Chapter 151: Crazy Buying of Resources! Catching Up Fast! (Seventh Update)

Chapter 151: Frenzied Resource Acquisition! Striving to Catch Up! (Seventh Update, Monthly Ticket Bonus, Please Vote for Monthly Tickets~)

When Qin Feng’s figure finally vanished into the bustling, endless stream of people at the central teleportation hub, the icy killing intent from the battlefield that clung to him quietly receded, retreating once more beneath that calm, unruffled surface.

He did not teleport directly back to the dormitory area. Instead, he boarded the campus’s fully automated maglev train, passing through several vast zones, each distinct in style and function.

Outside the window, scenes flashed by in rapid retreat: training grounds thick with murderous aura, where countless powered armors clashed in duels;

verdant ecological parks, where rare spiritual plants thrived under simulated sunlight;

and towering research spires, their tips gleaming with a wisdom beyond mortal comprehension.

This was Canaan Starry Sky Martial University—a colossal city-state that fused war, cultivation, and cutting-edge technology.

Eventually, the train glided to a stop in a zone called “Star Gazing.”

Qin Feng stepped off the maglev train and set foot on the path back to his dormitory.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance of grass and trees, unconsciously soothing his taut nerves.

He arrived before his own standalone dormitory.

It was a sleek, silver-gray metallic building, modest in size but brimming with a sense of technology.

“Identity confirmed. Qin Feng, welcome back.”

A cold, synthesized electronic voice sounded, and the alloy gate of the dormitory slid silently open to both sides.

He stepped inside, and the door closed softly behind him, sealing off the outside world entirely.

This was a private space that belonged completely to him.

Qin Feng walked to the center of the room, sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, and closed his eyes. He rapidly replayed the thrilling battle just past in his mind, confirming there were no overlooked details. Only then did he slowly open his eyes and begin to tally the gains from this trip.

He opened his personal data panel.

[Contribution Points Balance: 71]

[Fearless War Brigade Reputation: 100]

Looking at these two numbers, a solid sense of satisfaction welled up in Qin Feng’s heart.

“First, let’s see how the Empire Trading Hall differs from the exchange channels within the war brigade.”

With this thought, Qin Feng prepared to open the subspace network and enter these two entirely different trading platforms for comparison.

As the top-ranked war brigade at Canaan Starry Sky Martial University, the Fearless War Brigade’s internal resource repository was bound to have its unique merits.

However, just as his intent was about to click on the “Empire Trading Hall” icon—

“Buzz—”

On his personal private domain interface, a golden avatar representing “Mentor” began to flicker violently, in an unmistakable and intrusive manner, forcing a message window to pop up in the center of his field of vision.

It was a message from his mentor, a galactic-level powerhouse—Yu Han.

The message was extremely brief, and its tone seemed like a group announcement sent to all disciples.

[The Disciple Tier Promotion Tournament will conclude in 72 hours of Imperial Standard Time.]

[Next tournament start time: Ten years later.]

[Please make good use of your time.]

Three short sentences, yet they contained a vast amount of information.

Qin Feng was stunned on the spot.

Disciple Tier Promotion Tournament?

What was this? When did it start?

He had no recollection of it at all.

He quickly searched his memory for all the information since his enrollment.

Ever since becoming a nominal disciple of Yu Han, this mysterious mentor had never actively contacted him. And Qin Feng himself, busy earning contribution points and improving his strength, had hardly ever opened this mentor’s private domain, which was merely a name on his list.

Thinking carefully, he instantly understood.

“This promotion tournament likely started before I even enrolled.”

As a freshman who had been enrolled for less than a year, it was perfectly reasonable that he had missed the initial tournament notice.

Moreover, feeling that his own strength was too low, he hadn’t wanted to disturb that lofty, galactic-level mentor, so he had never actively checked the information in his private domain.

If not for Yu Han’s final group-wide “urgent reminder,” he would have truly missed this once-in-a-decade tournament.

Qin Feng’s interest was immediately piqued.

He quickly opened the secondary page of his mentor’s private domain and began searching for the detailed rules of the “Disciple Tier Promotion Tournament.”

Soon, clear lines of regulations appeared on his light screen.

[Canaan Starry Sky Martial University - Rules for Disciple Tier Promotion under Mentor Yu Han]

[Disciple Rank Classification: Formal Disciple, Elite Disciple, Core Disciple, Personal Disciple.]

[Promotion Rules: In the mentor’s private domain battle platform, select the “Promotion Tournament” mode.

The system will automatically match you with a disciple of a higher tier for a virtual battle.

Defeat your opponent to successfully advance to that tier and receive corresponding rewards.]

[Special Clause: All disciples participating in the promotion tournament must go all out. Any form of sandbagging or passive play is strictly prohibited during the battle.

If the mentor or system determines any violation, the offending disciple will be permanently expelled from Canaan Starry Sky Martial University, with no chance of reinstatement.]

[Promotion Rewards:]

[Promotion to Elite Disciple: Reward of 500 Contribution Points, and qualification to consult the mentor on cultivation matters once every ten years.]

Looking at those rules, especially the final promotion reward, Qin Feng’s breath caught slightly.

500 Contribution Points!

Just from advancing from “Formal Disciple” to “Elite Disciple,” the reward was as high as 500 Contribution Points!

Not to mention the “once every ten years” consultation qualification.

For an ordinary student, receiving personal guidance from a galactic-level powerhouse—even just a single sentence—could save them decades or even centuries of arduous cultivation. Its value simply could not be measured in Contribution Points!

“A once-in-a-decade opportunity…”

Qin Feng’s gaze turned razor-sharp.

He checked his own identity information.

Clearly marked tier: Formal Disciple.

This meant he needed to challenge an “Elite Disciple.”

He knew very well that his current strength might be considered outstanding among freshmen, but under a galactic-level mentor like Yu Han, a disciple rated as “Elite” would possess terrifying power beyond imagination.

He would most likely lose, and lose badly.

But… so what?

“Even if I lose, I must personally experience just how formidable this so-called ‘Elite Disciple’ truly is.”

In Qin Feng's character, the word "fear" had never existed.

Faced with disparity, his first reaction was always to confront it, analyze it, and then surpass it!

This once-in-a-decade opportunity was not merely a chance to obtain a massive reward, but also an excellent yardstick to measure the gap between himself and true geniuses.

Even if only to "feel out the situation" and glimpse the scenery at the summit, it would be enough to clarify his future path of cultivation.

With that thought, Qin Feng hesitated no longer.

He closed the other interfaces, focused all his mind on the mentor's private dueling platform, and without a second thought, selected the flickering countdown button for the [Promotion Match].

"Beep—Identity confirmed: Formal Disciple, Qin Feng."

"Now matching you with an opponent from the 'Elite Disciple' group..."

"Match successful!"

The scene before him shifted instantly; the cold dormitory vanished, replaced by an endless, magnificent starry sky.

He stood on a circular arena built from pure energy, beneath his feet a translucent force-field shield through which he could see the brilliant galaxy slowly rotating below.

Countless stars and gorgeous nebulae swirled around him, seemingly within reach.

On the other side of the arena, a burly figure slowly materialized.

It was a man over two and a half meters tall, clad in a heavy standard combat suit, his muscles knotted like granite, exuding explosive power.

His face bore the weathered maturity and steadfastness of one who had endured much, his gaze steady as a mountain.

The moment his data appeared in Qin Feng's field of vision, Qin Feng's pupils contracted sharply.

[Opponent: Baze]

[Disciple Group: Elite Disciple]

[Life Force Index: 500.14]

[Weapons: Horse-Slaying Saber, Broadsword]

[Martial Artist Level: Fourth-Level Martial Artist]

[Mastered Killing Arts (First-Level, Perfected): Seventeen, including *Collapsing Mountain Blade* and *Jade Dragon Blade*.]

[Mastered Killing Arts (Second-Level, Perfected): *Broadsword Unity*, *Listening to the Waves*, *Overlord Slash*]

Life Force Index: 500 points!

Even more terrifying, he had mastered a full seventeen first-level perfected killing arts and three second-level perfected ones!

Qin Feng took a deep breath, forcing down the shock within him.

He knew it would be tough, but he hadn't expected it to be this extreme.

And this was just an "Elite Disciple"—what kind of monsters must the "Core Disciples" and "Personal Disciples" above be?

The 30-second countdown before the match slowly appeared in the center of the arena.

The burly Baze, upon seeing Qin Feng's Life Force Index of 70.34 and his two "Mastery Realm" killing arts, showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a gentle goodwill.

He did not reveal any contempt or impatience at Qin Feng's low strength; instead, he gave a very standard military salute to Qin Feng—right fist clenched, placed over the left chest at the heart and tapped, then the palm opened and raised, fingertips touching the brow.

"Baze, Elite Disciple. Specializing in heavy slashing weapons like the broadsword and horse-slaying saber."

His voice was deep and steady, full of a soldier's crisp efficiency.

"Junior, you've seen the rules. No going easy in the match, so I'll have to offend you shortly."

His friendly attitude caught Qin Feng somewhat off guard.

Qin Feng immediately returned the salute and said in a low voice, "Qin Feng, Formal Disciple. Specializing in the spear."

"The spear..."

Baze nodded, his gaze lingering a moment longer on the "Mastery Realm" tag, and he began to offer guidance without stint: "Your talent is quite good, junior. To push two killing arts to the 'Mastery Realm' with such a low Life Force Index—that insight is outstanding even among us."

"However, there's a problem."

Baze's tone was very sincere, like a true senior brother enlightening a junior.

"'Mastery Realm' is powerful, but it requires a vast 'material library' as support. Your biggest issue now is that your 'killing art material library' is too sparse. Two Mastery Realms are like having two peerless divine craftsmen, but you've only given them two materials—the types of weapons they can forge are ultimately limited."

"My advice is to devote all your energy to learning more first-level killing arts, starting with at least ten, the more the better. Fist, palm, leg, and body techniques are essential; you can also learn the long staff, since spear and staff share the same roots... The broader your coverage, the more solid your foundation. When your 'material library' is large enough, your 'Mastery Realm' can truly unleash earth-shattering power."

"As for second-level killing arts, you can start learning them after your Life Force Index breaks two hundred."

Baze's words hit the mark, directly pinpointing the core of Qin Feng's problem!

"Thank you for the guidance, senior."

Qin Feng said sincerely.

"Don't mention it."

Baze smiled. "My strength is about average among all Elite Disciples. When you're around my level, as long as your luck isn't too bad—not drawing those top-tier monsters for several years in a row—you'll basically be able to advance to Elite Disciple."

"The benefits for Elite Disciples are quite good,"

he added. "The 500 contribution points are secondary; the most important thing is that you can consult the mentor in person once every ten years—that's the real priceless treasure."

Just then, the 30-second countdown in the center of the arena finally reached its end.

[0]

[Match Start!]

The gentle smile on Baze's face instantly vanished, replaced by a soldier's absolute focus and sharpness.

The broadsword in his hand was already gripped tight, and he gave Qin Feng a slight nod.

"Forgive me!"

The moment the words fell, Baze's figure moved!

He used no flashy footwork, just the simplest forward charge imbued with terrifying explosive power.

Yet this simple action, in Qin Feng's eyes, transformed into an incomprehensible, fearsome calamity!

Too fast!

Fast to the extreme!

Qin Feng's dynamic vision could only capture a blurry, stretched-to-the-limit afterimage.

His neural reaction speed hadn't even had time to send the command to his body to "raise the spear and block."

His mind was still stuck on the thought "he moved."

And death had already arrived.

He didn't even see how the other drew his blade; he only felt an irresistible, terrifying force that seemed capable of splitting the stars themselves envelop his entire being.

No pain, no struggle.

The entire world before him, along with the brilliant starry sky, in an instant, together with his consciousness, returned to utter darkness.

[Match Ended.]

[You have been defeated.]

The cold system prompt yanked Qin Feng’s consciousness back from that void of darkness with a jolt.

He snapped his eyes open, finding himself still sitting cross-legged in that icy dormitory, as if everything that had just happened was but a phantom dream.

He had been annihilated. In the instant the match began, before he could even lift his gun, his opponent had destroyed him in a way he could not comprehend at all.

Was this the strength of an elite disciple?

Qin Feng sat there, stunned, his mind replaying that blurry afterimage over and over, his heart churning with myriad emotions.

He felt no trace of dismay, nor the slightest hint of discouragement.

That overwhelming, despairing gap in power did not crush his will; instead, it ignited a blazing fire within him—a fire named “pursuit.”

“Five hundred life points… seventeen first-level perfected killing techniques… three second-level perfected killing techniques…”

He murmured Baz’s data, his fists unconsciously clenching tight.

“So this is what an elite disciple is like.”

“I see it now.”

“Then next, I’ll catch up to him.”

—

“Senior Baz is right; my foundation is still far from enough,” Qin Feng said to himself.

The urgent task was to turn the resources he had just obtained into tangible strength.

Qin Feng walked to the center of the room, and with a thought, a massive pale blue light screen unfurled before him.

He continued the plan that had been interrupted, ready to carefully compare the differences between the “Imperial Trade Exchange” and the “Fearless War Brigade Resource Vault.”

He first opened the interface of the [Imperial Trade Exchange].

It was an immensely complex, vast online platform, as boundless as the sea.

The moment the interface expanded, Qin Feng felt as if he had been cast into a universe made of data.

Countless product categories were arrayed like galaxies, from the most basic “Psychic Potions” and “Body-Training Techniques” to the unimaginable “Starships” and “Planetary Ownership,” covering nearly every tradable item in the known universe of the Human Empire.

Under just the major category “Resources Suitable for Fourth-Level Martial Artists,” the number of subdirectories exceeded ten million.

Qin Feng did not browse; instead, he directly activated the precise search function.

[Search Keywords: Premium Psychic Potion]

Buzz!

Data streams flashed and refreshed, and a standard product list appeared before him.

[Product: Premium Psychic Potion]

[Type: Consumable]

[Applicable Level: Fourth-Level Aperture-Opening Martial Artist]

[Effect: Contains pure psychic energy, can be used to open and fill ‘energy apertures,’ significantly boosting life index.]

[Imperial Trade Exchange Official Guide Price: 10 Contribution Points per vial]

Seeing this price, Qin Feng nodded, establishing a benchmark in his mind.

This was the “market price” within the Empire, carrying the highest credibility.

Then, he exited the Imperial Trade Exchange and clicked on another icon bearing the fierce emblem of the Fearless War Brigade—[War Brigade Internal Resource Vault].

Unlike the vastness of the Imperial Trade Exchange, the War Brigade Resource Vault’s interface was extremely concise and austere.

The background was a cold, dark gold tone, and the categories were far less numerous, with only a dozen or so major headings like “Weapons and Equipment,” “Killing Technique Manuals,” “Psychic Resources,” and “Special Services.”

Qin Feng could sense that the total number of products here might be less than a billionth of the Imperial Trade Exchange.

But when he clicked on the “Psychic Resources” category and filtered for “Suitable for Fourth-Level Martial Artists,” his eyes instantly sharpened.

Though the resources here were few, each was a masterpiece.

There were no flashy, mediocre items; what was displayed were all hard currencies that had been personally verified by countless War Brigade seniors, offering the highest efficiency for combat and cultivation.

For a fourth-level martial artist with clear goals, these resources were already ample, saving the tedious process of sifting through the ocean of information in the Imperial Trade Exchange.

Qin Feng input the search command again.

[Premium Psychic Potion]

[War Brigade Internal Exchange Price: 10 Prestige Points per vial]

Seeing this price, Qin Feng’s pupils contracted slightly, and a wave surged in his heart.

Ten Prestige Points!

The value of prestige was actually fully equivalent to contribution points!

He immediately understood the deeper meaning behind this.

In the “Stardust Wanderer-7” mission, their team of four had earned a total of 100 contribution points, and as the captain, Qin Feng had received 40.

But at the same time, each of them had gained an additional 100 War Brigade Prestige Points!

This meant that for a member of the Fearless War Brigade, every successful mission yielded nearly double the actual reward!

“So that’s how it is…”

A glimmer of understanding flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes.

This was not simple welfare; it was a legacy, an investment, a kind of “subsidized” system that belonged only to victors.

It was the countless seniors of the Fearless War Brigade, through their merits and sacrifices, who had jointly built this vast, independent resource circulation system.

They had left the War Brigade’s glory and wealth to their successors in the form of “prestige,” ensuring that every junior who fought bloodily for the War Brigade and the Empire could receive resources far beyond the norm, thus growing faster and becoming stronger.

This was fundamentally different from the model at Qiming First High, where the school directly signed contracts with prodigies and gave them resources for free.

Qiming First High’s model was pure “giving,” an advance investment in talent.

The Fearless War Brigade’s model, however, was “earning.”

You had to first rely on your own hard strength to fight on the battlefield, complete those life-and-death missions, and return alive before you could enjoy this “subsidized” resource.

If you failed in a mission, everything would be lost, with no guaranteed prestige reward.

This model was harsher, yet fairer, crowning only the truly strong and victorious.

“No wonder the Fearless War Brigade can be Canaan’s top brigade and thrive for so long.”

Qin Feng’s heart was filled with emotion.

This virtuous cycle of fighting to sustain growth, where the strong grew stronger, was enough to forge any talented individual into a true war machine.

Having understood this, he hesitated no longer and immediately began his exchange plan.

His gaze first fell on those 100 War Brigade Prestige Points.

“Senior Baz advised me to start considering second-level killing techniques only after my life index reaches 200 points.”

Qin Feng clearly remembered every word of that elite senior brother.

His current vitality index was 70.34, still nearly 130 points short of the 200-point threshold.

Based on his experience cultivating the *Great Sun Acupoint Opening Method*, each successful opening and filling of a “Great Sun Acupoint” would grant him roughly a 10-point increase in vitality.

“That means I need to open at least thirteen, maybe even fourteen Great Sun Acupoints to firmly step into the 200-point threshold.”

Opening one Great Sun Acupoint required about one vial of top-tier psionic agent and an ocean of arduous training.

The plan crystallized in an instant.

Without hesitation, Qin Feng exchanged all 100 reputation points he had just earned from the war group’s resource depot for [Top-Tier Psionic Agent].

[Exchange successful! 100 reputation points deducted.]

[Item obtained: Top-Tier Psionic Agent x 10 vials.]

Ten vials of blue agent, shimmering with dazzling light, materialized silently in his subspace storage unit.

With these ten vials as his foundation, Qin Feng was confident that in his next seclusion, he could push his vitality index all the way to 110 points!

After handling the reputation, his gaze shifted to the remaining 71 contribution points.

He didn’t look at the psionic agents again but instead opened the [Martial Arts Manuals] section in the war group’s resource depot.

Another of Baze’s words echoed in his mind—

“Your ‘killing technique library’ is far too sparse… You need at least ten techniques to start.”

Qin Feng deeply agreed.

What he currently mastered were only the *Thousand Army Spear* and the *Fierce Bird Fist*. Though both had been ground to the “Mastery Realm,” their styles leaned toward overwhelming force and cunning, ruthless strikes.

When facing special situations, like defense or entanglement, they proved inadequate.

He needed to enrich his arsenal of killing techniques.

Under Hammer’s guidance, a very suitable spear technique caught Qin Feng’s eye.

*Blazing Prairie Hundred Strikes*, *Rainstorm Pear Blossom Spear*, *Thunderclap Spear Art*, *Dragon-Serpent Spear*…

In the end, his gaze was firmly locked onto a technique called [Dragon-Serpent Spear].

[Technique: Dragon-Serpent Spear]

[Type: First-Level Killing Technique]

[Features: This spear technique merges the ‘dragon’s’ fierce dominance with the ‘serpent’s’ yin-like suppleness and agility. When the spear strikes like a dragon, it is grand and unstoppable; when it moves like a serpent, it coils and slithers, penetrating every gap. At the highest realm of cultivation, it can be both hard and soft, changing at will, combining offense with entanglement.]

[Killing Moves: Divine Dragon Sweeps Tail, Cunning Serpent Emerges from Hole, Dragon-Serpent Combined Strike]

[Price: 50 contribution points]

This was it!

A glint of sharp light flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes.

This *Dragon-Serpent Spear* was about “balancing hardness with softness.” It would not only enhance his frontal assault capabilities but also grant him the combat wisdom of entanglement, deflection, and overcoming force with gentleness.

Its value for enriching his “Mastery Realm” library was immeasurable.

“Exchange!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Qin Feng paid 50 contribution points.

[Exchange successful! 50 contribution points deducted.]

[Technique obtained: Complete *Dragon-Serpent Spear*.]

A torrent of information surged through the subspace network, forming a holographic teaching video. A black-clad martial artist demonstrated in the hologram, covering all aspects of the *Dragon-Serpent Spear*—moves, breathing methods, footwork, and more.

By following the steps and combining them with “Heaven Rewards Diligence,” he was confident he could push this spear technique to great mastery, even perfection, in a short time.

“After I learn the *Dragon-Serpent Spear*, I’ll exchange for a staff technique,” Qin Feng had already planned his next step. “The spear is the king of a hundred weapons, while the staff is their ancestor. It focuses on sweeping and thrusting, with even more variations than the spear. As Baze said, spear and staff share the same origin. Combined, my attack methods will have no blind spots. But for now, the priority is to fill the gaps in my spear skills—first master the Dragon-Serpent Spear.”

After this round of operations, his contribution point balance was left with a lonely 21 points.

Staring at this number, Qin Feng fell into a brief contemplation.

According to his old habits, he would have unhesitatingly exchanged these 21 points for two more vials of top-tier psionic agent, maximizing resource use.

But now, his thinking had changed.

That duel with Baze, the once-a-decade promotion tournament, and the equally decennial “Canaan Rookie Cup” loomed over him like two mountains, pressing on his heart. For the first time, he truly felt the urgency of time.

Ten years!

For high-level martial artists who often secluded themselves for centuries, ten years was but a snap of the fingers.

But for him, in the midst of a rapid growth spurt, these ten years were the most crucial golden period to catch up with those prodigies!

He could not afford to miss it.

Whether for the generous rewards or to elevate his martial arts strength.

“Resources are important, but the ‘efficiency’ of cultivation is equally paramount.”

Qin Feng’s thoughts became crystal clear.

High-intensity training would inevitably bring hidden injuries to the body and massive depletion of mental energy.

Without effective recovery methods, each seclusion would require a great deal of time for recuperation, which would undoubtedly slow his overall progress.

He had to factor in the cost of “time.”

Soon, he made his final exchange with the remaining 21 contribution points.

[Item exchanged: Top-Tier Deep Recovery Medicinal Bath Pack x 2. Price: 5 contribution points per pack.]

[Item exchanged: Special Mental Energy Recovery Agent x 1. Price: 10 contribution points per vial.]

After all this, his contribution point balance was left with just one.

[Contribution Point Balance: 1 point]

Looking at this number, Qin Feng felt a pang of reluctance.

After fighting a bloody battle, the contribution points and reputation he had earned were almost instantly spent.

All resources were in place, and the plan was clear.

In the days ahead, he would enter a long period of seclusion.

Using those ten vials of top-tier psionic agent, he would break through four new Great Sun Acupoints, pushing his vitality index to the 110-point threshold!

Then he would begin training the newly acquired *Dragon-Serpent Spear* and start filling his “Mastery Realm” with fresh material.

The two recovery bath packs and one mental energy agent would be his “catalysts” to shorten this process and boost cultivation efficiency.

“Ten years…”

He murmured to himself, flames blazing in his eyes.

“The Canaan Rookie Cup, the Mentor Group Promotion Tournament…”

“I won’t miss a single one again!”

(End of chapter)