High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 283: Chapter 227: Tier Three Upper Grade, Spirit Rune Armor

Just then, a loud BANG BANG resounded as someone pounded on the lab’s heavy alloy door.

"Brother Feng! Open up! Uncle Long brought the stuff!"

Gao Fei’s signature loud voice pierced through the door.

"That little brat Gao Fei... he’s really got a loud mouth."

Zhao Yu grumbled before going over to unlock the door.

Gao Fei darted inside, followed by Uncle Long, who wore a complex expression.

"Brother Feng, your face..."

Gao Fei was startled when he saw Han Feng’s condition.

"I’m fine. I just finished a high-intensity experiment."

Han Feng straightened up and looked at Long Xiao.

Long Xiao didn’t waste any words, placing a heavy metal case and a small cloth pouch on the floor.

"It’s all here. The six-hundred-Spirit-Coin deposit and all of Lei Hu’s materials."

Uncle Long’s single eye swept over Han Feng’s face.

"Lei Hu’s request is a Tier Three Short Saber. The sharper, the better. Ideally, it should be able to pierce the scales of a same-tier Demon Beast."

Han Feng nodded.

"Understood."

His Spiritual Power was currently depleted. Forget Artifact Refining; even thinking for a moment made his head feel like it would split open.

"Senior Brother, could you please lock this case in the safe?"

Han Feng said to Zhao Yu.

"I need to go back and sleep. My brain feels like it’s about to explode."

"Go, go!"

Zhao Yu waved him away. "You look terrifying. Hurry up and get some rest. Don’t actually drop dead on my watch!"

Han Feng said no more. He took the academy’s shuttle and returned to Lakefront No. 9 Villa.

Without even greeting the butler, Old Liu, he rushed straight into his room, pulled a pale-blue Spiritual Recovery Potion from his Storage Space, and chugged it down.

As the Potion went down his throat, a cool sensation rushed to the crown of his head.

Han Feng felt his tense nerves relax slightly, but the exhaustion that stemmed from the depths of his soul remained immense.

He threw himself heavily onto the large, soft bed. His eyelids drooped, and he instantly fell into a deep sleep.

...

He slept straight through, dead to the world.

When Han Feng opened his eyes again, it was already high noon the next day, the sun shining brightly outside his window.

He sat up and stretched, his joints popping and cracking.

His mind felt exceptionally sharp. When he extended his Divine Sense, it seemed more condensed and tenacious than before.

The recovery after being pushed to his absolute limit had, conversely, resulted in a slight improvement in his Spiritual Power.

He summoned his system panel, his gaze immediately locking onto the brand-new golden Skill.

[Spirit Rune Armament Construction (Mastery, 1/4000)]

Han Feng couldn’t help but smile, his heart filled with joy.

’This is a truly great Skill. With this in my arsenal, I’m confident I can raise the quality of the Shadow Fighter by another grade or two.’

’When that happens, cultivating with a Shadow Fighter that’s at least a Top Grade Magical Artifact... I can’t even imagine how efficient it will be.’

He was filled with anticipation.

After washing up and changing into a clean training uniform, Han Feng once again headed for the Celestial Craft Maintenance Department.

Inside Lab Three, Zhao Yu was in the middle of his research.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Han Feng walk in, looking full of life.

"You’re finally here. I was starting to think you’d actually worked yourself to death."

"Sorry to make you worry, Senior Brother."

Han Feng smiled and walked straight to the safe. "Time to get to work."

Zhao Yu deftly opened the safe and took out the heavy metal case.

The case opened to reveal several chunks of variously colored ore lying quietly inside.

A piece of fiery Red Flame Iron.

A piece of Cold Pattern Steel shimmering with a faint blue luster.

And finally, the main material: a fist-sized, dusty, and inconspicuous chunk of Armor-Piercing Profound Gold.

All were rare Tier Three Middle Grade Spiritual Materials.

"As expected of a Grand Martial Artist at the Enlightenment Realm, to be able to casually offer up Tier Three Middle Grade Spiritual Materials."

"This stuff is hard to come by. Other than in Secret Realms, you can only find Spiritual Materials of this quality deep within the fallen zones shrouded by Void Fog," Zhao Yu clicked his tongue in amazement.

Han Feng wasn’t surprised. A Mercenary Corps composed of Enlightenment Realm Martial Artists like Lei Hu would indeed have the ability to venture deep into the fallen zones shrouded by Void Fog.

The depths of the Void Fog were often areas with the highest degree of spatial fusion, and many rare Spirit Plants, minerals, and ruins originated from such places.

This information was even covered in his geology textbooks.

Han Feng remained silent, tossing all the materials into the Superconducting Arc Furnace.

This time, his methods were completely different from before.

The Arc Furnace activated, and the temperature inside skyrocketed.

Once all the materials had melted into a churning, multicolored mass of liquid metal, Han Feng closed his eyes.

His Divine Sense, like that of a master sculptor with exquisite skills, plunged into the searing liquid mass.

’Void Mold!’

Within his Divine Sense’s *vision*, a perfect three-dimensional model of a short saber was instantly constructed.

This was no simple outline, but a complex framework containing innumerable microscopic support structures and channels for energy to flow.

The mass of liquid metal, as if pulled by an invisible force, began to automatically arrange and assemble itself along this framework of Divine Sense.

The Fire Attribute substance from the Red Flame Iron was guided to the core of the blade, forming an explosive central energy axis.

The Water Attribute substance from the Cold Pattern Steel, meanwhile, coated the surface of the blade, responsible for tempering its edge.

And the most crucial material, the Armor-Piercing Profound Gold, was distributed evenly throughout the blade’s entire stress-bearing structure.

Watching from the outside, Zhao Yu was completely dumbfounded.

All he could see was the mass of liquid metal squirming, separating, and reassembling on its own, without any external intervention, moving with a kind of profound rhythm.

This was already beyond the scope of material science.

Immediately after, Han Feng activated his second Trait.

’Array Packaging!’

He didn’t carve the Runes one by one as he had in the past.