High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"Suppress!"

Han Feng clenched his jaw, his mind singularly focused, his will as unyielding as steel.

The Three-Inch Heart Sword floating in the center of his Sea of Consciousness suddenly erupted with a dazzling light.

SHING!

Sword Qi flared in every direction. It forcefully cut, crushed, and compressed the violently surging Soul Power, annihilating all filth and impurities and leaving only the purest essence.

Each slash brought a wave of soul-tearing agony, but Han Feng’s will was like a boulder, completely unshaken.

Time ticked by, one second at a time.

The Underground Cultivation Chamber was terrifyingly silent, broken only by Han Feng’s stifled, guttural roars and the faint vibrations humming from deep within his bones.

The clothes on Han Feng’s body were soaked through with sweat, then dried by his body heat, leaving behind a white crust of salt. Blue veins bulged beneath his skin.

It was as if countless small snakes were slithering beneath his skin—a sign of the immense Soul Power roiling through his flesh.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

CRACK.

The bone tablet in Han Feng’s hand gave a sharp crack and crumbled into a pile of grayish-white powder. It slipped through his fingers, every last drop of its energy wrung dry.

Meanwhile, deep within his Sea of Consciousness, a roar like the parting of heaven and earth suddenly erupted.

The once-violent ocean of Spiritual Power instantly grew calm, transforming into a clear, deep lake. Its surface was placid, yet it held an astonishing depth.

Immediately after, a far more condensed and terrifying wave of spiritual power swept out from Han Feng, reaching to the furthest corners and enveloping everything.

VMMMM!

The special alloy walls of the underground chamber groaned under the strain, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Within a three-hundred-meter radius, every sight and sound was laid bare to his senses.

The crawl of an ant on the ground, the drift of a single dust mote in the air, even the faint whisper of wind from the neighboring villa and the "breathing" of its walls.

In short, the entire world in Han Feng’s Perception became clearer and more three-dimensional than ever before. Every minute detail was visible, as if it were all laid bare before him.

"Hooo..."

Han Feng slowly opened his eyes. Two beams of almost tangible light, a full half-meter long, shot out from his pupils.

They crackled faintly in the air, lingering for a long moment before retreating back into the depths of his eyes.

He glanced at his system panel.

[Spiritual Power: 4100 Hz]

[Range of Divine Sense: 300 meters]

’Spiritual Power comparable to a Tier Four Late Stage Grandmaster...’

Han Feng clenched his fists. He could feel the power in his mind, so full it felt ready to overflow. The corners of his mouth curved upward in a confident smile.

’If I ran into that Blood Shadow now, I wouldn’t even need to use the Soul-Burning Sword Aura.’

’Just one look, combined with the Three-Inch Heart Sword, would be enough to blast its Divine Soul into mush, or even shatter it on the spot. The bone tablet wouldn’t even have time to activate.’

’This is what it really means to kill with a look.’

’But this isn’t enough. Spiritual Power is just a tool. My physical body and my Cultivation are the true fundamentals—the foundation of my Sword Dao.’

Han Feng turned his focus inward, examining his own body.

Though his twenty Dao Veins, as thick as dragons, were already connected, they still acted as separate entities, not yet forming a unified whole.

’To break through to the Enlightenment Realm, I have to connect these twenty Dao Veins end to end and build a perfect, grand cycle.’

’Then, at the core node of that cycle, I need to open my first true "Lifebound Acupoint." That will complete the astonishing metamorphosis from the Meridian Passage Realm to the Enlightenment Realm.’

’Ordinary Martial Artists are extremely careful when they undergo Enlightenment. They open their acupoints slowly and painstakingly, like water grinding down a stone.’

’But I don’t have that kind of patience, or that kind of time.’

’The crisis in the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea is imminent, and the shadow of the High-dimensional Predator looms over everything.’

’I have to get stronger as fast as possible and seize every opportunity I can.’

’Since I have the Soul-Burning Sword Aura, why not be a bit more violent?’

A mad idea surfaced in Han Feng’s mind, born of a reckless fervor and absolute confidence in his own power.

’Use the incredibly tyrannical Soul-Burning Sword Aura as a drill to forcibly carve a path between my meridians and connect the grand cycle in an instant!’

’A method like that would be dozens of times more efficient than the conventional way!’

’Of course, the risk... is also terrifyingly high.’

’One wrong move, and my meridians will be torn to shreds.’

’My meridians can’t take it?’

Han Feng rubbed his chin, his expression growing increasingly feverish and determined:

’Then I’ll just pump myself full of medicine! As long as I use the Sword Storage Technique combined with Potions to repair my meridians the instant they take damage...’

’As long as the healing is strong enough, as long as the Medicinal Power is continuous, I can survive it!’

’Besides, I have my powerful Innate Sword Body as a safety net. My physical durability far exceeds that of other Martial Artists at my level.’

’My Sword Essence itself has some nourishing and restorative properties. With Potions on top of that, there’s no reason I can’t pull through.’

At this thought, Han Feng immediately activated the personal terminal on his wrist and logged into the East Sea Martial Arts University’s internal marketplace.

His privileges as an A Level Student, combined with his rank of Honorary Major, allowed him to browse most of the restricted, High Tier resources.

He typed keywords into the search bar: [Healing], [Continuing Vein], [Recovery].

A dazzling list of all kinds of Elixir Pills popped up.

[Purple Gold Meridian Continuation Pill]: Mends severed meridians, practically raises the dead. — Stock: 12. He took them all.

[Nine Revolutions Divine Restoration Liquid]: Instantly restores thirty percent of one’s Qi Blood and stabilizes the meridians. — Stock: 50 vials. He took half.

[Dragon Tiger Heart-Protecting Ointment]: Protects the heart meridian, a last resort to cling to life in a critical moment. — Stock: 5. He took them all.

Han Feng’s fingers flew across the screen, completely ignoring the prices. He only cared about their effects and the available stock.

The total in his shopping cart skyrocketed. That string of zeros represented a sum that countless Martial Artists would struggle their entire lives to earn.

In just five short minutes.

On the backend of the East Sea Martial Arts University’s internal marketplace, inventory alarms flashed wildly, and a piercing alert blared throughout the server room.

"Checkout."

Han Feng pressed the confirmation button, his face devoid of expression.

[Payment Successful! Contribution Points Deducted: 11,800,000.]

[Your order has been created and will be sent via special delivery. Estimated arrival: within ten minutes.]

Han Feng didn’t even blink as he watched his balance shrink to a mere pittance.

’It’s only money. I can always earn more after I spend it.’

’If I lose my life, what good is a pile of numbers? Can’t take it with you.’

「Within minutes of him placing the order.」

The East Sea Martial Arts University student forums completely blew up.

A post rocketed to the top of the trending list.

[SHOCKING! MYSTERIOUS WHALE CLEANS OUT THE HIGH-TIER ELIXIR SECTION OF THE MARKETPLACE!]

OP: "HOLY SHIT! GUYS!

I just went to trade for a life-saving Rejuvenating Pill, and I found the entire High Level elixir section completely cleaned out!

Almost all of the Tier Three Top Grade Healing Medicines—all of them are gone!"

Floor 2: "It’s true! I saw it too! The stock for the Purple Gold Meridian Continuation Pill is at zero! There were over a dozen just five minutes ago!"

Floor 3: "*Hiss*—I checked the logs. The total value... over ten million Contribution Points?! What kind of monster did this?!"

Floor 4: "Over ten million?! That’s the reward from several S Level missions combined, isn’t it? Is one of the instructors about to have a breakthrough?"

Floor 5: "Nope! The account shows it was someone with A Level Student privileges!"

"An A Level Student? Who could it be? Who’s that filthy rich? Buying enough medicine to eat for dinner?"

Meanwhile, Han Feng had already turned off his communicator, cutting off all ties to the outside world.

A short while later, the villa’s butler, Old Liu, delivered several heavy Alloy Boxes.

When Han Feng opened the boxes, a medicinal fragrance so thick it was almost tangible instantly flooded the entire chamber.

Everything was ready.

Now, it was time to put his life on the line.