His two mentors were truly looking out for him.
"If you encounter any impenetrable hurdles in your killing technique cultivation, feel free to come find me."
Master Gu Yue put down his teacup, a warm smile on his face. "When it comes to basic theories and the evolution of killing techniques, these old bones of mine might still be able to offer you some unique insights. You can still consider me your master."
He paused, then added, "Of course, in front of the students, we’re colleagues."
"Thank you, Master."
A wave of warmth washed over Qin Feng’s heart, and he nodded solemnly.
If he remembered correctly, Master Gu Yue’s rank in the Imperial Arena was Fighter, a realm far beyond that of the Starry Sky Cup competition.
...
Time flowed by slowly, following a tranquil and regular rhythm.
Qin Feng’s life became simpler and purer than ever before.
「Morning. Advanced Martial Arts Hall A-3.」
Inside the spacious and bright martial arts hall, several hundred first-year high school freshmen stood in neat square formations, looking up at the tall figure before them with expressions of adoration.
"The Level 1 Killing Technique, Mountain Shattering Fist. Its core essence lies not in ’shattering,’ but in ’mountain.’"
Qin Feng’s voice echoed clearly in every student’s ears.
He wasn’t using any amplification equipment, yet every word seemed to be branded directly into their minds.
"What you must visualize is not the moment your fist shatters a mountain boulder. Instead, visualize that you *are* the mountain—imposing, massive, and unshakeable. Power is born from the soles of your feet, passes through your waist and hips, channels up your spine, and reaches the edge of your fist.
"The entire process must be steady and heavy. You must possess the spirit of pressing forward relentlessly, overwhelming the opponent with sheer momentum."
As soon as his voice fell, he casually took a step forward and slowly pushed out his right fist.
There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling display of Spiritual Energy.
But in that instant, every student present had an illusion—as if the entire martial arts hall had shifted forward an inch along with the extension of that fist!
A single class period passed in the blink of an eye.
Qin Feng didn’t just teach by the book. Every sentence was a gem of experience, refined from countless life-and-death battles, striking directly at the core of the matter.
「Afternoon. The on-campus Cultivation Room.」
After finishing his only class, Qin Feng’s time was completely his own.
He would go to the teachers-only Cultivation Area in the deepest part of the school to perform the most basic life force index cultivation.
Over and over, he would use his Mental Power to stimulate his Top-grade Primordial Acupoints, nourishing every cell in his body.
The process was dry and tedious, but Qin Feng delighted in it.
He could clearly feel his life force index increasing daily at a stable, visible rate.
Occasionally, he would also log into the Imperial Arena.
He would lock his life force index at the "first great limit" of 18,000 points, then frantically match against opponents of the same level, honing his newly learned Fourth-level Killing Technique, "Triple Spear."
「Night. Silver Seagull Community, Extreme Martial Arts Hall.」
When night fell, Qin Feng would teleport back to the Extreme Martial Arts Hall in the Silver Seagull Community.
This was his evening training ground.
He sat cross-legged in the center of the empty training hall, eyes tightly shut, and began to cultivate the top-tier meditation technique he had exchanged for—the "Crystal Meditation Technique."
In his Spiritual World, a figure identical to him, made of the purest crystal, was slowly coalescing.
The visualization process was incredibly difficult. Every bit he managed to coalesce consumed a vast amount of Mental Power.
But each successful coalescence would refine and strengthen his Mental Power by a sliver.
And after finishing his Meditation, he would begin to study the Nourishing Technique personally taught to him by Squad Leader Zhou Xiong—the "Ten-Complete Hand."
He was making real progress.
But when he opened the panel for the Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence System and looked at the entry for "Ten-Complete Hand," the proficiency behind it was still a lonely [Uninitiated (1/10)].
He knew this wasn’t a problem with the system. Rather, the "Ten-Complete Hand" was of such a high level that his current comprehension and progress, when accumulated, weren’t even enough to constitute that single point of proficiency.
The days passed, one after another.
Teaching, cultivating, comprehending.
His three-point routine was as regular as the orbits of the stars in the cosmos.
In this tranquil time, Qin Feng’s heart was gradually polished and tempered.
His days at Qiming First High flowed by like a quiet, deep river, moving forward without a sound. Qin Feng completely immersed himself in this lifestyle, one so regular it bordered on rigid, temporarily sealing away all external disturbances and internal turmoil.
His world had been simplified to the extreme.
Every morning, he taught the most basic knowledge of the Martial Dao to the new generation of students. He would take the essence of the killing techniques he had forged in a sea of blood, break it down, and instill it in these hopeful young saplings in the simplest, most understandable way.
Every afternoon and night belonged completely to him.
Like the most devout Ascetic, he poured every minute and every second into excavating his own potential.
Under this extreme focus, time lost all meaning.
With the blessing of the Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence System, Qin Feng’s rate of progress reached a terrifying level that outsiders could never imagine.
Relying on the terrifying boons from his Top-grade Primordial Acupoints and the "Ten-Complete Hand," his life force index steadily increased by a full 15.0 points every day.
As for his newly acquired Fourth-level Killing Technique, "Triple Spear," its proficiency accumulated at the blistering pace of 100 points per day.