High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Zhao Tianlan’s mind raced.

Advisor Han had slain an Evil Cult Grandmaster in the street—a glorious achievement.

But who knew if he’d... pocketed something he shouldn’t have from that Grandmaster’s body?

’What if this Secret Technique has side effects? If it turns me into some inhuman monster, it would be a huge loss.’

A thought even surfaced in his mind: ’Should I find a chance to secretly tell General Li about this?’

Watching the shifting expressions on Zhao Tianlan’s face, Han Feng almost burst out laughing.

The guy’s surface-level thoughts were completely exposed to his All Things Identification.

’Suspecting I’m an Evil Cult mole? Quite the imagination he has.’

He didn’t press the issue, just asked lightly, "Who wants to be the first to try?"

The three men looked at each other again.

Finally, a young pilot, not tall but with a resolute gaze, stepped forward.

His name was Wang Rui. Of the three, his Cultivation was the lowest—he had just entered the Enlightenment Realm—and his background was the most ordinary.

"Instructor, I’ll do it!" Wang Rui’s voice was not loud, but it was firm.

For him, this was the only chance to catch up to Zhao Tianlan and change his own destiny. Even if there were risks, he was willing to take the gamble!

"Good."

Han Feng nodded in approval, then glanced at Zhao Tianlan and the other man, gesturing with his eyes.

"You two, go out for now. Continue your training."

"Huh?"

Zhao Tianlan and the remaining pilot were both stunned.

’He’s just letting us go like that?’

’Not even going to try and persuade us?’

"My time is precious. I don’t have time to dither with you," Han Feng’s tone left no room for argument.

Rebuffed, the two could only walk out of the Quiet Chamber, utterly bewildered.

As the large door slowly closed behind them, a strange, indescribable feeling suddenly welled up inside Zhao Tianlan.

He felt as if he had just missed out on something incredibly important.

He glanced back at the sealed door of the Quiet Chamber, his expression conflicted. In the end, he sighed and headed for the training room.

「Inside the Quiet Chamber.」

Han Feng casually took out a few vials of High Tier Qi Blood Elixirs, placed them on the table, and said to Wang Rui:

"The consumption will be a bit high later. If you feel like you can’t hold on, take one."

Next, he transmitted the specific steps and the Heart Method Mantra of the Blood Refining Technique to Wang Rui in detail.

After Wang Rui sat cross-legged and digested all the information,

Han Feng also sat cross-legged to the side and released a wisp of his Divine Sense, enveloping the entire room, ready to intervene at any moment should an accident occur.

While Han Feng was guiding Wang Rui through his "crazy experiment," a massive delegation composed of members from the Council, the military, and technical experts had already arrived in force at Hangar No. 7.

Leading the group were the spirited Councilor Wang, and trailing behind him with mixed expressions, Chen Beixuan and Li Tiecheng.

"So this is the mass-produced X-02?"

Councilor Wang looked at the powerful black fighter jet in the center of the hangar. A flash of admiration crossed his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by reason.

Professor Wu Zhen led a group of experts and immediately went forward to conduct various tests.

"Councilor Wang, according to our preliminary tests, the airframe, Energy Circuits, and Rune Arrays all perfectly meet the design specifications.

"You could even say it’s a work of industrial art!"

Professor Wu Zhen’s tone was filled with admiration.

"A work of art isn’t enough. It has to be usable."

Councilor Wang said flatly, then looked at Chen Beixuan and Li Tiecheng. "Gentlemen, why don’t we go up and test it ourselves?"

All three were Divine Containment Realm Grandmasters with powerful Spiritual Power, making them the ideal test pilots.

A moment later, three X-02s took off in succession.

Chen Beixuan and Li Tiecheng adapted to the Neural Resonance control mode almost instantly.

Their Divine Thought was powerful and condensed, and their coordination levels shot straight past 85%.

In their hands, the fighter jet was like a perfectly obedient Falcon, striking wherever they willed and executing all sorts of difficult maneuvers with ease.

"Incredible! This is absolutely incredible!"

Li Tiecheng shouted excitedly over the comms channel, "This thing is even more agile than my ’Blood Saber’ warship!"

But on the other hand, Councilor Wang’s experience was not so wonderful.

He was only in the Early Stage of the Divine Containment Realm, and his Spiritual Power just barely met the standard.

His coordination was a pitiful 50%. Even making a simple turn felt like his brain was being viciously whipped.

He didn’t dare fly high, and after just two laps of circling at low altitude, he felt dizzy and nauseous, his Spiritual Power massively drained.

After that experience, Councilor Wang became even more convinced of his opinion.

’This thing is useless!’

People with real power, like Chen Beixuan and Li Tiecheng, can already fly on their own. They don’t need it.

And those without enough power can’t pilot it.

The niche for this thing was just too awkward.

The group then proceeded to the underground simulation training room.

When they learned that among all the ace pilots, the one with the most progress, Zhao Tianlan, had only just reached 45%, while most were still struggling below 30%, a "just as I thought" expression appeared on Councilor Wang’s face.

The team of experts behind him immediately gave their conclusion:

"Spiritual Power becomes progressively harder to increase.

"According to our model projections, even if we were to spare no expense and pump him full of High Tier Spirit Medicine...

...it would take Zhao Tianlan at least a year and a half to two years to reach the 70% combat-readiness threshold.

"And it would only take longer for the others."

Training just a single pilot was pointless.

The conclusion was already obvious.

Councilor Wang cleared his throat and spoke to the grim-faced Chen Beixuan and Li Tiecheng:

"Gentlemen, the facts speak for themselves.

"I suggest we immediately revise the plan and revert the control mode to a conventional mechanical system.

"We have no more time to waste."

Chen Beixuan and Li Tiecheng exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness and reluctance in each other’s eyes.

But the data was right in front of them, and they couldn’t refute it.

"Alright..." Chen Beixuan nodded with difficulty. "I’ll contact Han Feng and discuss the revised plan with him..."

Just then, Zhao Tianlan, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly spoke up.

"Reporting to the commanders! Instructor Han... he might have a way!"

All eyes instantly focused on him.

Li Tiecheng’s eyes lit up as he asked urgently, "What way? Spit it out!"

Under the gazes of the several bigwigs, Zhao Tianlan hesitated.

But in the end, he recounted, in full detail, the "Blood Refining Technique" that Han Feng had just proposed.

The moment he finished speaking, Councilor Wang’s first reaction was to frown deeply:

"Blood Refining? That sounds like the methods of an Evil Cult! Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"

Chen Beixuan and Li Tiecheng’s hearts also skipped a beat. They immediately recalled Han Feng slaying the Blood Feeding Grandmaster.

Li Tiecheng, in particular, remembered that the Grandmaster’s corpse had been completely bare, without even a storage item on it.

’Could it be... that kid really did swipe some twisted cultivation technique?’

"No! We must summon him at once! We absolutely cannot let him act so recklessly!" Councilor Wang decided instantly.

Chen Beixuan no longer hesitated and immediately dialed Han Feng’s personal terminal.

"We’re sorry, the user you have dialed is currently powered off..."

The cold, automated voice made everyone’s heart sink.

"Quick! To the Quiet Chamber!" Councilor Wang yelled. "We have to stop him!"