Chapter 144: Storming Canaan Tower, Establishing an Affiliated Warband! (Seventh Update)

Chapter 144: Storming Canaan Tower, Founding an Affiliate War Group! (Seventh Update, Monthly Ticket Bonus, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

When the volunteer martial artists announced the dismissal, the three hundred thousand freshmen, bearing boundless hope, dispersed like droplets of water merging into a surging river, quickly scattering into the vast and boundless campus at the base of Canaan Tower, each seeking their own new world where they would live for hundreds or even thousands of years.

The crowd surged, most filled with excitement and novelty, eager to explore this brand-new realm.

Yet, a small number did not leave immediately.

Led by Tiemu and Leimeng, nearly a hundred prodigies who had fought alongside Qin Feng in the second trial, as if by unspoken agreement, gathered around him once more.

In their eyes, the earlier restraint and awe had faded, replaced by a trace of heartfelt closeness and trust.

“Brother Qin!”

The burly Leimeng stepped forward boisterously, scratching his bald head, and asked with a simple, honest expression: “So, we’re officially enrolled now. What’s your plan? Go straight to challenge that Canaan Tower, or take on a few missions to earn some contribution points?”

Tiemu, standing nearby, said nothing, but his eyes were equally questioning.

Clearly, after that earth-shaking team battle and the subsequent unbelievable potential test, Qin Feng had invisibly become the default backbone of their small group.

His decision would directly influence the next moves of this crowd.

Qin Feng looked at these companions, whose auras were fierce and eyes sincere, smiled faintly, and shook his head.

“No rush.”

His voice was calm and steady, carrying an inherent power that inspired trust.

“We know nothing about Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University yet. Whether it’s challenging the tower or doing missions, we can’t act hastily. The priority is to familiarize ourselves with the rules here, especially how to earn contribution points most efficiently. Information is always paramount.”

This was one of the most valuable lessons he had learned from Qian Duoduo.

In a new, complex environment, the value of intelligence often surpasses strength itself.

A single piece of wrong information could lead a talented genius down countless detours, or even into an abyss of no return.

Tiemu nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this, deeply agreeing: “Brother Qin is right. We can’t bumble around like headless flies. We must first study the forums in the private domain, master all usable information, and then make plans.”

Just as everyone was voicing their agreement, a voice filled with surprise and excitement, tinged with a hint of familiarity, came from outside the crowd.

“Qin Feng! I finally found you!”

The crowd turned to look, and saw a slightly chubby young man with a naturally friendly smile, pushing his way through the crowd with effort.

Seeing the newcomer, a genuine surprise and joy appeared on Qin Feng’s face.

“Xiong Yanfu?”

The visitor was none other than the “Qianruo General Star” who had proactively struck up a conversation with him at the assessment square and provided him with a wealth of information—Xiong Yanfu.

“Hey!”

Xiong Yanfu, seeing that Qin Feng remembered him, grew even happier. He squeezed through to Qin Feng in two or three strides, panting, “I wanted to come say hi earlier, but these guys around you were like madmen, surrounding you layer upon layer—I couldn’t even push through!”

His half-complaining, half-joking words instantly lightened the atmosphere.

“Hahaha—”

Tiemu, beside him, was thoroughly amused by his demeanor and couldn’t help explaining, “Brother Xiong, don’t blame us. Most of these folks graduated from military martial arts high schools, where strength rules. Brother Qin, through his prowess in battle, has completely won over these unruly fellows.”

His words were full of praise for Qin Feng.

“I see.”

Xiong Yanfu suddenly understood, “Then they should indeed surround him! An ‘embryonic-stage starry sky behemoth’! Brother Qin, your potential has left us so-called ‘general stars’ in the dust!”

The crowd laughed good-naturedly again.

After a round of pleasantries, these prodigies from all corners quickly grew familiar.

They exchanged their subspace network IDs, promising to share resources and support each other in the future.

Then, they each dispersed, heading to their private dormitories according to the coordinates displayed on their personal terminals.

…

Qin Feng’s dormitory was assigned to an area called “Star Gazing” in the campus at the base of Canaan Tower.

When he arrived at his dormitory door following the navigation, even with his steady temperament, he couldn’t help but marvel.

His dormitory was located on the 1923rd floor of “Star Gazing,” with the room number “A-12.”

It wasn’t a building but a completely suspended, independent floating island.

On the island, there were pavilions, towers, small bridges over flowing water, and even a small bamboo grove—the environment was exquisitely serene to the extreme.

And when he pushed open the warm, heavy door made of some unknown jade, he was utterly stunned by the interior.

This was no dormitory; it was a small palace!

The interior space of the entire dormitory, by rough estimate, spanned tens of thousands of square meters, incredibly vast.

Living room, bedroom, training room, equipment forging room—all functional areas were fully equipped, decorated luxuriously yet with a touch of ancient martial arts charm.

Especially the enormous martial arts training room, which took up nearly half the space.

The walls and floor of the entire training room were cast from a single piece of an unknown metal material with a dark golden luster.

On the walls, countless mysterious energy runes were inscribed, slowly circulating, emitting a heart-stopping energy fluctuation.

In the center of the training room, there was a nameplate clearly marked.

[Super Agglomerated Divine Metal - Type VII]

[Maximum capacity to withstand the full-force energy impact of a planetary-level martial artist.]

“Planetary-level…”

Qin Feng reached out and gently touched the cold, hard wall, his mind churning with waves of shock.

And such a dormitory, Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University provided free of charge to freshmen!

“The conditions are really not ordinary good.”

Qin Feng sighed sincerely.

After taking a tour to familiarize himself with his new home, he sat cross-legged on the soft, comfortable living room sofa and sank his consciousness into the subspace network.

“Hammer.”

“Here, Master.”

The S-class intelligent assistant in the form of a small dragon appeared before him instantly.

“Pull up the school’s mission system, and from Instructor Yu Han’s private domain forum, search and compile all information on how to quickly and efficiently earn contribution points. I need the most comprehensive data.”

“Command received, executing…”

Hammer’s efficiency was astonishing; in just one minute, a vast stream of information had been organized into clear entries, presented before Qin Feng.

[Information compilation complete.]

[Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University mission system is mainly divided into two categories: daily missions and achievement missions.]

[Daily missions: Mostly trivial on-campus service tasks.

For example, serving as a volunteer for admissions assessments, maintaining campus public facilities, acting as a temporary appraiser at the trading hall, etc.

Such missions offer very low contribution point rewards, and each mission has a limit on how many times it can be accepted within a certain period.]

Take the task of 'Admissions Assessment Volunteer,' for instance; a student could claim this duty but once every ten years.

Its grand purpose was merely to furnish a foundational income for the weaker pupils who possessed no other avenue to gather contribution points.

Achievement Quests: These came in a dazzling multitude of forms and stood as the primary highway to acquiring immense sums of contribution points. They were cataloged thus:

1. Imperial Arena Rank Advancement: With every ascent into a major rank, a one-time bounty of contribution points was bestowed. 2. Canaan Novice Cup: A tournament reserved exclusively for martial artists of the fourth to sixth tiers, held once every three imperial years; securing a rank yielded exceedingly handsome rewards.

3. Canaan Tower Challenge: For every level successfully conquered, a bounty of contribution points was granted. The loftier the floor, the more lavish the reward.

4. Promotion Within a Master’s Discipleship: Under the tutelage of a master, by passing the trials they set, one progressed from an 'Official Disciple' to an 'Elite Disciple,' then onward to a 'Core Disciple' and a 'Direct Disciple'; every single elevation brought its own reward.

5. Founding a Warband: By establishing a student warband affiliated with the Canaan Starry Sky Martial University and raising its renown and rating, one could secure a continuous stream of contribution points.

6. Various Official Imperial Tournaments: For example, the Starry Sky Cup; by securing a placement in these competitions, the university would grant additional, astronomical contribution point rewards.

Hammer’s chronicle had cataloged the avenues for acquiring contribution points with absolute precision.

“According to the big data analysis of over a million experiential posts by upperclassmen within the private forum, for a freshman, the most cost-effective, stable, and mainstream method of gathering contribution points among all achievement quests is—”

“To storm the Canaan Tower.”

Qin Feng looked upon this verdict, his head nodding in slow assent.

It chimed perfectly with his own conjectures.

The other tasks were more or less fettered by various restrictions or demanded a long, arduous accumulation of time.

Only the storming of the tower relied purely upon individual might; it was the most direct, the most equitable path.

So long as one was sufficiently strong, the rewards would flow in a ceaseless torrent.

“Very well, then I shall first test this Canaan Tower to see what manner of mystery it holds.”

A surging excitement welled up from the depths of Qin Feng’s heart.

He had only just broken through to become a fourth-tier 'Aperture-Opening Martial Artist,' and his vitality index had skyrocketed to thirty-five points; he hungered for a hearty, dripping battle to measure his current strength.

Through his personal terminal, he immediately accessed the challenge system of the Canaan Tower.

An ancient interface, gleaming with a bronze luster, materialized before him.

At the summit of the display stood a model of a colossal tower that pierced the heavens, spanning nine hundred and ninety-nine floors in total.

At this moment, only the lowest level, the very first floor, was illuminated, casting a faint, trembling glow.

Without a shred of hesitation, he selected the first floor.

You have chosen to challenge: Canaan Tower, First Floor

The species theme for this floor: Green-Skinned Orcs

Total number of phantom shadows for this floor’s challenge: 72

Species details for this floor: Green-Skin Boy, Green-Skin Mekboy, Warboss, Weirdboy, Skarboy, Burna Boy... a total of 72 common green-skin units.

Note: All challenges are conducted in a strict one-on-one solo combat mode.

First Floor, First Battle...

Challenge Target: Green-Skin Boy

Life Tier: Fourth Tier

Please select your equipment; entry into the subspace virtual battlefield is imminent.

Qin Feng’s consciousness was instantly pulled into a pure white virtual void.

Before him manifested weapon racks and armor stands.

After a brief deliberation, he chose the standard-issue gear with which he was most intimate.

A suit of light power armor forged from fourth-tier specialized alloy, and a long spear of the same tier and material.

Equipment selection complete, teleportation commencing!

A flash of white light erupted, and the scenery before him dissolved in an instant.

He found himself standing within a colossal colosseum, a place steeped in rust, gunpowder, and the grim aesthetics of violence.

Directly across from him, a burly silhouette standing over three meters tall, its body a knot of coiled muscle and its skin a filthy, mottled green, was slowly rising to its feet.

In its grasp, it swung a massive, crude choppa, looking as though it had been pieced together from discarded scrap iron.

Upon its visage, a signature 'Waaagh!' grin, brimming with bloodlust and fanaticism, cracked open.

A fourth-tier Green-Skin Boy!

“Come then!”

Within Qin Feng’s eyes, the fire of battle surged.

Yet, in the very next heartbeat, the martial fervor upon his face froze instantly.

For that Green-Skin Boy opposite him gave him absolutely no time to strike a pose or prepare himself.

The moment it laid eyes upon him, the creature unleashed a deafening roar, its gargantuan frame tearing across a distance of several hundred meters like a cannonball erupting from a barrel, appearing right before his face in a blink!

Fast!

Incredibly, unimaginably fast!

That massive choppa, carrying the shrieking howl of torn air, came crashing down toward his head in a swift, ferocious arc that completely defied its clumsy appearance.

Qin Feng’s pupils contracted violently.

Without a thought, he instantly brought his spear horizontal before him, his blood-qi exploding as he attempted to parry.

“Guard of a Thousand Hosts!”

And yet—

Clang—!!!

A clash of iron and steel loud enough to shatter eardrums reverberated through the entire colosseum.

A boundless, pure, and utterly terrifying torrent of brute force surged through the shaft of the spear, crashing wildly into his arms!

Crack!

Qin Feng felt as though his arms had been struck head-on by an interstellar train traveling at full velocity; the agonizing pain of fracturing bone instantly rippled through his entire body.

The fourth-tier alloy spear in his hands was brutally smashed into an exaggerated 'U' shape under that tyrannical force!

His entire being was sent flying backward like a batted ball, slamming violently against the colosseum wall with a dull, heavy thud.

Before he could even recover from the blinding pain and vertigo, the Green-Skin Boy had already closed the distance once more, its massive foot descending with the weight of a mountain, stamping ruthlessly down upon his chest.

Boom!

The world before Qin Feng was instantly swallowed by an absolute darkness.

Challenge Failed

The icy notification echoed within his mind.

When his consciousness drifted back into the luxurious living room of his dormitory, he could still distinctly feel the terrifying, grinding pain in his arms and chest, as though he were being crushed into fine powder.

Though it was merely a virtual sensation of pain, its realism left a lingering dread in his heart.

One round!

He couldn't even hold out for a single round.

He was utterly crushed by that seemingly ordinary, lowest-level green-skinned kid.

Qin Feng sat on the sofa, silent for a long time. For the first time, an expression of profound gravity appeared on his face.

"That guy's vitality index... is definitely above 50 points! Maybe even higher!"

"Pure strength, pure speed, no fancy techniques at all—just the most primal, most savage crushing."

"The first battle on the first floor of Canaan Tower... is the difficulty really this high?"

"And this is supposed to be the most cost-effective way to earn contribution points."

Qin Feng lowered his head to look at his hands, which still seemed to retain the sensation of shattering pain, astonishment in his heart.

(End of chapter)