High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Han Feng nodded. He wasn’t surprised by this outcome.

"Deduct the fifteen hundred, and give me the rest in Spirit Coins."

A brilliant smile bloomed across Zhao Hai’s face, as radiant as a chrysanthemum in full splendor.

After all, what businessman didn’t love a major client who was both decisive and powerful?

He swiftly directed an assistant to carefully place the silver helmet into a briefcase with a special shock-absorbent lining.

Then, he personally counted out twenty blue potions and arranged them in a neat stack.

After a moment’s thought, he pulled out a solid black card with gilt edges from under the counter.

He passed it over, along with the 1,170 Spirit Coins in change.

"Han, here are your things."

Zhao Hai pushed the case in front of Han Feng, his tone exceedingly sincere.

"Additionally, please accept this Black Gold VIP Card from our Star Sea Technology."

"From now on, you’ll receive a ten percent discount on all products and services at any Star Sea branch in East Sea City."

"Consider it a personal gesture, my way of befriending you."

’This is how the big corporations operate.’

’They don’t play games when it comes to recruiting talent; they get straight to the point with the most tangible benefits.’

Han Feng didn’t stand on ceremony. He accepted the case and the card.

"Thanks."

He lifted the heavy briefcase, turned, and walked away.

Only after Han Feng and his group’s figures had vanished from the entrance of the hall did Zhao Hai retract his gaze, his expression complicated.

"Supervisor, that ’Deep Diver’ Gen-3 helmet... did you really just rent it to him?"

the assistant beside him asked in a hushed voice.

"What if he breaks it..."

"Breaks it?"

Zhao Hai pushed up his glasses, the corner of his mouth curling into a knowing smile.

"I have a hunch. Not only will that kid not break it, but he might... just might bring us a massive surprise."

He turned, glanced at the empty experience area, and clapped his hands, his voice booming.

"Alright, the show’s over! Everyone scatter!"

"If you want to refine your Spiritual Power, get in line now! We have a limited supply of potions this time, and when they’re gone, they’re gone!"

...

As dusk fell, the bustle of the Wind Eye Market began to recede at a visible pace.

The once-crowded streets grew empty as vendors deftly packed their goods, rushing toward the sturdy-looking stone houses with all possible speed.

An anxious, uneasy feeling permeated the air, like the dead calm before a storm.

"Hurry up, the Gloom Period is coming!"

Zhang Hao urged them on. The group of five quickened their pace and ducked into their rented stone house.

The stone house wasn’t large—only a little over thirty square meters—but its walls were inscribed with ancient runes that emitted a faint, reassuring glow.

Fan Jian, Gu Yun, and Liu Cheng were already waiting inside.

Seeing them return laden with bags, they all gathered around.

"All settled?"

"Fengzi handled it."

Wang Meng’s tone was filled with unconcealable pride.

He excitedly recounted the events at the Trading Hall, spittle flying as he spoke.

He emphatically stressed Han Feng’s astounding performance on the Spiritual Refining Device.

"The pressure of a Tier Three Middle Stage... he actually withstood it for a full ten minutes?"

The way Fan Jian looked at Han Feng changed completely.

It was a look of appraisal and awe, one you would give an equal—or perhaps, someone even stronger.

Liu Cheng walked right up, clapped Han Feng heavily on the shoulder, and broke into a wide grin.

"Bro, you’re incredible!"

"When we get back to school, you and I should have a proper sparring session in the simulation pods, what do you say?"

Han Feng just smiled without responding.

Instead, he placed the heavy silver briefcase on the stone table.

He looked toward Fan Jian and the other two who had been on watch.

"Brother Fang, you three have been on watch for most of the day. You must be tired. We’ll take it from here."

The moment his words faded, the world outside the stone house was instantly swallowed by an endless darkness.

A sinisterly cold and oppressive presence, laced with countless malicious whispers, felt as if it would seep right through the walls.

The Gloom Period had arrived, right on schedule.

The stone house’s Rune Array flared brightly, firmly holding the chill and the cacophony of whispers at bay.

"Brother Meng, same as always."

Han Feng gestured to Wang Meng while fastening the Calm Heart Pendant against his skin.

He slotted three Spirit Coins into the pendant, and a cool sensation instantly enveloped his mind.

Wang Meng sighed and, with an air of resignation, fastened the specially-made, heavy-duty belt around Han Feng’s waist.

He wrapped the other end tightly around his own wrist.

Han Feng stood at the entrance of the stone house, where a curtain of light formed by the runes separated the interior from the world outside.

This time, instead of leaning straight out, he activated [Spiritual Vision].

In his field of vision, countless distorted, blurry gray orbs of light drifted aimlessly through the darkness outside.

They were denser and more frenzied than the ones he had seen outside the cave the day before.

"The buffet is now open."

Han Feng smiled. He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the Black Tungsten Gold Longsword materialized in his palm.

He didn’t rush out. Instead, he slowly infused a thread of newly-formed, silver-white Sword Essence into the blade.

VMMMM—

The Longsword let out a clear, melodious hum.

A silvery sheen, barely perceptible to the naked eye, coated the once pitch-black blade.

An aura of extreme Sharpness emanated from the edge of the sword.

The nearest Spirit Body, one with three illusory tentacles, seemed to sense the presence of the living.

It let out a soundless shriek and lunged.

Han Feng’s expression was calm. He didn’t even move.

He simply stood within the curtain of light and swung his arm toward the Spirit Body.

SWISH!

A crescent of silver-gray Sword Aura left the blade, instantly slicing through the darkness.

The Sword Aura was barely a foot long, yet it was so condensed it looked solid, showing no sign of dissipating as it flew through the air.

Before the Spirit Body could even approach the curtain of light, the precise Sword Aura sliced it clean in two.