High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 268: Chapter 222: Unlocking the Artifact Refining Skill

Han Feng returned to Lake View Nine.

He had just changed out of his shoes in the Entryway when his butler, Old Liu, appeared silently in the living room. Behind him was a vigorous, elderly man dressed in a vintage Tang suit.

"Mr. Han, you’re back."

Old Liu bowed. "This is the academy’s chief Clothes Maker, Master Yun.

As is customary for A Level Students, he is here to tailor-make your exclusive combat uniform and Flight Suit."

Han Feng sized up Master Yun.

’Meridian Passage Realm Seventh Layer.’

’A Martial Artist in the late stage of the Meridian Passage Realm is just the academy’s chief Clothes Maker, serving only A Level Students and above.’

’This privilege spoke volumes in its subtlety.’

"I appreciate it," Han Feng said with a nod.

Master Yun’s movements were swift and precise. An Energy Soft Ruler, shimmering with a faint glow, materialized in his hand, and he began to take Han Feng’s measurements.

He explained as he measured.

"According to regulations, your combat uniform will be made from the latest ’Soft Silver-III’ Memory Fiber, with a Micro Temperature Control Array embedded in the lining.

Not only is it highly breathable, but it can also harden at critical moments to withstand direct hits from small-caliber kinetic weapons below Tier Two."

Han Feng stood before the full-length mirror, letting the man work.

’This was privilege.’

’Back in the D Level dorms, he wore faded, second-hand canvas work clothes. Now, there was a specialist in charge of even a single loose thread on his garments.’

"Additionally, considering you are a Pilot..."

Master Yun took out a silvery-white wrist guard and held it up against Han Feng’s wrist.

"I’ve added high-strength magnetic clasps and a hidden pocket to the cuffs, making it convenient for you to hide some... hm, little surprises."

Han Feng’s eyes lit up.

’This old man gets it.’

After seeing Master Yun out, Han Feng closed his door and went to the Underground Cultivation Chamber.

He took the Broken Star, a Broken Sword he had just acquired from the armory, out of his System Space.

The jet-black blade was covered in cracks, and the notch eaten out by corrosion looked particularly menacing.

Han Feng sat down cross-legged. Circulating his Sword Essence, he manifested a soft white light at his fingertip and gently touched it to the spine of the sword.

’Sword Storage Technique.’

The point of white light slowly seeped into the sword along the cracks.

VMM!

The sword suddenly trembled violently.

A wave of tyrannical, chaotic emotion instantly surged back through his Sword Essence.

It was the Will of a Demon Beast, lingering deep within the blade.

The sword was forged from the spine of a Tier Four Wind Attribute Demon Emperor, the Sky-Split Beast. Even after so many years, its ferocious aura had not dissipated.

Furthermore, it had later been corroded by the acid of an Abyssal Insect Mother. Two completely different energies were now tangled together, warring within the sword and leaving its internal Spiritual Energy Circuits in a total mess.

Han Feng let out a muffled grunt, his finger instantly recoiling.

"This is a bit troublesome."

He looked at the wisp of Sword Essence on his fingertip that had been blasted apart.

According to the system’s description, the Sword Storage Technique could indeed repair it, but that would be like trying to polish a mountain of rust with a small piece of fine-grit sandpaper.

’The efficiency is just too low.’

If he didn’t first cleanse this chaotic Will and corrosive Energy, any subsequent repairs would be out of the question.

"I have to find a way to give it a ’bath.’"

Han Feng stroked his chin, lost in thought.

In Cultivation Immortality novels, this was the moment to bring out the Samadhi True Fire or Nascent Flame to directly burn away the impurities, leaving only the pure essence behind.

The problem was, he was only in the Meridian Passage Realm.

He had only Sword Essence in his body, not Pill Fire.

If he forced himself to grind it down bit by bit with his Sword Essence, it would take at least three to five years.

By then, the opportunity would be long gone. What use would the sword be?

"Fire..."

Han Feng’s gaze swept across the Cultivation Chamber, finally landing on the high-tech shadowless lamp on the wall.

’Wait a minute.’

’Who says Artifact Refining has to use fire from one’s own body?’

’What is the essence of fire?’

’It’s high temperature. It’s the release of energy.’

’If I don’t have the fire of Cultivation Immortality right now, what about the fire of technology?’

The image of that behemoth in Zhao Yu’s lab instantly popped into Han Feng’s mind.

’The Superconducting Arc Furnace.’

It could reach a peak instantaneous temperature of five thousand degrees Celsius, enough to melt most known special alloys.

At that temperature, forget some residual Demon Beast Will—even the Demon Beast’s mother would be turned to ash.

"It doesn’t matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice."

"It doesn’t matter if it’s Pill Fire or an electric furnace; if it can refine away impurities, it’s a good fire."

Han Feng’s eyes grew brighter and brighter.

’This just might work.’

...

「Half an hour later.」

A black internal shuttle stopped at the entrance of the Celestial Craft Maintenance Department.

The door slid open.

A foot in a black tactical boot stepped onto the ground.

Han Feng then stepped out.

He was wearing the silver-white combat uniform exclusive to A Level Students, freshly delivered by Master Yun.

The fabric refracted the sunlight with a cold, metallic sheen. On the left side of his chest, a golden "A" insignia gleamed brightly.

Two security guards at the maintenance department’s entrance were leaning against a booth, smoking and chatting.

At the sight of that silver gleam, both of them froze instantly.

The tips of their cigarettes burned their fingers, but they didn’t even notice.

"A... A Level?!"

one of the guards stammered.

In the strict hierarchy of the Martial Arts University, the silver-white uniform represented absolute privilege and power.

It was worn by those who stood at the top of the pyramid.

Normally, such important figures were either in seclusion in the core district or fighting on the front lines; they rarely appeared in a maintenance department that reeked of engine oil.

The two of them hastily straightened their hats, stood ramrod straight, and snapped a salute.

"Sir!"

Han Feng returned the salute casually and walked straight inside without breaking his stride.

The main hall was bustling with activity.

Dozens of C Level and D Level Students were busy at their respective workstations, the hall filled with the clatter of disassembled parts and the whirring of pneumatic wrenches.

The moment Han Feng walked into the hall...