Chapter 93: Allocation of a Large Villa

Chapter 93: Allocation of the Grand Villa

At the cafeteria of Qiming First High School,

Qin Feng, Qian Duoduo, and Shi Potian sat together, a rare occurrence, enjoying a sumptuous dinner.

"Old Qin, you're simply not human!"

Qian Duoduo mumbled indistinctly while stuffing a piece of sizzling, greasy beast leg meat into his mouth. "I just scrolled through the school forum, and it's practically flooded with posts about you!"

As he spoke, he swiped his wrist terminal, projecting several light screens onto the dining table.

They were all posts from the sophomore year campus forum.

[Hot Post 1: The freshman king is crazily climbing ranks at the end of the month, beating me three times in one afternoon! Please, have mercy! What kind of monster is this?]

[Hot Post 2: With pictures and proof! This year's freshman king is terrifyingly strong—three months since enrollment, and he's already suspected to have top-tier sophomore combat power!]

[Hot Post 3: What do you all think about the freshman king Qin Feng going on a killing spree in the private domain these past two days, sweeping through the mid-to-low score brackets?]

Qian Duoduo pointed at the posts, laughing uncontrollably as he teased, "Haha, look at these seniors—you've given them all psychological trauma. Now the entire sophomore year knows there's a relentless beast like you."

Qin Feng ate calmly, paying no attention to the posts.

"It's just for the grade points."

"Grade points, grade points—that's all you ever think about."

Qian Duoduo pouted. "By the way, when are you going to apply for the B-level contract upgrade? With your current grade points and the rewards from this tournament, you've long had enough, right?"

Hearing this, Qin Feng paused slightly in his motion of picking up food.

He... seemed to have actually forgotten about this matter.

He had been too obsessed with fighting and rankings over the past two days, completely neglecting the top priority of upgrading to a B-level contract.

"I'll apply right now."

As he spoke, he opened his terminal, pulled up the contact information for his homeroom teacher Lin Yue, and sent her his B-level contract upgrade application along with the relevant grade point screenshots.

After finishing the meal, Qin Feng glanced at his terminal again.

Homeroom teacher Lin Yue still hadn't replied.

"Strange, why hasn't Teacher Lin approved it yet?"

Qin Feng was a bit puzzled.

"Oh, she's probably busy,"

Qian Duoduo said nonchalantly.

Qin Feng opened his terminal and scrolled through the internal group chat of Class 7, Sophomore Year.

"I asked some classmates."

"Teacher Lin Yue hasn't been to school for about seven or eight days now,"

Qin Feng said.

"She's probably taken on an empire mission,"

Little Fatty shrugged. "Teachers are also martial artists; they need to earn cultivation resources too. Just wait. If she's not back by tomorrow, you can ask another teacher to process it for you."

"Alright."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, finished his C-level energy meal, and headed to the martial arts room to continue his body-tempering practice.

Inside the martial arts room, the indicator light of the gravity regulator emitted a faint blue glow, casting the entire metal chamber in a cold and solemn light.

Qin Feng was bare-chested, his bronze skin covered in sweat, reflecting a fine luster under the light.

His breathing was long and powerful, each exhale carrying a scorching heat.

His legs were slightly bent, his body like a drawn strongbow, every movement following a mysterious and ancient rhythm.

This was the practice of the body-tempering method.

He stayed awake all night, tirelessly repeating each movement of the method over and over again.

From muscle stretching to bone vibration to tendon twisting, every detail was pursued to perfection.

Sweat dripped from his jaw onto the floor, instantly evaporated by the heat, leaving faint white marks.

As he completed the final movement, Qin Feng slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and his entire aura receded.

On the virtual screen before him, a line of data clearly appeared.

[Body-Tempering Method Proficiency: +170]

[Training Method]:

Intermediate Empire Body-Tempering Method (Mastered) [Proficiency]: 320 / 10000

One night of practice, 170 points of proficiency.

Qin Feng silently calculated.

This speed was more than double what it had been before.

He estimated that if he practiced the body-tempering method nonstop all day, within less than a month, his vitality index would steadily break through the 20 mark, officially entering the ranks of third-level martial artists.

"Very soon,"

he murmured to himself, then shut down the martial arts room system and walked toward the accompanying recovery area.

He tossed a pack of intermediate-grade deep recovery medicinal bath agent into the recovery pod.

The crimson liquid churned inside the pod, emitting a rich herbal aroma.

Qin Feng stepped in, and the warm liquid instantly enveloped his body. A tingling sensation seeped through his skin, soothing every inch of muscle fiber exhausted by the intense training.

He closed his eyes, leaning against the inner wall of the recovery pod, feeling his body rapidly recover.

Ten minutes later, the medicinal bath had turned colorless. Qin Feng stepped out of the pod, his fatigue completely gone, replaced by a refreshing sense of vitality.

"Before, it took half an hour to fully absorb the medicinal bath; now it only takes ten minutes."

"Is this the change brought by physical potential?"

Qin Feng marveled.

Other students, even geniuses like Shi Potian, needed an hour to fully absorb a dose of intermediate-grade deep recovery medicinal bath.

Qin Feng changed into clean training clothes and returned to the dormitory.

The dormitory was simply furnished, with little more than a bed and a desk.

Qin Feng sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at the time.

After a moment of thought, he pulled up his contacts and made a video call to his father.

Originally, right after the freshman tournament ended, he had wanted to share the good news with his family as soon as possible.

But the situation at the time was special; Lord Zhou Xiong personally helped him fully digest the residual power of that tube of Star Giant Type II potion, a process that took a full five days.

By the time he returned to the academy, he had immediately thrown himself into private domain rank climbing and training, and the matter had been delayed.

Beep—beep—beep—

After a brief waiting tone, the call connected.

A holographic image projected from the communicator, coalescing in the open space of the dormitory into a clear, life-sized three-dimensional scene.

What appeared in the image was not the slightly cramped, old-fashioned living room that Qin Feng knew.

Instead, it was a finely decorated, spacious, and excessively bright hall.

His father, Qin Dahai, along with his uncle Wang Ming’s family, stood inside, all beaming with smiles.

Qin Feng’s gaze passed over them, landing on a large open alloy door behind them.

Beyond the door, he could see several workers in blue factory uniforms carefully carrying a brand-new punching power tester inside.

Beside it sat the packaging box for a speed tester, along with dozens of rolls of new soundproof mats.

“Dad, Uncle, Aunt.”

Qin Feng first greeted them politely, then asked with confusion, “What’s going on? Aren’t you at home?”

His father, Qin Dahai, waved his hand cheerfully, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out: “We are, we are—this is our new home.”

“New home?”

“Yes,” his father said, pointing at the surroundings, his tone carrying a hint of incredulous excitement, “The factory allocated it. They said it’s a standalone villa with a yard. I heard from them that a place like this costs three or four million imperial coins! The factory director personally approved it, saying it’s to celebrate you becoming the Rising Star ‘Newcomer King,’ specially awarded to our family. It just so happens the factory still had one housing quota this year.”

Qin Feng nodded slightly.

So that was it.

Previously, his uncle’s housing quota had been delayed due to queue-jumping, but now that he had won the Newcomer King, the factory immediately offered a villa.

This favor was based on his potential.

Of course, compared to potential, strength was more important.

Qin Feng understood this clearly.

(End of chapter)