High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

The night was thick, and the lights in the Lakefront Villa district had long since grown sparse.

Han Feng sat alone on the villa’s spacious backyard lawn, toying with the gray Jade Scroll he had brought back from the Black Market.

All was quiet, save for the faint sound of distant lake water lapping against the shore and the chirping of insects on a summer night.

He wasn’t in a hurry to rest, nor did he focus on consolidating the nascent Sword Aura within him.

Right now, he was filled with an unprecedented curiosity for the "Basic Magic of the Cultivation Immortality Realm" recorded in the Jade Scroll.

He extended his Divine Sense into the Jade Scroll, and a massive stream of information unfurled in his mind like a river of stars.

He didn’t rush to browse the Magic techniques, but instead used his Spiritual Vision to pierce through the Jade Scroll, rapidly scanning and analyzing the seemingly complex theoretical expositions.

Under his high-dimensional Perception, the fundamental Laws of the Cultivation Realm, the energetic flow of the Five Elements’ mutual generation and destruction, and even the construction logic behind Arrays and Elixir Pills unfolded in his Sea of Consciousness like the most precise source code.

For him, this was the most valuable information he could ask for to fill the gaps in his knowledge.

In less than fifteen minutes, he had already mastered its core principles. Only then did he turn with interest to the appendix on Magic techniques.

The very first one on the list was—the Fireball Technique.

"Of course it is."

Han Feng raised an eyebrow, finding it somewhat amusing.

In the countless cultivation novels he’d read in his past life, this thing was practically standard issue for beginners—the equivalent of "Hello, World" for a programmer.

If you couldn’t even conjure a fireball, you’d be too embarrassed to go out and tell people you practiced Cultivation Immortality.

Though at his current level, he could slice a tank in half with a casual blast of Sword Aura, the destructive power of the Fireball Technique was frankly pathetic in comparison.

But this was about sentiment, a tribute to the memories of a past life.

’I’ll learn it, a little something to commemorate my lost youth.’

Han Feng sat upright in a cross-legged position and began to mobilize the Energy in his body according to the Technique described in the Jade Scroll.

Although he cultivated Sword Essence, not the traditional Five Elements Spiritual Power, the fundamental nature of Energy was the same.

Besides, he now possessed a terrifying Spiritual Power clocking in at 4500 hertz, which surpassed even that of many Tier Four Peak Divine Containment Grandmasters.

With the addition of a cheat-like ability like Spiritual Vision, which allowed him to see through the very essence of Energy, analyzing a Basic Magic technique posed no difficulty for him whatsoever.

He attempted to channel a wisp of silver-white Sword Aura, mimicking the energy circulation path described in the Jade Scroll.

TSSST—!

A faint yet bone-chilling cutting sound emanated from his palm, but no flame appeared.

Instead, it had transformed into an uncontrolled wisp of extreme Sharpness, leaving a white mark on his palm—thin as a hair, yet deep enough to reveal bone.

If not for his formidable Innate Sword Body, which gave him the physical toughness of an Enlightenment Late Stage Martial Artist, that single moment would have been enough to pierce straight through his hand.

’The nature of the energy is wrong,’

Han Feng realized at once. ’The essence of Sword Aura is extreme Sharpness—destruction and cutting—while the essence of the Fireball Technique is the aggregation and release of heat.

I can’t just apply the formula directly.’

He pondered for a moment, then stopped using his High Tier Sword Aura. Instead, he mobilized his more basic and gentler liquid Sword Essence, using his Divine Sense to forcibly strip out and amplify its "yang" and "active" Traits.

「Five minutes later.」

He extended his right hand again, palm facing up.

POOF!

A ball of orange-red flame popped into existence three inches above his palm. It was only the size of a walnut, and it burned quietly, radiating a steady heat.

’That’s it?’

Han Feng felt a bit let down. It was too easy, so easy that he felt no sense of accomplishment.

He used his Spiritual Vision to observe the small flicker of flame.

The energy structure within the flame was laid bare before his eyes, and it was appallingly crude.

It was nothing more than a forced gathering of the free-floating Fire Attribute particles in the surrounding air, held in a burning state by a cage of Spiritual Power.

Inefficient, incredibly wasteful, and structurally unstable.

’A structure like this has an energy efficiency of less than 5%. It’s only good for lighting a cigarette.’

Han Feng shook his head, and with a mere thought...

His powerful Divine Sense instantly enveloped the fireball.

’Since it’s a "Magic" technique, it ought to move.’

Rise!

Under the control of his Divine Sense, the walnut-sized fireball wobbled into the air and began to drift slowly forward.

The very instant it began to fly,

A crisp, electronic tone suddenly rang out in Han Feng’s mind!

[Ding! Fire Attribute Energy Flying Sword detected. Establish Spiritual Link?]

Han Feng’s hand jerked, and his Divine Sense wavered for an instant.

The fireball, which had only flown two meters, lost control.

With a FIZZ, it popped like a punctured balloon, dissipating weakly into the air.

He froze on the spot, his expression stunned, almost comical.

’What the hell?’

’Fire Attribute Energy... Flying Sword?’

Han Feng stared at the spot where the fireball had vanished, his mind completely blown.

’The system called *that thing* a Flying Sword?’

’It was clearly a ball!’

’It didn’t even have a pointy end!’

But he quickly calmed down, his brain processing at a speed that surpassed a supercomputer.

Over the past six months, the system’s judgment logic had always been... liberal, to say the least.

Initially, it had designated the X-01 Prototype as a Flying Sword.

Later, it designated air-to-air missiles as Flying Swords.

After that, it was a wingsuit, and even the Flying Demon Beast he rode on his feet. As long as an object met three conditions—"made of Spiritual material," "capable of flight," and "controlled by him"—it could trigger the system’s Sword Control Technique designation.

The system’s core logic seemed to be this:

As long as something was Spiritual (or had been imbued with a Spiritual nature) and was in a state of flight, it would be forcibly defined as a "sword."