High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

He then twisted open the vial of Second Level Spiritual Liquid that cost 30 Spirit Coins.

A stronger torrent of energy surged into his body.

An ordinary Body Tempering Realm cultivator’s meridians would likely have been stretched to the point of excruciating pain.

Yet, the moment this energy entered Han Feng’s body, it was swiftly devoured, crushed, and converted by a vortex formed from his very bones. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

[Sword Essence +15]

The absorption efficiency was almost one hundred percent!

Not a single bit was wasted!

Han Feng, now confident, turned and walked back to the stall.

"Give me twenty vials of Second Level Spiritual Liquid, and one of the Third Level."

At these words, Zhao Hai’s jaw dropped so wide you could fit an egg in it.

Twenty vials of Second Level—that was six hundred Spirit Coins.

One vial of Third Level—two hundred Spirit Coins.

A total of eight hundred Spirit Coins!

He looked at Han Feng as if he were looking at a humanoid, prehistoric beast.

’This isn’t some Body Tempering Realm cultivator trying to break through.’

’This is a damn High Tier Meridian Passage Realm expert preparing for a beast tide!’

"Han, are you sure? The medicinal power of the Third Level Spiritual Liquid is truly very..."

"I’m sure."

Han Feng cut him off.

Zhao Hai looked at Han Feng’s unquestionable gaze and had no choice but to swallow the rest of his warning.

He quickly and deftly packed up the Potions.

"That’ll be eight hundred Spirit Coins in total."

Han Feng paid without hesitation.

From clearing out the Mercenary Corps and selling materials, he had earned a total of over two thousand six hundred Spirit Coins.

He’d spent fifteen hundred to rent the equipment, leaving him with over eleven hundred.

Now, after spending another eight hundred, his pockets were almost empty.

Han Feng, carrying the Potions, calmly left the Trading Hall amidst Zhao Hai’s enthusiastic "Please come again!" and the gazes of onlookers staring at a rich tycoon.

Back at the stone house, Zhang Hao and the others had already found their own spots, sat down cross-legged, and begun comprehending the Secret Techniques they had just obtained.

Han Feng didn’t disturb them, walking to a corner by himself and sitting down cross-legged.

He took out the vial of Third Level Concentrated Spiritual Liquid worth two hundred Spirit Coins.

’Use the Second Level Spiritual Liquid to Nurture the meridians, and use this most potent one to part the heavens and earth!’

’It’s time!’

He twisted off the cap and downed the viscous, crimson liquid, as thick as magma, in one gulp!

BOOM!

A ridiculously violent surge of energy exploded within his body!

It felt as if he had swallowed a small sun!

The terrifying energy frantically assaulted his limbs and bones.

An ordinary person would have probably exploded and died from being overfilled by now.

But at this moment, Han Feng’s Innate Sword Body erupted with light.

The bones throughout his body seemed to form a bottomless black hole, madly devouring this energy and converting it into pure, silver-white Sword Essence.

[Sword Essence +30]

[Sword Essence +45]

[Sword Essence +60]

...

[Sword Essence: 100/100]

The Sword Essence reserves in his Dantian were instantly filled to overflowing!

Han Feng didn’t dare to delay for even a second. He immediately followed the Technique of the Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique, guiding this vast Sword Essence to begin constructing the first "Dao Vein" in his body.

If the "Meridian Passage" of the Blue Star Martial Arts System was like dredging and widening an existing riverbed...

...then the "Meridian Passage" of the Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique was like forcefully carving out a brand-new canal in a barren wasteland!

First, positioning.

Using Divine Sense Introspection, Han Feng locked his target on a spot next to a major meridian in his right arm.

Then, excavation!

He mobilized a stream of pure Sword Essence, like a miniature carving knife, and carefully tore open a brand-new Energy Channel through his flesh, muscles, and bones.

The process was excruciatingly painful.

Every inch of progress felt like countless red-hot steel needles were churning deep within his flesh and blood.

The agonizing pain shot straight to his soul.

Han Feng’s body trembled violently, and a cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

But he clenched his teeth, his nascent Divine Sense firmly locked onto the stream of Sword Essence, not allowing it to deviate in the slightest.

After an unknown amount of time, when the channel, as thin as a strand of hair, was finally carved from his shoulder to his fingertip, Han Feng looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Finally, construction!

He immediately mobilized more Sword Essence, which, like rushing cement, crazily flooded into this newly carved "riverbed."

The Sword Essence rapidly condensed and solidified along the inner walls of the channel, forming a layer of tough yet flexible silver walls for the vein.

It was like building a house; he had dug the foundation and set up the steel rebar frame for pouring the cement.

VMMMM—

When the final section of the network was completely covered by Sword Essence, forming a perfect closed loop, Han Feng’s body suddenly shuddered.

An unprecedented sense of exhilaration spread throughout his entire body!

The brand-new silver vein glowed faintly within his arm.

It didn’t interfere with his existing meridian system, yet it was faintly connected to it.

With a single thought, the Sword Essence in his Dantian instantly traveled through this "highway," reaching his fingertip without any obstruction!

The speed was several times faster than before!

[Congratulations, Host, you have successfully constructed the first ’Dao Vein’. Your Cultivation has officially entered the Meridian Passage Realm (Spirit Martial)!]

[Promotion Quest: Reach the [Meridian Passage Realm] in your own Cultivation (Completed)!]

[Conditions for promotion to "Swordsman" are 3/4 complete.]

’I did it!’

Han Feng let out a long sigh of relief, but he knew this was just the beginning.

This "Dao Vein" was still just a rough draft, very fragile.

He had to constantly use Sword Essence to Nurture, widen, and reinforce it until it could withstand the pressure of Sword Essence operating at full power.

This was a task that required patient, persistent effort; it couldn’t be rushed.

He glanced at his panel. Only one condition remained for his promotion to Swordsman: achieve Mastery Level in three Swordsmanship or Body Techniques.

His gaze fell on the two Skills he was on the verge of breaking through.

[Spiral Charge·Proficient (335/400)]

[Reversal of Heaven and Earth·Proficient (311/400)]

As long as he practiced diligently, he could meet the condition in less than two days and officially be promoted to Swordsman!

Han Feng sat cross-legged, feeling the ceaseless flow of silver Sword Essence within him and the nascent, incredibly profound power of Divine Sense at the center of his brow. He felt unprecedentedly powerful.

Although the breakthrough had consumed a great deal of energy, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit had instantly returned to their peak.

He thought for a moment, then drew his longsword.

’I wonder if I can use this thing as a Flying Sword?’

An idea struck Han Feng.

He closed his eyes and mobilized his Divine Sense, which acted like an invisible hand, slowly enveloping the longsword.

At the same time, a stream of pure Sword Essence rose from his Dantian, instantly traveled along the newly opened "Dao Vein" to the palm of his hand, and flowed into the hilt of the sword.

VMMMM...

The longsword let out a faint tremor.

Han Feng could clearly feel his Divine Sense and Sword Essence struggling to permeate the metal structure of the longsword, attempting to establish a weak connection within it.

The process was like trying to carve words onto hard granite with the tip of a needle—slow and sluggish.

Half an hour later, fine beads of sweat appeared on Han Feng’s forehead.

He felt as if a faint, almost nonexistent connection had formed between himself and the longsword.

"Rise!"

He focused his will, pushing his Divine Sense to its limit.

The longsword on the table wobbled violently a few times, struggling to lift an inch into the air.

Then, with a CLANG, it fell back down powerlessly.

Han Feng opened his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

"Still not working."

’The nurturing time was probably too short, and my connection with this longsword is too shallow.’

Han Feng wasn’t surprised by this result.

You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. It was obviously unrealistic to think he could ascend to the heavens in a single step and become a Sword Immortal who slays enemies with Sword Control.

Just then, Zhang Hao, Wang Meng, and the others began to wake up from their Meditation one by one.

Every one of them was brimming with energy, having clearly benefited greatly from the Visualization Method.