High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Wang Zongping’s shock was beyond words.

’Condensing Qi Blood into a physical form, controlling it to harm an enemy!’

’This isn’t right.’

’This isn’t the True Qi Release that only experts in the Enlightenment Realm can achieve.’

’This is someone in the Body Tempering Realm who has already pushed their control of Qi Blood to the unbelievable "Microscopic" level!’

This level of control was a supreme threshold one might only touch after decades of immersion in a weapon’s art!

And this kid, according to his file, was only nineteen!

"Han Feng."

Wang Zongping’s tone suddenly changed.

The stern, unapproachable air from before vanished completely, replaced by an extraordinary warmth, even an undisguised eagerness.

"Have you any interest in transferring to the Martial Arts Academy?"

"I can mentor you personally, or I can recommend a Grandmaster who specializes in Power application to be your instructor."

He looked at Han Feng as if he were gazing upon a piece of peerless, uncut jade.

"With your Qi Blood foundation and this terrifying comprehension, holing up in the Celestial Craft Department as a Technician fixing planes is a criminal waste of talent!"

As soon as he said this, the surrounding students, who still hadn’t recovered from their shock, were dumbfounded once again.

’Is Professor Wang... poaching a student in public?’

’The "Iron-faced Yama," famous for his strictness, the one countless geniuses had failed to become a disciple of, was actually taking the initiative to invite a C Level Technician to switch majors?’

"Thank you for the offer, Professor."

Han Feng’s reply was crisp and decisive, instantly shattering Wang Zongping’s hopes.

"But I quite enjoy fixing planes."

"And... I also prefer the feeling of flying through the sky."

’What a joke.’

’Go to the Martial Arts Academy and practice Power on a wooden dummy every day?’

’How could that possibly compare to the thrill of flying a fighter jet and strafing the ground with a six-barreled Vulcan cannon?’

’His battlefield is in the sky. The fighter jet is his sword.’

Wang Zongping stood frozen on the spot.

He clearly hadn’t expected to be rejected so thoroughly, and for such... a refreshingly unconventional reason.

He let out a long sigh of regret.

"What a pity. Truly, what a pity."

He picked up his electronic tablet and placed a heavy checkmark next to Han Feng’s name on the assessment results.

In the rating column, he wrote a single word.

"Assessment passed! Rating: Excellent!"

With the announcement of the results, Han Feng’s personal terminal vibrated slightly.

A push notification from the academy’s academic affairs system popped up.

He didn’t linger in the arena, returning the pistol to the staff.

He turned and left under the crowd’s complex gazes, a mixture of awe, confusion, and jealousy.

Watching Han Feng’s departing figure, Lin Xiao took a deep breath, forcibly calming his turbulent emotions. His eyes became resolute once more.

"When I’ve mastered the Thousand Waves staff technique to the Great Success stage, I will challenge him again!"

"I will defeat him fair and square with the staff in my hands!"

Wang Zongping looked at the re-ignited Lin Xiao and nodded in satisfaction.

’This is a true genius, someone who can face a disparity in strength and turn it into motivation to move forward.’

But he couldn’t help but glance in the direction Han Feng had left, sighing internally once more.

’Such a good seedling for the Martial Arts. What a shame.’

...

Han Feng walked out of the training hall but didn’t rush back to his dorm.

He opened his personal terminal and, as expected, saw a golden message notification with a permission-level-up icon.

[Dear student Han Feng, congratulations on passing the B Level Student promotion assessment.]

[Your student permissions have been updated. Your identity badge has been upgraded accordingly.]

[You are now entitled to the following benefits:]

[1. Your basic monthly stipend has been increased to 5,000 Contribution Points. Your A+ Talent rating has been detected. Per special regulations, your monthly stipend will be multiplied by ten, for a total of 50,000 Contribution Points per month.]

[2. Your monthly material provisions have been increased to the B Level Student standard (multiplied automatically for A+ Talent). Please collect them from the Logistics Center with your Identity Card.]

[3. Access to the B Level Student resource exchange and exclusive mission list has been granted.]

[4. You may apply for a single apartment in the Elite District’s Building Seven, where the Spiritual Qi concentration is 2.5 times that of the outside world.]

[5. You have gained permission to apply for exploration of certain Tier Two Secret Realms.]

Reading the long list of benefits put Han Feng in an extremely good mood.

The fifty thousand Contribution Points per month in particular felt like a massive windfall!

And then there was the Secret Realm access—that was his main goal for going through all this trouble.

"Done."

Han Feng’s fingers flew across the screen, sending a short message to the contact saved as "Miss Su."

[Promoted to B Level.]

After doing all this, he hummed a little tune and headed cheerfully toward the academy’s Logistics Center.

"Hello, I’m Han Feng, a newly promoted B Level Student, here to collect this month’s provisions."

Han Feng handed his newly updated Identity Card over at the service window of the Logistics Center.

The staff member inside checked it and, upon seeing the "A+ Talent" marker pop up on the screen, his attitude immediately became much more respectful.

He quickly brought out a heavy metal case from the warehouse in the back.

"Han, this is your allotment for the month."

"Because of your A+ Talent, all your provisions are ten times the standard for a regular B Level Student."

The staff member explained as he opened the case for Han Feng to inspect.

Inside the case, thirty vials of Middle Level Qi Blood Recovery Potion, glowing with a soft blue light, were arranged neatly.

Beside them was a thick stack of Demon Beast Meat Tickets, enough for thirty-three pounds.

There was also a brand-new uniform, folded perfectly square.

The uniform was Deep Blue, and its material was visibly much better than the one he was wearing.

A tiny Rune was embroidered with silver thread on the collar and cuffs.

"This is the exclusive elite training uniform for B Level Students."

"A miniature Clear Heart Rune Array is embedded in it. It can help you focus your mind and resist distracting thoughts during Cultivation or while on missions."

Han Feng picked up the clothing and felt it. The fabric was smooth yet tough.

He finally understood why everyone was so desperate to climb the ranks.

The difference in treatment was like night and day.

"By the way," the staff member added, "your dorm application has been synced with the housing management center. You can go register for your room directly."

"There are still a few empty rooms in Building Seven of the B Level Elite District. The environment is much better than in Zone C."

Han Feng nodded.

’Changing dorms is a must.’

’The Zone C dorms are crowded and lack privacy, and the Spiritual Qi concentration is about the same as outside.’

’Now that I have the means, of course I have to move to a place more suitable for Cultivation.’

Just as he walked out the main door of the Logistics Center, his terminal vibrated again.

It was Su Muxue’s reply, as concise as ever.

Just a set of coordinates and a time.

[The day after tomorrow, 9 AM, Flight Academy, A-1 Research and Development Department.]

Han Feng looked at the message and smiled.

’Looks like this young lady moves even faster than I expected.’

’I wonder what this so-called "Wing Suit Enhancement Training Class" is really all about.’

Han Feng walked along the tree-lined path back to the Zone C dorms, carrying the heavy metal supply case.

The hallway still had that familiar smell, a mixture of sweat, instant noodles, and cheap disinfectant.

He pushed open the door to Room 302.

Gao Fei was sprawled on the sofa, stuffing chips into his mouth while staring at the campus belle rankings on a light screen and giggling foolishly.

"Holy shit, Old Han, you’re finally back!"

Seeing Han Feng, Gao Fei shot up from the sofa, spraying chip crumbs all over the floor.

"How’d it go? How’d it go? Did you pass the B Level assessment?"

"I passed."

Han Feng placed the metal case in his hand on the floor with a dull DONG.

Gao Fei’s gaze was immediately drawn to the case.

He leaned in, and his eyes went wide when he saw the exclusive B Level Student insignia on it.

"Damn, you kid! You actually passed?"

"Quick, quick, open it up and let me see! What kind of good stuff do you get in the B Level monthly provisions?"

Han Feng ignored him and started packing his few belongings.

A few changes of training clothes, some toiletries, and that was it.

His bunk was as neat as if no one had lived there for months.

"That’s it?"

Gao Fei looked at Han Feng’s small backpack with an expression of disbelief.

"Old Han, you live way too simply. You’re like an Ascetic Monk."

"As long as I have enough, it’s fine."

Han Feng zipped up his backpack, then swept the mountain of empty Recovery Potion vials from his bedside into the trash can.

Only then did Gao Fei notice Han Feng’s packing and pause for a moment.

"Wait a minute, are you... moving out?"

"Yeah, moving to the B Level dorm area."

Han Feng said it casually.

"Holy shit!"

Gao Fei slapped his thigh and immediately started wailing.

"Old Han, now that you’ve made it big, are you going to abandon me, your brother in hardship?"

His expression was extremely exaggerated, like a bitter woman who had been cruelly abandoned.

"It’s just a dorm."

Han Feng looked at him, amused.

"How is this just about a dorm!"

Gao Fei leaned in, lowered his voice, his face full of gossipy excitement.

"The B Level Elite District!"

"A single apartment! With its own small Spirit Gathering Array!"

"I heard the Spiritual Qi concentration there is more than three times what we get in this crappy pigeon coop!"

"You’re well-informed."

"Of course. Who do you think I am?"

Gao Fei puffed out his chest proudly, but then immediately deflated, his face a mask of envy, jealousy, and hate.

"Damn it, comparisons are odious."

"I’m still struggling to scrape together enough money for a few vials of Middle Tier Body Forging Liquid, and you’re already moving into a luxury single apartment to enjoy the treatment of being infused with Spiritual Qi."

He rubbed his hands together, his face instantly shifting to a fawning smile.

"So... Brother Feng, you’re moving, right?"

"I’ll help you! I’m strong. Don’t mind the fat, it’s all muscle!"

Without waiting for an answer, he snatched the metal supply case from beside Han Feng’s feet and easily hoisted it onto his shoulder.

"Let’s go, let’s go! Take your bro to see what the legendary Elite District actually looks like!"