High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 9 Subspace Network Pass

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While Qin Feng was traveling through the starry sky in his dream, Qin Dahai was wide awake.

After he came out of the bathroom, he had regained his usual composure.

But those still-reddened eyes and the lingering smell of tobacco on her body proved that the emotional outburst just now was not an illusion.

He quietly tidied up the table, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and put them back in the cupboard.

After doing all this, he didn't go to sleep, but went to the narrow balcony.

He didn't turn on the light, letting himself blend into the night outside the window.

The city's dazzling neon lights cast flickering shadows on his sharply defined face.

He raised his wrist and turned on the old terminal.

He skillfully opened the contacts list and pressed down hard on a name labeled "Factory Manager Wu".

"Beep...beep..."

After a few busy tones, the communication was finally connected.

A holographic image of a middle-aged man with a plump figure, wearing silk pajamas, is projected into the air, conveying a hint of impatience at being disturbed from his peaceful sleep.

"Who is it? It's the middle of the night, can't a person get some sleep...?"

When the man saw the caller's face, his impatience vanished instantly, replaced by a complex expression of surprise, confusion, and respect.

"Old Qin? Dahai? What happened so late?" The person who came was Wu Daqiang, the director of the alien corpse processing plant where Qin Dahai worked.

Qin Dahai's face remained expressionless, and his voice was as steady as ever.

"Director Wu, I'm requesting a job transfer."

"A job transfer?" Wu Daqiang was taken aback for a moment, then frowned. "Old Qin, your current position is a bit tiring, but it's safe. I know you, your skills are excellent, and no one in the factory disrespects you. Why do you suddenly want a job transfer?"

Qin Dahai didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

"I want to go to the behemoth dismantling workshop."

"what?!"

Wu Daqiang's voice suddenly rose as if he'd been stung by a scorpion, "Old Qin, are you crazy?! Don't you know what the Giant Beast Workshop is? The day before yesterday, they just dragged back the carcass of a level-three alien 'Crystal Poison Scorpion.' Its venom glands ruptured accidentally, and even wearing three layers of protective clothing, you'd still be skinned alive! It's full of young people risking their lives there, and you…"

Wu Daqiang's gaze unconsciously fell on Qin Dahai's empty left sleeve, and he couldn't say the rest of his words.

He sighed, his tone softening: "Dahai, I know you're short of money, but there's no need to risk your life. I'll keep you in your position until retirement."

Qin Dahai's gaze pierced through the holographic image, like two sharp knives, carrying an undeniable determination.

He only said five words.

"My son is cured and can now practice martial arts."

These words struck Wu Daqiang's heart like a heavy hammer.

He opened his mouth, but all the words of persuasion stuck in his throat.

Qin Dahai's voice suddenly became deep and powerful.

“Director Wu, I lost this arm on the battlefield fighting against living aliens, not in the workshop by dead beasts. I know how to deal with them, and I also know how to save my remaining arm.”

"I will go to the factory to submit the formal application first thing tomorrow morning."

beep-

The projection disappeared, and Qin Dahai sat down quietly, counting on his fingers, the flame in his eyes brighter than the stars in the night sky.

The salary in the behemoth dismantling workshop is 2.5 times that of ordinary positions, and one can earn 25,000 yuan a month.

"Subspace Network Pass, 200,000 Imperial Coins".

"High-energy nutritional meals to ensure basic psionic energy supply, five thousand a month."

"Basic spiritual energy potion, 10,000 per bottle... one bottle per month..." "After the vitality index reaches 1.0 and you enter the first level of martial artist, you can have two bottles of basic spiritual energy potion per month."

Qin Dahai calculated the enormous expenses that Qin Feng might need after being admitted to the martial arts high school, smoking one cigarette after another.

The glow of the cigarette butt flickered on his resolute face.
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The first rays of dawn shone through the gaps between the dense buildings of the "Silver Gull" community into Qin Feng's room.

He opened his eyes and sat up in bed.

There was no muscle soreness as I had expected, nor the deep-seated fatigue that comes with extreme training.

On the contrary, his body was as light as a feather, and his limbs and bones were full of new life.

Each breath was deep and powerful, as if it could draw in all the free spiritual energy in the surrounding air and make it its own.

A good night's sleep not only completely repaired all the strain from yesterday's high-intensity training, but also acted as a catalyst, transforming all the sweat and effort he put in yesterday into visible growth.

He raised his wrist and turned on his personal terminal.

On the pale blue screen, the familiar string of numbers changed once again.

Vitality Index: 0.63

Overnight, it increased by 0.05.

This number is equivalent to the total amount of time he spent in arduous self-cultivation during his illness.

Qin Feng stood up and stretched his limbs. His joints emitted a series of crisp popping sounds, as dense as popping beans.

He clearly sensed that his strength, speed, and reaction ability had all improved slightly but definitely.

The root cause of the problem has disappeared.

He has fully recovered and is now highly efficient at absorbing psionic energy.

The living room was empty; the father, Qin Dahai, had already left for work.

But on the table was a steaming breakfast—two energy bars, a bowl of thick rice porridge, and a glass of warm milk.

Qin Feng sat down and devoured his breakfast in no time.

He understood that yesterday's asceticism was "damage," but also a seed to be sown;
Nighttime sleep and nutritional replenishment are what truly lead to "recovery" and "improvement," and are the real gains.

The three stages of martial arts training are interconnected and indispensable; one must eat more and rest more.

After finishing breakfast, he didn't waste a moment. He changed into his training clothes, left home, took the maglev bus, and headed to the Extreme Martial Arts Gym in Industrial Zone No. 3.

When we arrived at the martial arts school, it was still early, and there weren't many people in the training hall.

Qin Feng walked to the front desk and said to the staff on duty, "Hello, I'm here to pay the outstanding fees for the regular shift."

"Okay, is this student Qin Feng? The fee is three thousand Imperial Coins."

Qin Feng accessed his personal terminal and transferred the three thousand yuan his father had transferred to him the previous night.

【payment successful.】

After doing all this, he walked into the training field and immediately saw that familiar but thin figure.

Liu Xiaoli had already arrived and was practicing the starting stance of the "Imperial Basic Body Forging Method" meticulously in a corner.

Fine beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, and his face was somewhat pale, indicating that he had gotten up very early and had been practicing for a while.

"morning."

Qin Feng walked over and greeted him.

Liu Xiaoli stopped what she was doing, saw that it was Qin Feng, and smiled shyly: "You're here. Good morning."

He wiped his sweat and continued his training, trying his best to perform each movement correctly. However, it was clear that his body was still struggling, and his blood circulation was not as smooth as that of an average person.

Qin Feng nodded and walked to the side to start warming up.

If he hadn't chosen the guidance of the 10,000 yuan, and hadn't had his illness cured by Sun Chantang's perfect technique, perhaps he would now be like Liu Xiaoli, struggling desperately but unable to reap the corresponding rewards.

(End of this chapter)