High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 274: Chapter 224: Pointers for Old Friends, Meridian Passage First Layer Perfection

Leaving the engine lab, Han Feng didn’t head straight back to Lake View Nine.

Instead, he turned and walked toward the D Level student dormitories, an area that now felt somewhat unfamiliar.

Even though he was now an A Level Student, living in a private villa that symbolized the privileged class and breathing Spiritual Qi at triple the normal concentration.

Han Feng had never forgotten the brothers who had struggled and clawed their way up from the bottom alongside him.

Now that he had found some success, even his casually crafted "failures" might be priceless, life-changing treasures for them.

...

In the D Level student dorms, inside a cramped tutoring room.

Liao Ming, a former C Level instructor, was lecturing Pang Hu, Xiaoli, and Zhou Wen, giving them some extra tutoring with spittle flying from his mouth.

"All of you, shape up!"

"Look at Han Feng! He started at the same place as you, and what’s his status now?

An A Level Student! He lives in a Lakefront Villa!"

Frustrated that they weren’t living up to their potential, Liao Ming slammed a wrench on the table, making a loud BANG! BANG!

"Don’t tell me he’s a genius! Opportunity only favors the prepared!"

"If you don’t seize this chance to get promoted to C Level, after graduation you’ll be forcibly assigned to the front lines with the highest death rate. You’ll be nothing but Demon Beast fodder!"

Pang Hu scratched his greasy hair and mumbled,

"Brother Liao, you’ve said that a thousand times.

Han Feng is like an Immortal come down to the mortal realm. We’re just mudskippers in the muck. How can we possibly compare..."

"Yeah,"

Xiaoli added, his head hanging low and his voice dejected.

"I heard he got promoted right after he came back from the Secret Realm. The villa he lives in now is bigger than our entire dorm building. He’s probably forgotten all about us by now."

Zhou Wen didn’t say a word, merely pushing up his glasses in silence, his eyes dull.

They all knew that once a class divide formed, it was like an impassable chasm.

Meeting again would be next to impossible.

Seeing their deflated expressions, Liao Ming opened his mouth to speak, but a wave of powerlessness washed over him as well.

’It’s true, the gap is just too wide,’ he thought. ’So wide it’s despairing.’

Just then,

the door to the room was pushed open.

A tall, upright figure stepped inside, silhouetted against the light.

He wore the silver-white Flight Suit of an A Level Student, its epaulets glinting with a cold, metallic sheen under the lights.

His expression was calm as his gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the four who were frozen in place as if turned to stone.

Then, he broke into a grin, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

"Talking about people behind their backs isn’t a very good habit, you know."

"Feng... Brother Feng?!"

The wrench in Pang Hu’s hand fell to the floor with a CLANG. He was completely dumbfounded.

Xiaoli and Zhou Wen shot up from their chairs, so flustered they didn’t know what to do with their hands and feet. Disbelief and awkwardness were written all over their faces.

Even Liao Ming’s breath caught for a second when he saw the silver-white uniform on Han Feng, the symbol of the highest student rank at East Sea Martial Arts University.

He instinctively straightened his posture, like a soldier awaiting inspection.

"I was just passing by and thought I’d come see you guys."

Han Feng’s tone was as familiar as ever. "What’s wrong?" he teased. "Has it been so long you don’t even recognize me?"

His joke instantly shattered the silence.

"Of course not!"

Pang Hu darted forward, his face flushing with excitement. "We just... we just didn’t think you’d come back!"

"Stop with the formal ’you.’ That’s too distant, isn’t it?"

Han Feng chuckled and casually tossed a bag of miscellaneous items he was carrying onto the table.

It landed with a few muffled CLANGS.

Several daggers of a simple, classic design tumbled out.

"Something for you guys to defend yourselves with."

"I made them for practice. The materials are so-so and the quality’s a bit lacking, so don’t mind them."

Han Feng said nonchalantly.

"Brother Feng, you know how to forge stuff?"

Pang Hu chuckled and picked one up. It felt heavy in his hand, its edge glinting coldly under the light.

"The craftsmanship is pretty good! This looks way better than our standard-issue gear!"

"Let me see!" Liao Ming rubbed his hands together, his eyes burning with curiosity.

He took the dagger and drew a deep breath.

He fiercely channeled a stream of pure Inner Qi into it!

VMMMMM—!

A clear, resonant hum suddenly erupted!

The seemingly ordinary dagger instantly erupted in a brilliant cyan light! A half-foot-long, pale cyan blade of energy flickered from its tip, cutting subtle ripples into the very air!

"H... Holy shit!"

Liao Ming’s hand trembled in shock, and he almost dropped the dagger. His face was a mask of horror.

"A Spir... Spiritual Energy Weapon?!"

Xiaoli and Zhou Wen were so stunned their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets!

"This Energy Guidance efficiency... it’s at least twenty percent higher than the standard military issue!"

Xiaoli, who knew the most about Spiritual Energy Equipment, cried out, "And this Sharpness... my god!

If you took this to the Black Market, a single one would sell for at least thirty thousand Contribution Points!"

"Thir... thirty thousand?!"

Pang Hu’s eyes instantly went bloodshot, and he stopped breathing.

Thirty thousand Contribution Points!

That was enough to buy a full year of high-level nutritional meals! Enough to buy the Body Tempering Elixir he had been dreaming of!

’And Han Feng had called this stuff "practice work" with "lacking quality"?’

The way the three of them looked at Han Feng changed completely.

They weren’t looking at a senior student, or even a brother.

They were looking at a Deity walking the mortal world!

"Han Feng, this... this is far too valuable!"

Liao Ming stammered, trying to return the dagger to Han Feng with trembling hands.

"Keep them."

Han Feng waved his hand dismissively, his gaze calm. "They’re useless to me."

"The real question is for you all. Are you going to stay D Level forever, waiting for a forced assignment after graduation, or do you want to change how you live?"

The group was taken aback.

Han Feng continued, "East Sea City is about to undergo a massive change. Support for commoners and people with Talent will increase to an unprecedented degree.

This is your chance to rise with the tide. If you don’t seize it, you might regret it for the rest of your lives."

"Brother Feng, what kind of change?" Xiaoli asked eagerly.

"I can’t say too much right now."