High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

A young researcher couldn’t help but let out a curse.

Zhao Yu’s mouth hung open.

He knew Han Feng was a good pilot, but he never imagined he was *this* good!

The sneer on Chen Kai’s face had long since vanished.

He stared intently at the screen, muttering to himself, "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."

Lin Xue clenched her fists, her palms slick with sweat.

Her heart was pounding, not from nervousness, but from pure exhilaration!

’Perfect! You’re really doing me proud!’

At that very moment!

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! WARNING! WARNING!"

A piercing alarm suddenly blared throughout the entire lab!

A window indicating an anomaly in the energy resonance abruptly popped up in the center of the screen, its values skyrocketing!

"It’s happening! The exact same malfunction as the Night Falcon!"

"The energy loss rate just shot up by 15.3%!"

"Airframe vibration frequency... The data matches!"

In that moment, all doubts vanished into thin air.

The proof was irrefutable!

Han Feng had really found the root of the problem!

"End the test! Have him return to base!"

Lin Xue’s voice trembled slightly with excitement.

A few minutes later, Han Feng piloted the Hunting Falcon to a smooth landing.

When he stepped out of the cockpit, he was greeted by the ardent gazes of Lin Xue and a group of researchers.

They stared at him as if he were some kind of monster.

"Han Feng! That was amazing! You’re a genius!"

Lin Xue hurried forward, all her previous stress swept away.

"Ahem, Engineer Lin, calm down. Just a basic maneuver."

Han Feng shrugged, looking nonchalant.

The researchers who had previously given him the cold shoulder now crowded around him, their attitudes as enthusiastic as if they were greeting a long-lost relative.

"Han Feng, about that energy repulsion theory of yours, could you explain it in more detail? It’s so profound!"

"Yeah, and how did you manage to fly the plane with such precision? It was steadier than the most precise program! Teach us!"

The whole scene gave Han Feng a bit of a headache, and he could only fend them off with polite responses.

Just then, the crowd parted, and Su Muxue walked over.

She looked at Han Feng, and for the first time, her usually icy eyes held undisguised admiration.

"Impressive."

Su Muxue’s voice was as cool as ever, but it now carried a note of gravity.

"After you graduate, are you interested in joining our Su Family’s Spiritual Energy Technology Research Institute?"

"We have the Gaia Alliance’s top R&D projects for Spiritual Energy Devices; Hovercars and Single-Soldier Spiritual Energy Armor are both developed there. With your Talent, it’s the best place for you to grow."

The moment she finished speaking, the area fell silent.

All the researchers looked on with expressions of pure envy.

The Su Family’s Spiritual Energy Technology Research Institute!

That was the Holy Land, the dream destination for every technician in East Sea Fortress City!

Never mind getting a job there—just an internship would be a golden ticket on anyone’s resume.

It was said that the annual salary of a full-time researcher there was enough to buy a large apartment in the Inner City.

Of course, they didn’t even need to buy one, because the institute assigned them detached villas and the latest model of Hovercar.

Faced with an offer that would make anyone ecstatic, Han Feng simply shook his head calmly.

"Thank you for the kind offer, Miss Su. But for now, I’d rather focus on my Martial Arts cultivation."

The whole room fell dead silent.

Everyone stared at Han Feng like he was a fool.

He... He actually refused?

That was the Su Family!

A golden ticket to the top!

Even Zhao Yu’s lip twitched, and he felt an urge to crack open his junior brother’s head to see if his brain had turned to mush.

Su Muxue was taken aback as well, clearly not having expected that answer.

But she quickly regained her composure and nodded. "I understand. On the path of Martial Arts, mastery is what matters most."

She seemed to admire his single-minded dedication.

"This is my private contact number."

Su Muxue took the initiative, tapping on her terminal to send her contact information to Han Feng.

"If you change your mind in the future, or if there’s anything you need help with, you can contact me anytime. The doors of the Su Family will always be open to you."

Seeing the contact request pop up on Han Feng’s terminal, the onlookers were green with envy.

It was enough to drive you mad with jealousy!

"Now that you’ve found the problem, solve it."

Su Muxue changed the subject, her gaze sweeping over Lin Xue and all the researchers present.

"I am hiring Han Feng as a technical consultant for the Night Falcon project, to assist you with full authority."

She then looked at Han Feng. "As a technical consultant, you can collect a project subsidy of fifty thousand Contribution Points right now."

"Once the project is successfully completed, I can have my family provide you with a one-year C Level sponsorship of one million Contribution Points per year."

Her words were met with a chorus of sharp gasps.

Such a huge amount was enough for a Body Tempering Martial Artist to break through to the Meridian Passage Realm without any bottlenecks.

How could they not be consumed by envy at such a lavish reward?

Han Feng, though surprised, wasn’t overly excited.

Although one million was a lot, when converted to the Black Market’s hard currency, Spirit Coins, it was less than ten thousand.

It was far from enough to feed the money-devouring beast that was his cultivation.

What he really wanted were the resource-rich Secret Realms that weren’t open to the public, where one could obtain Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures!

So, without much hesitation, he spoke up.

"Miss Su, could I ask for a different reward?"

"Oh?"

Su Muxue’s curiosity was clearly piqued by Han Feng’s proposal. "What is it you want? I’m listening. To turn down a million Contribution Points... you certainly have a big appetite."

"An entry slot for the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm a month from now."

Han Feng didn’t beat around the bush and stated his request directly.

"Suspended Mountain?"

Su Muxue seemed a little surprised, but then understanding dawned on her.

Compared to a fixed amount of Contribution Points, a Tier Two Secret Realm full of unknowns and opportunities was indeed more attractive to a genius pursuing the pinnacle of Martial Arts.

"Fine."

Su Muxue nodded without hesitation. "However, you’ll have to earn both the entry slot and the reward yourself."

She raised a single finger, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"One week. I expect you to solve the problem within a week. I need it in two weeks’ time."

"I’ll do my best."

Lin Xue immediately felt immense pressure. Research was full of too many variables; she didn’t dare to make a guarantee. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Su Muxue also knew the difficulty involved and didn’t apply any more pressure. Instead, she reached out, patted Lin Xue’s shoulder, and turned to leave.

She left behind Lin Xue, whose face was etched with worry, and a group of researchers exchanging uncertain glances.

Chen Kai watched Lin Xue’s miserable expression and sneered inwardly.

’So what if you found the problem?’

’The overall Rune structure of the Night Falcon was designed by my mentor. It has an extremely complex core algorithm embedded within it.’

’Trying to solve the energy repulsion issue with a tiny Coupler without altering the main structure?’

’With you bunch of rookies and one kid with a bit of Talent?’

’Keep dreaming!’

To avoid provoking Lin Xue and becoming the target of her frustration, Chen Kai wisely decided to make himself scarce.

Only Zhao Yu, Han Feng, and the project team members were left.

Lin Xue took a deep breath and turned to Han Feng, her face full of gratitude.

"Han Feng, thank you. However, this problem involves the most fundamental Rune Protocol. Solving it will take time."

She paused, then continued, "You can leave the rest to us. Go take care of your own business for now. We’ll contact you if we need anything."

"Alright, Researcher Lin. Contact me anytime you need me."

Han Feng immediately made his promise. "I guarantee I’ll be there whenever you call."

After all, the success of the project was tied to his entry slot for the Secret Realm.

He was still very invested in this matter.

After leaving the design institute and saying goodbye to Zhao Yu, Han Feng walked along the academy’s tree-lined path, contemplating his next steps.

The matter of the Secret Realm entry slot was starting to take shape.

He was confident that with his help, the Night Falcon project would be completed successfully.

Next was to focus all his efforts on improving his Cultivation.

To obtain enough resources in the Secret Realm’s trials, his own strength had to be up to the task.

His Cultivation was currently at Body Tempering Ninth Layer (650/1800), still some distance from the Tenth Layer.

So, the next step was to break through to the Body Tempering Tenth Layer as soon as possible!

Looking up at the gradually darkening sky, Han Feng started walking towards his dorm.

After a busy day, even with his considerable Cultivation, he was still a little tired.

He planned to get a good night’s sleep before thinking about anything else.