Free Web NovelChapter 275: Chapter 224: Guiding Old Friends, Meridian Passage First Layer Perfection
Han Feng shook his head and made a promise.
"Any of you who can get promoted to a C Level Mechanic within six months, come find me."
"I’ll give you a better opportunity."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally landing on Liao Ming.
"Brother Liao, that goes for you too. If you can get promoted to B Level within six months, I’ll have a spot for you as well."
This was the path he was paving for his brothers.
The "Ghost" fighter jet project team needed people. Rather than hiring unfamiliar outsiders, he preferred to give his own brothers a helping hand.
Of course, the prerequisite was that they had to be ambitious and capable enough to seize this chance.
Liao Ming trembled with excitement. He felt as if the gates to a higher echelon were slowly creaking open for him!
"Han Feng, don’t you worry! Six months! No, three months! I’ll definitely rush my way to B Level!" he declared, patting his chest in assurance.
Pang Hu and the other two also clutched the daggers in their hands, the flames of "hope" reigniting in their eyes.
Han Feng looked at them and nodded in satisfaction.
He didn’t stay long. After chatting for a few more moments, he turned and left.
Only when Han Feng’s back disappeared down the corridor did the four of them snap out of their daze, as if waking from a dream.
"Pang Hu, pinch me. Am I dreaming?" Xiaoli murmured.
Pang Hu didn’t pinch him. Instead, he looked down at the Spiritual Soldier in his hand, his expression incredibly complex.
"It’s real. Brother Feng hasn’t forgotten about us."
"He’s so loyal!"
Liao Ming clenched his fists, his eyes filled with determination.
"We have to work hard! Listening to what Fengzi said, and thinking about the rumors in the city these past two days, I’m afraid East Sea City is about to undergo a major change!"
"This time, we have to give it our all and seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"With Han Feng looking out for us, if we still don’t work hard, we might as well go home and be trash collectors!"
"Right, we have to work hard!"
Pang Hu and the other two also clenched their fists in unison, their expressions ecstatic, as if they could see a beautiful future beckoning to them.
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「Meanwhile」
Han Feng was in a good mood as he walked back to the villa district.
Seeing the shocked and ecstatic expressions on his brothers’ faces gave him a greater sense of accomplishment than earning hundreds of thousands of Contribution Points himself.
By the time he returned to Lakefront No. 9 Villa, night had already fallen.
Han Feng took a shower.
The hot water washed over his body, trying to rinse away the laboratory smell—a mixture of metal dust and hot oil fumes.
However, the deep exhaustion originating from his Divine Sense was something no hot shower could wash away.
The high-intensity manipulation of his Divine Sense, especially performing atomic-level Rune Engraving inside molten metal, was far more mentally taxing than any physical brawl.
Right now, he didn’t even have the strength to muster the thought to activate the Void Stone.
He just wanted to throw himself onto the soft, large bed like a pile of mud.
This feeling of extreme overexertion reaffirmed his belief: there were never any shortcuts on the path of cultivation.
Even with his system and his heaven-defying Innate Sword Body, every step forward still had to be exchanged for a price unimaginable to ordinary people.
"Old Liu, no need to prepare a late-night snack tonight."
Han Feng said, rubbing his throbbing temples, his voice a bit hoarse.
The butler, Old Liu’s, voice immediately sounded through the villa’s smart system:
"Very well, Mr. Han. Shall I prepare some Calming Incense and a Spiritual Relaxation Potion for you?"
"No need."
Han Feng refused.
’Calming Incense only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. The best method for recovery will always be pure, unadulterated sleep.’
He walked into the bedroom and fell straight asleep.
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, Han Feng woke up right on schedule, thanks to his internal body clock.
The sunlight pouring in through the window carried a rare warmth.
He opened his eyes and performed Introspection.
After a night of deep sleep, the Spiritual Qi concentration in the villa—three times that of the outside world—combined with the terrifying passive absorption efficiency of his Innate Sword Body had completely swept away the exhaustion in his Divine Sense.
It was even more solid and resilient than the day before.
His Sword Essence had also long since been replenished, flowing slowly through his meridians.
’This is the Spirit Gathering Array of the privileged class.’
Han Feng got up and stretched his muscles, his joints letting out a series of crisp pops.
Old Liu, like a dutiful ghost, had silently placed a brand-new, silver-white Flight Suit on the living room sofa.
The uniform was made of top-grade Soft Silver III Material, with a tapered waist and broad shoulders, perfectly fitting his physique.
It shimmered with the unique luster of Spiritual Energy Pressure-Resistant Material.
On the dining table, breakfast was extremely lavish.
It was no longer a monotonous nutrient paste, but a Spiritual Energy Meal with dishes that were appealing in color, aroma, and taste.
There was porridge made from translucent Spirit Rice, roasted Tier Two Demon Beast meat giving off a savory aroma, and several Spirit Plant Side Dishes whose names he didn’t know but which contained pure energy.
Every bite was a gentle release of energy within his body.
It nourished his entire being.
After breakfast, Han Feng went to the Underground Cultivation Chamber again.
He needed to review his condition from yesterday.
The newly opened "Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming," having been nourished by the Sword Storage Technique and nurtured by the Spirit Gathering Array overnight, was now significantly more resilient.
The meridian walls, once slightly dim, now gleamed with a faint silver light.
The Sword Essence flowed through it even more smoothly.
The progress bar on his panel clearly displayed:
[Dao Vein Solidification: 37%]
’The effect is pretty good.’
Han Feng recalled the sensation of Artifact Refining from the day before.
During the process of smelting metal and engraving runes, to achieve atomic-level precision control, his Divine Sense had to be highly unified with his Sword Essence.
This extreme, microscopic level of control had unexpectedly promoted the solidification of his Dao Vein.
’Artifact Refining is, in itself, a form of cultivation.’
He mused thoughtfully.
’It’s just that the cost-performance ratio is too low.’
With thirty million Contribution Points still sitting on his card, he wasn’t short on money right now.
