High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

As Han Feng flew, he mulled over his future path.

To become a B Level Engineer, technical skill wasn’t enough; seniority and project contributions were even more important.

He had made a huge contribution to the "Falcon Third Generation" project, but he was still a newcomer with far too little seniority.

’Climbing any higher in a short amount of time is practically impossible.’

He planned to ask Zhao Yu about it when he got back, but he wasn’t very hopeful.

That left only one path to enter the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm.

’Become a B Level Student!’

This path was simple and direct. It all came down to raw power.

According to the university’s rules, there were two basic requirements to become a B Level Student.

First, one’s Cultivation had to reach the Body Tempering Tenth Layer.

Second, one had to pass the university’s combat assessment.

As long as he met these two conditions, he could apply immediately and enjoy the benefits of a B Level Student.

’First, I’ll become a B Level Student and get my ticket into the Secret Realm.’

’As for the recommendation slot, I’ll figure something out when I get back.’

Han Feng’s goal was crystal clear.

Whether he asked Zhao Yu for help or found another way, the prerequisite was that he had to be qualified.

He had to take things one step at a time.

「Five days later.」

Han Feng’s money-burning cultivation finally showed some results.

[DING! Body Tempering Cultivation has increased!]

[Current Realm: Body Tempering Ninth Layer (1/1800)]

He had burned through nearly fifty thousand Contribution Points worth of Potions and fuel, but his Cultivation had finally broken through.

He had successfully stepped into the Body Tempering Ninth Layer.

His strength had risen another level, bringing him closer to his goal.

At the same time, the harvest at Golden Ears Farm was also nearing completion.

The runways torn up by the insects had been restored by the rapid repairs of the Engineering Mecha.

The other few fighters damaged during the Demon Beast tide had also been fixed by Han Feng, the professional technician.

Gu Yun didn’t say anything, but seeing his "Alice" newly maintained by Han Feng made him ecstatic.

Of course, he had already decided that the first thing he’d do when he got back was to give "Alice" a brand-new "swimsuit" paint job.

After all, his "wife" had been "ridden" by another man, so she wasn’t "clean" anymore.

That morning, Lei Zhen summoned everyone from the Sharp Sword Squad to the Command Tower.

"Everyone, the farm’s harvest is now complete."

"We were able to turn this crisis around thanks to all of your unwavering support."

Lei Zhen looked at the group, his one eye filled with sincere gratitude.

"I, Lei Zhen, am not a stingy man."

"Besides the reward we agreed on, here’s a little something extra. I hope you’ll accept it."

He clapped his hands, and several guards walked in carrying large chests.

The chests opened to reveal vacuum-sealed bags of Purple Crystal Wheat Rice.

Every grain was plump and glowing, brimming with Spiritual Qi.

"This is the first batch of Special Level Spirit Rice from this year’s harvest. Twenty-five kilograms for each of you. Take it back and have a taste."

"Wow! Twenty-five kilograms of Special Level Spirit Rice!"

Wang Meng’s eyes went wide.

In the Fortress City market, this was the kind of thing money couldn’t buy.

Ordinary people couldn’t purchase it even if they wanted to; only the bigwigs in the Inner City could get a taste.

Twenty-five kilograms... converted to Contribution Points, that was worth at least ten to twenty thousand.

"Director Lei, you’re too generous!" Zhang Hao said with a smile.

"It’s what you deserve."

Lei Zhen waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, that’s enough idle chatter."

"The runway is repaired. You can head back whenever you’re ready."

"If you’re ever out west again, remember to come find me at the farm for a drink!"

"We will!"

The group said their goodbyes to Lei Zhen, Wang Defa, and the others.

Half an hour later, on the tarmac of Golden Ears Farm, the engines of eleven fighter jets roared as they taxied and took off one by one.

The jets formed up and flew toward the eastern horizon.

The return journey was smooth.

Thirty minutes later, the magnificent silhouette of East Sea Fortress City appeared on the horizon.

The squadron landed one after another in the Sharp Sword Club’s exclusive underground hangar.

"We’re finally back!"

Wang Meng was the first to jump out of his plane, stretching extravagantly.

"Mission complete!"

"Everyone is dismissed! Go home and get some rest!"

"I’ll handle the mission report and the Contribution Point settlement!"

Zhang Hao announced.

"Yeah! The captain is awesome!"

"Finally, I can get a good night’s sleep!"

The group cheered and went their separate ways.

Han Feng carried the large chest containing the twenty-five kilograms of Special Level Spirit Rice back to his C Level dorm, which had been empty for many days.

He pushed the door open. The room was spotless; someone had clearly been cleaning it regularly.

Placing the chest on the table, Han Feng plopped down on his bed and let out a long sigh.

The trip to Golden Ears Farm had only lasted about ten days, but it felt like several months.

The life-or-death battles, the joy of his power surging, and the planning for his future...

It all felt like a lifetime ago.

He opened his personal status panel and looked at the data, a smile spreading across his face.

[Name: Han Feng]

[Status: East Sea Martial Arts University C Level Technician, Co·defense Sequence·Bronze One·Star]

[Cultivation: Body Tempering Ninth Layer (201/1800)]

[Talent: Spiritual Vision]

[Sword Bone Transformation: 52/100]

[Core Skills: Sword Control Technique (Mastery), Swordsmanship·Divine Thought Remote Sensing (Entry Level)...]

[Professional Skills: Spiritual Energy Engine Principles (Mastery), Mechanical Maintenance Theory (Mastery)...]

[Contribution Points: 164,500]

In one month, his Cultivation had jumped from the Fifth Layer to the Ninth Layer.

He had even comprehended a new Core Swordsmanship.

Better yet, he had earned over 160,000 Contribution Points and a pile of Top Grade Spirit Plants.

The haul was simply terrifying!

Just then, his roommate, Gao Fei, pushed the door open and walked in.

He was facing the virtual screen of his personal terminal, fingers flying as he muttered to himself.

"C’mon, Senior, your price is outrageous!"

"You’re selling a Tier One Concentration Flower for eight hundred Contribution Points?"

"What do you think this is, a blind dating market? Does it have to be pretty, too?"

"Five hundred! Not a point more!"

"Any higher and I can’t make a profit!"

Seeing Han Feng, Gao Fei’s eyes lit up. He immediately ended the call and sprang up from his chair.

"Brother! You’re finally back!"

He scurried over in a few steps, his small eyes looking Han Feng up and down.

"Tsk tsk, with all that Evil Qi you’re giving off, it looks like you had a big haul on this mission, huh?"

"I heard your Sharp Sword Club made a killing on this trip to Golden Ears Farm!"

Gao Fei’s information network was always unbelievably fast.

However, he clearly only knew the gist of the mission and was unaware of the dangers involved.

What happened at Golden Ears Farm had been suppressed by the higher-ups. The outside world only knew it as a routine garrison mission.

"It was alright. Earned some hard-earned money," Han Feng said, putting down his backpack.

"More than just ’hard-earned money’!" Gao Fei said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I heard that on this mission, the Sharp Sword Club’s basic subsidy alone was ten thousand points per person!"

"And that’s not even counting the cut from killing Demon Beasts!"

"Brother, you’re a rich man now!"

"It’s not that exaggerated," Han Feng laughed and waved his hand dismissively.

At that moment, he recalled Gao Fei boasting about his business channels and asked casually.

"Gao Fei, you’re well-informed. Do you know anywhere I can buy High Tier Spirit Plants with just money?"