High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 263: Chapter 220: Generous Rewards and the Ghost Fighter Project

Early the next morning.

High above East Sea City, a black and gray trajectory violently tore through the clouds.

A "Hunting Falcon" advanced trainer jet was performing insane, high-G maneuvers at an altitude of two thousand meters.

Inside Han Feng’s body, his Sword Essence vibrated intensely with every roll and dive of the fighter jet.

The medicinal power from the pill he had just taken was brutally squeezed out by the extreme centrifugal force, seeping bit by bit into his blood vessels and bones.

[Ding! Host is detected performing Sword Flight. Sword Control Technique Skill Proficiency +2]

[Current Dao Vein Solidification progress: 35%]

Han Feng glanced at the panel’s data, then yanked hard on the control stick.

The jet executed a perfect vertical climb, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the sky.

Using a fighter jet to practice the Sword Control Technique made his cultivation progress outrageously fast.

But deep inside, a voice roared—’It’s not fast enough!’

That’s just how people are. Never satisfied, always wanting more.

It was a desire rooted deep in his genes, one he couldn’t overcome, nor did he want to.

BEEP—

Just as Han Feng was wondering how to get his hands on a more advanced "Flying Sword," his personal terminal suddenly lit up.

A short line of text appeared.

"Come to Dubhe Garden at once. See me. —Chen Beixuan"

Dubhe Garden!

The true core restricted area of East Sea Martial Arts University, a residence that only S Level students and influential instructors were qualified to enter.

And as the Vice Dean, Chen Beixuan naturally lived in the most exclusive part of Dubhe Garden.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Han Feng turned the jet’s nose and dove toward the ground like a bolt of black lightning.

Chen Beixuan was summoning him now, which had to be about the aftermath of the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm.

The cultivation resources and the Spiritual Energy Fighter he had dreamed of might finally be decided at this meeting.

...

Half an hour later, Han Feng stood at the foot of an isolated mountain peak.

This area was no longer within the regular campus grounds. It felt more like a secluded paradise, carved out from the real world.

He didn’t even need to activate his Spiritual Vision to clearly feel the Spiritual Qi in the air, which was so dense it was almost tangible.

Its concentration was more than ten times richer than that of his Lake View Nine villa.

At the foot of the mountain, two guards in black combat attire stood as still as pine trees, their auras as deep as an abyss.

They were, shockingly, two Martial Artists at the Meridian Passage Realm Peak.

"Student Han Feng, here to see Vice Dean Chen on his orders."

Han Feng presented his student ID card.

After scanning it with a special device, the guard’s expression instantly became respectful. He stepped aside to clear a path.

"Student Han Feng, please proceed. The Vice Dean is waiting for you in Tingzhu Garden at the summit."

A road paved with bluestone wound its way up the mountain.

None of the plants lining the path were of Mortal Grade.

The decorative trees were not ordinary plane trees, but Spirit Gathering Pines that emitted a faint fluorescent glow and could gather Spiritual Qi on their own.

These rare Spirit Plants, which could fetch a price of one hundred thousand Contribution Points each on the Black Market, were used here as simple landscaping, planted densely all over the mountainside.

The air grew thick.

This wasn’t due to humidity, but a physical phenomenon caused by the overly high concentration of Spiritual Qi.

Han Feng took a breath, and a refreshing coolness instantly surged through his lungs.

If cultivating in the B Level dormitory area was like drinking water through a straw, then being here was like submerging his entire body in an ocean of Spiritual Qi.

’If only I could live here...’

Han Feng shook his head, suppressing the unrealistic thought.

A place like this was far beyond the realm of money.

It was a symbol of status.

A hovercar stopped in front of a quaint, traditional-style courtyard at the mountain’s summit.

There were no high-tech security systems bristling with killing intent, nor were there heavily armed, stern-faced guards like he had imagined.

There was only a half-open wooden gate and a courtyard full of seemingly disorganized flowers and plants.

Han Feng stepped out of the vehicle, straightened his slightly wrinkled training uniform, and pushed the gate open to enter.

The moment his foot crossed into the courtyard, an invisible pressure washed over him.

It wasn’t a spiritual pressure aimed at him, but a natural field originating from a higher level of existence, like a nearby star warping space and time.

In the center of the courtyard, Chen Beixuan was dressed in a loose-fitting training uniform, holding a pair of shears and trimming an unremarkable potted plant.

"You’re here?"

Chen Beixuan didn’t turn his head. With a SNIP of his shears, he precisely cut off a dead branch.

"Sit."

Han Feng’s gaze swept over the stone stool nearby. He didn’t stand on ceremony and sat right down.

"Vice Dean Chen, you were looking for me."

Chen Beixuan set down the shears and turned around.

His eyes were sharp.

"Your injuries have healed?"

"Thanks to you, it’s nothing serious."

Han Feng’s attitude was deferential.

Chen Beixuan smiled faintly, walked over to the stone table, and personally poured him a cup of tea.

The tea was a vibrant green. Steam rose from it, yet miraculously, it condensed without dispersing, forming a small, lifelike cloud at the rim of the cup.

"A Tier Four Spirit Tea, Cloud Mist Peak. It’s good for your Spiritual Power."

Han Feng picked up the teacup, and without savoring it, downed it in one gulp.

A searing warm current exploded down his throat and rushed straight into his Sea of Consciousness!

His mind, slightly weary from the high-intensity flight, was completely cleansed in that instant, becoming clearer and more lucid than ever before.

’Good stuff.’

"The council’s decision is out."

Chen Beixuan also took a sip of tea, his tone nonchalant.

"The key personnel from the Sun Family and Star Sea Technology who were involved have been spared the death penalty."

Han Feng’s fingers, holding the teacup, paused for a moment before he gently set it down.

"As expected."

"Oh? You’re not angry?"

A deep interest flickered in Chen Beixuan’s eyes. "They were trying to kill you, after all."

"Getting angry won’t solve anything."