High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

HUMMM—

At the cave’s entrance, space rippled like the surface of water.

The ripples quickly vanished as if nothing had ever happened.

An invisible film of energy completely sealed the entrance.

The thick, metallic smell of blood inside the cave was swiftly drawn out, replaced by a dry, clean scent.

"It’s done!"

Wang Meng plopped down on the ground.

He panted heavily, gasping for breath.

"Finally, a safe spot to catch our breath."

Han Feng didn’t sit.

He stood beside the Array Stone Monument, closed his eyes, and felt the flow of Spiritual Qi around him.

Even after being filtered by the Array, the concentration of Spiritual Qi here was still astonishingly high.

Just then, the long-silent system notification finally chimed in his mind.

[High-concentration Spiritual Energy environment detected]

[Current Spiritual Qi purity: Medium]

[Activate Sword Bone (Autonomous) Transformation mode?]

’Here it is!’

Han Feng’s breath caught for a moment.

Back at the Martial Arts University, not even the top-tier B Level apartment’s Spirit Gathering Array had ever triggered such a prompt.

Suspended Mountain was truly full of opportunities.

’Activate.’

He commanded with a thought.

In the next instant, a greedy craving originating from the depths of his marrow erupted!

His entire skeleton seemed to transform into billions of microscopic vortexes.

They madly devoured the free-roaming Spiritual Qi in the air.

This absorption was domineering and unreasonable.

It bypassed his meridians and ignored his Cultivation Technique, seeping directly through his skin and flesh to be voraciously swallowed by his bones.

A strange, tingling numbness spread throughout his body.

Han Feng immediately pulled up his status panel.

[Sword Bone Transformation in progress...]

[Progress +0.01]

He stood there impassively, silently calculating the time.

A full five minutes passed.

The number on the panel ticked up again.

[Progress +0.01]

The light in Han Feng’s eyes dimmed slightly.

’It’s too slow.’

At this rate, he would barely gain 0.1 progress in an hour.

Even if he idled here twenty-four hours a day, he would only gain two or three points.

Although this efficiency far surpassed his cultivation speed in the school’s Spirit Gathering Array, it still wasn’t enough for him.

’I can’t just wait around like this.’

Just then, Zhang Hao’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

"We can’t just hole up in here."

"This is just a temporary base. Our goal is to find resources!"

Zhang Hao spread the crude map on the ground, tracing a fan-shaped area with his finger.

"Lin Qing, you stay here and monitor the surroundings."

"Everyone else, pair up and search outward. Radius of five kilometers. If you encounter a Tier Two Demon Beast, retreat immediately!"

Zhang Hao looked at Han Feng.

"Han Feng, you’re with Wang Meng. Head west. The vegetation is thickest there, so it’s the most likely place to find Spirit Plants."

"You got it."

Wang Meng hoisted the door-panel-sized Giant Axe onto his shoulder and grinned.

"Let’s go, Fengzi! Time for us bros to dig for treasure!"

Han Feng tightened his grip on the Black Tungsten Gold Longsword in his hand, then patted the "Sand Python" holster on his outer thigh.

"Let’s go."

Since lying around wouldn’t let him level up quickly, he had to take the initiative.

He was just one step away from the qualitative transformation node at 75% for his Sword Bone.

He had to convert the resources of this Secret Realm into his own strength as quickly as possible!

...

The air outside the cave was exceptionally fresh, carrying the fragrant scent of earth after a rain.

This was the western side of G-13 Floating Island. Ancient, gnarled trees with sky-blotting canopies intertwined, their massive leaves glistening with a strange, oily sheen.

Wang Meng tried pressing the communicator by his ear.

KSHHH—

A burst of sharp static made him frown.

"Dammit, it’s all static!"

Wang Meng took off his earpiece and swore.

"The magnetic field in this damn place is a total mess. You’d have to shout to be heard from fifty meters away."

Han Feng wasn’t surprised by this.

"Don’t count on that thing."

He patted the "Ghost Bat·Modified" Wingsuit on his back.

"Stay within visual range."

"You take the ground, I’ll fly above."

Wang Meng paused, looking up at the impenetrable canopy above.

"It’s all branches up there. How are you going to fly?"

"Don’t get yourself stuck in a tree and make me come rescue you."

"I’ll be fine."

Han Feng only said three words and took a few steps back.

He suddenly pushed off, launching himself forward!

Just as he was about to collide with an ancient tree that would take three people to encircle, he kicked off its rough trunk with both feet!

Using the force, he shot upward!

’Rise!’

He silently recited the Spell in his mind.

He didn’t need the Spiritual Energy Engine at all.

At this moment, in the system’s judgment, the "Ghost Bat·Modified" Wingsuit on his back was a living Flying Sword!

The immense Qi Blood of his Body Tempering Perfection surged from his spine and frantically poured into the Wingsuit’s core!

The once-lifeless mechanical creation seemed to be instantly infused with a soul!

Han Feng’s body completely defied the laws of inertia.

Instead of falling in the slightest, he used the force of his kick to pull himself upward at a strange angle, ascending more than thirty meters!

After a few unbelievable twists and turns through the dense branches, he broke through the thick canopy!

That familiar feeling was back.

The sky was his home turf!

Han Feng adjusted his posture, stabilizing his altitude at around one hundred and fifty meters.

At this height, he had a clear view of the jungle below without alerting the terrifying predators in the higher altitudes.

’Spiritual Vision, activate!’

In an instant, the colorful world before him was stripped of its surface appearance.

A brand-new dimension composed of countless lines of energy and points of light unfolded clearly in his mind!

The jungle below was no longer a sea of green, but an intricate web of energy.

The vast majority of plants emitted a faint white light—their meager Life Magnet Fields.

Occasionally, a few glaring red dots of light darted through the forest, representing hunting Tier One Demon Beasts.

’As expected, a wide field of view makes all the difference.’

Han Feng circled in the air, his gaze like the most precise radar, scanning every inch of land.

He didn’t need to dash around aimlessly like a headless fly.

He just needed to find the place where the light shone brightest!

The convergence point of Spiritual Qi!

The birthplace of treasures!

Han Feng steered the Wingsuit, gliding silently along the flow of Spiritual Qi in the air.

「About ten minutes later.」

His gaze suddenly locked onto a spot a kilometer to the northwest!

There, a halo of blue light, so dense it seemed solid, shone with dazzling brilliance against the dim energy background!

The intensity of that light far surpassed any Tier One Spirit Plant he had ever seen!

’Found it.’

With a thought, Han Feng’s wings snapped shut.

His body plummeted straight down!

The wind howled in his ears!

Just as he was twenty meters from the ground, he spread his wings again!

The immense wind resistance brought his descent to an abrupt halt.

He landed lightly on a thick branch without making a sound.

Hearing the faint sound of wind above, Wang Meng immediately looked up.

He saw Han Feng give him the hand signal for "target spotted."