High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Su Zhen set down his teacup, his gaze deepening as he looked at Han Feng.

"Han, I didn’t realize you were also a Forging Grandmaster."

"I wouldn’t call myself a Grandmaster. I just know a few clever tricks."

Han Feng said lightly, as if he had just done something insignificant.

This composure made Su Zhen’s estimation of him rise yet again.

When a young person achieves success, the rarest quality isn’t talent, but a temperament free from arrogance and impatience.

"Haha, Han, you’re being too modest."

Su Zhen laughed. "I’ve heard that you also proposed many designs for the Shadow project that are far ahead of their time.

Even that old fellow Li Tiecheng can’t stop singing your praises. He calls you the future hope of East Sea City’s aerospace field."

"And then there’s the matter of Dragon’s Fang Port,"

Su Zhen’s tone shifted, growing solemn. "To suppress an entire port single-handedly and slay a Pseudo Tier Four fiend from an Evil Cult.

Such courage, such combat prowess... This old man has lived for many years, and I have never heard of such a thing."

"You saved Yunxi, helped Ah Jian, and have now rendered such a great service to East Sea City.

Come, this old man will toast you with tea in place of wine." Su Zhen raised his teacup, his attitude sincere.

Han Feng also raised his teacup, touching it to Su Zhen’s from across the space between them. "Mr. Su, you’re too kind. It was merely my duty."

The atmosphere warmed up again.

By now, the way the members of the Su Family looked at Han Feng had completely changed.

If before it was gratitude and curiosity, now there was an added layer of heartfelt awe.

This was a monster who had displayed overwhelming talent in the three fields of Martial Arts, scientific research, and Artifact Refining.

Su Muxue watched Han Feng, a thousand thoughts running through her mind.

She remembered the C-Level Mechanic who had quietly modified fighter jets in the hangar.

Looking now at the young man her grandfather addressed as "Han," it felt as if they were two completely different people.

The banquet was drawing to a close.

Su Zhen put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and said casually, as if it were an offhand remark:

"Han, you’re only twenty this year, aren’t you?

To have such accomplishments at your age, your future is limitless.

I wonder, what are your plans for the future?

Have you ever considered moving to a bigger stage?"

’Here it comes.’

Han Feng understood. The real topic had finally arrived. He set down his teacup and answered in a calm, unhurried manner:

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Su.

However, I’m still a student at the Martial Arts University. Besides, the Shadow project is at a critical stage. General Li and Vice Dean Chen have high hopes for me, so I can’t just give up halfway."

He didn’t refuse directly. Instead, he used his "student duties" and the "military project" as two reasons to politely deflect the offer.

A flicker of regret passed through Su Zhen’s eyes, but he quickly recovered his smile.

"Well said. It’s a good thing for a young man to be responsible.

East Sea City needs pillars of the community like you.

The Su Family may be a family of merchants, but we are also willing to do our part for East Sea City.

In the future, if you need anything for your project, just tell Ah Jian. The Su Family will not refuse."

He didn’t press the matter, instead turning his "recruitment" into an offer of "support," a true display of his family’s magnanimity.

The family dinner ended in a harmonious and proper atmosphere. Although no concrete recruitment was achieved, both guest and hosts were pleased.

After the meal, Su Zhen didn’t linger. He made the excuse of being tired and returned to his room to rest, leaving the young people to chat among themselves.

Han Feng took the opportunity to take his leave as well.

"I’ll see you out."

Su Jian stood up. Su Muxue and Su Yunxi also rose to their feet.

In the courtyard of the Su Family estate, the lighting was soft. The four of them walked along the bluestone path, their shadows stretching long behind them.

Su Jian walked beside Han Feng and said in a low voice:

"Brother Han, the elders were a bit talkative today. Don’t take it to heart.

The old man just treasures talent. He didn’t mean anything else by it."

"I understand."

Han Feng nodded. "Mr. Su is also thinking of his family’s interests."

"I’m glad you understand."

Su Jian clapped Han Feng on the shoulder.

"Anyway, our friendship stands. When Dragon Abyss opens in the future, our two families can help each other out. It’ll be the same thing."

"Of course."

When they reached the main gate, a private car was already waiting.

Su Muxue looked at Han Feng, hesitated for a moment, and then finally spoke:

"Han Feng, about the Night Falcon fighter jet, I never had a proper chance to thank you in person.

Without your modification plans, I might not have made it back from my last mission."

"It was a mutually beneficial arrangement."

Han Feng looked at the Su Family’s second young lady, his tone indifferent.

"Besides, you paid for it. That batch of supplies was a great help to me."

Su Muxue smiled, and some of her cool demeanor melted away.

"If I have any technical questions in the future, I might come to you for advice. I hope Advisor Han won’t find it bothersome."

"You’re welcome anytime."

Finally, Han Feng’s gaze fell on Su Yunxi.

The Su Family’s fifth young lady stood at the very back, her hands behind her back, unconsciously drawing circles on the ground with the tip of her shoe.

Seeing Han Feng look over, she raised her head in a fluster. She opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say, her face flushing bright red.

"Bro... Brother Han, be careful on your way."

In the end, she only managed to squeeze out that one dry sentence.

"Okay. Go back inside, it’s windy out."

Han Feng nodded, then turned and opened the car door.

Watching the car slowly drive away and disappear into the night,

the light in Su Yunxi’s eyes dimmed instantly, and she deflated like a punctured ball.

"So stupid."

Su Jian shook his head in exasperation beside her.

"Aren’t you usually a smooth talker? How come you get all tongue-tied whenever you see him?"

"None of your business!"

Su Yunxi glared at her eldest brother, her eyes turning a little red. She turned and ran back into the courtyard in a huff.