High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Their Martial Arts intuition was screaming warnings at them!

This wasn’t a person.

This was an unsheathed sword—a peerless, baleful blade that had just tasted Divine-Demonic Blood, its edge sharp enough to sever the soul!

This was no illusion.

They could even feel a fine, stinging pain on their exposed skin, as if being sliced by waves of Formless Sword Qi.

Lei Xiao, an Enlightenment Realm Seventh Layer cultivator, felt as if an invisible hand were squeezing his heart, making it incredibly difficult to even breathe.

It was the absolute suppression of a higher Life Tier!

"So... strong..."

Lei Xiao swallowed hard.

The last rumor they’d heard was that this Master Han was only in the Meridian Passage Realm and had only managed to kill an Evil Cult Grandmaster by fighting above his level with some kind of trump card.

But now...

He had only ever felt such terrifying pressure when facing the Tier Four Commander of the City Guard Army, and even then... this was just as strong, if not stronger!

"Master Han!"

The two men didn’t dare hesitate. They shot to their feet as if on springs, their movements perfectly synchronized as they cupped their fists and bowed, assuming the most humble posture possible.

Han Feng’s gaze swept over them, and he let out a soft "hmm" through his nose, which served as his acknowledgment.

His gaze paused on Lei Xiao for a moment.

He activated his Spiritual Vision.

’Multiple meridian blockages. Seven hidden injuries. His Qi Blood appears robust, but it’s actually contaminated and impure.’

’A typical self-taught Martial Artist. His Cultivation was built on life-or-death gambles.’

"Uncle Long told me you have something good?"

Han Feng got straight to the point, forgoing all pleasantries.

"Show it to me. My time is limited."

Lei Xiao immediately shot his brother a look.

Lei Hu hastily pulled a metal box from an inner pocket and opened it with the careful reverence of a pilgrim.

A palm-sized, grayish-white Jade Slab with a simple, ancient texture lay quietly inside.

Han Feng walked forward, but did not reach out his hand.

A wisp of Divine Sense silently extended, gently resting on the Jade Slab like a tentacle.

HUMMM!

A massive stream of information, like a bursting dam, instantly surged into his mind through the Divine Sense connection.

No encryption, no restrictions.

This was a completely open Information Jade Scroll.

Han Feng closed his eyes, the massive amount of data rapidly being analyzed and categorized in his mind.

A Hundred Questions Answered on the Basic Knowledge of the Cultivation Realm.

Detailed Explanation of the Five Elements Basic Techniques.

Initial Exploration of Spiritual Plant Identification and Cultivation.

...

’Just as I thought!’

This wasn’t some heaven-shattering Divine Skill, nor was it a world-destroying Divine Technique.

This was an "encyclopedia" for a Cultivation Immortality Civilization!

It detailed that civilization’s foundational knowledge system regarding Spiritual Qi, the Five Elements, Arrays, Elixir Pills... everything.

Furthermore, the appendix recorded models for over a dozen of the most basic magic techniques.

Fireball Technique: Condense Spiritual Qi into fire for a high-temperature explosion.

Light Body Technique: Manipulate air currents to become as light as a swallow.

Quicksand Technique: Alter terrain to create a trap and ensnare enemies.

Concealing Breath Technique: Conceal one’s aura to pose as a Mortal.

...

A wave of wild joy surged from the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.

In the eyes of Martial Artists who pursued ultimate Destructive Power, these magic spells were practically useless.

Conjuring a fireball required chanting and hand seals, far less satisfying than a single swing of a blade.

But to him, this was a priceless treasure! A true godsend!

He was a Sword Cultivator whose Attack Power was already off the charts. However, his combat methods were too one-dimensional, making him easy to counter.

With these basic magic techniques, combined with his Performance Technique Trait and the system’s Empowerment, he could devise countless tactical combinations!

’A Fireball Technique powered by Soul-Burning Sword Aura?’

’Integrating the principles of the Light Body Technique into his Sword Control Maneuvers?’

This Jade Scroll, in his hands, was of immeasurable value!

"This is good stuff."

Han Feng opened his eyes, retracted his Divine Sense, and looking at the two nervous brothers, gave his final verdict.

*Phew—*

Lei Xiao and Lei Hu both let out a long sigh, their tense bodies instantly slumping in relief.

"As long as you find it acceptable, Master! That’s all that matters!"

Lei Xiao rubbed his hands together, his tone tentative and almost sycophantic.

"Then... our request..."

"I’ll help you once."

Han Feng picked up the Jade Scroll and pocketed it, his movements fluid and seamless.

"What do you want? Another blade?"

"No, no, no!"

Lei Hu waved his hands frantically, pointing to the blade, Dawn, at his waist.

"This blade is more than enough! For this trip to Dragon Abyss, we want something to keep us alive!"

"A Defensive Spiritual Artifact?" Han Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Yes!" Lei Xiao’s eyes burned with intense desire. "Armor that can protect the entire body and, at a critical moment, withstand a blow from a Tier Four Demon Beast!"

He added through gritted teeth: "We’ll provide the materials! As long as you’re willing to try, Master, we’ll accept the loss even if they’re ruined in the process!"

The difficulty of refining a Defensive Spiritual Artifact far exceeded that of an Attacking Spiritual Artifact, and the stability requirements for the Rune structure were incredibly demanding.

Most of the standard-issue Armor on the market was nothing more than clumsy hunks of iron.

Han Feng pondered for a moment.

’My research into Spirit Rune Armament Construction needs a lot of practical application.’

’Making a "turtle shell" would be a good practice project.’

"Alright."

Han Feng nodded.

"Send the list of materials to Uncle Long. I’ll go back and draw up a plan. Come back here in half a month to pick it up."

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master Han!"

The Lei Brothers were ecstatic, so excited they became incoherent, almost falling to their knees on the spot.

That was a promise from a Master who could refine a Tier Three Upper Grade Divine Weapon!

With this Armor, their survival rate in the Dragon Abyss would increase by at least thirty percent!

Their business concluded, Han Feng turned and left.

Just before the door, he paused and glanced back at Lei Xiao, who looked like he wanted to say something but was hesitating.

He could see the curiosity and lingering regret in the depths of the man’s eyes regarding the contents of the Jade Scroll.

After all, it was an opportunity they had risked their lives for.

"Don’t even think about it."

Han Feng’s voice was as cold as ice, instantly shattering the man’s last sliver of illusion.

"The contents are Techniques from an Otherworld Cultivator. The prerequisite is possessing Divine Sense."

"You practice Martial Arts Qi Blood. It’s the wrong path for this."

"If you force it, in the best case, you’ll suffer cultivation deviation. In the worst, your brain will collapse and you’ll become an idiot."

Lei Xiao’s face instantly turned deathly pale, the reluctance in his eyes immediately replaced by bone-chilling fear.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

This time, he bowed a full ninety degrees, and it came from the bottom of his heart.

Han Feng casually waved his hand, pushed the door open, and his figure quickly blended into the noisy crowd of the Black Market and disappeared.

...

「Inside the repair shop.」

It wasn’t until Han Feng’s aura had completely disappeared that the suffocating sense of oppression slowly dissipated.

Lei Hu plopped back down on the chair, raising a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Gods, Master Han’s aura is terrifying now. When he looked at me just now, I felt like he saw right through me. The True Qi in my body almost froze solid."

"That’s the gap between us."

Lei Xiao sighed, took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag. The acrid smoke swirled in his lungs.

"He’s already a dragon in the sky, and we’re just loaches writhing in the mud."

"Brother, that Jade Scroll..."

"Forget about it."

Lei Xiao exhaled a cloudy ring of smoke, his gaze once again sharp and resolute.

"That’s a Celestial Book meant for Immortals. If a Mortal reads it, it’s a death warrant."

"Trading it for two pieces of life-saving Armor is a blessing from our ancestors."

He clapped his younger brother on the shoulder.

"Go get the materials ready. This time, in the Dragon Abyss, we have to fight for our future!"

"Otherwise, we’ll spend the rest of our lives just looking up at the backs of people like him."

Lei Hu nodded heavily, the flames of ambition reigniting in his eyes.

...

Leaving the Black Market, Han Feng didn’t head straight back to school, but chose to walk instead.

Under the night sky of East Sea City, neon lights blurred into hazy rings of light in the thick fog.

News of "Project Kindling" and the "Impending Opening of Dragon Abyss" had completely changed the city.

Most of the street-side shops were closed, with long lines forming only in front of weapon and supply stores.

Prices skyrocketed. The price of a normal hemostatic agent had tripled, and it was still impossible to find.

The hurrying passersby had eyes full of vigilance and anxiety.

The number of armored patrol cars had doubled, their dark muzzles aimed at every shadowy corner of the city.

Han Feng saw a man in tattered clothes fighting a stray dog next to a trash can over half an expired compressed biscuit.

He also saw a few students in school uniforms under a streetlight, excitedly discussing enlisting in the army to seek their fortune in the Dragon Abyss and provide for their families.

The eve of a great change.

Order collapsed, desires ran rampant.

The weak trembled in fear, praying that disaster would not strike.

The strong sharpened their knives in the chaos, preparing to cut the biggest slice of cake from the coming storm.

"The world... has descended into chaos."

Han Feng pulled up his collar, covering half his face, and quickened his pace.

The chaos felt oppressive.

But at the same time, it also made his blood stir with a faint excitement.

’Chaotic times give rise to heroes.’

’No.’

’Chaotic times are a paradise for the ambitious and the strong.’

He felt the warm, smooth Jade Scroll in his pocket, his eyes shining with astonishing brightness in the night.

’The Kunlun trade meet, the opening of the Dragon Abyss...’