Free Web NovelChapter 276: Chapter 224: A Tip for an Old Friend, Meridian Passage First Layer Perfection
’But this money has a more important purpose. Just burning through materials for that tiny bit of solidification progress would be too extravagant.’
"The most efficient method is still flying the jet."
Han Feng quickly made his decision.
The Sword Control Technique was the fundamental Dao of his path as a tech Sword Cultivator.
Having figured this out, he no longer hesitated. He opened his personal terminal and logged into the East Sea Martial Arts University’s intranet store.
The store interface for those with A Level clearance was dazzling.
All sorts of items he had only ever heard of in legends were now available to him.
He proficiently clicked on the [Elixir Pills/Potions] category.
[Spirit Liquid Jade Dew (For Meridian Passage Realm use): Price: 5,000 Contribution Points/bottle.]
"I’ll take a hundred bottles to start."
[Top Grade Vein Tempering Pill: Price: 8,000 Contribution Points/pill.]
"Fifty of these."
Next, he clicked into the [Ammunition/Ordnance] section. As a necessary means of self-defense, he needed to restock some ammo.
[Tier Two Spiritual Energy Armor-Piercing Bullet: Price: 1,000 Contribution Points/round.]
"I’ll take a hundred rounds as backup."
It was a crazy shopping spree.
His account balance of thirty million Contribution Points instantly evaporated by one million!
Even Han Feng’s eye couldn’t help but twitch as he watched the numbers rapidly scroll down.
He was spending money faster than he could breathe.
’Cultivation Immortality really is a money-devouring beast.’
He closed the store and walked out of the villa.
"Old Liu, get the car ready. We’re going to the Sharp Sword Society’s hangar."
"Yes, Mr. Han."
...
For the next week, Han Feng’s life became a simple, two-point routine.
During the day, he practically "welded" himself into the cockpit of the "Hunting Falcon" trainer jet.
At night, he would return to the Cultivation Chamber at Lake View Nine to nurture his Dao Vein with the Sword Storage Technique and digest the day’s gains.
It was monotonous. But effective.
The ground crew of the Sharp Sword Society had gone from shocked to numb over the past few days.
Eventually, they even started to get used to it.
They watched as this newly-promoted A Level big shot treated the expensive trainer jet like his own personal toy.
He flew for a full twelve hours every day, rain or shine, effortlessly pulling off all sorts of unbelievable, high-difficulty maneuvers.
"Old Zhang, look at today’s flight data... Is this something a fucking human can fly?"
A new ground crew apprentice pointed at a flight path on the screen—a near 90-degree vertical climb followed immediately by an extreme, small-radius turn—his voice trembling.
"The instantaneous G-force hit 24 Gs, nearly the theoretical limit of a Falcon Fighter! And not just once or twice, but hundreds of times!"
"He’s not even wearing a G-suit! Are Meridian Passage Realm bodies this ridiculous? If he were at the peak of the Meridian Passage Realm, how strong would he be?"
Old Zhang, a twenty-year veteran of the hangar, tapped the ash from his cigarette, his gaze complex as he stared at the screen.
"That’s nothing. Take a look at yesterday’s engine wear-and-tear report."
"An engine that normally needs a major overhaul after a hundred hours of conventional flight is pushed to the brink of scrap in a single day, the way he flies it."
"But... guess what?"
Old Zhang’s voice suddenly rose, filled with incredulous confusion:
"Here’s the ridiculous part! Our diagnostics showed that not only was the engine’s core Rune Array not worn down, but its energy conduction efficiency had actually increased by three-thousandths compared to when it left the factory! It’s like something reinforced it!"
Another ground crew member in charge of logistics leaned in and whispered:
"I heard a rumor from the A Level students that Senior Han Feng is using his life to simulate some ancient cultivation method. Every extreme maneuver tempers his body and, at the same time, feeds back into his vehicle!"
"This isn’t flying a jet, this is Human-Machine Unity cultivation!"
"Don’t be ridiculous!"
Old Zhang blew a smoke ring, but the astonishment and doubt in his eyes only grew thicker.
"I don’t care if he’s practicing Cultivation Immortality or trying to ascend to the heavens. All I know is, if he keeps flying like this, our society’s trainer jets are going to be turned into priceless treasures by him!"
All sorts of wild rumors, each more outrageous than the last, spread throughout the society.
But Han Feng, the center of these legends, was completely unaware.
At this moment, he was completely focused on piloting the fighter.
’Spiral Charge!’
The fighter jet spun at high speed in the air, transforming into a silver drill that instantly tore through the clouds!
The intense G-force brutally compressed his body, but he guided this pressure, coordinating it with his Sword Essence to repeatedly scour his newly formed Dao Vein!
[Ding! Spiral Charge Skill Proficiency +12]
[Dao Vein Solidification progress +0.1%]
’Not enough!’
Han Feng’s gaze hardened, and he yanked back on the control stick.
’Reversal of Heaven and Earth!’
At extreme speed, the fighter executed an unbelievable turnaround maneuver, its airframe’s wail echoing through the sky!
[Ding! Reversal of Heaven and Earth Skill Proficiency +15]
[Dao Vein Solidification progress +0.15%]
Besides practicing these life-threatening Body Techniques, he spent most of his time on the Sword Storage Technique.
While maintaining the fighter’s stable flight, he would split his focus.
He guided the Sword Essence in his body, following the method of the Sword Storage Technique, to continuously scour and nourish the new Dao Vein.
This multitasking took a heavy toll on his Spiritual Power.
He often had to down a bottle of Spirit Liquid Jade Dew after just three or four hours of flying to replenish his energy.
Fortunately, he was loaded; otherwise, he really couldn’t have afforded such an ordeal.
Time flew by amidst this bitter, day-after-day cultivation.
On the evening of the seventh day, as Han Feng piloted the fighter back to the hangar, the Dao Vein inside his body finally underwent a qualitative change, thanks to the massive amount of resources he had poured into it.
[Ding! Detected Host’s Skill [Sword Storage Technique] Skill Proficiency has reached 1000/1000. Level upgraded to: Proficient (1/2000)]
[Skill Implantation beginning...]
BOOM!
A stream of information ten times larger than the one at the Entry Level instantly flooded his Sea of Consciousness.
If the Entry Level Sword Storage Technique only taught him how to "maintain" a Flying Sword...
...then the Proficient level of Sword Storage Technique was already beginning to touch upon how to "awaken its spirit" and unearth a Flying Sword’s latent traits.
More importantly, along with the Skill Implantation, an incomparably pure energy surged from the depths of the system.
Like a clear spring, it instantly flowed through his entire body.
This energy didn’t strengthen his physical body.
Instead, it surged precisely toward the "Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming" that was on the verge of complete solidification.
CRACK!
It was as if something had quietly shattered inside his body.
The Dao Vein he had been nurturing for seven whole days was, at this moment, completely penetrated and illuminated by this energy!
The meridian, which had still been slightly dim, instantly became crystal clear and translucent.
Like a river of stars forged from diamonds, it glittered brightly within him.
The Dao Vein was completely solidified!
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for completing the construction and solidification of the second Dao Vein [Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming].]
[Cultivation increased: Meridian Passage First Layer (Perfection)]
[Sword Essence limit increased: 300→400]
Han Feng slowly opened his eyes. Feeling the Sword Essence within him, now nearly twice as strong as before, he couldn’t help but smile.
Meridian Passage First Layer, Perfection!
It had only taken him one week to go from breakthrough to Perfection.
If word of this speed got out, it would probably shatter the Dao hearts of countless Martial Artists who considered themselves geniuses.
’Next target, the Pericardium Meridian of Hand Jueyin.’
There wasn’t the slightest hint of complacency in Han Feng’s gaze.
Only a craving for a higher realm.
He jumped down from the jet, gave a nod to the still-dazed Old Zhang, and walked straight out.
"Major... Major Han, calling it a day so early?"
Old Zhang asked subconsciously, his tone tinged with a reverence he himself hadn’t noticed.
"Ran out of potions."
Han Feng waved his hand, his tone casual.
"I need to go restock."
Old Zhang watched Han Feng’s departing figure, his mouth agape, speechless for a long moment.
’Restock? He said it as casually as going downstairs to the corner store to buy a pack of cigarettes. This guy isn’t here to fly jets, he’s here to burn money!’
