Chapter 181: Seeing Shi Potian Again, the Cultivation Speed Brings Shock! Ten

Chapter 181: Meeting Shi Potian Again, Cultivation Speed Brings Shock! The Ten Complete Hands Enhanced Several Times!

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The power armor maintenance base in the transmission zone of Canaan Starry Sky Martial University.

Here, all members of the war groups who have completed high-intensity missions come to rest and maintain their equipment.

In the air, there is a faint smell of metal smelting and energy conduction.

Huge mechanical arms move slowly in mid-air, precisely sending each set of battle-damaged power armor into fully automatic repair pods.

Qin Feng's figure appeared on the transmission platform.

He did not return directly to the dormitory but came here instead.

His "Minglong I" power armor, which had accompanied him for over a decade and was already scarred and battered, had been pushed to the brink of scrapping after the bloody battle with the Green Skin army.

The armor was covered with ferocious slash marks and scorch traces from explosive shells.

On the shoulder armor, a huge gap cut by a Green Skin elite veteran had almost completely destroyed the entire shoulder structure, and the entire front was torn open by the Green Skin boss's power claw.

The most core energy system had long fallen silent due to energy depletion.

He needed to perform the most thorough repair and replenishment for his "comrade" here.

He skillfully operated the smart brain and sent the power armor into the highest-level repair channel.

Fortunately, everything was free.

This was the privilege that Canaan Starry Sky Martial University offered to its students.

While waiting for the repair, Qin Feng leaned against the alloy wall nearby, resting with his eyes closed.

The experiences of the past year or so flowed slowly through his mind like a bizarre dream.

From a desperate dead end to a rescue like divine soldiers descending from heaven;

From being utterly confused about the "Ten Complete Hands" to suddenly seeing the light under the personal guidance of Master Sun...

Just then, a large transmission halo not far from Qin Feng suddenly lit up with brilliant light.

Three familiar figures stepped out from it.

Their bodies still carried the lingering scent of blood and fire from a just-concluded brutal battle.

Qin Feng's eyes slowly opened.

His gaze fell on the three of them, and in his eyes, a warmth of reunion after a long separation involuntarily emerged.

These three were his close friends, whom he had not seen for over a decade—Shi Potian, Tie Mu, and Xiong Yanfu.

Ten years apart, their changes were earth-shattering.

Shi Potian's arms, which had been severed due to Shi Dang's betrayal, had long since regrown through top-tier regeneration technology.

Now, he wore a heavy, defense-oriented special power armor, his eyes deeper and more composed than before. He stood there like a boulder weathered by millennia, giving off an incredibly reliable feeling.

Xiong Yanfu was the same.

His lower body, once cut in half, had also perfectly regenerated.

His physique was now even more massive and robust than before.

He grinned, his face showing a trace of fatigue after completing the mission, but his eyes sparkled with a vitality as vigorous as flames.

And Tie Mu, who had always been taciturn, had changed the least, yet the most.

His figure remained lean and tough, his face still cold and stern.

But his eyes were no longer filled with the deep-seated pain of the past; instead, they were like a drawn sword, sharp and full of an unstoppable fighting spirit.

Ten years were enough to change too much.

They were no longer the slightly immature freshmen they once were.

Now, each of them had become a true "senior student," capable of standing on their own.

From the naivety of their first steps into Canaan to the steadiness and reliability of today.

In the blink of an eye, over fifty years had passed.

"Time really flies."

Qin Feng looked at his three close friends and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Against the backdrop of the vast, boundless universe measured in light-years, for them, beings whose life forms had long surpassed the mortal realm, ten or even a hundred years were truly like a fleeting moment, so brief it made one feel dazed.

Shi Potian and the others also noticed Qin Feng leaning against the wall.

Their faces simultaneously lit up with surprise.

"Qin Feng?!"

Xiong Yanfu's loud voice was the first to ring out.

They quickly walked over, and the four reunited, their eyes filled with unspoken joy and mutual understanding.

They punched each other's shoulders.

Then, they fell into a peculiar yet perfectly harmonious silence.

Everyone, with tacit understanding, avoided mentioning that taboo-like name—Shi Dang.

That name was an eternal, unhealable scar in all their hearts.

They didn't need words to remind each other of their revenge target.

Because that overwhelming hatred had long been fused into their blood, etched into their bones, becoming the most primal driving force behind each of their insane cultivation over the past ten years.

They only chatted about trivial, recent matters.

But between the lines, they were all showing each other their efforts and achievements over the decade.

"The three of us have finally completed that damned 'merging of apertures.'"

Shi Potian spoke first, his tone very calm. "Over these ten years, we've practically spent all our time on missions. The rewards from the war group ranking competition are indeed generous. Once this event is completely over, the three of us plan to use our accumulated contribution points to buy the mental power control method and officially begin our assault on the sixth-level 'Soaring Martial Artist' realm."

"That's right!"

Xiong Yanfu also said in a muffled voice, "Once I learn the mental power control method, the first thing I'll do is go and kill all those disgusting Chaos followers cleanly!"

Tie Mu didn't speak, just nodded heavily, the killing intent in his eyes purer than anyone else's.

After speaking, the three of them simultaneously turned their gazes to Qin Feng.

Xiong Yanfu asked curiously, "Qin Feng, what about you? You're the most abnormal among us. Your progress over these ten years must be greater than ours, right? How many apertures have you merged now?"

Hearing this, Qin Feng just smiled and calmly reported a number.

"Fifty-four apertures."

Hearing this number, Shi Potian and the others were momentarily stunned, then their faces showed an expression of "as expected," a mix of admiration and helplessness.

Shi Potian did a quick mental calculation and then sighed, "Ten years, merging fifty-four apertures... that averages out to more than five per year. At this rate, in another sixty or seventy years, you'll almost have merged all the remaining apertures. Your cultivation speed is still so unreasonably fast."

"Yeah."

Tie Mu shook his head. "By the time we three become 'Soaring Martial Artists' in sixty or seventy years, our vitality index might not be higher than yours, still stuck at the fifth level. The advantage of the 'Supreme Aperture-Opening Method' is just too great."

Their sighs came from the depths of their hearts.

Yet among them, there was not a trace of envy, only pure, heartfelt joy for a friend’s strength.

Everyone understood each other tacitly.

This reunion after a long separation did not consume much of their time.

They simply exchanged brief updates on their current situations, confirming that each was still steadfastly advancing on the right path of ever-growing power.

That was enough.

“Alright, we still need to submit the mission report and repair the power armor. You should go rest too,” said Shi Potian.

“Mm.”

The four exchanged one last glance, then turned and departed.

Watching the retreating figures of his three close friends, Qin Feng’s eyes flickered with a trace of relief.

He could feel it.

Everyone was striving with all their might, in their own way.

They all wanted to personally draw a bloody end to Lei Meng’s story, to that bitter betrayal.

To kill Shi Dang with their own hands!

…

By the time the power armor repairs were complete, Qin Feng had finally pulled back his wandering thoughts.

He retrieved the “Minglong Type I” power armor, restored to its original state and fully recharged, then teleported directly back to his personal dormitory, which he had not seen for over a year.

The room was still spotless.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, but did not immediately begin cultivating the newly learned *Ten Complete Hands*.

The first thing he needed to do was purchase resources.

He opened the war band’s reputation resource repository and, looking at his reputation point balance, began buying supplies.

When the heavy alloy door of the dormitory slowly closed, completely sealing off all the noise from the outside world,

Qin Feng’s world returned to that absolute tranquility he had long grown accustomed to.

He sat cross-legged, sinking his mind into his personal terminal, gazing at the substantial wealth he had accumulated over the past ten years through countless bloody battles.

[Current Balance]

Contribution Points: 7,400

War Band Reputation: 82,000

He opened the internal reputation resource repository of the “Fearless” War Band, and the dazzling array of top-tier cultivation resources, glowing with enticing light, once again appeared before his eyes.

“Exchange for twenty vials of ‘Enhanced Type II Psionic Potion.’”

[-16,000 Reputation]

“Exchange for twenty sets of ‘Enhanced Type II Deep Repair Medicinal Bath.’”

[-8,000 Reputation]

“Exchange for ten vials of ‘Enhanced Type II Mental Recovery Potion.’”

[-5,000 Reputation]

A series of exchange commands flowed smoothly.

In total, he spent 29,000 war band reputation points, almost exactly the same amount he had exchanged for each previous seclusion.

He did not spend all of his over eighty thousand reputation points at once.

Because the core purpose of this seclusion was not to pursue the number of merged apertures, but to—test.

He wanted to personally verify just how much improvement the supreme nurturing method—*Ten Complete Hands*—which had cost him an entire year of time, taught one-on-one by a stellar-level powerhouse, and had only increased by one point of proficiency, could bring to his current cultivation!

As for the over seven thousand contribution points, he left them untouched.

Contribution points were hard to come by.

After experiencing the bloody battle on Planet Y-34 that nearly wiped out his team, he understood better than ever the importance of “trump cards.”

He needed to keep these contribution points to purchase more powerful equipment that could save his life at critical moments.

When all the ordered resources precisely appeared in his subspace storage unit amid a gentle spatial fluctuation,

Qin Feng once again activated the highest-level seclusion mode of the training room.

A new round of cultivation began.

Skillfully, he took out the first vial of pale golden “Enhanced Type II Psionic Potion” from the storage unit and drank it in one gulp.

Boom—!

That familiar torrent of psionic energy exploded within his body once more!

Qin Feng immediately activated the *Great Sun Aperture Fusion Method*, guiding this terrifying energy to begin assaulting the two independent “Great Sun Apertures” he had already selected within his body.

His mental focus was razor-sharp.

He manipulated one of the apertures, as brilliant as a sun, like pulling a real star, forcibly and slowly drawing it toward the other target “small aperture,” pressing, merging, fusing!

This was an excruciatingly painful and mentally draining process.

The violent psionic energy continuously scoured and tore at his flesh.

And the terrifying repulsive force between the two “Great Sun Apertures,” like a magnetic field of opposition, kept his mind stretched to the breaking point at all times.

Soon, when the body’s fatigue and damage accumulated to a critical threshold,

Qin Feng paused his assault.

He immersed himself in the emerald-green deep repair medicinal bath, brimming with life energy.

At the same time, he took another potion that rapidly restored his mental strength.

Warm energy enveloped his entire body, repairing the tiniest injuries caused by the energy impact within him.

Cool medicinal power nourished his nearly depleted mental ocean.

After doing all this, this time, he added a brand-new step.

He began to perform the *Ten Complete Hands* on himself!

He sat cross-legged in the medicinal bath, closed his eyes, and began making a series of ancient and profound movements with his hands in front of him.

His left hand stroked the right half of his body.

His right hand brushed over the left half of his body.

Just as Master Sun Chantang had taught him.

Before he had mastered mental power and could not achieve “mental interference with reality,” he could only use this most primitive, most clumsy method to apply this supreme nurturing method to himself.

Yet, in his own eyes, this was an extremely clumsy “left hand drawing circles, right hand drawing squares.”

The effect it brought far exceeded his imagination!

When his hands, infused with the unique vital energy of the *Ten Complete Hands*, brushed over his own body.

Qin Feng clearly felt that the surging spiritual energy within him seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible giant hand.

Those life energies soaking in the medicinal bath, which had been scrambling to burrow into his body, now seemed to receive the most precise guidance. No longer did they scatter chaotically in all directions as before, but instead transformed into gentle, pure warm currents, absorbed and accepted by every cell of his body in the most efficient manner!

Even the recovering spiritual power, its speed seemed to gain some mysterious boost, becoming swifter and more condensed!

The speed of absorption!

The speed of recovery!

Everything was accelerating wildly in an inconceivable way!

Unexpectedly, fast!

Faster, much faster!

After Qin Feng’s brain, like a supercomputer, performed the most precise calculations, he arrived at a conclusion that shocked even himself—

Under the enhancement of the *Ten Complete Hands*, his absorption of medicinal power and body recovery speed were nearly four times faster than before!

The time needed to recover from the physical depletion caused by each attempt to merge a "joint orifice" was greatly shortened!

What did this mean?

He could make more attempts in a shorter period of time!

His cultivation efficiency was forcibly elevated by several levels!

...

Time, within this highly efficient cycle, flew by swiftly.

One month later.

When Qin Feng had exhausted all the cultivation resources in his storage unit.

He slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was filled with uncontrollable, intense surprise and shock!

He looked at his attribute panel, feeling the once-again refined power within him.

In just one month!

He had successfully merged two more orifices!

"How is this possible?!"

Even with Qin Feng's steady temperament, he could not suppress the ecstasy within his heart.

"Just a sliver of proficiency in the *Ten Complete Hands* can produce such a terrifying acceleration effect on my cultivation, which now has a life force index exceeding 4,000 points!"

He quickly recalculated in his mind.

"One month, two orifice merges!"

"And I still need to merge the remaining three hundred-plus orifices. Calculated, that’s roughly one hundred and fifty 'two-into-one' merges!"

"That means..."

A new timeline, one that made even his own breathing quicken, emerged in his mind! "I only need another one hundred and fifty months of seclusion! Converted, that’s about twelve and a half years!"

"If I can gather enough resources during this period, then I only need less than thirteen years of seclusion to completely merge these three hundred and sixty Great Sun Orifices into one!"

This conclusion was a world apart from his earlier prediction of "sixty years of seclusion"!

"And as for resources..."

His eyes sparkled with an unprecedented, bright light.

"Now is still the 'triple reputation' period of the Battle Group Ranking Tournament! As long as I complete more missions, the speed of accumulating reputation points is far beyond normal times! Once my strength improves a bit more, I can even try to take on those 'Hell-level' missions with richer rewards! By then, my gains will only be greater!"

A clear, straight, broad road to the peak had already unfolded before his feet!

The immense pressure and urgency brought by Shi Dang were greatly alleviated at this moment.

He smiled.

A smile from the heart.

He immediately began to revise his long-term cultivation plan, which had long been set.

He set a new goal for himself, one that would have seemed utterly fantastical before—

He would completely merge all the orifices within his body before the end of this Battle Group Ranking Tournament!

Forty years to open orifices!

Thirty years to merge orifices!

He would use a total of seventy years to traverse the complete path of the "Supreme Orifice-Opening Method," which ordinary geniuses would need hundreds or even thousands of years to complete!

And after that, it would be truly like a fish entering the sea, a bird soaring into the sky!

A smooth road all the way!—

Just as Qin Feng, stirred by the great breakthrough of the *Ten Complete Hands*, set a new, grand cultivation goal for himself.

Inside the highest council chamber of the "Fearless" Battle Group, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive, like the sea before a storm.

Feng Zhiyu, a planetary-level powerhouse and the soon-to-graduate battle group leader, stood silently with more than a dozen ninth-level martial artists holding core positions in the battle group, before a massive holographic light screen.

On the screen, the latest points of each division in the current Battle Group Ranking Tournament were displayed in real time.

On either side of the main screen, smaller screens floated.

These screens showed real-time footage from the first-person perspective of battle group members executing missions.

Some showed fierce battles with grotesque cosmic creatures in asteroid belts; others depicted stealth assassinations in heavily guarded interstellar fortresses; still others portrayed bloody combat with alien armies on war-torn planets...

Every image was filled with the cruelty of blood and fire.

But at this moment, no one’s attention was on these thrilling battle recordings.

Everyone’s gaze was locked on the main screen showing the total points.

"In the fourth-level martial artist division, and the five high-level martial artist divisions—six, seven, eight, and nine—our points are not far behind the 'Iron Blood' Battle Group. Basically, we’re maintaining a tie."

The sharp-eyed female ninth-level martial artist in charge of data analysis was the first to break the silence in the council chamber.

Her voice was somewhat dry.

She paused, and her tone grew heavier.

"But... in the fifth-level martial artist division, we have completely fallen behind the 'Iron Blood' Battle Group."

Her finger lightly tapped the screen.

The points data for the fifth-level martial artist division was instantly magnified, displayed before everyone in shockingly large fonts.

[Fearless Battle Group - Fifth Division Total Points: 119,743]

[Iron Blood Battle Group - Fifth Division Total Points: 231,586]

The gap was nearly double.

Looking at this cold, cruel number, War Legion Commander Feng Zhiyu fell into a long silence.

In his eyes, deep as the starry river, a flicker of helplessness and profound weariness passed.

Everyone present knew clearly how this gap had come about.

It was a problem left over from history.

About two hundred and fifty years ago, due to some internal reasons within the "Fearless" War Legion, the high command briefly relaxed their recruitment efforts for that year's new students.

Their old rival—the "Iron Blood" War Legion—shrewdly seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

With several times the preferential conditions and resource advantages of the "Fearless," they frantically intercepted a large number of top-tier geniuses from that year's cohort who had chosen the "Ultimate Awakening Method."

Although, afterward, the "Fearless" War Legion quickly reacted, mending the fold after the sheep were lost, and ramping up recruitment efforts again.

And, relying on its illustrious reputation as the "First War Legion" for thousands of years, in the following years, it successfully replenished the number of fourth-level martial artists practicing the "Ultimate Awakening Method."

But what was missed was missed.

That batch of fourth-level geniuses who had been snatched away by the "Iron Blood" War Legion and had practiced the "Ultimate Awakening Method" had now all smoothly grown into the backbone of the fifth-level martial artist competition zone.

As for the "Fearless" War Legion side, although their strength in the fourth-level zone had not fallen behind.

In the fifth-level zone, however, there appeared an irreparable, massive gap in strength.

"Eleven years have passed since the War Legion Ranking Tournament."

Another burly ninth-level martial artist, looking at the data on the light screen, made calculations in a voice like a great bell.

"Based on the current rate of point accumulation and the disparity in high-end combat power in the fifth-level zone between the two sides, by the time the thirty-year tournament ends, our final point gap in the fifth-level zone will likely be around three hundred thousand points."

"If we can only tie with the 'Iron Blood' War Legion in all other segments... then, because of this one zone's massive disadvantage, we will completely lose the throne of 'First War Legion' and fall to second place."

His words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

Although everyone present had already anticipated this outcome in their hearts.

When it was laid out so clearly and nakedly on the table, it still made the air in the entire meeting hall even more oppressive.

"Mm, I understand."

After a long while, Feng Zhiyu finally spoke slowly.

His voice carried an indescribable emotion.

"Unless... now, a madman suddenly appears. A madman who can, single-handedly, frantically complete those 'Hell-level' or even 'Nightmare-level' missions. Otherwise, the outcome is set."

He said this in self-mockery.

Because he knew better than anyone that this was utterly impossible.

"War Commander."

Immediately, another martial artist interjected, "The single-mission point reward for 'Hell-level' missions is about 1,000 points. And for 'Nightmare-level' missions, it's as high as 100,000 points! Should we... issue some additional incentive policies within the legion to encourage our top members to take a gamble?"

He meant well.

Wanting to make one last struggle at the final moment, to see if a miracle could be created.

However, these words immediately drew Feng Zhiyu's thunderously severe criticism!

"Encourage them to do what?!"

Feng Zhiyu turned his head sharply, his deep eyes shooting an extremely sharp light, staring intently at the speaking martial artist, "Encourage them to go die?!"

His voice was not loud, but it contained an unquestionable, terrifying pressure belonging to a planetary-level powerhouse!

"I repeat! The ranking of war legions ebbs and flows—you rise, I fall—this is the norm of history! It is a healthy competition between us and 'Iron Blood' that has lasted for tens of thousands of years! Are we to send the future pillars of our empire, the future hope of our 'Fearless,' to carry out missions with a slim chance of survival, or even no chance at all, just for this empty title of 'First'?!"

His gaze swept over everyone present, his tone cold as iron.

"Look at all our fifth-level martial artists now! Besides Nissan, Ning Jing, and Long Yu, who have cultivated their vitality index to the 'Minor Limit' of 7,200 points, is there anyone else who can reliably complete a 'Hell-level' mission? Not a single one!"

"If even 'Hell-level' is this difficult, you're still thinking about 'Nightmare-level'?! You still want to encourage them?!"

"If we can't compete, we can't compete! Is it so hard to accept this fact calmly?!"

Under this harsh reprimand, the ninth-level martial artist who had made the suggestion instantly turned pale and broke out in a cold sweat.

He immediately realized he had said the wrong thing.

"Yes... yes! War Commander! I was foolish!"

He immediately bowed deeply in apology.

Feng Zhiyu looked at him, and the anger in his eyes slowly subsided.

He waved his hand, and his tone returned to calm, but the weariness and helplessness deepened.

"Enough. Remember, life is always the first priority. Empty fame doesn't matter."

"Second place, then second place."

"...It doesn't matter anymore."

He turned around, looked back at the huge light screen showing the ever-widening gap, and let out a soft sigh.

—

In the highest meeting hall of the "Fearless" War Legion, the atmosphere finally settled into silence amid the slightly desolate sigh of War Commander Feng Zhiyu.

Outside the meeting hall, on the private forum composed of countless data streams, the atmosphere was unprecedentedly heated.

For the high command of the war legion, falling to second place might be a "failure" that required bearing responsibility.

But for the vast majority of ordinary legion members, it was more like a once-in-a-century "grand event" they were personally experiencing, witnessing history.

At this moment on the forum, dozens of new posts were refreshed almost every second.

Among them, the hottest topic was undoubtedly the increasingly clear final direction of this war legion ranking tournament.

[Shocking! The point gap in the fifth-level martial artist segment has officially broken through the 100,000 mark!]

[Screenshot as proof! Just now, the point gap between our 'Fearless' and 'Iron Blood' in the fifth-level zone officially exceeded 100,000! This basically means we can declare in advance that our momentum in this zone is lost, right?]

[Alas, I expected it. After all, so many of those top geniuses back then were poached by 'Iron Blood,' and now they've all grown up. This gap can't be closed.]

[So it seems, this time the 'Iron Blood War Legion' is really going to seize the first place! Their era is coming! I estimate that for the next few hundred years, the title of 'First War Legion' will belong to 'Iron.']

[Don't be so pessimistic. But, speaking of which, our Canaan Starry Sky Martial University does have an unwritten 'graduation rule' passed down by word of mouth. That is, when you personally witness the second war legion surpass the first and become the new 'first,' then you are not far from graduation. Now it seems, it's really true.]

[Truth revealed! When I enrolled, 'Fearless' was still at its peak. Now, I'm about to graduate, and 'Iron Blood' has finally come out on top. Basically, after five or six war legion ranking tournaments, that is, five or six hundred years, the first and second positions will swap. After all, normal people graduate in about a thousand years.]

[...]

The forum buzzed with discussion.

Although, as members of the "Fearless" War Legion, everyone's words carried a hint of regret and reluctance.

More than that, it was a rational acceptance of the historical trend.

After all, in the tens of thousands of years of Canaan Starry Sky Martial University's long history, the rotation between first and second was a perfectly normal state of affairs.

Besides discussions about the war legion ranking tournament, there were also posts complaining about the recent Canaan Freshman Cup, which seemed somewhat "lacking in star power."

[Rant: Does anyone else think the last few Freshman Cups have been really boring?]

[OP: Not bragging, but I feel like if I went up, I could take third place. Honestly, there are no decent experts participating! Back in the day, when Qin Shou and Zhou Run competed, what a spectacular battle it was! Now? Sigh...]

"There is no other way, brother. These few sessions of the Newcomer Cup just happened to clash with our once-in-a-century Warband Ranking Tournament. Who among those truly powerful experts would have the spare time to participate in that stingy Newcomer Cup? They are all in the Warband Tournament, frantically farming reputation and contribution points!"

"True. However, there are still some calculating senior students who would spare a month or two to go over to the Newcomer Cup, deliver a dimensional strike, and reap some reward scraps. After all, even the smallest mosquito is still meat."

"..."

The commotion of the outside world had absolutely nothing to do with Qin Feng.

After formulating a brand-new, more efficient cultivation plan for himself, he once again plunged into that never-ending cycle of "combat-seclusion-combat," just like a piece of the most precise war machinery.

Once more, he activated his "Mission Fanatic" mode.

His figure frequently appeared on the "Warrior-level" mission list.

He traveled to different star systems and faced different enemies alongside varying teammates.

On a swamp planet filled with corrosive acid rain, he and his comrades hunted those hideous, alien creatures capable of spitting potent acid.

On a ruined Hive World burned into a sheet of glass by the fires of war, he held the "Koi Transforming into Dragon," engaging in the most brutal urban street warfare against those frenzied Ork Green-skins piloting modified power armor.

Every mission was a baptism of blood and fire, a dance on the edge of a blade.

Five months passed in the blink of an eye.

During these five months, he completed a total of five "Warrior-level" team missions.

On average, that was once a month.

If this efficiency were to spread, it would be enough to make any martial artist of the same rank feel deeply ashamed.

And these five missions also brought him incredibly bountiful rewards.

[Mission Settlement]

Contribution Points Obtained: 28,000 points

Warband Reputation Obtained: 84,000 points

Naturally, high returns also came with high consumption.

To cope with the increasingly dangerous battles, he had to frequently purchase various disposable, immensely powerful psionic weapons and power armor protective modules.

His expenses in these areas alone during these five months cost him a staggering twenty thousand contribution points.

After a round of settlements, his current account balance became:

[Current Balance]

Contribution Points: 15,400 points

Warband Reputation: 164,000 points

Looking at his reputation points, which had become incredibly full once again, Qin Feng's heart burned with fervor.

He did not hesitate in the slightest.

Upon finishing the final mission, he immediately returned to his dormitory and began a new round of "grand shopping."

"Hammer, open the reputation resource repository."

"Exchange for 'Enhanced Type II Psionic Elixir', one hundred vials."

-80,000 Reputation Points

"Exchange for 'Enhanced Type II Deep Repair Medicinal Bath', one hundred portions."

-40,000 Reputation Points

"Exchange for 'Enhanced Type II Mental Recovery Elixir', fifty vials."

-25,000 Reputation Points

This time, he swept away almost all the reputation points in his account!

He had purchased a full five portions of cultivation resources of the same scale as before!

And these resources, according to his calculations, were enough for him to perform ten "Aperture Fusions"!

...

The door to the cultivation chamber closed once again.

Qin Feng entered that tedious state of seclusion once more.

With the blessing of the "Ten Perfection Hands," the recovery speed of his body after each attempt at "Aperture Fusion" was fast to an unbelievable degree.

This allowed his cultivation efficiency to achieve a geometric progression-like leap.

Time flew by rapidly amidst such high-intensity seclusion.

Another five months passed.

When Qin Feng completely consumed that vast sea of cultivation resources,

he slowly opened his eyes.

A sharp gleam flashed and vanished within his eyes, and his entire aura was more than a level stronger and more condensed than before he entered seclusion!

This time, he successfully completed ten "Aperture Fusions"!

Adding the five months spent earning contribution points previously, he had used a mere ten months of time to accomplish a feat that previously seemed to require at least several years to complete!

The total number of fusions for the "Great Sun Aperture" within his body had already reached sixty-six!

And his vitality index consequently rose by another hundred points, steadily reaching 4,260 points!

Qin Feng silently updated his cultivation plan in his heart.

"Ten months, ten aperture fusions. On average,

Discovered that the intelligence on Shidang has been updated once more. The previous mission failure count of "2" has now become a mission failure count of "5".

(End of this chapter)