
[Potian, I’ve read your messages. I’m about to enter a long period of secluded training to prepare for the Newcomer Cup and the Promotion Tournament three years from now. Let’s meet up once I’m done.]
After sending the message, he closed the communications interface completely, focusing all his attention on his plan to procure resources.
The first thing he had to do was convert his newly abundant Contribution Points into the "fuel" needed to open Great Sun Acupoints: Special-Grade Spiritual Energy Potions.
’To reach the 500-point life force mark, I need to open another 23 Acupoints.’
’The later the stage, the greater the consumption. Right now, opening a single Acupoint requires at least 2.5 Special-Grade Spiritual Energy Potions on average.’
’So, 23 Acupoints will need... about 57.5 Potions.’
Qin Feng looked at his balance of 718 Contribution Points, calculating rapidly in his mind.
’In the Imperial Trading House, one Special-Grade Spiritual Energy Potion costs 10 Contribution Points. 57.5 Potions would be 575 Contribution Points.’
He thought for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth and made an even crazier decision!
’Might as well go all in!’
He directly entered a shocking number on the Imperial Trading House’s exchange interface.
[Purchase Item: Special-Grade Spiritual Energy Potion]
[Quantity: 70]
[Total Cost: 700 Contribution Points]
Confirm!
BUZZ—!
The moment he confirmed the payment, his once-abundant Contribution Point balance instantly deflated like a popped balloon.
[Contribution Points Balance: 18]
Staring at the solitary number, Qin Feng felt not a shred of regret. Instead, a crazed grin spread across his face, one filled with both grim resolve and eager anticipation.
Seventy Special-Grade Spiritual Energy Potions!
This huge amount of resources was enough for him to open over forty Great Sun Acupoints in one go!
Next, without a moment’s hesitation, he opened the Fearless Warband’s internal resource depository.
His Contribution Points were spent. All that remained were his 500 precious points of Warband Reputation.
This time, his goal was "enhanced" recovery-type resources, ones that could maximize his training efficiency and were far more effective than the regular versions.
[Exchange Item: Enhanced Type I Deep Repair Medicated Bath Package]
[Effect: Repair efficiency increased by over 50% compared to the standard version.]
[Price: 10 Warband Reputation/Package]
[Exchange Quantity: 24 Packages]
[Exchange Item: Enhanced Type I Mental Power Recovery Potion]
[Effect: Faster Mental Power recovery speed, longer duration.]
[Price: 20 Warband Reputation/Potion]
[Exchange Quantity: 13 Potions]
After this frenzy of transactions, his 500 points of Warband Reputation melted away like snow, utterly depleted.
[Warband Reputation: 0]
The resources were all in place.
What followed would be three long years of isolated, grueling, and frenzied death-or-glory training!
He would use these three years to convert this massive amount of resources into the surging, boundless power within his body!
He would take the world by storm at the highly anticipated Canaan Newcomer Cup!
He would successfully advance in the decennial Instructor Division Promotion Tournament!
In three years, his name would ring throughout Starry Sky Martial Arts University!
Filled with this soaring ambition and endless battle intent, Qin Feng’s figure once again vanished into the depths of the cold, deathly still meditation chamber.
This time, he swore he would not emerge until he had broken through the 500-point barrier!