Chapter 323 - 247: Sword Control Technique Small Success
[Ding! The host’s Cultivation has broken through!]
[Current Realm: Meridian Passage Realm Fourth Layer (Perfection)!]
[Innate Sword Body Refinement Progress +100! Current Progress: 645/10,000!]
[Spiritual Power Strength Increase +100Hz!]
Han Feng’s eyes snapped open.
If the world in his eyes had been a high-definition picture before, now it was 4K HDR with an X-ray hack enabled.
He didn’t even need to look at the instrument panel to know the fighter jet’s current altitude was 12,450 meters, its speed was Mach 2.4, and its remaining fuel was at 78%.
This feeling of absolute control was simply wonderful.
’Is this what the Small Success Level of the Sword Control Technique feels like...?’
Han Feng clenched his fists, his entire body feeling light and buoyant.
It wasn’t just a physical transformation, but more importantly, a deeper understanding of the two words "Sword Control."
Before, his Man and Sword Unity was more about resonating with the fighter jet’s physical structure.
But now, he resonated with *everything* about the jet.
This was true Man and Sword Unity. It was as if his Divine Soul had become the very soul of this steel behemoth.
Every part of the fighter jet felt like an extension of his own limbs.
The sensation was incredibly strange and wonderful.
He didn’t even need to manually operate the various buttons, flight stick, or throttle.
A single thought was enough to activate any of its functions.
[Ding! Detected that the host has met one of the conditions for the [Sword Master] class promotion: Sword Control Technique has reached the "Small Success" Level!]
The system panel popped up at just the right moment. The line of text, originally gray, now shone with a dazzling golden light.
Han Feng grinned and casually closed the panel.
’Promotion is only a matter of time. The most important thing now is to test out this new ability.’
"Here we go!"
With a single thought.
The "Ghost" fighter jet came to a sudden, un-telegraphed halt in mid-air.
Previously, such a maneuver would have required using airbrakes and engine reverse thrusters.
Even with a G-suit, the immense inertia would have sent his internal organs churning.
But now, Han Feng only felt his body sink slightly, as if he were simply riding an elevator down one floor.
His Sword Essence had formed a perfect, fluid shield over the jet’s surface, nullifying the vast majority of the G-forces.
’And the cost?’
Han Feng scanned his body’s interior.
That maneuver had only consumed three drops of Sword Essence!
Only a third of what it used to!
’Efficiency doubled, consumption more than halved.’
The light in Han Feng’s eyes grew increasingly brilliant. ’And... this cultivation speed...’
He could feel that as he piloted the fighter jet, the Sword Essence within him was circulating on its own at a terrifying rate.
Even without consciously cultivating, simply maintaining flight was enough to continuously temper and strengthen his meridians.
The jet’s intrinsic 5x amplification, plus the doubling effect from the Small Success Sword Control Technique...
A 10x cultivation speed!
Han Feng quickly did the math in his head.
The Meridian Passage Realm required opening the Twelve Main Meridians and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, for a total of twenty Dao Veins.
He had already solidified eight, leaving twelve to go.
At his previous speed, it would take ten days to half a month to construct and solidify a single Dao Vein, and that was with popping pills every day.
But now, with this insane 10x amplification...
"Three days."
Han Feng licked his slightly chapped lips. ’Just three days. I can solidify one Dao Vein in just three days.’
Twelve of them would take thirty-six days.
A little over a month!
In just over a month, he could open all the remaining Dao Veins and reach the Tenth-Layer Great Perfection of the Meridian Passage Realm!
You had to understand, even the so-called geniuses from the great families of the Inner City...
...who were practically raised soaking in medicinal vats, would take two or three years at the very fastest to traverse the Meridian Passage Realm.
And he could do it in a month.
’If word of this got out, I’d probably be captured and dissected for research.’
Han Feng chuckled to himself, his mood soaring.
With this kind of speed, even if that "Sky Mark" thing really did blow up in ten years, he might actually stand a fighting chance.
He could even... attempt to touch upon the legendary realm beyond Tier Five.
’That’s enough. Time to head back.’
Han Feng glanced at the time. He had already been tearing around the sky for nearly two hours.
Although his body was brimming with power, once the initial mental high wore off, a deep sense of exhaustion began to wash over him.
The Empowerment had raised his Spiritual Power limit, but it couldn’t eliminate mental fatigue.
It was like upgrading a computer’s RAM; if the CPU was constantly running at full capacity, it would still overheat and throttle its performance.
...
「Celestial Craft Group, Hangar Seven.」
As the black fighter jet landed smoothly on the runway and taxied automatically into its bay, Lin Xue and Zhao Yu were the first to rush forward.
"How was it? Any unusual vibrations?"
"And the engine temperature data? Export it, now!"
The two of them seemed more concerned about the plane’s well-being than Han Feng was.
The canopy opened and Han Feng leaped out. His steps were light, showing no sign that he had just spent two hours in the air.
"Everything’s normal. Even better than expected, actually."
Han Feng tossed his helmet to a nearby assistant and spoke to Lin Xue.
"The response speed of the Spiritual Energy Circuits, in particular, has improved by about thirty percent since the first test flight."
"Thirty percent?!"
Lin Xue’s eyes widened, and she stared at him as if he were some kind of monster.
"What on earth did you do up there?
This isn’t scientific!
The hardware is completely unchanged. How could the performance improve by that much?"
"Maybe the break-in period’s over," Han Feng said nonchalantly.
’I can’t exactly tell them it’s because my Sword Control Technique leveled up, can I?’
"Alright, don’t get hung up on the data."
Han Feng cut off Lin Xue, who looked ready to interrogate him.
"This plane’s potential hasn’t been fully tapped. I’m leaving the subsequent maintenance and upkeep to you all.
Especially the energy conduction core—make sure to maintain it with the highest-grade Spiritual Liquid."
With that, he turned to Zhao Yu.
"Senior Brother, everyone has worked hard."
"It’s our duty. Participating in a project like this is an honor for us," Zhao Yu said, scratching his head with an honest, good-natured look.
"You can’t eat honor," Han Feng said, pulling a data slate from his pocket. Displayed on it was a commendation request he had prepared in advance.
"I’ve already submitted a request for a special bonus to Vice Dean Chen and General Li under my authority as the project’s chief consultant."
Han Feng waved the screen.
"Everyone on the project team gets fifty thousand Contribution Points each. Core members get double that.
Additionally, each of you will have one opportunity to enter the Celestial Craft Group’s inner vault and select a Tier Three Material."
Hearing this, the eyes of the surrounding technicians—who had been as exhausted as dead dogs moments before—instantly lit up with a green glint of avarice.
Fifty thousand Contribution Points! That was several years’ income for an ordinary person!
Not to mention the opportunity to enter the inner vault and choose materials—that was a privilege that money couldn’t buy!
"Long live the chief!"
Someone in the crowd shouted it first, and the entire hangar immediately erupted in cheers.
"Alright, alright, stop your hollering. Get the plane squared away, then get the hell home and get some sleep."
Han Feng said with a laugh and a curse, shoving the data slate into Zhao Yu’s hands.
"You oversee the rest. General Li has a company of soldiers guarding the perimeter, so you don’t need to worry about security."
After giving his instructions, Han Feng waved a hand and walked away without looking back.
"Where are you going?"
Lin Xue called out from behind him.
"Home. To sleep."
Han Feng waved over his shoulder, his back still to the crowd.
"Don’t anybody bother me. Even if the sky falls, it can wait until I’ve had my sleep."