High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 277: Chapter 225: An Enlightenment Realm Expert Comes Seeking a Weapon, Second Layer Meridian Passage Perfection

In the days that followed, Han Feng fell into an extremely disciplined routine.

During the day, he would be thousands of meters in the air, piloting a "Hunting Falcon" training jet while frantically practicing the Sword Control Technique to accelerate his Dao Vein Solidification.

With the buff from his Skilled Level Sword Storage Technique, the speed of his Dao Vein Solidification increased by another thirty percent.

After dinner, he would hole up in a private lab at the Celestial Craft Maintenance Department and begin "Artifact Refining" in front of the humming Superconducting Arc Furnace.

As his [Artifact Refining] Skill Proficiency increased, Han Feng was no longer satisfied with simply smelting materials.

He needed a great deal of practice to test the fantastic ideas about Rune Arrays that were forming in his mind.

But he didn’t want to waste high-quality materials.

Thus, a batch of "practice pieces" was born, forged from old, second-hand Spiritual Energy Metal.

[Ding! Refinement successful. Item obtained: Tier Two Lower Grade Spiritual Energy Straight Saber (Fine). Skill Proficiency +15.]

Han Feng picked up the saber and gave it a casual flourish.

Not bad.

Although it was just a practice piece, the saber’s internal structure had been optimized. Its Energy Transfer Efficiency was at least thirty percent higher than the standard-issue models on the market.

Most importantly, he had added a miniature "Vibration" Rune cluster inside the blade.

When infused with Sword Essence or Inner Qi, the blade would vibrate at a high frequency, allowing it to cut through metal and jade as easily as tofu.

To distinguish these casually-made pieces, he used his Spiritual Power to engrave a tiny, simple character for "Han" at the base of each weapon’s hilt.

Han Feng shook his head and casually tossed the weapon—one that an ordinary Martial Artist would fight desperately over—into a nearby box.

The box was already piled with seven or eight similar weapons.

There were daggers, short stingers, and a few flamboyantly designed tri-edge military daggers.

Han Feng looked at the pile of daggers, short stingers, and tactical folding knives he had just finished making, then casually swept them into a worn canvas bag.

"That should be enough. Ten pieces for today."

Han Feng wiped his hands, got dressed, and called Gao Fei.

"Hey, come pick up the goods."

...

Underground Black Market, Firearms Section.

Carrying the bulging canvas bag, Gao Fei navigated the familiar paths and slipped into Long Xiao’s stall.

"Uncle Long! Got some big business for you!"

Gao Fei tossed the bag onto the counter, where it landed with the dull thud of clanking metal.

Long Xiao, his one eye covered by a black leather patch, was polishing a sniper scope with a piece of deerskin he’d had for years.

Hearing this, he didn’t even look up.

"What kind of big business could a kid like you have? More scrapped parts you picked up from school?"

"Hey now, do I look like a junk collector to you?"

Gao Fei chuckled, unzipped the bag, and pulled out a sleek, dark-gray dagger.

"Take a look at this."

Long Xiao glanced at it, not thinking much of it at first.

But when his single eye swept over the faint glimmer flowing across the dagger’s surface, his hands stopped moving.

He was a veteran in this business and had a keen eye for treasure.

"A Spiritual Energy Weapon?"

Long Xiao put down the sniper scope and reached for the dagger.

It was reassuringly heavy in his hand, perfectly balanced.

He tried channeling a thread of Inner Qi into it.

VMMMM!

A faint cyan light instantly coated the blade. There was no resistance at all; the Inner Qi flowed through it as smoothly as if it were moving through his own meridians.

"This is good stuff."

A flicker of surprise crossed Long Xiao’s eye.

"The Energy Transfer Efficiency is at least 85 percent. That’s way better than the 70 percent on those mass-produced goods from the Celestial Craft Group.

Where did you get this?"

"Hehe, it’s from Han Feng, the guy who came with me last time. He’s an A Level big shot now."

Gao Fei waggled his eyebrows conspiratorially and lowered his voice.

"So, just tell me, can you sell them?"

"I can sell them, sure, but this craftsmanship..."

Long Xiao pointed to some rough polishing marks on the hilt.

"It looks like the work of a novice, yet the rune core is expertly done. Strange."

"Don’t worry about whether he’s a novice or a master. As long as it works, right?"

Gao Fei held up a finger.

"Brother Feng said this whole bag, ten pieces, is for you to sell on consignment. The price is set twenty percent higher than similar products on the market, and you get a twenty percent commission."

"Twenty percent higher?"

Long Xiao sneered.

"You brat, everyone in the Black Market is as cunning as a devil. You want to sell an unknown brand at a premium price?

Are you trying to get me to ruin my own reputation?"

"Those are Brother Feng’s terms. You get what you pay for."

Gao Fei shrugged, putting on a helpless expression.

"Take it or leave it."

Long Xiao glared at Gao Fei, but in the end, he still grumbled as he put the weapons away.

"Fine. For your late father’s sake, I’ll give it a shot. But don’t blame me if they don’t sell."

For the first three days, things went exactly as Long Xiao had predicted.

The Mercenaries and Demon Hunters who came to the Black Market to browse for goods would pick up the weapons and take a look.

But as soon as they heard the price was higher than the major brands, they’d turn and walk away, muttering curses like "He must be crazy for money."

It wasn’t until the fourth day that a bald, blood-soaked Mercenary stumbled into the Black Market.

He was tightly clutching a Battle Saber with a ruined edge, but tucked into his belt was a dark-gray dagger.

It was the very first one sold from Long Xiao’s stall.

The moment he entered, the bald man rushed to Long Xiao’s stall, slammed the dagger down on the table, and roared:

"Blind Long! You got any more of these things?! I’ll take ten!"

His shout startled everyone nearby.

"What are you shouting for?!"

Long Xiao shot him a glare.

"Didn’t you just buy one the day before yesterday? And you spent half the day whining to me about the price."

"Heh, that was before I knew how incredible this weapon was, wasn’t it?"

The bald Mercenary’s face was flushed with excitement.

"I ran into a Tier Two Iron-skinned Pig in the wilds today!