High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 258: Chapter 217: Terrifying Efficiency and the Human Body Flying Sword

The exclusive hangar of the Sharp Sword Club was brightly lit.

Although it was eight o’clock at night, for this group of overly energetic Martial Artists, the nightlife was just beginning.

A black hovercar screeched to a halt at the entrance of Hangar Seven.

Han Feng pushed the door open, got out, and walked straight to the duty office.

The man on duty was a familiar face—Old Zhang, the ground crew member who had handed him a wrench back when Han Feng was repairing the "Gray Donkey."

Upon seeing Han Feng, Old Zhang quickly put down his e-cigarette and stood up.

"Han Feng? Flying this late?"

Old Zhang’s tone was warm, even a bit fawning.

Everyone in the club knew by now that this guy was the real deal.

Not only was he skilled, but his methods were ruthless. He had even brought down a behemoth like the Sun Family.

"Get me a ’Hunting Falcon,’ the one in the best condition."

Han Feng didn’t waste any words, directly displaying the A Level authorization on his personal terminal.

"Not the Gray Donkey?"

Old Zhang paused for a moment. "That plane may be ugly, but we just finished a deep maintenance check on it these past few days."

"Not on a job today. Just practicing. The Gray Donkey is too clumsy."

Han Feng waved his hand. "Hurry up, I’m in a rush."

"You got it! The one in Bay Three just had its dynamic balancing done, and it’s fully fueled. She’s all yours."

Old Zhang deftly tapped the control console a few times, disengaging the electronic lock on the jet in Bay Three.

Han Feng strode into the hangar.

Beneath the massive domed ceiling, a dozen or so fighter jets rested silently.

He walked straight to the red-and-white "Hunting Falcon" trainer jet, placed one hand on the wing, and vaulted into the cockpit.

The series of movements was as smooth as flowing water, without a single wasted motion.

Power on. Self-check. Ignition.

As the turbofan engines began to spin, their low whine steadily grew into a piercing scream.

[Unidentified "Flying Sword" detected. Model: Hunting Falcon Type III Trainer Jet]

[Grade assessment: Lower Grade Magical Artifact]

[Establishing Spiritual Link with host... Link successful.]

[Piloting a Lower Grade Magical Flying Sword. Sword Control Technique cultivation efficiency increased by 100%. Quenching Body efficiency increased by 100%.]

Han Feng’s lips curled into a slight smile as he watched the data flash across his retina.

The better the vehicle’s performance, the higher the system’s rating, and the more terrifying the resulting cultivation bonuses.

"Tower, this is Sharp Sword 09, requesting takeoff. Airspace has been filed."

"Sharp Sword 09, you are cleared for takeoff. Wind southeast, speed Third Level. Have a pleasant training flight."

Han Feng pushed the throttle forward.

A ghostly blue Mach ring erupted from the tail nozzle.

BOOM!

A powerful G-force pressed him back into his seat.

The jet roared down the runway for less than three hundred meters before tilting its nose up and soaring into the pitch-black night sky.

As his altitude increased and the air pressure changed, the Sword Essence within his body began to surge joyfully.

This was especially true for the "Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming," which he had just forcibly opened with Elixir Pills and still felt new and fragile.

Aided by the high-frequency vibrations of the jet’s engines, the Sword Essence flowing through this meridian seemed to take on a special frequency.

HUMMM...

The walls of the Dao Vein thrummed gently in time with this frequency. With each pulsation, a sliver of Sword Essence was pressed deep into the Dao Vein’s core.

The sensation was marvelous.

It was as if countless invisible hands were giving the fragile Dao Vein a deep tissue massage.

The original tearing, throbbing pain quickly faded, replaced by a tingling warmth.

[Dao Vein Solidification progress: 0.5%... 0.6%...]

The progress bar jumped visibly almost every few minutes.

Han Feng quickly calculated in his head.

’At this rate, as long as I fly a full six hours every day, I can completely solidify this Dao Vein in twelve days.’

’Twelve days!’

’Is this the joy of having a cheat?’

Han Feng gripped the control stick, his heart burning with excitement as he watched the clouds race past his window.

’Counting the three days it took to establish the Dao Vein, I can build and solidify one in fifteen days, tops.’

’The Meridian Passage Realm requires a total of twenty Dao Veins to be established and opened. Even with some buffer time, it would only take a year.’

’I’ll be able to finish cultivating all twenty Dao Veins in my body and reach the Great Perfection stage of the Meridian Passage Realm.’

If word of this speed got out, those self-proclaimed geniuses at East Sea Martial Arts University would probably want to go smash their heads into a block of tofu.

After all, an ordinary Martial Artist in the Meridian Passage Realm would need at least half a year just to open and nurture a single Dao Vein.

And that was assuming they had sufficient resources.

But this wasn’t even his limit.

Han Feng kept the jet in a steady cruise above the clouds, mulling things over.

’The "Hunting Falcon" is just a trainer jet, after all—a nerfed civilian version. The system only rated it as a Lower Grade Magical Artifact.’

’If I could get my hands on a "Xiaolong," the military’s current main fighter jet, that’s a genuine Middle Grade Magical Artifact.’

’The efficiency would at least double again.’

’And if I could get ahold of that custom "Night Falcon" Su Muxue had, that’s an Upper Grade Magical Artifact.’

’Three months.’

’In just three months, I could complete a journey that takes others five to ten years.’

At this thought, Han Feng’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

He subconsciously jerked the control stick back a little too hard.

The jet suddenly banked hard, and the G-force instantly spiked to 6 Gs.

TZZZT—

A sharp, needle-like pain suddenly shot through the Dao Vein in his arm, which had just been feeling pleasantly warm.

Han Feng’s hand trembled, and he immediately leveled the plane out.

"No good."

He glanced at the slightly reddened skin on his arm.

A newly opened Dao Vein was like a freshly set concrete road. A small child could walk on it, but it couldn’t yet withstand the weight of a vehicle.

High-G maneuvers required mobilizing a large amount of Sword Essence to counteract the force, an impact of an intensity that his current Dao Vein couldn’t yet bear.

’Looks like I’ll have to stick to steady, level cruising for now.’

Han Feng set the jet to autopilot, maintaining a relatively stable speed and altitude.