High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Han Feng knew exactly what little scheme Gao Fei was hatching.

He just wanted to use this as an excuse to see the legendary B Level dorms for himself.

He didn’t call him out on it. He just grabbed his pathetically small backpack, and the two of them headed out.

Going from the C Level dorms to the B Level Elite District was like stepping from Hell into heaven.

The roads grew wider and cleaner.

The Spirit Plant landscaping along the roads grew visibly more lush.

The foul air, a mix of sweat and cheap nutrient paste, was replaced by a crisp, sweet scent.

"Can you feel that?"

Gao Fei closed his eyes and greedily took a deep breath, his face twisted in ecstasy.

"This air... it’s fucking sweet!"

"It’s filled with the scent of Spiritual Qi! I bet just one night’s sleep here is better than half a day of meditation back in our pigeon coops!"

The B Level dorms were a collection of modern, standalone apartment buildings.

The buildings were no more than ten stories tall, with a luxurious amount of space between them that guaranteed every unit ample light and complete privacy.

Han Feng’s new home was Unit 301 in Building Seven.

He swiped his card to unlock the door and pushed it open.

HUM.

A wave of pure Spiritual Qi, several times denser than in the hallway, washed over them.

It instantly washed away the last trace of the grit they had brought with them from Zone C.

Gao Fei, following behind, let out a strange "Whoa..."

It was a standard single-person apartment with over fifty square meters of usable space.

Beyond the Entryway was a small living room.

A simple fabric sofa and coffee table sat there, spotlessly clean.

The inner room was the bedroom, with a 1.8-meter-wide bed big enough for Gao Fei to roll around on, next to a large wardrobe and desk.

At the very back, there was also a private bathroom with a separate shower and toilet.

The entire apartment had a minimalist, cool-toned style that exuded an air of efficiency and calm.

"This... this is too damn luxurious!"

Gao Fei completely lost his composure. He rushed to the window and yanked open the curtains.

Outside was a small balcony, big enough to hang laundry or even set up a lounge chair.

"Holy shit! A private balcony!"

He then stormed into the bathroom like a whirlwind, turned on the faucet, and felt the warm water on his fingertips.

"24-hour hot water! We have to fight a bunch of brutes for a spot at the public bathhouse on a strict schedule!"

Finally, he collapsed into the living room sofa like a pile of mud and let out a long sigh of utter contentment.

"Damn it, now this is what I call living."

After touring the entire place, Gao Fei’s gaze finally settled on an inconspicuous metal door in the corner of the bedroom.

There was a small touchscreen on the door.

His breathing instantly quickened.

"Old Han, quick! Open this and let me see!"

Gao Fei’s eyes were shining, and his voice was trembling.

"What is this?"

Han Feng was also getting curious.

"A Spirit Gathering Quiet Chamber! It’s standard issue for B Level apartments, and also the most valuable thing in this place!"

Gao Fei shot forward, practically pressing himself against the door, almost drooling.

"You don’t even know what this is? My god, how on earth did you even pass the exam to become a B Level Student?"

He stared at Han Feng as if he were a prehistoric creature.

Then, he held up three fingers, his expression turning more serious than ever before.

"Everyone knows there are three steps to get from Quenching Body to Meridian Passage, you know that much, right?"

"First step, Spirit Transformation."

"This step is relatively easy. You just need a Spirit Awakening Potion. The cheapest Tier One Spirit Awakening Potion can be had for a hundred thousand Contribution Points."

"That stuff causes a qualitative change in your cells, allowing you to gain ’Spirituality.’ Only then can your body truly begin to absorb and convert Spiritual Qi."

"Second step, Strengthening!"

Gao Fei’s voice dropped, filled with awe and desire.

"This process is the most grueling and also the most expensive!"

"You need a mountain of Spiritual Qi resources to nourish your body and promote the regeneration of all your cells."

"For a genius, this process can take as little as three months. For the untalented, it can take a year and a half, or even longer!"

"Countless Martial Artists get stuck at this step. If their resources can’t keep up, they can forget about breaking through in this lifetime!"

He suddenly slapped the metal door, making a loud BANG.

"And this Spirit Gathering Quiet Chamber, its purpose is to provide a stable, super-high-concentration Spiritual Qi environment!"

"It lets you complete this most crucial second step just by lying down and sleeping in your own dorm!"

"Damn it, this isn’t an apartment, this is a super machine that prints its own money!"

Han Feng understood.

The transformation of his Sword Bone also required a massive amount of Energy.

To him, this Spirit Gathering Quiet Chamber was worth far more than Gao Fei could ever imagine.

Gao Fei lingered in the new apartment for a full half-hour, touching every nook and cranny, before reluctantly preparing to leave.

Just before he left, he slung an arm around Han Feng’s shoulder and waggled his eyebrows.

"Old Han, a housewarming calls for a celebration, don’t you think? You should treat me."

"Celestial Pride Pavilion?" Han Feng asked.

Gao Fei’s eyes lit up instantly, then he shook his head frantically like a rattle drum.

"No, no, no! That place is way too expensive. One meal there and I’d starve for half a month!"

"Let’s just go to the standard cafeteria on the second floor. Just get me two extra main dishes!"

Seeing his friend’s stingy expression, torn between wanting a free meal and feeling the pain of spending, Han Feng nodded.

"Fine. This weekend."

"It’s a deal!"

After seeing Gao Fei off, the room finally returned to absolute silence.

Han Feng stood in the center of the spacious living room, looking around.

From the sunless basement in the Outer City, to the crowded four-person D Level room, and then to the noisy two-person C Level room.

Now, he finally had a private space that was completely his own, where he could cultivate in peace.

’This feeling... isn’t bad.’

He walked to the balcony. The cool night wind, fresh with Spiritual Qi, brushed against his face.

In the distance were the continuous, brilliant lights of East Sea Fortress City.

And on the far horizon, separated by the towering city walls, was an endless darkness.

’A B Level Student is just a new beginning.’

After a quick wash, Han Feng didn’t walk toward the soft, large bed, but instead pushed open the door to the Spirit Gathering Quiet Chamber.

The Quiet Chamber wasn’t large, only about five or six square meters.

The four walls were made of some unknown, gentle, grayish-white material.

There was only a meditation cushion in the center and nothing else.

Han Feng pressed the start button on the touchscreen by the door.

HUM.

A very faint hum sounded.

Countless light blue Energy patterns on the walls of the Quiet Chamber lit up one by one.

The surrounding air seemed to thicken in an instant.

Extremely pure Spiritual Qi seeped out from tiny crevices in the walls, quickly filling the entire space.

Han Feng sat down cross-legged.

He didn’t even need to consciously circulate his Cultivation Technique. The surrounding Spiritual Qi, as if it had found its home, actively converged toward his body.

He closed his eyes.

In his [Spiritual Vision] state, he could clearly "see" the light-like motes of Spiritual Qi drill into his skin, flow along his meridians, and finally merge into his spine.

The half-transformed Sword Bone gave a joyous, slight tremble.

Waves of a comfortable, slightly numb itch spread from the depths of his bone marrow.

This absorption efficiency was nowhere near as violent as directly consuming a Spirit Plant, but its advantage was that it was gentle, long-lasting, and... completely free!

The high-intensity Cultivation and assessments over the past few days had indeed left him with a trace of mental fatigue.

Wrapped in this comfortable Spiritual Qi, a heavy drowsiness gradually washed over him.

’Oh well, I’ll sleep first.’

Han Feng adjusted his position, leaned against the wall, and fell into a deep sleep, submerged in the Spiritual Qi that was as thick as water.

The night passed peacefully.

When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the curtains the next morning, casting a patch of light in the room, Han Feng slowly woke up.

He stretched, and a series of crisp cracks echoed from his joints.

He felt refreshed and full of energy.

This Quiet Chamber not only aided Cultivation but could also significantly improve sleep quality.

He opened his personal panel.

[Root Bone: Sword Bone (53.05/100, Transforming)]

’It really increased!’

Although it was only by a negligible 0.05.

But this meant that as long as he stayed in this Quiet Chamber every day.

Even if he did nothing, the transformation of his Sword Bone would slowly and steadily progress.

"This is a real benefit."

Han Feng stood up, stretched his limbs, and felt the Qi Blood Power within him, which was more solid and powerful than yesterday. A sense of peace filled his heart.

Next up was the so-called "Wingsuit Enhancement Training Course."

Just as he was about to head out and experience the elite cafeteria he had only ever heard about in legends, his personal terminal on his wrist vibrated.

It was Su Muxue.

[Can you use a wingsuit?]

The five simple words made Han Feng, who was about to step out, freeze.

He thought for a moment and replied truthfully.

[Never have.]

Less than three seconds after he sent the message, a communication request from Su Muxue popped up.

Han Feng accepted, and her calm, cool face appeared on the light screen.

"You’ve really never used a Wingsuit?"

There was an extremely hard-to-detect trace of surprise in Su Muxue’s tone.

"Is there a problem?" Han Feng asked.

"A very big one."

Su Muxue’s voice turned cold.

"I signed you up for the ’High Level Winged Flight and Air Combat Application’ Enhancement Class, not a beginner’s literacy class."

"On the very first day, there will be a mandatory virtual test."

"Anyone whose scores don’t meet the standard will be kicked directly to the Basic Level class, completely losing their eligibility for the subsequent practical training."

She paused for a moment, as if organizing her words.

"The instructor for the training class, Teacher Qin Yueyao, just contacted me. She said she saw your information on the list."

"Your file shows no Wingsuit Flying experience whatsoever, which is unheard of in the Enhancement Class."

Su Muxue looked at him. "Teacher Qin’s suggestion is that you should proactively apply for a transfer to the basic class."

"The pace of the Enhancement Class is extremely fast. No one is going to waste time teaching you how to open a Wingsuit from scratch."

Han Feng’s brow furrowed.

He finally realized the gravity of the situation.

Once he was kicked to the Basic Level class, this month’s enhancement training would be a complete waste, and the trip to the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm would become a fantasy.

"What are the standards for the test?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Three basic, no-interference tests. Your rating must be ’Good’ or higher on all of them."

Su Muxue’s gaze became serious.

"You have only a day and a half."

"Go to the full-sensory simulation training center right now and grind your rating up to ’Good’."

"With your flying Talent and A+ Level Perception Power, theoretically... it shouldn’t be difficult."

"Okay."

Without another word, Han Feng cut the communication.

He immediately changed into the brand-new B Level Elite training uniform and strode toward the multi-functional simulation training center.

At the training center’s front desk, it was the same familiar long-haired girl from last time.

She was bored, scrolling through a light screen, and habitually looked up when she saw someone approaching.

When she saw that it was Han Feng, a flash of astonishment crossed her eyes.

The young man before her was dressed in a crisp, Deep Blue B Level Elite training uniform, his aura as steady as a mountain.

This was a completely different temperament from the "madman" she remembered, who wore a cheap C Level Technician’s uniform and trained himself to the point of collapse for thirty consecutive hours.

"Hello, I need a full-sensory flight simulation training pod."

Han Feng handed over his Identity Card.

"Of course, Han."

The girl snapped back to reality and quickly operated the system.

When she swiped Han Feng’s Identity Card on the Card Reader and saw the words [B Level Martial Arts Student] and [Comprehensive Talent Rating: A+ Level] pop up on the light screen, the surprise in her eyes finally turned to understanding and awe.

’I see.’

’He’s a monster who awakened an A+ Level Talent.’

’No wonder... no wonder he could advance at such a terrifying speed.’

To go from an unknown C Level Technician to a B Level Martial Arts Student—a status countless people dreamed of—in such a short time, and in a different specialization no less.

Behind this was a terrifying Talent that mortals couldn’t even imagine.

"Han, Training Pod A-28 has been unlocked for you."

A trace of respect had unconsciously crept into the girl’s voice.

Han Feng took back the card, thanked her, and walked straight toward the training pod area.

He entered the familiar simulation pod and put on the form-fitting Flight Suit covered in sensors.

In the system menu, Han Feng found the [Wingsuit Flying Simulation] option.

A cold, mechanical voice sounded in his ear.

[Detecting user is engaging in this training for the first time... ]

[Enter beginner’s tutorial?]