High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"Of course, you don’t need to be too nervous.

As long as you follow the rules, trading in Kunlun is absolutely fair.

This will be of immense benefit to you for broadening your horizons and obtaining High Tier legacies and resources."

"That is all I have to say. The rest is up to you."

With that, he said no more, waved his hand, and turned to leave the hall.

Not until Ye Daoyuan’s figure had completely vanished did the hall fill with the sound of hushed discussions again.

Everyone’s expression was different, but without exception, they had all grown much more solemn.

The crowd bowed, then went their separate ways.

Most headed straight for the private landing pad beside the plaza, which was crowded with the hovercars of various families.

"Han Feng, come over here."

Chen Beixuan stood on the steps and beckoned to Han Feng.

Han Feng said his goodbyes to Su Jian and his sister, then hurried over.

"Dean."

"Got everything you need?"

Chen Beixuan looked him up and down, his gaze flicking to the nondescript briefcase in Han Feng’s hand.

"Just some local souvenirs. I’m hoping to trade them for a bit of spending money," Han Feng replied earnestly.

The corner of Chen Beixuan’s mouth twitched.

’Local souvenirs, my ass.’

’The things this kid crafts are being sold for astronomical prices on the Black Market these days.’

He pulled a black, gilt-edged card from his pocket and handed it to Han Feng.

"Take it."

Han Feng took it and gave it a look.

The card was made of some unknown material, warm and smooth to the touch. Its face depicted a celestial mountain wreathed in clouds, while the back was covered in complex, anti-counterfeit Spirit Patterns.

[Kunlun · Celestial Ship VIP Pass (Temporary)]

[Authority Level: Level B]

"This is your pass for the outer perimeter of the Lingyun Pavilion on the upper deck, and the core area of the middle deck."

Chen Beixuan advised in a low voice, "The High Tier Cultivation Techniques and Body Techniques you’re looking for won’t be at the regular stalls. You need to go to the inner sanctum of the Myriad Laws Trading Hall.

That place only accepts this card, regardless of who you are."

"Thank you, Dean!"

Han Feng was secretly delighted.

’This is a huge help. It saves me the trouble of having my assets verified and pulling strings to get in.’

"Don’t celebrate just yet."

Chen Beixuan’s expression turned serious. "The card is tracked, so don’t wander off.

Especially the inverted spire at Lingyun Pavilion. That’s the ’Little Tower of Babel,’ and it’s strictly off-limits.

If you trespass and get captured as a test subject or a mining slave, I can’t bail you out."

"Understood. I value my life above all else."

Han Feng nodded solemnly.

"Alright, off you go."

Chen Beixuan waved him away. "I won’t see you off. You’ll have to find your own way up.

At a time like this, it’s better for us old-timers to keep a low profile and not attract any unwanted attention from Kunlun."

Han Feng pocketed the card. He didn’t opt for Sky-controlling Flight, nor did he hitch a ride in the Su Family’s fancy car.

’Too flashy.’

’He was carrying a fortune and priceless Treasures right now. A low profile was the only way to go.’

He turned, left the plaza, and hailed a taxi, heading straight for the public hovercar station in the northern district.

...

The northern district station was a sea of people.

To accommodate the Celestial Ship’s arrival, the East Sea Municipal Hall had opened twenty temporary routes and commissioned over a hundred large passenger hover-buses.

Even so, the line snaked back for two city blocks.

Han Feng pulled the brim of his hat low, melting into the crowd.

The air buzzed with excited chatter.

"I hear they have ’Magic Potions’ from the Western Continent on the Celestial Ship this time. They say drinking one can make you grow wings!"

"Get real, that’s a Genetic Potion. You’ll turn into a monster if you’re not careful."

"I want to check out the Celestial Craft Group’s branch. I heard they have the latest cybernetics, and you can even pay in installments!"

Listening to the gossip, Han Feng felt this was less like a grand, high-class Cultivation Immortality trade fair and more like a rowdy street market.

"Hey? Isn’t that Han Feng?"

Suddenly, a booming voice called out from nearby.

Han Feng turned to see several students in East Sea Martial Arts University uniforms pushing through the crowd, waving frantically in his direction.

Leading them was none other than Wang Meng, the one built like an ox.

Next to him was Zhang Hao, president of the Sharp Sword Club.

"You guys going to join the spectacle too?"

Han Feng asked as he walked over.

"Of course we are!"

Wang Meng thumped his chest. "This is the Celestial Ship! It only comes once every ten years!

Even if we’re just spectators, we’ll have bragging rights for a year!"

Zhang Hao, ever the rational one, pushed up his glasses.

"We pooled our money. We’re planning to check out the flea market on the lower levels and see if we can dig up some cheap materials.

I hear unauthenticated relics often surface there."

The group chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere lightened considerably.

"Flight 72, Class-C, to Celestial Ship Berth One is about to depart. Please board immediately."

An announcement came over the speakers.

"Let’s go, let’s go! That’s our flight!"

Gao Fei yelped, grabbing the others and making a mad dash for the boarding gate.