Chapter 138: Departure! Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University Assessment! (First Update)

Chapter 138: Departure! Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts Exam! (First Update, Asking for Monthly Tickets~)

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, spilling across the living room floor, bathing the entire room in a warm golden hue.

After a simple breakfast with his father, Qin Dahai, Qin Feng boarded a public maglev train heading toward the core area of the Qiming Metropolitan Circle.

Their destination was the new home of his uncle, Wang Ming.

An hour later, the train arrived at an upscale residential community in the core zone.

Unlike the crowded, bustling atmosphere of the Silver Gull Community, this place was shaded by lush trees, filled with the scent of flowers and birdsong. Exquisite standalone villas were scattered neatly along the quiet streets.

Security robots patrolled from time to time, and the air itself carried a sense of ease and prosperity.

Led by Qin Dahai, the two arrived before a beautiful three-story villa with its own private garden.

The door opened, and Aunt Li Juan’s warm, smiling face appeared.

“Brother Dahai! Xiao Feng! Come in, come in!”

She enthusiastically welcomed them inside, bustling about to serve tea and water, busying herself without pause.

The villa’s interior was understated yet luxurious, equipped with all sorts of smart home devices—clearly worth a fortune.

“Aunt, please don’t trouble yourself,” Qin Feng said with a smile.

“No trouble at all! We’re family, why be so polite!”

Li Juan beamed from ear to ear, sizing up Qin Feng with eyes full of admiration and affection. “Xiao Feng is looking more spirited than ever! The Qiming Rising Star! Our family has produced someone truly remarkable!”

Soon, an even more lavish feast than yesterday’s was laid out on the table.

During the meal, Aunt Li Juan took a document pouch from her bag and solemnly handed it to Qin Feng.

“Xiao Feng, keep this safe.”

Puzzled, Qin Feng opened it to find a property deed inside.

And in the owner column, clearly written, was his own name—Qin Feng.

“Aunt, this is…”

“This villa was allocated by the factory,” Li Juan explained frankly. “We all know the factory did this because of you—it’s a gesture of goodwill. This house rightfully belongs to you.”

In the past, faced with such a valuable gift, Qin Feng might have declined.

But now, after all he had been through, his mindset had undergone a radical transformation.

At this level, such worldly possessions no longer mattered to him.

What he truly cared about was whether his family could live safely and happily on this planet.

This villa was a solid guarantee for the family.

He didn’t care about the money.

And his uncle and aunt were sensible people—by accepting it, he would put their minds at ease.

“Alright, I’ll take it.”

Qin Feng didn’t refuse again, carefully putting the deed away.

For him, as long as his family was safe on Qiming Star and his younger siblings could grow up steadily and healthily, that was enough.

After the meal, Qin Feng spent some time playing with his three younger cousins.

Two half-grown boys and a cute little sister still in elementary school.

The moment they saw Qin Feng, the two boys turned into his most fervent fans, crowding around him with endless questions, their eyes brimming with boundless admiration for the “Qiming Rising Star.”

At Qin Feng’s request, the two boys demonstrated the body-tempering technique they were learning in the garden.

It was the middle school version of the *Imperial Body-Tempering Technique*.

Though it bore the same name, its moves and force techniques were far cruder than the *Basic Imperial Body-Tempering Technique* Qin Feng had learned in high school. Its stimulation of the body was extremely limited, serving mainly to build a foundation and strengthen the physique.

Qin Feng watched quietly, without correcting the technique itself, nor did he teach them the more advanced body-tempering methods reserved for high school students.

Because in this era, especially within the territory governed by the Space Marine Legions, the Empire had strict regulations on basic education.

Only students who passed the middle school entrance exam and entered martial arts high schools were permitted to learn the true *Basic Imperial Body-Tempering Technique*. If anyone learned it prematurely, they would be directly disqualified from taking the entrance exam.

This was to ensure maximum educational fairness and to protect young, immature minds from damaging their foundations by engaging in intense training too early.

Qin Feng simply patiently corrected the inaccuracies in their force application and posture during their demonstration.

Even this small guidance greatly benefited the two boys, and their admiration for their cousin reached new heights.

…

As the family chatted happily, the villa’s front door suddenly opened.

Uncle Wang Ming walked in, travel-worn, without any prior notice, clearly wanting to surprise his family.

“Old Wang! Didn’t you say you’d be back in a few days?” Li Juan greeted him joyfully.

“Dad!”

“Uncle!”

Wang Ming laughed heartily, tossed his luggage aside, and hugged each family member in turn.

“So? So? Did you pass?” Li Juan asked anxiously.

At this, Wang Ming deliberately put on a stern face, let out a long sigh, and acted deeply disappointed.

Just as the family thought he had failed and were about to comfort him, he suddenly broke character and burst into laughter.

“Haha! How could a mere Level 2 Power Armor Designer certification possibly stump me!”

Triumphantly, he pulled out a brand-new, metallic-looking certificate from his pocket.

The whole family erupted into a sea of joy.

That day, Qin Feng stayed at his uncle’s house, enjoying this rare, lively, and warm family affection.

It wasn’t until evening that he and his father bid farewell to the reluctant uncle’s family and returned home.

…

The next day, Qin Feng didn’t go out again.

He took the maglev train straight to the Limitless Martial Arts Hall.

When the staff and passing martial artists training there saw him, they would stop voluntarily and greet him respectfully, calling him “Mr. Qin” or “Brother Qin.”

For this “Qiming Rising Star,” who had brought great honor to the hall, everyone felt genuine respect.

Qin Feng responded with a smile to each person, without the slightest air of superiority.

He arrived at his own exclusive, top-tier independent martial arts room.

Closing the door, he shut out all the clamor of the outside world.

He sat cross-legged, quietly, and began the new day's cultivation.

"The Great Sun Visualization Method," "The Great Sun Acupoint Opening Technique."

These two top-tier fourth-level techniques, after he had mastered the basics, progressed at an unusually slow pace.

First, he visualized the great sun, concentrating his mental energy to its limit; then, using that scorching will as a guide, he carefully explored within his body for those three hundred and sixty "acupoint singularities."

This process was tedious, monotonous, and yielded little result.

A day passed quickly.

When Qin Feng awoke from his deep meditation, he hadn't even located a single point, let alone constructed the complete outline of an acupoint shell.

Anyone with less resolve, faced with such slow progress, would likely have grown restless and impatient.

But Qin Feng was not discouraged in the slightest.

"Can't rush it," he murmured calmly to himself. "The method of opening acupoints is inherently a slow, grinding process. What I need to do now is practice the most basic steps—'locating the acupoints' and 'mental energy guidance'—until they are utterly flawless. Once these fundamentals are solid, I can then swiftly open one acupoint shell after another."

The profound and mysterious mental energy was indeed a realm full of unknowns.

Thus, cultivation based on it was always exceptionally difficult in the initial stages.

This was not just true for Qin Feng; it was the same for all martial artists in the empire.

In fact, many talented martial artists, due to an unsettled temperament and an inability to endure long, tedious meditation, saw their mental energy cultivation stagnate.

Without sufficiently powerful mental energy as an aid, they could not practice the more advanced acupoint-opening techniques.

And ordinary body-tempering methods provided only limited stimulation to a physique already at the peak of the third-level martial artist.

In the end, these martial artists could only remain trapped forever at the bottleneck of a 30.0 vitality index, unable to advance further.

Just like the coach from Hongchang Martial Arts Hall who had come to challenge the Limit Martial Arts Hall—he remained a mere "unranked wandering martial artist" for his entire life.

...

Days passed, one after another, plain yet fulfilling.

Qin Feng's daily life was extremely regular.

During the day, he spent time with his father, chatting, watching TV, and exchanging thoughts on martial arts.

In the afternoon, he would arrive punctually at the Limit Martial Arts Hall, and in his exclusive training room, he would repeatedly and tediously practice "The Great Sun Visualization Method" and "The Great Sun Acupoint Opening Technique."

In the evening, before sleep, he would unwaveringly practice "The Imperial Meditation Method," honing his fundamental will.

Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.

...

One morning, a month later.

When the first ray of sunlight, filtering through the gap in the curtains, fell on Qin Feng's face, he woke up from his bed right on time.

He knew it was time for him to leave.

Last night, he had already discussed everything with his father.

He stepped out of his room, and a rich aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

His father, Qin Dahai, had already prepared a hearty breakfast and was sitting quietly at the dining table, waiting for him.

The atmosphere at the table was somewhat silent.

Qin Dahai's eyes were filled with deep reluctance, but he did not show it.

He just went about his usual routine, picking up food for Qin Feng, and said in a deliberately casual tone:

"Son, remember, when you go to Canaan Star, don't try to save money by taking those civilian spacecraft. They're not safe."

"Traveling across a hundred thousand light-years of starry space, who knows what you'll encounter. There are too many uncontrollable factors in the universe. If you run into those desperate interstellar pirates or hit a damn subspace rift, it'll be all over."

"Use the empire's subspace teleportation directly—safe and efficient."

"Mm, Dad, I understand."

Qin Feng nodded and smiled reassuringly. "The teleportation is also cheap, only ten thousand imperial credits. I can afford it."

The meal ended amidst the somewhat subdued exchange of reminders and responses between father and son.

Qin Feng stood up and picked up his simple, pre-packed luggage.

He walked to the door, turned back, and looked at his father.

"Dad, I'm leaving."

"Mm, take care of yourself." Qin Dahai nodded, his lips moving as if to say more, but in the end, only a few words came out.

"Stay safe."

"I will!"

Qin Feng smiled, no longer hesitating.

With a thought, the subspace network pass on his wrist suddenly lit up.

[Subspace Teleportation Network, activated.]

[Target locked: Canaan Star System - Canaan Star.]

[Constructing teleportation beacon... Construction complete.]

[Teleportation, begin!]

A brilliant pillar of pure energy instantly enveloped Qin Feng's figure.

The light flashed, and the spot was empty.

Qin Feng vanished from home.

In the living room, only Qin Dahai stood quietly.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh and shook his head.

He walked to the window and looked out at the azure sky, as if he could see his son's distant figure.

"That brat, he's made something of himself. As his father, I should be happy!"

He muttered to himself, but an immensely proud smile involuntarily spread across his face.

"Son! I'm waiting for your good news!"

"You will definitely pass the Canaan Star Martial Arts University admissions exam! Definitely!"

—

The brief, peculiar sensation of subspace teleportation—as if the soul was extracted and then reshaped—lasted less than a second.

When Qin Feng opened his eyes again, the scene before him had undergone a earth-shattering transformation.

He no longer stood in his own warm and familiar bedroom, but instead found himself in a colossal, futuristic metallic hall that seemed straight out of science fiction.

The dome of the hall soared to an invisible height, where countless soft bands of light, like flowing rivers of stars, drifted slowly across the vault, illuminating the entire space as brightly as day.

The floor was paved with an unknown alloy, polished to a mirror-like sheen.

Around him were countless warriors, just like him, who had emerged from the transmission light pillars, moving in a constant, orderly stream.

This was the official Imperial subspace transmission station, located at the heart of the Canaan Star System.

Unlike the "station" Qin Feng had imagined built on a planet's surface, this was, astonishingly, a massive satellite space fortress suspended in the boundless cosmos!

Qin Feng walked to the edge of the hall and gazed out through the enormous porthole made of ultra-strength crystal glass.

With a single glance, he was utterly captivated by the scene before him.

To his left, a colossal planet hung silently against the backdrop of the pitch-black universe.

It was more than ten times larger than the Morning Star Qin Feng knew, resembling a magnificent, priceless emerald.

The planet's surface was covered in vast, lush primeval forests and endless green oceans, brimming with a raw and majestic vitality.

This was Canaan Star.

Yet, when Qin Feng turned his gaze to the other side, his breath caught completely.

He saw... a tower.

No, the word "tower" could no longer describe it.

It was a behemoth beyond any known language, surpassing the limits of human imagination, so grand that it inspired despair.

It floated there, silently and unreasonably, within the distant, magnificent nebula.

Its form resembled an ancient and mysterious tower reaching for the heavens, but its size was utterly inconceivable.

Its height could not be measured in kilometers or tens of thousands of meters.

Qin Feng's eyes traced upward from the tower's base, through stardust, through asteroid belts, through the light of countless stars, yet still, he could not see its peak.

Its height would likely need to be measured in "light-years" to be quantified!

Canaan Star, which had seemed so immense moments ago, now appeared as insignificant as a grain of sand on a beach before this ancient tower;

And this space fortress, a transmission station capable of housing millions, was less than a speck of dust in comparison.

Just by looking at it, Qin Feng felt an indescribable sense of insignificance and suffocation, born from the very instinct of life.

It was as if his soul might be completely drawn into that unreasonably grand existence.

This was the ultimate manifestation of megalophobia.

Any intelligent being, faced with such a creation that transcended their cognitive limits, so majestic as to warp space and time, would inevitably feel the most primal awe and fear.

If he wasn't mistaken...

This towering pillar spanning the starry sea was the legendary...

Canaan Star Martial Arts University!

A storm of unprecedented magnitude surged within Qin Feng's heart.

He finally understood why Canaan Star Martial Arts University could become the martial arts holy land of the entire star system.

The mere existence of its main building already surpassed miracles.

Just as Qin Feng's mind was reeling, he sensed over a dozen terrifying, almost tangible auras locking onto the entire transmission hall from all directions.

He turned to look, and at every key point in the hall stood squads of guards in silver-white special power armor, wielding heavy psychic weapons.

Their armor bore the emblem of Canaan Star.

They stood silently, exuding a chilling, iron-blooded, and murderous aura.

The Canaan Star Guard.

Their presence was to prevent any uncontrollable incidents in such a mixed crowd at the transmission station.

Qin Feng averted his gaze and calmed his turbulent thoughts.

He noticed that these guards with their terrifying auras did not interrogate any passing travelers; as long as you didn't act out of line, they treated you as if you were invisible.

Following the clear signs in the hall, he passed through the crowd and entered the public transit platform inside the space fortress.

It was like a massive spaceport, with hundreds of space shuttles of various sizes docked there.

Qin Feng quickly found his required flight on the schedule board.

[Flight Number: GN-733]

[Destination: Canaan Star Martial Arts University - Admissions Assessment Office - Outer Docking Port]

He swiped his personal terminal and boarded the enormous transport shuttle.

The interior of the shuttle was extremely spacious, capable of holding tens of thousands of people.

Qin Feng found a seat by the window and sat down quietly.

Soon, the shuttle gradually filled with passengers.

Qin Feng discreetly observed the people around him.

He noticed that the passengers on this flight were a highly diverse mix.

Many had auras as steady as mountains, unfathomably deep, and just sitting there, they exuded an invisible pressure on their surroundings.

Qin Feng knew these were advanced warriors far stronger than himself.

He wondered what they were doing on Canaan Star.

But the majority were young warriors like him.

They were full of vitality, yet their auras were uniformly at the peak of the third-level warrior.

Clearly, like him, they had come from various educational planets to apply for Canaan Star Martial Arts University.

Each of these individuals was the top-tier, one-in-ten-thousand genius from their respective educational planets.

Qin Feng even sensed a faint, prickling threat from a few of them.

It felt like being targeted by a terrifying green-skinned boss on the battlefield of purgatory.

He had no doubt that those individuals were exceptionally strong, no less than himself.

"It seems that this 'Morning Star General' of mine doesn't count for much here,"

Qin Feng thought to himself. Instead of feeling discouraged, he felt a surge of excitement and anticipation at meeting worthy opponents.

After a moment's thought, he accepted it.

Those who could get a letter of recommendation and come here were inevitably the "Generals" of their respective educational planets—the top students who had fought their way to first place among countless students on an entire planet!

And now, these first-place winners from different planets had all gathered on this small shuttle, all for the same goal—Canaan Star Martial Arts University.

Just then, a somewhat simple voice sounded beside him.

"Hello, classmate. You're also here to apply for Canaan Star Martial Arts University, right?"

Qin Feng turned his head and saw a slightly chubby, amiable-looking young man in the adjacent seat, offering him a friendly smile.

Qin Feng could clearly sense that the vitality index of this chubby young man was also stable at around 30.0.

He did not detect any threatening aura from the other party.

Moreover, in the corridor of the shuttle, several warriors from the Canaan Star Guard, with surging auras, were pacing back and forth, maintaining the safety of the flight.

Qin Feng nodded slightly in response.

"Yes."

"Haha, what a coincidence! Me too!"

Seeing Qin Feng’s reply, the chubby warrior immediately approached him with an air of familiarity.

He extended his hand and introduced himself warmly: "My name is Xiong Yanfu, from Qianruo Star. Heh heh, I’m not much, but I just earned the 'Qianruo Star General' from our planet. I originally thought that among my peers, I was at least a standout. But I never expected that as soon as I boarded this ship, I’d sense from you... well, how should I put it, a deadly sense of threat. And there are plenty of other terrifying guys around."

"Qin Feng, Qiming Star General."

Qin Feng reported his name and title succinctly, while a hint of surprise arose in his heart.

Ever since he had trained with Teacher Lin Yue on the planet Purgatory-VII for a year, his aura had been honed by his powerful mental strength to be restrained and unobtrusive, easily controlled.

This was a life-saving skill learned from countless life-and-death battles. Logically, as long as he didn’t make a move, warriors of the same level should never be able to perceive his true strength.

But this seemingly harmless little fatty before him could see through it at a glance?

Still, thinking about it, it made sense.

He himself had honed this aura-concealing skill through a year of battlefield experience.

The other party, also a genius at the "Star General" level, might possess some unknown, peculiar perceptive abilities—that was perfectly normal.

The universe is vast, geniuses are as numerous as stars; never underestimate anyone.

The fatty named Xiong Yanfu was clearly a natural extrovert.

As the shuttle slowly started and left the space fortress, he and Qin Feng chatted idly.

Soon, the topic naturally turned to their destination—the admissions assessment of Canaan Starry Sky Martial University.

Xiong Yanfu lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Brother Qin Feng, do you know? The admissions assessment of Canaan Starry Sky Martial University is notoriously ever-changing, different every time. But according to the experience summarized by generations of seniors from our Qianruo Star, there are still patterns to follow."

"Oh?"

Qin Feng became interested.

"Generally speaking," Xiong Yanfu spoke with ease, "the admissions assessment of Canaan Starry Sky Martial University rarely involves one-on-one arena battles. They prefer to issue one or a series of 'admission tasks' and then evaluate everyone based on their performance during the tasks."

"And these tasks are varied, diverse, and extremely complex. Sometimes, it might be sending you to a desolate planet to collect a rare plant; other times, it might be resolving a native uprising on a mining planet; there have even been 'archaeological' tasks to repair a section of ancient ruins!"

"Their goal is to test a student’s all-around abilities comprehensively."

"Personal strength, teamwork, physical potential, mental fortitude, talent for on-the-spot adaptation, and even comprehension of martial arts techniques... all of these are assessed from every angle. If even one item is judged as unqualified, then no matter how outstanding you are in other areas, you still won’t pass the admissions assessment."

Xiong Yanfu smacked his lips, his face showing both longing and wariness.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder it’s the undisputed premier martial university in our star system. The admissions standards are way too strict."

(End of this chapter)