High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"Damn, kid. You’ve got some nerve."

Li Wei sidled up and nudged Han Feng’s side with his elbow, his eyes filled with the playful teasing of a veteran pilot.

"But I like it."

"When you’re up there, take it easy. Don’t actually get yourself killed."

Han Feng’s lips curved into an enigmatic smile.

"Don’t worry. I value my life more than you do."

Soon, ten vials of a pale red Potion were solemnly delivered.

Han Feng accepted them without ceremony.

Amidst the complex gazes of the project team—a mixture of envy and worry—he once again walked toward the "Falcon Third Generation" prototype, which glinted with a cold, silver-gray light.

His goal was not just to find the "Ghost" that haunted everyone’s nightmares.

He would also seize this opportunity to give his Cultivation a powerful push forward!

He settled into the cockpit.

As Han Feng’s hands once again rested on the cold control stick, a torrent of system notifications flooded his mind.

[DING!]

[Host has established a Spiritual Link with ’Flying Sword·Falcon Third Generation (Middle Grade Magical Artifact)’...]

[Human-Machine Unity state has been activated!]

[Flying Sword Grade: Middle Grade Magical Artifact. Sword Control Technique cultivation efficiency increased by 200%!]

A sense of resonance, many times more powerful than when he had piloted the "Falcon Second Generation," instantly pierced Han Feng’s soul!

This "Falcon Third Generation," the culmination of countless people’s hard work, was a true, sharpened Hundred Refinement Profound Steel Sword!

He could even clearly "see" the Spiritual Power within the engine flowing joyfully through the arcane Rune conduits like rushing crimson blood, letting out an exuberant hum.

"Main control, this is ’Pioneer,’ requesting takeoff."

Han Feng had chosen a call sign whose deep meaning only he understood.

"’Pioneer’ received. You are cleared for takeoff."

Zhao Yu’s voice was filled with irrepressible anticipation.

The next second, the engine’s roar was no longer a rumble, but a clear sword cry that could pierce clouds and shatter stone!

The silver-gray fighter jet tore through the air like a bolt of lightning freed from its chains, brazenly stabbing into the heavens!

This time, Han Feng didn’t perform any fancy maneuvers.

He got straight to the point. At an altitude of ten thousand meters, he piloted the jet, perfectly recreating—again and again—the deadly "J-turn" maneuver capable of instantly tearing off the wings!

"9 Gs of overload, normal!"

"10 Gs of overload, normal!"

"11 Gs of overload..."

’There it is!’

The moment the overload reached 11.2 Gs, Han Feng’s Divine Sense spread out like an invisible net, instantly locking onto the anomaly!

Right main wing, turning node number three.

A wisp of high-speed Spiritual Power vanished into thin air!

It wasn’t blocked, nor was it diverted. It was as if it had been swallowed whole by an unseen, abyssal black hole, without leaving so much as a ripple!

Half a second later, the Energy reemerged.

But the terrifying energy turbulence created by that momentary interruption instantly threw the node’s entire control system into hellish chaos!

’So that’s how it is...’

A knowing smile graced Han Feng’s lips.

’It’s not a design flaw at all, nor is it a wiring issue.’

’It’s the "Radiant Gold Stone" that makes up the node. Under specific pressure and Spiritual Power frequencies, its internal crystal lattice produces an unbelievable "resonant annihilation" effect with the high-speed Spiritual Power!’

’It’s like when two sound waves with completely opposite frequencies meet—they cancel each other out, resulting in dead silence.’

Having found the root of the problem, Han Feng felt a sense of calm.

But he didn’t report it immediately.

A bolder, crazier idea was rising in his mind!

"Engineer Zhao, I’ve found the problem."

His voice came through the communicator, calmly reaching the main control room on the ground.

"But I suspect this isn’t an isolated case. I need to conduct a comprehensive, extreme stress test on all of the aircraft’s key nodes to rule out any other hidden dangers."

In the main control room, Zhao Yu heard this and didn’t hesitate for a moment.

"Approved! How long will you need?"

"About... half an hour."

There was a hint of a barely perceptible smile in Han Feng’s voice.

"Alright! The sky is yours!"

Having received the highest clearance, the corners of Han Feng’s mouth curved up completely.

He twisted off the cap of a Middle Level Qi Blood Potion and, as if drinking a soda, tilted his head back and chugged it down!

BOOM!

A surging, scorching heat exploded in his abdomen, instantly transforming into pure Qi Blood that frantically replenished the energy he had expended from the extreme maneuvers!

[System Notification: Consumed Middle Level Qi Blood Potion. Qi Blood Recovery +60 points/minute!]

The next second!

On the screens in the main control room, the previously stable fighter jet instantly transformed into a frenzied, demonic butterfly that had broken all its restraints!

"Spiral Ascension!"

"Turn Without Radius!"

"Big Hammer Maneuver!"

Li Wei’s pupils contracted sharply. He stared intently at the screen, his mouth hanging open unconsciously.

"What... What is he doing?! Combining these maneuvers... does he have a death wish?!"

Cold sweat beaded on Chen Gang’s forehead. His hands gripped the edge of the console so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"He’s insane, completely insane! He’s squeezing out every last drop of the engine’s potential with his life on the line!"

But inside the cockpit, Han Feng had entered an unprecedented state of ecstasy.

He was flawlessly executing all the Cultivation Immortality Body Techniques he had previously comprehended, using this high-performance "Flying Sword" to its fullest extent!

He gulped down one Qi Blood Potion after another as if they were soft drinks.

On his personal status panel, the progress bar representing his Cultivation was rising at an appallingly fast rate!

[Cultivation: Body Tempering Fifth Layer (880/1000)]

[Cultivation: Body Tempering Fifth Layer (950/1000)]

[Cultivation: Body Tempering Fifth Layer (1000/1000)!]

BOOM!!!

A warm current, far purer and more powerful than the Medicinal Power, erupted from the depths of his Dantian. Like the Yangtze River bursting its banks, it instantly flooded his entire body!

Every cell in his body greedily devoured this power, cheering and exulting!

Strength, speed, Perception... At this moment, everything was sublimated to a higher level!

[Congratulations, Host, for breaking through to the Body Tempering Sixth Layer! Qi Blood limit +100!]

Only after finishing the last Potion did Han Feng, still feeling it wasn’t enough, stop his frantic "aerial grinding" session.

He glanced at the time. It had been exactly half an hour, no more, no less.

With a thought, the demonic fighter jet instantly became docile. In an impeccable display, it landed on the runway as gently as a feather.

When he emerged from the cockpit, refreshed and invigorated, he was met with the gazes of the entire project team, who were looking at him as if he were a god or a demon.

...

Inside the technical analysis room, the atmosphere was as festive as an early New Year celebration.

Han Feng stood before the holographic projection, concisely laying out his findings.

"...The problem isn’t the wiring, nor is it structural. It’s the material itself."

"’Radiant Gold Stone,’ under 11.2 Gs of overload, enters ’resonant annihilation’ with the engine’s specific Spiritual Power frequency."

"I checked the other thirty-two key nodes. Four of them also use ’Radiant Gold Stone’ and have similar hidden risks."

Engineer Qian’s glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose. He pushed them back up, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"Energy annihilation... This... this is beyond the scope of our current materials science theory!"

Chen Gang’s brow was furrowed, his fingers flying across the light screen as he made rapid calculations, muttering to himself.

"Frequency, pressure, lattice resonance... If his Perception is real, then our materials science has a huge cognitive gap at the micro-level."

He didn’t question it. Instead, he treated Han Feng’s "Perception" as an irrefutable axiom and began to reverse-engineer the entire theoretical framework!

"Then how do we solve it?"

Zhao Yu’s voice trembled slightly as he asked the most critical question.

Everyone looked at Han Feng, awaiting his final judgment.

"It’s simple."

Han Feng said, his tone as casual as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

"We don’t need to make any major changes."

"We just need to inscribe a miniature ’Frequency Stabilization Array’ on the surface of the ’Radiant Gold Stone’ using a basic ’stillness’-type Rune."

He reached out and casually drew several simple, almost crude, Rune structures on the holographic model.

"This array doesn’t consume Energy. Its function is to fine-tune the frequency of the Spiritual Power before it comes into contact with the ’Radiant Gold Stone,’ proactively avoiding the ’death frequency band’ that triggers the resonance."

You could hear a pin drop in the meeting room.

Everyone stared blankly at the simple Runes, then back at the calm and unconcerned Han Feng. The same thought surfaced in all of their minds.

’Using a ridiculously simple Rune Array to solve a "metaphysical" problem that lies beyond current theory?’

’Is... this the world of a genius?’