Chapter 137: Old Friends Reunite, Father's Severed Arm Regenerates! (Seventh Update)

Chapter 137: Reunion with an Old Acquaintance, Father’s Severed Arm Regrows! (Seventh Update, Alliance Leader Bonus, Asking for Monthly Tickets~)

The shrill screams still echoed within the martial arts hall.

The coach of Hongchang Martial Arts Hall dared not utter another harsh word. He struggled to his feet from the ground, scrambling and crawling, fleeing as if escaping through the gate of Limit Martial Arts Hall, slinking away in disgrace.

Thus, the farce came to an end.

Qin Feng watched his retreating, pathetic figure and merely smiled faintly.

He turned around and spoke gently to the surrounding martial artists, who were still stunned and wide-eyed: “Alright, it’s over. Everyone, continue your training.”

His voice seemed to carry a power that soothed the soul.

Only then did the crowd snap back to reality. Their gazes at Qin Feng were filled with awe.

They all smiled and nodded at him in goodwill, then, with tacit understanding, dispersed to their own training areas.

Having witnessed firsthand what a true powerhouse was, the impact on them was unparalleled.

With the trouble resolved, Qin Feng stepped down from the arena and walked straight to Li Weiguo and Zhou Heyuan’s side. A familiar, gentle smile on his face, he took the initiative to greet them.

“Teacher Li, Zhou Heyuan, long time no see.”

“Ah! Qin Feng!”

Li Weiguo’s face flushed with excitement. He stepped forward, scrutinizing his former student as if seeing him anew.

His eyes brimmed with undisguised joy and pride.

“Good lad! Good lad! Congratulations on winning the Qiming General Star! I was watching the live broadcast of the match too. Teacher was thrilled! You’ve really… really brought great honor to our Yinying Community, to our No. 13 Middle School!”

“It was just luck.”

Qin Feng said modestly.

Zhou Heyuan, standing nearby, looked at Qin Feng before him, his emotions more tangled than ever.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, it turned into a bitter smile.

“Qin Feng, you… are now so strong that I can’t even begin to understand.”

Once upon a time, he was the “genius” who always outshone Qin Feng in class. Now, the height Qin Feng stood at was a distant, unreachable peak that Zhou Heyuan would spend his whole life looking up to.

They chatted for a while, catching up on each other’s recent lives.

Finally, Li Weiguo looked at the composed, unfathomably powerful young man before him and couldn’t help but sigh with deep emotion.

He let out a long breath, his tone filled with boundless sentiment.

“Honestly, Qin Feng, even now, I can hardly believe it. Who would have thought that the student I almost persuaded to drop out and go to a vocational technical school—the one whose life force index was only 0.41 in his third year of junior high—could step by step reach this point and win… the Qiming General Star, the dream of every martial arts high school student on Qiming Star?”

His voice carried a hint of relief.

Relief that he hadn’t personally strangled a legend destined to light up the stars.

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Hou Yuwei, the girl who had been standing nearby, too awestruck to approach and speak, heard this. Her bright, big eyes instantly widened, and her small mouth opened in surprise.

A life force index of only 0.4 in the third year of junior high?

How… how is that possible?!

That number wouldn’t even meet the admission threshold for an ordinary high school!

And now, he was the Qiming General Star who had crushed all the geniuses on Qiming Star, defeating both herself and the martial arts hall coach with a single move!

What kind of earth-shattering transformation had happened in between?

For a moment, as Hou Yuwei looked at Qin Feng, her eyes, besides the original admiration and awe, now held a thick layer of intense curiosity and disbelief.

…

After a few more pleasantries, Qin Feng took his leave from Li Weiguo and the others.

He walked to the front desk of Limit Martial Arts Hall and said directly, “Hello, I’d like to get a monthly card for the highest-level private training room.”

The front desk staff, clearly recognizing the “Qiming General Star” who had just displayed his might, quickly processed the paperwork.

“Hello, Mr. Qin Feng. The highest-level private training room costs three thousand imperial credits per month.”

“Alright.”

Qin Feng paid the fee without hesitation.

His account now had a balance of nine hundred thousand imperial credits, so three thousand was nothing to him.

After getting the monthly card, Qin Feng turned and left Limit Martial Arts Hall, heading home.

But just as he stepped out of the hall’s gate, a slightly shy, crisp voice came from behind.

“Th—that! Classmate Qin Feng!”

Qin Feng turned around and saw the girl named Hou Yuwei standing there, looking lovely.

Her cheeks were faintly flushed with nervousness, her hands restlessly twisting the hem of her clothes, but her bright eyes sparkled with the determined light of mustered courage.

“Is something the matter?”

Qin Feng asked.

“I… I… I want…”

Hou Yuwei took a deep breath, as if using all her strength to finish the sentence, “Could I… add you as a friend on the subspace network?”

After saying this, her face was as red as a ripe apple.

Qin Feng was slightly taken aback.

He looked at the girl before him, recalling how, on the arena earlier, even though she was clearly outmatched, she had still stepped up to defend the honor of Limit Martial Arts Hall and Hall Master Sun.

That character was commendable.

Moreover, she had received kindness from Hall Master Sun, so there was a faint bond of shared affiliation between them.

With that thought, Qin Feng nodded.

“Alright.”

Upon receiving the affirmative answer, Hou Yuwei’s face instantly bloomed with an incredibly joyful smile.

She quickly opened her personal terminal and exchanged subspace network friend requests with Qin Feng.

“Thank you, Classmate Qin Feng!”

After adding him as a friend, Hou Yuwei was thoroughly satisfied.

Qin Feng smiled and nodded, said nothing more, turned, and walked straight toward his home.

…

The familiar residential building, the familiar corridor.

Qin Feng stood at his own door and entered the password.

“Click.”

The door opened.

A warm and familiar scent rushed toward him.

In the living room, his father, Qin Dahai, was sitting on an old, worn-out sofa, intently watching an imperial military news broadcast playing on the aging television mounted on the wall.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he instinctively turned his head.

When he saw that the visitor was his long-missed son, he froze for a moment, then suddenly stood up from the sofa, his face brimming with surprise.

"Son! Why are you back so soon?!"

"Dad."

Qin Feng looked at his father's familiar face, warmth filling his heart. All the exhaustion and travel melted away in that instant.

He stepped forward and gave his father a solid, heartfelt embrace.

The two exchanged pleasantries, and the smile never left Qin Dahai's face.

He pulled Qin Feng close, looking him up and down, muttering over and over, "You've grown taller," "You've filled out."

Then, he slapped his thigh.

"Wait right here! You must not have eaten yet! I'll run out and get you something good—the highest-grade beast meat, to really nourish you!"

With that, he made to head out the door.

"Dad, don't rush."

Qin Feng stopped him, then opened his personal terminal and began to operate it.

Soon, a crisp chime sounded from Qin Dahai's terminal.

[Your account has received a transfer: 800,000 Imperial Credits.]

Qin Dahai stared at the number, utterly stunned.

"S-son... what are you doing? So much money!"

"Dad, this is for you."

Qin Feng explained calmly, "This time, when I received the Qiming Star, the total cash reward was ten million Imperial Credits. However, I purchased some resources and techniques needed for my future cultivation, as well as various permissions for the subspace network, totaling nine million one hundred thousand. Now, I have nine hundred thousand left."

"I'm giving you eight hundred thousand. Keep it for yourself. You've been persisting in your cultivation too, haven't you? From now on, don't hold back—buy the best martial arts resources. Your health is what matters most."

After hearing his son's words, Qin Dahai's heart was filled with both relief and tenderness.

"And you? You're only keeping one hundred thousand—will that be enough?"

He asked anxiously, wanting to transfer the money back. "You're about to go to Canaan Star Martial Academy; the expenses there will be high! If you give me all your money, what will you do?"

"Dad, don't worry."

Qin Feng pressed his father's hand and said with a smile, "I have enough. And once I reach the fourth-level martial artist, I can take on imperial missions. There will be plenty of ways to earn money then. Just keep it."

Seeing the unwavering determination in his son's eyes, Qin Dahai finally stopped insisting.

He nodded heavily, his eyes growing moist again.

"Alright... I'll listen to you."

He accepted the money, then went out to buy groceries and meat.

He was going to prepare the most sumptuous welcome feast for his son.

Qin Feng watched his father's retreating figure, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

He sat back down on the old, peeling sofa, sinking deep into it.

Around him was the familiar scent of home.

Outside the window was the familiar clamor of the city.

At that moment, he felt an unprecedented, rare sense of peace and comfort.

After a while, with a thought, he summoned his intelligent assistant.

The palm-sized, chibi-style red-and-white dragon, Hammer, materialized in midair.

"Hammer."

Qin Feng asked, "Help me look up: for a third-level martial artist who was severely injured by a Fire Demon's flame breath, resulting in an arm amputation, after completely removing the fire poison from the body, what method can be used to regenerate the severed arm?"

This had been a long-standing obsession in his heart.

To regenerate his father's arm!

"Received, master. Searching the Imperial database..."

In Hammer's golden eyes, streams of data flashed rapidly.

A few seconds later, it gave a precise answer.

"According to your description, the most effective and side-effect-free method is to use 'T-3 Gene Regeneration Fluid.'"

"This regeneration fluid must be exchanged for 'Imperial Contribution Points,' with a standard value of 100 contribution points per vial. Based on the injury you described, Hammer recommends using two vials to ensure the regenerated arm perfectly returns to its peak state. Additionally, during the regeneration period, it is best to pair it with high-grade psychic potions and low-grade mental recovery potions to replenish life energy and mental consumption."

Imperial Contribution Points?

Qin Feng nodded slightly, a new goal forming in his mind. Looking at Hammer, he recalled the Nurgle Champion Kro on the planet Inferno-IV, who had shaken his resolve, and asked again:

"Hammer, check something else for me. A second-level veteran soldier, fighting on the empire's border against alien races his entire life—roughly how many Imperial Contribution Points would that translate to?"

"Instruction received. Estimating..."

Hammer entered a high-speed computation state again.

"Estimation model building... Assumptions: combat duration of 40 Imperial years, combat environment of medium-intensity border battlefield, opponents of equivalent alien races..."

"Master, estimation complete. Under ideal conditions, a second-level veteran soldier fighting alien races his entire life, with all his dedication and completed combat missions, would amount to approximately 500 Imperial Contribution Points."

"However, it should be noted,"

Hammer added, "According to Imperial law, martial artists who have not reached the fourth level and cannot independently undertake missions are unable to unlock the Imperial mission board or directly obtain Imperial Contribution Points. All their military merits must typically be reported collectively through their planetary governor's office, planetary military department, planetary finance department, and other institutions, which then distribute them in the form of resource allocations."

After listening to Hammer's explanation, Qin Feng fell silent.

He leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

Five hundred contribution points...

That veteran named Kro—he had struggled his whole life, fought bloodily, and should have earned all of this.

But in the end, all the glory and rewards that should have been his fell into the hands of the corrupt high-ranking scoundrels on the planet Inferno-IV.

And he himself could only face disability in despair, then be kicked out of the Star Army because of it, thrown into an endless mining machine, and finally fall into the embrace of the Chaos Gods.

How ironic, and how tragic.

Fortunately, Qiming Star was not like that. Fortunately, there wasn't so much corruption here.

Qin Feng felt grateful.

—

The scene shifted. Inside the dark, damp Hongchang Martial Arts Hall.

Unlike the bright, clean, and uplifting atmosphere of the Limitless Martial Arts Hall, the air here was thick with the pungent smell of cheap ointments mixed with sweat.

On the walls hung flashy posters promoting "one-hit kills" and "three-day crash courses," exuding a cheap commercial vibe.

"BANG!"

The back door of the martial arts school was violently kicked open by someone.

A figure stumbled in, looking disheveled.

It was the coach who had just had his wrist broken by Qin Feng in one move at the Limitless Martial Arts School.

He clutched his wrist, now swollen like a pig's trotter, his face twisted with pain and venom.

"Damn it! This hurts like hell!"

Cursing, he fumbled through a cabinet, pulled out a cheap bottle of bruise spray, and haphazardly spritzed it on the wound.

The pungent smell instantly filled the entire room.

A middle-aged man, with a build seven or eight parts similar to his but a sharper look, walked out from the inner room.

He was the owner of this Hongchang Martial Arts School, and also the injured coach's elder brother.

"Back already?"

The owner frowned at his brother's disheveled state. "Why so soon? Did things go through? What about that kid from Jinlong Martial Arts High?"

"Go through my ass!"

The brother, as if ignited by gunpowder, slammed the table hard, only to aggravate his wound and wince in pain.

Biting back the agony, he recounted everything that had just happened at the Limitless Martial Arts School, embellishing it with dramatic details.

"Some bastard named Qin Feng popped out of nowhere and crippled me in one move! That kid from Jinlong Martial Arts High, the moment he saw trouble, turned tail and ran! Left me to take the heat alone!"

"Bro, tell me, what the hell is this? How did the Limitless Martial Arts School suddenly get such a tough nut?"

The owner listened, his expression shifting from confusion to gravity.

Finally, when he heard the words "Qin Feng" and "Qiming Star General," his face turned deathly pale.

The teacup in his hand fell with a crack, shattering on the floor.

But his brother, completely oblivious to the change, remained immersed in his fury and humiliation, snarling,

"Bro! I can't swallow this! That kid was too ruthless! How about... we find some people on the street, spend some money, and teach him a lesson? I'll also check out his family. I refuse to believe a brat like him can turn the world upside down! We have to show him some color, make him know the consequences of crossing us brothers!"

Before he could finish—

"SLAP!!!"

A thunderous slap landed squarely on his face!

The force was immense, sending him staggering, half his face swelling red at a visible speed.

The brother was completely stunned.

He covered his cheek, staring at his own brother in disbelief.

"Bro... why... why did you hit me?"

"Hit you? I want to kill you!"

The owner's body trembled slightly from sheer terror and rage.

Pointing at his brother's nose, he roared hoarsely, "Are you out of your mind? Or is your head filled with beast dung?!"

"Do you even know what a 'Qiming Star General' is?!"

"That's the one and only king among the top martial arts high school students across the entire Qiming Star! A future pillar of the empire! Destined to become a planetary-level, even stellar-level great figure!"

The owner's voice turned shrill with agitation.

"Get revenge on him? Touch his family? Let me tell you! Not just us two lowlife wandering martial artists, but even the directors of the beast processing plants around our neighborhood, those local bullies who command hundreds of thugs and rule this area—when they see that gentleman, they'll bow and scrape like grandsons! They'll do everything to suck up to him, to suck up to his family, terrified he might suffer the slightest grievance!"

"And you want revenge? You idiot! Damn you!"

The brother was completely dumbfounded by the tirade.

He stood there blankly, muttering in grievance,

"We... share the same mother..."

"Shut up! I'm damning the virtual girl in your subspace!"

The owner, furious, slapped him again, finally snapping him out of it.

Looking at his brother's foolish expression, the owner was livid but still his own flesh and blood.

Suppressing his rage, he said with unprecedented seriousness,

"Now! Immediately! Right now! Go get a subspace network pass! Then spend money to open a permanent account on the Empire Forum! Study up on basic common sense in there! Stop thinking that because you've fought in some underground rings for a few years, you're invincible! I'm telling you, people like us are the lowest scum in this interstellar martial society! The authorities even call us 'wandering social martial artists'!"

"We barely got a chance to turn things around by opening this school. If you screw it up with your stupidity, I'll kill you with my own hands!"

Seeing his brother so serious, the brother finally realized he might have stirred up a huge disaster.

He swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Bro... is it really that exaggerated? That big shot Director Liu from the beast carcass processing plant in our area, he has to suck up to him?"

"Mm."

The owner nodded heavily, his eyes filled with lingering fear. "Director Liu has to suck up to him. Now do you understand? Stay put and don't cause any more trouble!"

"I... I understand."

The brother quickly nodded, cold sweat soaking his back.

Only now did he realize he had just walked past the gates of hell.

After a moment's thought, he tentatively asked, "Then bro, how about I go to the Limitless Martial Arts School tomorrow to apologize?"

"Are you not embarrassed enough?!"

The owner nearly slapped him again. "A big shot like him will forget a bug like you in no time—isn't that good? Do you have to go and shove yourself in his face again? What a moron!"

"Oh... right, right."

The brother suddenly understood, nodding repeatedly.

He slumped into a chair, let out a long sigh, and silently prayed,

"Hope this Qiming Star General, the old man, is magnanimous."

"Just treat me like a fart, clench his cheeks, and let me go..."

The scene shifts back to Qin Feng's home.

Over an hour later, Qin Dahai hummed a tuneless melody, carrying large bags and small parcels, and returned home contentedly.

He had bought the freshest, most energy-rich beast meat, along with various vegetables and seasonings his son loved.

Then he plunged into the kitchen, busying himself.

Qin Feng wanted to help, but his father smiled and pushed him out, telling him to rest and watch TV in the living room.

An hour later, eight steaming dishes, colorful and fragrant, were laid on the table.

Braised griffin leg, steamed dragon-scale fish, stir-fried fire-lizard tenderloin... each dish was generously portioned, aromatic, and filled with the taste of home.

"Come, son, eat up! Taste your father's cooking—see if I've lost my touch!"

Qin Dahai heaped a large piece of griffin leg meat onto Qin Feng's plate, his face beaming with happiness.

Qin Feng ate with gusto, and as he ate, he kept piling dishes onto his father's plate as well.

Father and son chatted while they ate, the atmosphere warm and harmonious.

"By the way, your uncle should be able to get leave and come back in a few days,"

Qin Dahai said. "And your two younger cousins—they're on summer break now, running wild at home every day. When you have time, give them some pointers. Having their cousin, a Rising Star general, teach them personally—that's something they can brag about for a lifetime."

"Sure, no problem."

Qin Feng agreed with a smile.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you to our new home so you can see the place."

Qin Dahai continued. "That villa is in the core area of the metropolitan circle—top-notch environment and security. It's really nice."

"Okay."

Between father and son, there were no excessive formalities; everything was in the plain, genuine meal and conversation.

After dinner, Qin Dahai urged Qin Feng to rest early, saying he must be tired after a day of travel.

He himself hummed a little tune, contentedly clearing the dishes.

Qin Feng knew his father was always like this.

The warmth and love in his heart were like magma buried deep underground—scorching and profound.

But when expressed, it always carried a hint of inarticulateness, a distance belonging to the older generation.

Qin Feng said nothing more and returned to his bedroom, so familiar to him.

He lay down on his old bed, feeling the long-missed, familiar softness.

The scent of sunshine lingered on the sheets from the bedding.

A sense of unprecedented peace and tranquility enveloped him entirely.

At Qiming First High, he had kept his nerves taut, training frantically, never daring to slack off.

But now, back in this harbor called "home," the string that had been wound tight for over a year could finally loosen a little.

He didn't fall asleep immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into his sea of awareness.

He began to cultivate the *Imperial Meditation Method*.

He visualized that majestic, eternal imperial figure, honing his will and sorting through his recent turbulent emotions.

After an unknown time, a wave of drowsiness surged over him like a tide.

Qin Feng's consciousness gradually sank, finally falling into a long-missed, deep sleep.

That night, he slept especially soundly.

(End of chapter)