Chapter 379 - 276: Advancing to Enlightenment, Kunlun Approaches
The most crucial part was the incredibly low cost!
A single wisp of Sword Aura had caused such terrifying destruction, and he now had a full fifty of them inside his body!
This was what it meant to be a true Sword Cultivator!
This was the power of the Enlightenment Realm!
A silvery gleam pulsed at his fingertip.
Han Feng stared at the wisp of Sword Aura. His pupils reflected its terrifying Sharpness, a gleam that felt like it could slice through sight itself, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.
If his previous Sword Essence was a torrential flood...
Then the current Sword Aura was a monomolecular cutting wire.
Fifty wisps.
The quantity didn’t seem like much, but the qualitative leap was so immense that his current self could wipe the floor with his pre-breakthrough self a hundred times over.
’Time to test its control.’
Han Feng willed it.
He attempted to guide the silvery gleam through the air, tracing the path of a basic Sword Technique: "Spiritual Crane’s Broken Wing."
SSSHHHHHK—!!!
The air shrieked as if it were being torn like cloth.
There were no graceful arcs, no elegant turns.
The moment it tried to turn, the wisp of Sword Aura—its Sharpness overflowing and no longer bound by his Mental Method—flew completely off the rails!
Like a rampaging T-Rex, it brutally tore through the air and plunged straight into the floor.
The special alloy floor, reinforced with Tier Three Runes and durable enough to withstand a tank, was now as fragile as a block of tofu.
A bottomless, scorched groove formed in an instant. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and it was only two centimeters from Han Feng’s toes.
A cold dread shot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
...
Han Feng pulled back his finger and stared at the terrifying fissure, the corner of his mouth twitching.
’So this is what they mean by "kill a thousand enemies, and lose eight hundred of your own"?’
’This wasn’t even like asking Godzilla to do embroidery.’
’This was like asking an unstable nuclear bomb to deliver a package!’
’I have all this world-ending power, but I can’t even manage a simple change of direction.’
Just then, a light-blue screen popped up in the corner of his vision, as if to mock his predicament.
[Host’s current status detected. Career advancement mission has been updated.]
Han Feng’s eyes quickly scanned the list of requirements.
[Conditions for Promotion to "Sword Master" (3/5):]
[1. Attain Small Success in core Sword Control Technique. (Complete)]
[2. Reach the Enlightenment Realm and project Energy externally. (Complete)]
[3. Raise Lifebound Flying Sword to Spiritual Artifact Level. (Complete)]
[4. Attain Small Success in at least two Swordsmanship or Body Technique manuals. (Incomplete)]
[5. Comprehend one Weapon Divine Power. (Incomplete)]
’A Weapon Divine Power?’
’How am I supposed to get one of those? I’m still a bit clueless.’
’My only guess is that it might be related to Skill Level.’
’Two Swordsmanship or Body Technique manuals at the Small Success Level.’
Han Feng rubbed his temples.
Right now, aside from his Sword Control Technique—which he used to pilot fighter jets like Flying Swords—and the Soul-Burning Sword Aura that had nearly killed him at the mere Entry Level, everything else he knew was common fare like Basic Swordsmanship.
Although he could use the Divine Power Module to "Krypton Gold" his way to nuclear-level effects...
...the system didn’t recognize it.
It wanted a tangible level of mastery, a skill engraved into his very muscle memory.
’I need to find some genuinely high-level stuff.’
Without a moment’s hesitation, Han Feng raised his wrist and pulled up the East Sea Martial Arts University’s internal online store.
His account balance had dwindled to single digits from his recent "Krypton Gold" spree, but that didn’t stop him from window shopping.
’You have to see the trash to know what a real treasure is.’
Search Keywords: [Enlightenment Realm], [Body Technique], [Sword Skill].
SWOOSH!
The light screen cascaded down like a waterfall, a dazzling array of items filling his vision.
Han Feng’s eyes scanned the list.
"’Wind Chasing Step,’ Tier Three Lower Grade, 800,000 Contribution Points."
After a quick glance at its True Qi Flow Chart, Han Feng scoffed.
’Decent for straight-line acceleration, but relies entirely on inertia for turns?’
’I might as well just use my Accelerated Swordsmanship to fly if I’m going to learn this!’
Next.
"’Blazing Swordsmanship,’ Tier Three Middle Grade, 3,000,000 Contribution Points."
’Requires a compatible Fire Attribute Skill?’
’I already have Sword Aura with ultimate Sharpness. Why would I practice this flashy Elemental Enchantment stuff? That’s like choosing the box over the pearl.’
Next.
"’Wandering Dragon and Startled Swan’... A fragmented copy? For twelve million?"
’Hmm, this one is decent, but what’s the deal with it only having the first three layers?’
The more Han Feng looked, the deeper his frown became.
It wasn’t that these Cultivation Techniques were too weak.
For an ordinary Martial Artist in the Enlightenment Realm, any of these would be a secret manual worthy of being a family heirloom.
But for him, with his Innate Sword Body and Sword Aura, these Cultivation Techniques designed for ordinary True Qi were far too crude!
It was like putting a tractor engine and tires on an F1 race car.
Not only would it fail to perform, but it would probably crash and burn.
’It looks like everything publicly available is just common stuff. None of it meets my standards.’
Han Feng closed the window and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the arm of the sofa.
Since the school’s Library Pavilion couldn’t satisfy his appetite...
...he would have to go to that old fox.
He made the call.
After just two rings, Chen Beixuan’s holographic projection appeared.
The background showed an office in the Parliament Building, with documents piled high as mountains.
The old man looked somewhat weary, but his eyes sharpened the instant he saw Han Feng.
"You brat."
Chen Beixuan set down his teacup, a faint, wry smile on his face.
"You go into seclusion for seven days the moment you get back. I thought you were going to practice Cultivation Immortality in your basement until you ascended."
"What’s the matter? Blew through all your Contribution Points and came to me for a handout?"
"Dean, you’re thinking too small."
Han Feng casually snuffed out the silvery gleam at his fingertip—a wisp of energy capable of slicing through a tank—and replied in a nonchalant tone:
"’I just had a little accidental breakthrough, you know, reached the Enlightenment Realm.’"
"’My current skills are having a little trouble keeping up, so I was wondering if the university has any secret aces up its sleeve. No need to be shy about it.’"