Free Web NovelChapter 257: Chapter 216: New Discovery for the Sword Control Technique
In his Introspection, the originally obscure and blocked "Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming" was being forcibly blasted open by a violent yet pure energy.
That was the Top Grade Vein Tempering Pill, worth eight thousand Contribution Points, taking effect.
If opening a meridian was like carving a plank road into a cliffside, then previously, Han Feng could only rely on his Sword Essence to grind it away bit by bit.
But now, this pill was like a high-powered tunnel boring machine.
It rampaged through his body, forcibly stretching open and reinforcing the meridian walls wherever it passed.
Immediately after, a bottle of Spirit Liquid Jade Dew, worth five thousand, transformed into a gentle stream that followed close behind, soothing the cracks and damage caused by the opening process.
It was painful, yet blissful.
This feeling of growing stronger every second was addictive.
After an unknown amount of time, a soft sound that only Han Feng could hear echoed within his body, as if some kind of bottleneck had been pierced with a soft POP.
BOOM!
The circulation of Sword Essence within his body instantly became twice as smooth.
A brand-new silver channel shimmered brightly within him, resonating with the previous Lung Meridian of Hand Taiyin to form a small, perfect cycle.
"Huuu..."
Han Feng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a turbid breath.
The second Dao Vein was complete.
He lifted his hand, and with a slight movement of his fingertip, a wisp of Sword Essence danced on its tip. It was more agile and sharper than before.
’This is the power of Krypton Gold.’
Han Feng looked at the empty bottles scattered on the floor, completely satisfied.
In just two days, he had completed the task of opening a meridian—something that would take an ordinary Martial Artist in the Meridian Passage Realm at least half a year.
But this was only the first step.
Han Feng tried to mobilize his Sword Essence, attempting to circulate it through the newly constructed cycle at full speed.
HISS—
The moment his Sword Essence accelerated, a sharp, tearing pain shot through the newly opened Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming.
’It’s still too fragile.’
Han Feng helplessly dispersed the Sword Essence at his fingertip.
A newly opened meridian was like a freshly made dirt road.
Although it was open, the foundation was unstable; it couldn’t handle heavy trucks at all.
It had to undergo a long period of "Nurturing," flushed day and night with gentle Sword Essence.
This would allow the meridian walls to slowly crystallize and become as tough as iron, enabling them to withstand full-power bursts during combat.
This process could not be rushed.
It was a well-known "slow grind" in all Martial Arts Techniques.
Han Feng silently calculated in his head.
’With my current Middle Level Innate Sword Body, plus the Spirit Gathering Array at full power, I can Nurture it for six hours a day.’
’To reach the point where I can release Sword Qi, it will take at least a month.’
’To operate it at full power without any strain, it’ll take at least three months.’
But Han Feng’s brow furrowed deeply.
Too slow.
Three months to stabilize a single meridian.
To stabilize all nineteen meridians would take at least fifty-seven months—nearly five years.
Reaching the Peak of the Meridian Passage Realm in five years would be considered breakneck speed for other Martial Artists in the realm.
But for Han Feng, it was too slow.
Besides, after what happened in the Secret Realm...
He had now become a thorn in the side of several powerful factions.
If he couldn’t grow stronger quickly, he wouldn’t be safe, even with Grandmaster Chen Beixuan looking out for him.
Factions like the Sun Family, Star Sea Technology, and the Blood Bishop wouldn’t just sit back and quietly wait for him to grow up.
East Sea City seemed calm on the surface, but a turbulent undercurrent was surging beneath.
A genius like him, who had risen so suddenly, was most likely to be killed in the shadows before his foundation was stable.
’Is there any way to speed this up?’
Han Feng stood up and paced back and forth in the spacious Cultivation Chamber.
Simply taking more pills was useless. The meridians had a limit to what they could handle; overdoing it would just cause them to rupture.
It was like raising a child—you had to feed them slowly. You couldn’t expect them to get fat from a single bite.
Unless... he could change the "feeding" method.
Han Feng’s gaze inadvertently swept over to a corner of the room.
A few miscellaneous items were piled there, including the "Ghost Bat·Modified" Wingsuit he had worn in the Secret Realm.
Although the thing was a bit damaged, its core power unit was still intact.
In a flash, an idea suddenly exploded in his mind.
Back when he was in the Body Tempering Realm, his Qi Blood would boil and his Cultivation speed would skyrocket whenever he started to fly.
So what about now?
The vibration of a Flying Sword and the rhythm of Sword Essence were, in themselves, the highest form of tempering.
’If the meridians are the body of a sword, then my usual meditation is like sanding it down bit by bit with sandpaper.’
Han Feng’s eyes grew brighter and brighter as he muttered to himself:
"But what if I use ’Sword Control’?"
"Letting the Flying Sword’s vibrations resonate through my meridians... wouldn’t that be like putting them on a forge and hammering them directly?"
It was a logical trap.
Everyone believed that Nurturing the meridians required "stillness" and extreme caution.
But the Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique was a Sword Cultivation Technique. Sword Cultivators walked the path of slaughter—where was there room for such lukewarm methods?
’I have to try. The worst that can happen is I shatter this meridian and have to repair it.’
Han Feng was a man of action. Once he had an idea, he acted on it.
He immediately walked to the corner and, with a single thought, the heavily modified Wingsuit covered his entire body.
This was a basement. The space was limited, only a little over four meters high, not nearly enough to fly properly.
But as long as he was off the ground, it counted as flying.
Han Feng took a deep breath. Sword Essence surged, and a silver-white light glowed from his back.
WHOOSH!
His entire body slowly levitated about a meter off the ground.
Han Feng carefully maintained his balance while simultaneously activating the Technique of Sword Control·Mastery within his body.
The originally calm and flowing Sword Essence changed its nature the moment the Sword Control Technique was activated.
It became more active, sharper.
’Careful... more careful...’
Han Feng controlled this transformed Sword Essence, slowly guiding it into the newly opened and still fragile Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming.
TZZZZ.
A strange, tingling numbness instantly spread throughout his entire arm.
Han Feng was surprised to discover that as this Sword Essence flowed through, the meridian walls began to experience a high-frequency micro-vibration.
The fragile meridian walls didn’t crack under the Vibration. Instead, they were like a piece of hot iron being forged.
Each Vibration drove the Energy from the Sword Essence deeper into the cells of the meridian walls.
The absorption efficiency skyrocketed!
’Is this... the rudimentary form of Man and Sword Unity?’
The glint in Han Feng’s eyes grew increasingly intense.
The meridian nodes, which would have normally required a long time to strengthen through permeation, were now rapidly hardening and restructuring amidst the "Vibration."
After just ten minutes.
Han Feng could clearly feel that the tenacity of this meridian had increased by at least 1%.
’Twice... no, at least 2.5 times more efficient than cultivating while sitting still!’
He abruptly stopped, dispelled the Spiritual Energy Light Wings on his back, and landed on the alloy floor.
Even though the efficiency had more than doubled, he still wasn’t satisfied.
Han Feng quickly calculated in his mind.
If he cultivated in this state, even just hovering in the Wingsuit, the three-month Nurturing period could be shortened to less than a month!
And this was with a worn-out Wingsuit, operating at low power in a confined space.
What if...
What if it was a real fighter jet?
For instance... the Heavy Falcon Fighter parked in the hangar?
The System’s logic had always been simple and crude: the stronger the vehicle, the faster the speed, and the more extreme the maneuvers, the greater the returned benefits.
’A fighter jet is a Flying Sword. The higher the quality of the Flying Sword, the stronger the effect of Man and Sword Unity.’
Han Feng felt he had discovered a loophole.
Even the most ordinary fighter jet’s Spiritual Energy Engine was several times more powerful than a Wingsuit’s, not to mention the resonant amplification from its complex Rune Arrays and High Tier Materials.
’If I could pilot a real fighter jet the same way an Ancient Sword Cultivator performs ’Sacrificial Refining’ on their Lifebound Flying Sword...’
Han Feng’s heart began to pound violently.
The speed of Nurturing his meridians would definitely be more than just doubled.
Five times? Ten times?
If that was the case, forget three months—as long as he had enough fuel, he dared to cultivate this meridian to the state of Great Perfection within a week!
’I can’t waste any more time at home.’
Cultivation Immortality was a race against time.
Now that he’d found a shortcut, it was time to put the pedal to the metal.
"Old Liu!"
Han Feng ripped the Wingsuit off, casually tossed it into his System Space, and strode out of the Cultivation Chamber, shouting up the stairs.
"Mr. Han, I’m here."
The butler, Old Liu, appeared at the top of the stairs like a Ghost, holding a freshly brewed cup of hot tea.
"Have you finished your Cultivation? Shall I prepare a late-night snack?"
"No need."
Han Feng moved like the wind, rushing past Old Liu and heading for the main door. "Get the car ready. I’m going to the Sharp Sword Club’s hangar."
"Now?"
Old Liu paused for a moment, glancing at the wall clock. "Mr. Han, it’s eight o’clock at night."
"Right now."
Han Feng didn’t even turn his head. "Also, contact air traffic control for me. Tell them I’m requesting airspace for nighttime flight training. The reason is... to test new tactical maneuvers."
It was a privilege of an A Level Student, and it would be a waste not to use it.
"Very well. The car is already waiting at the entrance." Old Liu’s professionalism kept him from asking a single unnecessary question.
「Five minutes later.」
A black Hovercar shot out of Lakefront No. 9 Villa like a bolt of black lightning, speeding down the empty main road of East Sea Martial Arts University.
Han Feng sat in the back seat, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee, his heart filled with anticipation.
...
Meanwhile, outside in East Sea City, things were far from peaceful.
Night had fallen over the Fortress City. The neon lights were a bizarre, dazzling spectacle, but beneath the prosperous facade, a grim, murderous aura was spreading.
The Sun Family’s grand residence, located in a prime district of the Inner City, was now completely surrounded by the fully-armed Garrison Army.
"All personnel, get on the ground with your hands on your head, now!"
"Anyone who resists will be killed without question!"
The searchlights of the armored vehicles illuminated the courtyard as if it were day.
The usually arrogant members of the Sun Family’s branch families were now like stray dogs, roughly forced to the ground by soldiers in Exoskeleton Armor.
Cries and pleas for mercy filled the air.
On the screen of a distant skyscraper, a special news report was being broadcast.
The anchor had a solemn expression and spoke rapidly:
"...According to a bulletin from the Council’s highest special investigation team, former councilman Sun Changhe is suspected of multiple serious crimes, including colluding with illegal foreign organizations, conducting anti-humanitarian experiments, and endangering the city’s public safety."
"Following an emergency vote by the Council, the Sun Family has been stripped of all privileges in East Sea City, all their assets have been frozen, and all individuals involved will face the highest level of military tribunal..."
"Furthermore, the East Sea branch of Star Sea Technology has been fully taken over by the military and is currently undergoing an internal investigation..."
It was a massive purge.
The Sun Family, a great tree that had been entrenched in East Sea City for decades, came crashing down in a single night.
「At this very moment.」
In every corner of East Sea City, countless pairs of eyes were fixed on screens displaying the same broadcast.
...
「In a cheap tavern in the Outer City.」
Grease-stained workers raised their cheap beers, erupting in earth-shattering cheers as they watched the Sun Family’s young master being shoved into a prison transport on the screen.
"Yeah! Serves ’em right!"
"Those bloodsuckers finally got what was coming to them!"
"Damn parasites! Every last fucking one of them should be dragged out and shot!"
...
「And deep within the Inner City.」
「Inside a luxurious, unlit apartment.」
A man in a silk robe stood before a floor-to-ceiling window.
He swirled a glass of red wine, his gaze fixed on the searchlight beams rising from the distant Sun Family estate. The corner of his mouth curled into a mocking smile.
But his eyes were as cold as ice.
BEEP.
The communicator on his wrist vibrated.
An encrypted message popped up.
[Codename: Observer]
[Sun Family is finished. G-01 experiment data likely compromised. The student, Han Feng, took the key sample.]
The man took a sip of his red wine, his fingers tapping lightly on the windowsill.
"Han Feng..."
"He could kill a High-dimensional Projection and resist the contamination with his physical body."
"Is it really because of that so-called Ancient Cultivation Inheritance?"
The man muttered to himself in a low voice.
Then, he replied with a message:
[Initiate ’Cleaner’ protocol. Investigate his background thoroughly. If he cannot be of use to us, then before he fully develops...]
[Destroy him.]
