Chapter 341 - 260: Ultimate Weapon, Han Feng
「In the underground Cultivation Chamber of Lakefront No. 9 Villa, East Sea Fortress City.」
Han Feng opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and profound.
He let out a long, turbid breath, feeling an explosive power coursing through his body.
After several days of secluded cultivation, he had finally solidified the last two Dao Veins of the Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique—the nineteenth and twentieth.
His Cultivation had now reached the Perfection of the Tenth Layer of the Meridian Passage Realm.
The twenty Dao Veins intertwined within his body, forming a complex network like a miniature map of the Heavenly Dao Laws.
Every drop of Sword Essence was purer and denser than before, containing a trace of immortal Vitality.
He clenched his fist, feeling the bones and muscles throughout his body thrum with joy, as if they could unleash an earth-shattering power at any moment.
"The Tenth Layer of the Meridian Passage Realm. Finally, Perfection."
Han Feng murmured to himself, a hint of satisfaction on his face.
This meant he could attempt to break through to the Enlightenment Realm at any time; the moment just wasn’t right yet.
He checked his system panel:
[Cultivation: Tenth Layer of the Meridian Passage Realm (Perfection, 20 Dao Veins solidified)]
[Energy (Sword Essence): 2500 drops]
[Physique: Innate Sword Body (Middle Level, Progress 2015/10000)]
[Sword Control Technique · Minor Achievement (203/10000)]
[Spiritual Power: 2200 Hz]
His total Sword Essence had leaped from 2000 to 2500 drops, and his Spiritual Power had also broken through to 2200 Hz.
These stats had already firmly surpassed the vast majority of Tier Four Early Stage Divine Containment Realm Grandmasters.
Han Feng stood up and stretched, his joints letting out a series of sharp cracks.
’I’ve finally laid the foundation. The next step is to connect all twenty meridians to form a great cosmic cycle, preparing to open my acupoints.’
He took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his state.
He glanced at the Sky Mark countdown still ticking on his personal terminal, but his mindset was completely different now.
’It’s time to get some action.’
’That X-01 Prototype has been sitting in the hangar long enough to rust. It’ll be perfect for some practice, a good chance to solidify my Sword Control Technique at this new realm.’
Just as he was about to leave, his personal terminal suddenly vibrated violently. A blood-red emergency communication request popped up on the screen.
Caller: Li Tiecheng.
Han Feng raised an eyebrow and accepted the call.
Li Tiecheng’s weather-beaten face appeared on the holographic projection, the background showing the main command center of East Sea City.
The Iron-blooded General’s expression was grim, the bloodshot veins in his eyes looking like they were about to burst.
"Han Feng."
Li Tiecheng’s voice was hoarse. He cut straight to the chase. "To make a long story short, we have a situation in the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea."
He quickly recounted how a reconnaissance squadron had encountered a "Void Sea Demon," been completely wiped out, and suffered a bizarre Spiritual Attack.
"Right now, that thing is moving toward Dragon’s Fang Port. There are over thirty thousand civilians and Low Tier Soldiers there. If it gets close, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Li Tiecheng paused, his gaze burning as he stared at Han Feng.
"Dragon Abyss has spatial restrictions. Experts at Tier Four or higher are unable to enter.
We’ve tried everything—drones, long-range missiles—it all failed.
Right now, in all of East Sea City, there’s only one person who can handle it."
"Advisor Han, you’re the only one who can complete this mission."
After hearing all this, Han Feng actually smiled.
He had spent the last three months in research labs and basements. Besides his cultivation improving, he felt like something was missing.
Now it seemed that what was missing was exactly this kind of thrilling, limit-pushing challenge.
"A Sea Demon? Spiritual Attacks? And high-dimensional power involved?"
Han Feng’s eyes flashed with excitement. "Sounds interesting. I’ve been cooped up for three months; my bones are getting rusty. I’ll take the mission."
His answer was crisp and decisive, without a hint of hesitation.
The three high-ranking officials exchanged glances, both relieved and worried.
Chen Beixuan looked at the arrogant young man, wanting to say something but holding back.
"However, I’ll need some special equipment."
Han Feng cut Chen Beixuan off. "Since technological methods might fail, I’ll have to use some non-technological ones."
"No problem! You can have whatever you need!" Li Tiecheng promised, slapping his chest.
...
「Half an hour later, in a heavily guarded underground hangar in the southern part of East Sea City.」
After piloting his hovercar through seven checkpoints and passing a dual iris-and-gene scan, Han Feng finally met the person in charge.
The person in charge was a colonel with a stern expression. He led Han Feng to a separate storeroom in the deepest part of the hangar.
"Advisor Han, the weapons you requested are here." The colonel pointed to a row of missile racks shrouded in a special Force Field.
Han Feng’s gaze fell upon them.
They were dogfighting missiles, pitch-black and extremely menacing in appearance. Complex Runes were engraved on their warheads, emitting an unsettling energy fluctuation.
[Item: Nine Forms·Soul·Shattering Armor·Piercing Bullet]
[Grade: Tier Three Top Grade]
[Traits: Spirit Breaker, Shocking Soul, Energy Gathering]
[Note: Jointly developed by the Science Academy’s Rune Department and the military. Filled with high-concentration ’Soul Sand.’ Upon detonation, it can cause massive damage to Energy Bodies and Spiritual Bodies.]
"Conventional machine cannons are useless against that thing," the colonel explained. "These Soul-Shattering Bullets are currently the only weapons we have that can effectively harm it.
Also, your fighter’s machine cannon ammunition has been entirely replaced with ’Energy Burst Bombs,’ which are specifically designed to counter Energy Bodies."
"How many are in stock?" Han Feng asked.
"Only twelve. That’s our entire strategic reserve."
"Load me up with four," Han Feng said without ceremony.
"Yes, sir."
The colonel acknowledged the order and left to arrange for the ground crew to begin assembly.
Han Feng walked up to the four missiles about to be mounted and said to the guards nearby,
"I need to perform a final flight parameter calibration on the missiles. I must not be disturbed during this process."
The guards exchanged a glance, silently retreated to the storeroom entrance, and closed the heavy alloy door.
In the vast, empty storeroom, only Han Feng and the four cold weapons of death remained.
"Technological targeting systems will fail, so I’ll just have to use some illogical cultivation methods."
Han Feng muttered, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.
He extended his right hand, formed a sword-finger, and lightly swiped it across his left index finger.
A drop of crimson blood, tinged with faint gold, emerged, radiating a vast Qi Blood Power.
"This Blood Refining Technique sure burns through it fast..."
he grumbled, but his finger unhesitatingly touched the body of the first missile.
Using his essence blood as a medium, he swiftly drew a profound and ancient Rune on the smooth missile casing.
The moment the Rune was complete, a red light flashed and vanished into the missile’s body.
A faint, almost imperceptible connection was established between him and the missile.
He repeated the process, branding the remaining three missiles with his "Blood Mark."
After finishing all this, his face had turned slightly pale.
But he wasn’t finished.
Han Feng narrowed his eyes, activating his Spiritual Vision and Spirit Rune Armament Construction abilities simultaneously.
In his vision, the complex Energy Circuits inside the missile became clearly visible.
He extended a finger, the tip pulsing with pure Sword Essence, and began to rapidly carve into the missile’s surface from a distance.
One by one, he forcibly inscribed invisible Spiritual Energy Arrays into them.
’A Spirit Gathering Array, to absorb the maximum amount of surrounding Spiritual Qi and enhance the explosion’s power.’
’A Blast Flame Array, to increase the instantaneous energy release efficiency.’
In just a few minutes, he had covered the surfaces of all four missiles with dense, microscopic Rune Arrays.
After all that, he still felt it wasn’t enough.
"Dead Object Awakening!"
Han Feng barked, and an immense surge of Spiritual Power erupted from him. He channeled it, along with the special ability of his Spirit Rune Armament Construction, forcibly infusing it into the four missiles.
HUMMM—
The four missiles simultaneously let out a low hum, as if they had transformed from inanimate objects into living things with a Basic Level of intelligence.
The Spiritual Link between them and Han Feng instantly became incredibly clear and stable.
Han Feng closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into this newly established network of connections.
His Perception instantly extended out along the Spiritual Links.
1,000 meters... 1,500 meters... 2,000 meters!
Only at the two-thousand-meter mark did his Perception begin to blur.
"That’s enough."
Han Feng opened his eyes, looking quite satisfied.
An ordinary Divine Containment Realm Grandmaster’s Divine Thought detection range was only about one thousand meters.
He now possessed a two-thousand-meter, beyond-visual-range precision strike capability, meaning he could attack from a completely safe distance.
He examined the four missiles he had "Magically Modified."
Now, in the view of his All Things Identification, their information had undergone a world-shaking transformation.
[Item: Nine Forms·Soul·Shattering Armor·Piercing Bullet (Han Feng’s Magical Modification)]
[Grade: Quasi-Fourth-Order Spiritual Artifact]
[Traits: Spirit Breaker, Shocking Soul, Energy Gathering, Blast Flame, Blood Tracking]
[Status: Deeply bound to host, capable of beyond-visual-range telepathic control.]
"Now that’s more like it."
Han Feng clapped his hands together, mentally reviewing his trump cards.
’These four missiles are the first layer of insurance. The power of each one is enough to severely injure an expert who has just entered Tier Four.’
’If the missiles don’t work, I’ll have to use my Divine Techniques.’
’My Spirit-Slaying, powered by two thousand drops of Sword Essence, will shatter the Divine Soul of any opponent who isn’t at Tier Four Late Stage, as long as it’s a close-range hit.’
’Finally, there’s the "Silent Extinction" warhead specially approved by the Speaker.’
It was a last resort, a mutually assured destruction option that he absolutely did not want to use unless there was no other choice.
"Preparations complete," Han Feng notified the ground crew via the internal comms.
The door opened. The fully armed "Ghost" X-01 fighter had already been pushed to the launch position by a tow tractor.
The four menacing "Soul-Shattering Bullets" hung silently in the internal weapons bay, like coiled vipers.
Han Feng boarded the cockpit under the awestruck gazes of the assembled soldiers.
In the command center, Chen Beixuan and Li Tiecheng were staring intently at the main screen.
"He’s in," Li Tiecheng said, his voice a little dry.
Chen Beixuan didn’t speak, just clenched his fists tightly.
On the screen, the canopy of the Ghost fighter slowly closed, but its engines made no sound.
The next second.
Before anyone could react, the black fighter jet vanished from its spot as if it had performed an Instant Teleportation.
On the control tower’s radar screen, the blip representing the "Ghost" instantly broke through the first island chain’s air defense identification zone at an unbelievable speed, transforming into a streak of light and rocketing toward the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea.
"What..."
A young radar operator rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen wrong.
"That speed... it’s over Mach 15!"
The technical supervisor stared at the garbled data flooding the screen and let out a cry of alarm.
Li Tiecheng and Chen Beixuan exchanged a look, both seeing the shock and worry in each other’s eyes.
"That kid... he always pulls some new trick out of his hat," Li Tiecheng murmured.
"Let’s hope... he can pull off another miracle this time."
Chen Beixuan sighed, his gaze lingering for a long time on the blip on the screen, which was already about to disappear.
The fate of the frontline Dragon’s Fang Base now rested upon that single point of light.