High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"..."

Chen Beixuan’s hand, which was lifting his tea, froze in mid-air.

The office fell deathly silent.

There was no cliché scene of him spitting out his tea.

This seasoned vice-dean, who had seen it all, simply set his cup down slowly. The bottom of the cup met the rosewood desk with a dull thud.

Even through the holographic network, Han Feng could feel a heavy, oppressive mental pressure bearing down on him.

"The Enlightenment Realm..."

Chen Beixuan’s voice was terrifyingly low. He stared intently at Han Feng’s face, as if trying to peer into his very soul.

"An ordinary genius, even if they were propped up with medicine, would need half a year of grinding. How many days have you been back? Seven?"

"Han Feng, tell me honestly."

"Have you been practicing some kind of Demon Forbidden Technique that overdrafts your life potential?

If you have, it’s not too late to cripple your technique now. Don’t throw your life away just for a bit of speed!"

"How could that be? I cherish my life more than anyone."

Han Feng shrugged, a look of innocence on his face. "I just spent a little money, took a ’tiny’ bit of medicine."

The corner of Chen Beixuan’s mouth twitched violently.

’A little?’

He had seen the bill for over ten million Contribution Points with his own eyes!

’Cleaning out the entire school’s supply of High Tier Healing Potions is ’a little’?’

’But... this kid’s physique is truly a mystery.’

’That method of popping pills like candy... anyone else would have long since exploded and died. But he actually managed to force open his acupoints?’

’Is this what you call a freak of nature?’

"At this rate... the school’s resource library really can’t keep up with you."

Chen Beixuan rubbed the bridge of his nose and said with a wry smile:

"The truly top-tier Cultivation Techniques, like the Celestial Essence Sword Manual, are all in the core database of the Gaia Alliance Headquarters.

To apply for one, the security screening process alone takes half a year."

Han Feng frowned. "Half a year? The Dragon Abyss Mist Sea will have been picked clean by then."

"Don’t be hasty, I’m not finished."

Chen Beixuan leaned back in his chair, a glint flashing in his old eyes. He looked exactly like an old fox that had just caught the scent of blood.

"Normally, you’d have no choice but to sit and watch."

"But right now, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is flying toward East Sea City."

"What opportunity?"

"Ever heard of ’Kunlun’?" Chen Beixuan pointed upward.

"The Human Holy Land, the capital of the Gaia Alliance?" Han Feng raised an eyebrow.

"That’s just the mortal understanding."

Chen Beixuan shook his head, his expression turning solemn and greedy. "In the eyes of a Martial Artist, that place is a crucible of civilizations. It’s the biggest... den of thieves."

"In half a month, the ’Sky Fortress’ patrol fleet from Kunlun Holy City will arrive at East Sea City."

Han Feng was stunned. "What are they coming for? To seize territory?"

"Seize territory? They wouldn’t even glance at those paltry resources."

Chen Beixuan stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the churning Cloud Sea in the distance:

"They’re coming to ’collect the bodies.’"

"To collect the corpses of civilizations."

"Every time a High Tier Sky Mist Area appears, it is, in essence, a collision of fragments from an otherworld.

Buried within might be remnants of Magic, Cultivation, or even bizarre biotechnology."

"What Kunlun Holy City is most passionate about is excavating these ruins, collecting the Cultivation Techniques, Secret Techniques, and Totems... then bringing them back to the Holy Land to be analyzed by that group of mad scholars in the ’Tower of Babel.’"

At this point, Chen Beixuan spun around and stared intently at Han Feng:

"For this very reason, whenever Kunlun’s patrol fleet arrives at a Fortress City, they hold an extremely high-level ’internal trading fair.’"

"At this fair, they don’t accept Spirit Coins, they don’t accept Contribution Points, and they don’t accept Gold."

"Then what do they accept?"

"Knowledge."

Chen Beixuan pointed to his own head, his tone incredibly tempting:

"Knowledge for knowledge."

"You can use rare Cultivation Techniques or Secret Techniques you’ve mastered, or perhaps some kind of never-before-seen Rune structure, to trade for the top-tier inheritances in their database!"

"As long as what you offer is valuable enough, they’ll even trade you a supreme technique of a Tier Five Celestial Being, or even a legendary ’Divine Technique’ method!"

"They’re like a group of greedy collectors. As long as it’s new and something they’ve never seen, they’ll take it all."

BOOM!

It was as if a clap of thunder exploded in Han Feng’s mind.

’Knowledge for knowledge?’

’This rule... it’s practically tailor-made for me!’

’What did he have?’

’He had a massive repository of fundamental knowledge from a high-level Cultivation Immortality Civilization, provided by the system’s Empowerment!’

’Although that stuff might be a dime a dozen in the real Cultivation Immortality Realm, on Blue Star, it was Black Technology on a completely different level!’

’It was truth that transcended the era!’

Just as Han Feng was celebrating inwardly, Chen Beixuan’s voice sounded in his ear again.

"That Jade Scroll you submitted before had extremely advanced Rune logic. It’s already caught the attention of the higher-ups."

Chen Beixuan looked at Han Feng meaningfully:

"If you have any more similar ’Ancient Civilization Inheritances,’ trading them with those rich folks for some practical Body Technique and Swordsmanship would be more than enough."

He was giving him a hint.

In Chen Beixuan’s eyes, Han Feng must have a treasure trove like a "Cultivation Immortality Civilization Ruin" backing him.

Otherwise, there was no explaining that ridiculous fighter jet technology and his Sword Control Technique.

"I understand."

The corners of Han Feng’s mouth couldn’t help but curve upward. "Thank you for the guidance, Vice-Dean."

"Good that you understand."

Chen Beixuan tapped the desk. "Prepare well. Don’t try to fool them with subpar items. Those people from Kunlun have sharp eyes; they won’t act without a clear incentive."

"Don’t worry."

A strange light flickered in Han Feng’s eyes. "I happen to have a ’little something’ or two on hand. They should be able to catch the eyes of those bigwigs."

’More than just catch their eyes.’

’It’ll probably be enough to make their eyeballs pop out!’

After hanging up, Han Feng was in high spirits.

His Body Technique and Swordsmanship were now sorted.

If he played his cards right, this trip from Kunlun might just let him trade for all that good stuff in the system he could see but couldn’t afford!

Just then, the communicator on his wrist vibrated again.

The caller ID read—Long Xiao.

’Uncle Long from the Black Market. Why is he calling at a time like this?’

Han Feng was puzzled, but he answered the call nonetheless.