High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The moment the Medicinal Power of the Red Flame Fruit entered his stomach.

The searing pain, like his internal organs were being burned through, surprisingly didn’t last long.

Under the profound guidance of the [Sword Storage Technique].

The rampaging Fire Attribute Spiritual Qi immediately became docile.

Like a gentle river of magma.

It surged down along his spine.

With a thunderous boom, it exploded, flooding his entire body.

Han Feng felt no pain.

Quite the opposite.

It was a feeling of pure exhilaration.

It was as if a set of invisible shackles on his body had been forcefully shattered.

Inside his body, his crystal-clear skeleton was undergoing its final process.

It was like an unseen immortal artisan was polishing his bones with stardust.

A faint, jade-like fluorescent glow began to shine from the depths of his bone marrow.

[Sword Bone Transformation Progress: 100%]

[Congratulations, Host. The Acquired Sword Bone has been forged.]

[Activating core Trait: Innate Sword Body (Basic Level)...]

The blue light screen on his retina refreshed frantically.

Han Feng felt a crisp cracking sound echo from the depths of his body.

A sound only his soul could hear.

It was as if some kind of invisible shackle that had bound him since birth...

...had, at this moment, completely snapped.

The system’s notifications were just those two lines.

But the changes within Han Feng’s body were earth-shattering.

The Energy from three Red Flame Fruits was immense.

Enough to make a Meridian Passage Realm Martial Artist literally explode.

But the moment his Sword Bone was fully formed...

...this torrent of Energy was like it had crashed into a bottomless black hole.

His skeleton was greedily devouring it.

All the Energy was swept away in an instant.

And yet... it wasn’t enough.

An unprecedentedly intense hunger, originating from the depths of his bone marrow, instantly washed over him.

It wasn’t his stomach that was hungry.

It was his body, his Sword Bone, that was craving Energy.

The small amount of special energy he had just condensed was being rapidly consumed.

A ruthless look flashed in Han Feng’s eyes. Without a second thought...

...he pulled out all the Tier One Spirit Plants he had gathered along the way from his backpack.

He didn’t even spare the Tier Two "Blood Coagulation Grass" he had planned to sell.

Like a ravenous beast...

...he stuffed all the valuable herbs into his mouth at once.

He chewed them crudely and swallowed.

The herbs transformed into pure streams of energy.

The moment they entered his stomach, they were devoured completely by his skeleton.

Only then did the terrifying hunger that threatened to drain him dry finally subside.

Han Feng let out a long breath and closed his eyes.

He quietly sensed the brand new changes in his body.

The most direct change was his pores.

At this moment, it was as if all 84,000 pores on his body had turned into tiny mouths.

They opened on their own, breathing greedily.

The dense Spiritual Qi in the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm no longer needed to be intentionally guided by him.

He didn’t even need to focus his mind.

The Spiritual Qi was automatically and frantically surging into his body through his pores.

After this Spiritual Qi entered his body, it was directly seized by his jade-glowing Sword Bone.

It was compressed and finally, perfectly integrated into his Qi Blood.

"This..."

Han Feng’s eyes snapped open, his pupils filled with unprecedented astonishment.

This feeling was all too familiar.

Though he had never practiced Cultivation Immortality, as a Transmigrator, he’d seen enough to know the score.

In the cultivation novels from his past life, there was a type of aptitude called a "Spirit Root."

People with a Spirit Root were naturally attuned to Spiritual Qi and could grow stronger just by breathing.

But in this world, even a genius like Lu Yunxiao had to obediently sit and meditate to cultivate.

But now, Han Feng was getting stronger just by sitting still.

’Automatically absorbing Spiritual Qi, and the conversion efficiency is even higher than when I actively cultivate...’

Han Feng clenched his fist, feeling the stream of qi gathering spontaneously in his palm.

’Isn’t this the top-tier "Sword Spirit Root" from cultivation novels?!’

Just as his heart was surging with excitement...

...a brand-new, brilliant silver-white Energy began to slowly form in the depths of his bones.

[Sword Essence: 1/100 (Condensing)]

Han Feng looked inside his own body.

In his Dantian, a silver-gray vortex of qi was slowly taking shape.

Sword Essence.

According to the system’s conversion, one unit of "Sword Essence" could unleash the power of ten units of "Sword Qi."

More importantly, Sword Essence wasn’t just for fighting; it could also nourish the body and nurture weapons.

’The body is the sword, and qi nourishes the body.’

The Innate Sword Body wasn’t so much a Talent as it was a completely new level of existence.

The physical body is the Sword Box, and also the Sword Embryo.

By tempering the body with Sword Essence day and night, eventually the man becomes the sword, and the sword becomes the man.

’The path has appeared.’

Han Feng’s gaze was incredibly resolute.

He was now more concerned about his own classification.

By Blue Star’s standards, he was still in the Body Tempering Realm.

But his Energy was already the High Tier Sword Essence.

’Should I be considered at the Qi Cultivation Early Stage of the Cultivation Immortality Realm? Or a Half-Step Meridian Passage expert in this world?’

Han Feng shook his head. What it was called didn’t matter. Strength was the only thing that counted.

He tried to channel the precious sliver of Sword Essence from his Dantian.

A silver stream of qi flowed down his arm, gathered at his fingertip, and was flicked out gently.

CHHHK.

An invisible, slender strand of potent qi left a small, bottomless hole in the hard rock floor.

The edge of the hole was as smooth as a mirror, without a single crack.

’The Penetration Power is at least three times what it was before.’

Han Feng nodded in satisfaction, but then his brow furrowed.

The power was sufficient, but his control was a complete mess.

Once the Sword Essence left his body, it could only travel in a straight line.

He was missing something.

Divine Sense.

This was his biggest weakness right now.

[Spiritual Vision] and [Perception Field] were for passive detection, whereas Divine Sense was for active intervention.

True Sword Control Technique didn’t rely on the eyes, but on Divine Sense.

’Right now, my Perception Field is just a low-budget radar.’

Han Feng’s desire for a "Spiritual Cultivation Technique" instantly blazed to its peak.

To have a body full of Sword Essence but no Divine Sense to guide it meant he could only act as a brute, attacking in straight lines.

What a waste.

Moreover, in his eyes, the Spirit Bodies from the gloom period were a "spiritual buffet" that no one else was eating.

If he could just get his hands on a Visualization Method to purify and digest all that impure Spiritual Energy...

Han Feng licked his lips.

As long as his Spiritual Power was strong enough, a quantitative change would lead to a qualitative one. The birth of Divine Sense was only a matter of time.

When that time came, even with just an embroidery needle in hand, he could achieve the effects of a Flying Sword.

’I have to get my hands on a Spiritual Secret Technique!’

He seared this goal into his mind.

Calming himself, Han Feng summoned his system panel.

[Host: Han Feng]

[Class: Apprentice Sword Cultivator]

[Advancement Goal: Swordsman]

[Promotion Conditions:]

[1. Root Bone Transformation: 100% (Complete)]

[2. Sword Control Technique Mastery (Complete)]

[3. Cultivation Breakthrough: Meridian Passage Realm (Incomplete)]

[4. Skills Mastered: Three Mastery Level Swordsmanship/Body Techniques (Current Progress: 1/3)]

The most difficult part, the Root Bone Transformation, was already taken care of.

The rest was just a matter of time.

As for Skill Proficiency, he glanced at his panel.

[Spiral Charge·Proficient (124/200)]

[Reversing Heaven and Earth·Proficient (92/200)]

As long as he spent time practicing, he could grind them to Mastery within a day or two.

Han Feng stood up, and a series of rapid-fire pops, like beans being stir-fried, erupted from all his joints.

It was a satisfying sensation of power filling his entire body.

Not far away, Wang Meng had just finished dealing with the giant lizard’s corpse.

He walked over, carrying a huge lizard hide and a bag of materials.

When he saw Han Feng stand up, Wang Meng’s steps faltered, and he froze on the spot.

He stared at Han Feng, somewhat stunned.

His teammate’s appearance hadn’t changed, nor had his clothes.

But in Wang Meng’s Perception as a Martial Artist, the man seemed to have changed completely.

If the previous Han Feng was an unsheathed blade, all sharp edges and overwhelming keenness...

...then now...

...all that sharpness had vanished.

He just stood there quietly, like a peerless Divine Weapon returned to its simple, ancient sheath.

His aura was as steady as a mountain, as profound as an abyss.

He looked perfectly ordinary, yet he caused Wang Meng to instinctively feel a sense of... fear, welling up from the depths of his soul.