High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The system’s notification was emotionless, as cold as ever.

The "Initial Training-3" was, after all, just Mortal Iron. It couldn’t provide any extra cultivation bonuses.

Han Feng had already expected this.

Efficiency could only be gained with a true Magical Artifact like the "Hunting Falcon."

But the rental fees for those fighter jets were an astronomical sum he couldn’t currently afford.

Fortunately, he had enough time and "ammunition."

The roar of the engine tore through the silence of the hangar.

Han Feng skillfully taxied the "Initial Training-3" down the runway, pulled the nose up, and cleanly soared into the sky.

Below him, the vast outline of East Sea Fortress City slowly unfolded.

On one side was the orderly Inner City with its towering skyscrapers, like a cold, steel forest.

On the other was the crowded and chaotic Outer City, like a cluster of tin cans, where signs of the struggle for survival were everywhere.

Han Feng didn’t waste time getting sentimental.

He immediately began today’s cultivation.

[Actively used Entry Level-Sword Control Technique. Qi Blood -10, Body Tempering Cultivation +1.]

[Skill Proficiency for +1.]

He maneuvered the plane through a series of difficult aerial acrobatics, and the rate at which his body consumed Qi Blood suddenly increased.

After just over ten minutes, a familiar feeling of emptiness emanated from deep within his Dantian.

Without even looking, Han Feng’s left hand grabbed a Middle Tier Recovery Potion from the storage compartment.

He twisted off the cap and downed it in one go.

A cool liquid slid down his throat.

The next instant, a powerful torrent of heat exploded within him!

This scalding power instantly refilled his recently emptied body.

[Used Middle Tier Recovery Potion. Qi Blood Recovery +60 points/minute.]

In a word: awesome!

Han Feng couldn’t help but let out a satisfied groan.

This feeling of instantly maxing out his Qi Blood was just too addictive.

And so, ten thousand meters up in the sky, an outrageously extravagant scene unfolded.

An old "Initial Training-3" tirelessly weaved through the clouds.

Sometimes climbing, sometimes diving, it performed all sorts of tedious, basic flight maneuvers.

Meanwhile, the young man in the cockpit was chugging potions as if they were water.

Every twenty-odd minutes, he would pick up a jade-green potion that emanated an aura of life and tilt his head back to chug it down.

[Used Middle Tier Recovery Potion...]

[Actively used Entry Level-Sword Control Technique...]

The system’s notifications became the most beautiful symphony in this tedious cultivation session.

Time ticked by, second by second.

From dawn to noon, the sun rose to the center of the sky.

Han Feng lost track of how many potions he had drunk, and how many times he had repeated the same actions.

His eyes were fixed on only one thing: the cultivation progress bar on the system panel, which was skyrocketing upwards.

[Current Cultivation: Body Tempering Sixth Layer (880/1200)]

He took out a nutrition bar and gnawed on it with a gulp of cold water.

It was dry and tasted like wax, but it replenished his basic stamina.

Through the cockpit window, he could see the ant-sized hoverbuses on the ground below, moving back and forth on their fixed routes.

’Perhaps Uncle Wang and Wang Hao are on one of those buses.’

’Rushing around for that "Martial Arts University dream" that seems within reach, but is in fact as distant as the stars.’

’And if I didn’t have this Sword Immortal Cultivation Assistant, I’d probably still be in that crowded D Level dorm, worrying with Pang Hu and the others about a few hundred Contribution Points for an exam.’

’But now, I’m on the fast track to becoming stronger.’

Han Feng shook his head, clearing the distracting thoughts from his mind, and once again focused his entire being on his cultivation.

As the last rays of the setting sun painted the clouds on the horizon into a magnificent, fiery spectacle, Han Feng drank his twenty-ninth Recovery Potion.

By this point, his cultivation progress bar had reached an astonishing number.

[Current Cultivation: Body Tempering Sixth Layer (1190/1200)]

Just a little bit more!

He could clearly feel the Qi Blood Power inside him surging to its absolute limit.

His bones and muscles were humming with excitement.

’It’s coming!’

Han Feng’s gaze sharpened. He yanked the control stick, forcing the plane into an aggressive, steep climb at its maximum angle!

[Actively used Entry Level-Sword Control Technique. Qi Blood -10, Body Tempering Cultivation +1.]

[Actively used Entry Level-Sword Control Technique. Qi Blood -10, Body Tempering Cultivation +1.]

Just as his Qi Blood was about to bottom out and his consciousness began to blur, those last few points of cultivation were finally filled!

BOOM!!!

From deep within his Dantian, an unprecedented searing heat violently detonated!

Light and heat instantly illuminated every part of his body!

His bones groaned under the excruciating pain as if they were about to break, but then they were forcibly reforged by an even more tyrannical energy, letting out a crisp crackle like newly forged crystal!

His muscle fibers were torn apart, only to be rewoven and tempered by the scalding Qi Blood!

After the pain came an ultimate comfort, like being completely reborn!

[System Notification: Host has reached the upper limit of Body Tempering Cultivation. Initiating breakthrough!]

[Congratulations, Host, for successfully advancing to the Body Tempering Seventh Layer!]

[Current Cultivation: Body Tempering Seventh Layer (10/1400)]

[Current Qi Blood: 704/704]

’I broke through!’

Han Feng let out a long breath of turbid air. A surging sense of power filled his entire body.

He didn’t bask in his joy, but immediately closed his eyes to carefully sense the astonishing changes within his body.

The total amount of Qi Blood inside him was more than double what it was before!

More importantly, this Qi Blood no longer flowed docilely through his meridians.

It had become restless and active, constantly battering against every inch of his skin!

"So this is... the feeling of Qi Blood Release?"

With a thought, Han Feng tried to guide a wisp of Qi Blood Power to converge in the palm of his right hand.

HUM!

A faint, almost invisible red halo instantly covered his palm.

A searing, explosive sensation came from his palm.

It felt as if he could easily punch through a steel plate with a single swing!

This thin layer gave him an unprecedented sense of security!

"So that’s how it is!"

Han Feng’s eyes shone with stunning brightness.

He recalled once seeing a B Level senior from the Martial Arts department at the academy. During training, the senior had merely coated his fist with Qi Blood and left a clear dent in a test alloy target!

At the time, he could only watch from the sidelines with envy.

That was the huge chasm between the High Tiers and Middle Tiers of the Body Tempering Realm.

At the Body Tempering Sixth Layer and below, all attacks were purely physical. No matter how strong, they couldn’t penetrate the carapaces of High Tier Demon Beasts.

But starting from the Body Tempering Seventh Layer, a Martial Artist could release their Qi Blood and coat their body or weapons with it, causing a qualitative leap in their Attack Power, Defense Power, and Destructive Power!

This was a whole new level!

"No wonder the manual says that the Seventh Layer is the true watershed of the Body Tempering Realm."

Han Feng now finally and completely understood the meaning of that sentence.

’One day and over ten thousand Contribution Points in exchange for a breakthrough to a minor realm and a qualitative leap in combat power.’

’This deal was a massive win!’

’My wallet is hurting a bit, though.’

He glanced at the single remaining potion in the storage compartment, then at the nearly empty fuel gauge, and could no longer suppress his excitement.

Right now, all he wanted was to get back on the ground, find a training room, and properly test his current strength!

’How powerful is a fist wrapped in Qi Blood?’

’If I coat an ordinary sword with Qi Blood, can I unleash the legendary Sword Qi?’

’And my "Spiral Force" technique... if I combine it with released Qi Blood, just how terrifying will its Penetration Power become?’

One wild thought after another flashed through his mind.

It made him eagerly turn the plane around and dive toward the Airplane Graveyard.

When he jumped down from the "Initial Training-3", Uncle Sun was standing at the entrance of the hangar.

He was holding that purple clay teapot, looking as if he had been waiting for a long time.

He looked at Han Feng, his usually somewhat cloudy eyes now like two bottomless ancient wells, reflecting Han Feng’s figure.

’This kid’s aura is completely different from when he arrived this morning.’

’If he was a blade hidden in its sheath this morning...’

’...then now, he’s an unsheathed Sharp Sword, its edge exposed, even radiating a scorching killing intent!’

"Kid..."

Uncle Sun spat out the tea leaves in his mouth and spoke slowly.

"Did you eat an Immortal Pill today or something?"

Han Feng suppressed his excitement, cupped his hands in a fist-and-palm salute, and spoke with a hint of urgency.

"Uncle Sun, I was just lucky enough to break through."

"I need to hurry back to the academy to consolidate my new level."

Uncle Sun was a perceptive man; he saw right through Han Feng’s little scheme with a single glance.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he gave a lazy wave of his hand.

"Go on, go on."

"Next time you come, remember to settle today’s fuel bill. Don’t think you can skip out on your tab just because you got a promotion."

"Definitely!"

Han Feng called back and rushed out of the Airplane Graveyard without a second glance.

His mind was now completely filled with thoughts of the cold testing instruments in the training rooms.

He wanted to see, with the most direct data, just what level his strength had reached!