High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

This was precisely the effect he was aiming for.

To use his unique skills to leverage the entire underground resource network of East Sea City for his own benefit.

Looking at the three men’s fanatical gazes, Han Feng knew it was time to lay down the rules.

He held up a third finger, his voice suddenly turning ice-cold, filled with an authority that allowed no room for doubt.

"Third, and the final point."

"My time is precious. I have no time to deal with every Tom, Dick, and Harry."

He scanned Long Xiao’s messy shop, finally pointing at him and saying, word by word:

"From this day forward, Uncle Long, you will be my sole agent in the Black Market."

Long Xiao’s body shuddered. He pointed at his own nose and asked in disbelief:

"Me?"

"That’s right."

Han Feng nodded.

"In the future, aside from your Mad Blade Mercenary Corps, anyone else who wants custom equipment from me must go through Uncle Long."

"I will give you the authority and standards for assessing value."

"Remember my rules."

Han Feng held up one finger, his tone growing colder.

"First, I don’t accept currencies like Contribution Points. I only accept Spirit Stones or rare materials that I deem worthy."

He held up a second finger, his gaze as sharp as a sword.

"Second, if you want to commission a specific item, that’s fine.

Aside from the basic materials, I will personally prioritize accepting Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that can be used for ’Nourishing Acupoints’ as additional payment."

"If you have such wondrous items, I will prioritize your commissions. I might even... make an exception and personally craft something extraordinary."

When these two rules were announced, the Lei Brothers and Long Xiao were completely stunned.

Long Xiao was so agitated his hands trembled. In his one eye, besides ecstatic joy, there was also a trace of deep apprehension.

He could already envision a future where the threshold of his dilapidated repair shop would be worn down by the feet of major powers.

But at the same time, he also saw the glint of blades and the shadows of swords hidden beneath this immense fortune—enough to tear him to shreds.

He knew in his heart that from the moment he nodded, he would no longer be the gun-runner who skillfully navigated the Black Market’s relationships.

’Instead, I’ll be a crewman tied to the massive ship of this "Divine Artisan," sharing in its glory and facing ruin together.’

He licked his dry lips, countless figures flashing through his one eye.

There were peers who had been silenced in the Black Market, and there were tycoons who had seized an opportunity and soared to power.

The fingers holding his cigar trembled slightly, and he didn’t even notice the ash falling onto his pants.

A few seconds later, he forcefully stubbed out the cigar on the table as if he had made some kind of decision. His voice was hoarse but firm:

"Han Feng... you’ve just dropped a mountain of gold and a mountain of blades on my head at the same time!

But... I’m in!"

"Good."

Han Feng nodded in satisfaction. "As for the specific commission percentage, you can discuss it among yourselves."

"I also need you, Uncle Long, to help me keep an eye on the movements in the Black Market. Some things can’t be bought through official channels."

"Don’t worry! You can count on me for that!"

Long Xiao pounded his chest, guaranteeing, "From now on, if even a three-legged toad enters this Black Market, I’ll know if it’s male or female in an instant!"

After arranging all this, a huge weight was finally lifted from Han Feng’s mind.

With the Mad Blade Mercenary Corps as his muscle and Long Xiao as his eyes and ears.

Coupled with his "technology for equity" business model, a stable channel for acquiring resources had been established.

Although he had yet to see any actual returns, it was at least a good start.

"Alright, since the item has been delivered, I should be going." Han Feng turned and walked toward the door.

"Master Han!"

Lei Xiao suddenly called out to him.

Han Feng looked back.

Lei Xiao wrung his hands, looking a bit awkward, and asked cautiously:

"If we find what you’re looking for, could we... commission another piece of Armor like this one..."

"Of course."

Han Feng waved his hand and pushed the door open, leaving only a dashing figure behind him.

"In the future, if you find any more Jade Scrolls like that one, regardless of whether they’re damaged or not, you can come to me to trade for a custom piece of equipment of the same tier."

His figure paused for a moment at the door. Without turning back, his voice carried clearly to the three men’s ears, laced with an irresistible temptation.

"If... you can find for me a complete legacy Jade Scroll from the Cultivation Immortality Civilization that records a ’Sword Array’ or a High Tier ’Escape Technique’..."

"I wouldn’t mind making a one-time exception and pouring all my effort into crafting for your Mad Blade Mercenary Corps..."

"...a truly custom-made Tier Four Spiritual Soldier!"

As his voice faded, Han Feng’s figure disappeared completely into the night.

The shop fell deathly silent.

A long moment passed.

GULP.

Lei Hu swallowed hard, breaking the silence with a stutter.

"A T-Tier Four Spiritual Soldier?

Bro, am I... am I hallucinating?"

Lei Xiao didn’t answer. He just clenched his fists, his breathing ragged, his heart shaking with an indescribable shock.

’A Tier Four Spiritual Soldier!’

’That’s a Soul Soldier that only a Grandmaster can wield!’

’How many of those are there in all of East Sea City?’

’You could count them on one hand!’

’Each one comes with its own Divine Techniques and serves as the ultimate Treasure of a top-tier conglomerate like the Su Family or the Lu Family!’

’With something like that, forget the Black Market—the Mad Blade Mercenary Corps would even have a seat at the Council!’

"Bro..."

Lei Hu’s voice trembled. He looked at his older brother, his eyes filled with a crazed light.

"Master Han... was he telling the truth?"

Lei Xiao sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the blood boil in his veins.

He looked at his younger brother and said, word by word:

"Whether he’s lying or not... won’t we find out if we go find him information about a ’Sword Array’ from the ruins?"

"Old Dragon!"

Lei Xiao spun around abruptly to face the One-Eyed Dragon, his eyes bloodshot.

"In this Black Market of yours, do you have any way to get your hands on ancient texts about ’Sword Arrays’ and ’Escape Techniques’?"

Long Xiao was startled by his appearance, then gave a bitter smile:

"You think those are a dime a dozen? A legacy of that level is even rarer than a Tier Four Spiritual Soldier itself.