High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Through the communicator, Long Xiao’s signature booming voice suddenly erupted.

"Younger Brother Han, something special has come up that I need to tell you about."

"Remember those two brothers from the Lei Family? The ones who commissioned ’Dawn’ from you last time."

Han Feng sank into the sofa, his fingertips unconsciously tracing patterns on the armrest as a name surfaced in his mind.

Lei Hu.

The boorish man who, in his quest for a good saber, had dared to slap down a huge deposit on the spot.

"I remember."

His voice was flat.

"Did the saber break?"

"No way! That saber is Lei Hu’s lifeline now. He’d sleep with it in his mouth if he could!"

Long Xiao’s tone was filled with a vicarious pride.

"You know how things are heating up over at Dragon Abyss, right? Looks like the new map is about to open."

"The two brothers are getting desperate, especially the older one, Lei Xiao. He’s been stuck at the Enlightenment Realm Peak for years, and this time, he’s dead set on risking his life inside."

Han Feng wasn’t surprised by this.

The news of the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea’s impending opening was like a bucket of fresh blood poured into a Cannibal Fish Pool.

All the Martial Artists in East Sea City had gone mad.

They were willing to pay any price to increase their chances of survival, even by a fraction.

"So, they want to commission more equipment?" Han Feng’s tone was unwavering. "Uncle Long, you know my rules. I don’t have time recently."

"Of course, I know. I already turned them down."

Long Xiao’s voice suddenly dropped, taking on a hint of mystery.

"But the payment they’re offering... it’s interesting."

"It’s not Spirit Coins, and it’s not Contribution Points."

"It’s a Jade Scroll, dug up from the ruins of some undeveloped Fog Area."

’A Jade Scroll?’

Han Feng’s tracing fingers came to a halt.

In this world, information was stored on chips and paper.

An object like a Jade Scroll pointed to only one possibility.

The one that had already vanished, or rather, existed in a higher dimension—the Cultivation Immortality Civilization.

If it were a Cultivation Technique Manual, he might not have been too interested.

But what if it was about the miscellaneous knowledge of the Cultivation Immortality Realm, its fundamental cognitive framework... ’That would be the missing piece of my puzzle.’

’The system’s Empowerment provides the "technique," not the foundational "Dao."’

His understanding of the Cultivation Immortality Realm’s basic knowledge was still hazy.

"Interesting."

Han Feng sat up straight, a trace of warmth entering his voice.

"Tell them to wait at the usual place. I’ll be there in half an hour."

...

「East Sea City, Black Market, Zone C Gun Repair Shop.」

The acrid smell of machine oil mixed with cheap tobacco filled the cramped shop.

Lei Hu sat before a counter covered in knife marks, fidgeting as if on pins and needles.

One moment he was looking at the door, the next he was glancing irritably at his watch.

"Big Brother, do you think Master Han will come?"

Lei Hu finally couldn’t hold it in any longer.

"We’ve been studying that damn piece of jade for over half a year, and aside from being a little cool to the touch, it’s fucking useless. If the master doesn’t think it’s worth anything, we’re going to lose so much face."

Across from him was his elder brother, the leader of the Mad Blade Mercenary Corps, Lei Xiao.

Lei Xiao had his eyes closed, Nourishing the Spirit. His fingers gently caressed the hilt of the saber at his waist, and he appeared much calmer.

But his obviously rapid breathing still betrayed his inner tension.

"Shut up."

Lei Xiao didn’t even twitch an eyelid.

"Long Xiao gave his word. The man will definitely come."

"As for the item’s value... we brothers risked our lives for it in those undersea ruins."

"Have you forgotten those bastards from Jiangbei City? They were holding so-called ’Master Tiangong’ standard-issue Spiritual Soldiers, bragging to high heaven. And what happened?"

The moment this was mentioned, Lei Hu instantly perked up, the anxiety on his face replaced by fanaticism.

"Heh! I’ll remember that scene for the rest of my life! That dumbass Zhao Si swung his Tier Three Heavy Sword at me, and I just flicked ’Dawn’ back at him!"

"CRACK!"

"His Heavy Sword, worth hundreds of thousands, was like it was made of dough! It snapped in two right on the spot! I even sliced right through his goddamn Heart-Protecting Mirror!"

Lei Hu gestured wildly, spittle flying from his mouth.

"Without this saber, the two of us would be feeding the fishes at the bottom of the sea by now! We never would have been able to snatch this Jade Scroll and those few crates of Spiritual Materials!"

Lei Xiao opened his eyes, a complicated expression on his face as he looked at the short saber at his younger brother’s waist.

Back then, he had relentlessly mocked his brother for finding some "back-alley" Artifact Refiner, calling him a fool with too much money.

’Now, it seems I was the real fool.’

’How is this just some Artifact Refiner?’

’This is clearly a Divine Artisan walking among mortals!’

"So, we have to take this gamble!"

Lei Xiao’s voice was firm and resolute.

"Once Dragon Abyss opens, the Demon Beasts and the rules inside won’t be on the same level as what we’ve faced before. Without top-tier equipment, going in is just suicide!"

"As long as Master Han is willing to help, it’s worth it even if we give him this Jade Scroll for free!"

Lei Hu scratched his head. "Bro, if this Jade Scroll is so precious, why don’t we just keep it..."

"Keep it to what, lay eggs?"

Lei Xiao shot him a death glare.

"That thing requires Spiritual Power to activate! We’re Martial Artists; we train in Qi Blood True Qi! Besides a Tier Four Divine Containment Realm Grandmaster, who the hell can use it?"

"Besides, even if you could look at it, could you understand those Ghost Talismans inside?"

"It’s better to trade a golden bowl you’re starving with for a saber in your hand and armor on your back!"

This was Lei Xiao’s philosophy of survival: be pragmatic. Power held in your own hands was the only true power. Everything else was an illusion.

As the two brothers argued, the curtain to the back room was pushed aside, and Long Xiao, the One-Eyed Dragon, strode out, a sharp glint in his eye.

"Stop arguing. Our man is here."

The words had barely left his mouth.

CREAK—

The repair shop’s weathered wooden door was pushed open from the outside.

There was no explosive aura, no oppressive pressure.

A young man in a plain gray casual outfit walked in as if taking a leisurely stroll, his hands in his pockets.

Yet, the instant he stepped into the shop,

the two Lei brothers froze, and then every single muscle in their bodies tensed wildly.