Chapter 94: Lin Yue's Shock

Chapter 94: Lin Yue's Shock

In the video, Aunt Li Juan was beaming with joy, directing workers as they carefully placed a speed testing device in a corner of the room.

Uncle Wang Ming also wore a delighted expression; he patted a brand-new punching power tester beside him, its thick rubber pad emitting a dull thud.

Both of them understood clearly that they were basking in their nephew's reflected glory.

Given their seniority and contributions, let alone being allocated a villa worth millions, even a standard welfare apartment would have required them to wait an eternity in line.

"Xiaofeng,"

Uncle Wang Ming stepped in front of the camera and said cheerfully, "We've decided to keep this house for you. When you come back for holidays or after graduation, you'll have a place to stay. We've already put the property deed in your name."

Father Qin Dahai, however, waved his hand from the side, stepped up to the camera, and said to Qin Feng, "I told your uncle and aunt—I still prefer living in our old neighborhood. I've been there for decades, know all the neighbors, and feel comfortable there. I'm used to it."

Qin Feng looked at his father's earnest expression, then at his uncle and aunt's excited faces, and found himself caught between laughter and exasperation.

Right now, just from the C-level resource contract approved by the academy, the various cultivation resources he could claim each month, converted into Imperial currency, already amounted to one million.

And he had already submitted an application for the more valuable B-level resource contract; he only needed to wait for Teacher Lin Yue to return before signing it through.

By then, the resources he could obtain each month would likely be enough to "consume" a villa like this one.

A few months ago, a villa that his father and uncle's family regarded as astronomically expensive would have seemed like something from another world to him—a luxury he wouldn't even dare dream of.

Now, not only was he about to possess a B-level resource contract that could "eat up" a villa every month, but his family had also been gifted one directly by the factory because of his achievements.

This change was so rapid it felt almost unreal.

Of course, he also understood that whether it was the academy's resource allocation or the factory's preferential treatment for his family, they were all investing in the potential he had demonstrated.

But ultimately, strength was the foundation of everything.

"Dad, you can live wherever you like, it's fine."

Qin Feng said with a smile, "This house—you can live in it if you want, leave it empty if not, or rent it out. It's up to you."

"That won't do—it's yours. You decide what to do with it."

His uncle insisted.

"Then you two live in it for now."

Qin Feng nodded reluctantly.

After that, he asked about how things were at home and at the factory.

"Oh, right, son."

Qin Dahai suddenly asked, "When are you coming back for this break? We haven't seen you in so long, and your cousin keeps talking about you."

Hearing this question, Qin Feng was silent for a moment.

"The academy only has one holiday a year,"

he said slowly, "I estimate that by this time next year, I'll be able to graduate. I plan to come home after graduation. It might be two or three months later than the usual break."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Father Qin Dahai immediately replied, his tone devoid of any disappointment, filled instead with understanding and support, "Cultivation is the priority. Don't worry about things at home. We're all doing well."

"Mm, I know, Dad."

After hanging up, Qin Feng persisted in practicing his meditation technique until half an hour had passed, then finally fell into a deep sleep.

[Meditation Technique Proficiency +1]

Imperial Meditation Technique (Beginner)

[Proficiency]: 36/100——

Qin Feng slept soundly in his dormitory bed.

Meanwhile, at Qiming No.1 Senior High School for Martial Arts, on the north side of the campus.

On the top-floor terrace of the Beimian Building, the highest point of the school.

The cold night wind howled past, brushing against a solitary standing figure.

Lin Yue, clad in a black light-powered combat suit, stood quietly at the edge of the terrace, gazing down at the campus dotted with lights below.

Her combat suit was covered in vicious scars. On the chest plate was a claw mark deep enough to reveal the bone, with traces of dark purple coagulated blood still clinging to its edges.

The shoulder guards and arm guards were densely marked with scorched black imprints from energy weapon burns.

Her fair cheeks were smeared with a few streaks of bloodstains, yet her expression remained calm and undisturbed.

Tucked under her arm was the helmet she had removed; the visor also bore a clear crack.

Before her, a virtual holographic screen floated. [Mission Number: G-784-B]

[Mission Type: Extermination]

[Mission Objective: Eliminate the star pirate group "Bloodfang" entrenched in the Sigma-9 asteroid belt]

[Mission Status: Completed]

[Mission Evaluation: Perfect]

[Mission Reward: Distributing...]

Lin Yue looked at the prompts on the screen, reached out her finger, and lightly tapped the confirmation button below.

[Mission submitted. Reward credited to your Imperial account.]

The screen vanished.

She straightened up, letting the night wind tousle her tied-back hair.

Having been out on an Imperial mission for nearly ten days, the high-intensity combat had left her slightly fatigued.

As if remembering something, she opened her wrist terminal again and accessed the private network backend for the second-year students of Qiming No.1 High School.

Today was the end of the month, the day for the monthly settlement of private network points.

She clicked open the points leaderboard, her gaze sweeping from top to bottom, quickly passing over familiar and unfamiliar names alike.

Her finger paused as it slid to a certain position.

[Rank: 6852]

[ID: Qin]

[Name: Qin Feng]

[Class: Class Seven, Second Year]

[Points: 1254]

[Record: 412 Wins / 420 Losses]

Lin Yue's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

She stared at that rank, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

"Hmm?"

She let out a very soft, questioning nasal sound.

Six thousand eight hundred and fifty-second.

This ranking far exceeded her expectations.

Before the league began, when she made the bet with Wu Shangfeng, she had carefully analyzed Qin Feng's performance data.

In the brutal sophomore private network, after the adaptation period, Qin Feng's ranking was most likely to stabilize between eleven thousand and twelve thousand.

That was already an astonishing rate of progress.

But now, he had directly surged into the top seven thousand.

This meant he had surpassed nearly half of the sophomore veterans.

What had happened in these short ten-odd days?

Doubt arose in Lin Yue's heart.

She immediately switched interfaces and entered the campus forum of Qiming No.1 High School.

On the forum, posts about this year's inter-school league had been pushed to trending topics, and the most discussed was undoubtedly the new "rookie king," Qin Feng.

[Hot Post 1: The rookie king goes on a crazy point-grind at month-end, beating me three times in one afternoon! Please, be human! What kind of monster is this?]

[Hot Post 2: Pictures and proof! This year's rookie king's strength is terrifying—three months after enrollment, suspected to already possess top-tier sophomore combat power!]

Lin Yue directly clicked on the most upvoted technical analysis post, which included the full recording of Qin Feng's final match.

She did not skip ahead but watched the entire duel between Qin Feng and Lei Yi from start to finish, carefully.

In the video, Qin Feng's footwork was flawless, his spear technique integrated offense and defense, and his combat instincts and experience were seasoned beyond that of a freshman who had just enrolled three months ago.

"Good heavens..."

(End of chapter)