[Reward Distribution: Determined by a comprehensive assessment of multiple factors, including the area of mining zones cleared and controlled, the quantity and quality of enemy units slain...]

The final results held no suspense.

Because they had secured nearly the entire core area and accounted for over three-fifths of the final battle achievements, Qin Feng’s squad received the largest piece of the pie.

Of the total 1,000 Contribution Points, their squad alone took 600!

As for the 1,000 Warband Reputation points, they likewise took the lion’s share of 600!

After the system’s final calculations, Qin Feng received 600 Warband Reputation points and 200 Contribution Points.

This staggering sum caused all the members of the other squads to look on with unconcealed envy.

The other three squads had also pushed forward a fair distance in the early stages, so they too received a small portion of the rewards.

Qin Lan’s squad, however, could only split the remaining scraps.

Once the mission concluded, everyone went their separate ways.

After receiving their huge rewards, Shanyang and Pang Chen thanked Qin Feng profusely, insisting that he had to include them if another opportunity like this came up.

Zou Yun went even further, slapping his chest and promising that if Qin Feng ever needed anything in the future, he would obey without question.

After bidding farewell to the others, Qin Feng was just about to leave when a voice stopped him.

"Qin Feng, please wait."

It was Qin Lan.

She had already shed her damaged power armor and changed into a clean Combat Suit, but her empty left sleeve was particularly jarring to the eye.

Her face was still pale, but a sense of calm had returned to her eyes.

"Thank you for stepping in to save me."

She thanked Qin Feng with great solemnity.

"Think nothing of it."

"We’re teammates," Qin Feng said calmly.

Qin Lan looked at him and fell silent for a moment before finally asking the question that had been circling in her mind.

"Your life force index... what exactly is it now?"

The question also drew the attention of Yin Jing, who hadn’t left yet.

Qin Feng glanced at her and answered without concealment.

"One hundred and ten."

Although she had prepared herself for it, hearing the number confirmed aloud still made Qin Lan’s heart skip a beat.

From 70 to 110 in just a year and a half.

A full 40-point increase!

That kind of speed... It was simply unheard-of!

’Monster...’

Qin Lan thought the word with a bitter taste in her mouth.

She finally understood why Yin Jing had described this new student as a "monster."

In the face of such absolute talent and strength, things like seniority and experience seemed so pale and insignificant.

"I understand."

Qin Lan took a deep breath and gave Qin Feng a relieved smile.

"Thank you again for saving my life. If you ever need my help in the future, don’t hesitate to find me."

With that, she added Qin Feng as a friend on Subspace, then turned and left with Yin Jing. Although her missing arm made her departing figure seem somewhat desolate, the aura of a top-tier expert surrounding her had not diminished in the slightest.

’A severed arm isn’t really considered a major injury, anyway.’

’It can be perfectly restored for two hundred Contribution Points.’

Watching her leave, Qin Feng thought of his own father.

He now had enough Contribution Points to pay for his father’s arm to be regenerated.

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When Qin Feng’s figure reappeared in his private dormitory, the heavy alloy door shut out the clamor and chaos of the outside world, along with three long months of blood and slaughter.

He sat cross-legged on a cushion in the center of his meditation room, his mind as calm as still water, and began to take stock of his final rewards from the mission.

With a flicker of his will, the data screen of his personal terminal slowly unfolded before him.

[Contribution Points: 200]

[Fearless Warband Reputation: 600]

Looking at the two numbers, Qin Feng smiled.

’According to Hammer’s treatment plan, 200 Contribution Points is just enough to buy Father two vials of T-3 Gene Regeneration Liquid.’

Qin Feng’s gaze fell on the 200 Contribution Points.

This number had once been an unattainable dream when he first entered Canaan.

For this, he had set aside his pride as a genius, been instantly killed by greenskins time and again in the Canaan Tower, been one-shotted in the Canaan Newcomer Cup, and frantically accepted one trivial daily task after another in the mission hall like a common laborer.

And now, he had finally achieved that goal.

’Two vials of T-3 Gene Regeneration Liquid will serve as the core catalyst. Then, I’ll have Father use his own Imperial Coins to buy two High-Grade Spiritual Energy Potions and one Subordinate Recovery Potion from the local exchange. Taking all these potions together should be enough to perfectly regenerate his severed arm and restore him to his peak condition.’

A great weight that had long been pressing on Qin Feng’s heart finally lifted.

His father’s severed arm had always been his greatest fixation, a knot in his heart.

Now, he finally had the power to untie that knot with his own hands.

This wasn’t just about making up for his father’s regrets; it was about allowing him to walk the path of the Martial Dao once more, to extend his life through the nourishment of Spiritual Energy.

’As for my own cultivation resources, 600 reputation points are more than enough.’

Qin Feng quickly finalized his plans.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he opened his contact list and dialed the number.

The light screen flickered. After a brief connection, a face appeared in the holographic projection—weather-beaten, yet full of spirit.

It was his father, Qin Dahai.

They hadn’t seen each other in over three years. His father’s temples seemed to have gained a few more silver strands, but his complexion was far better than Qin Feng remembered.