High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Three days may pass in the blink of an eye for an ordinary person, but for the survivors of Dragon’s Fang Port, these past three days had been like living in a dream.

The shadow of death that had loomed over them not only dispersed, but the port had even become livelier than before.

The sonic boom that rang out at six o’clock sharp every morning had become an alarm clock more reliable than any rooster’s crow.

As soon as they heard that deafening sound, everyone knew that their guardian was out for his morning "stroll."

With a powerhouse like Han Feng watching over them from the skies, the seas within a fifty-nautical-mile radius were frighteningly clear.

Forget Demon Beasts; even the pirates and Scavengers who were usually so arrogant and domineering would now cower like frightened quails the moment they spotted that streak of black light, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

「Three thousand meters in the air, at the edge of the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea.」

An all-black X-01 fighter jet was performing maneuvers among the clouds so bizarre they would make an aerodynamicist tear up their textbook and eat it.

At times, it drifted sideways without warning, like a falling leaf.

Inside the cockpit, Han Feng wasn’t holding the control stick.

With his arms crossed and eyes closed, he looked as content as if he were sunbathing in his own backyard.

Only the faintly throbbing vein between his brows indicated that he was performing an act of extremely precise Divine Thought control.

[Ding! Detected Host has used Divine Thought to pilot the fighter jet and complete a "Ghost Step" maneuver. Sword Control Technique Skill Proficiency +5.]

[Ding! Current Sword Control Technique Level: Small Success (4520/10000).]

Watching the system prompts flash across his retina, Han Feng grinned from ear to ear.

’This feeling of getting paid to level up is absolutely incredible.’

If he were to follow traditional Cultivation methods, grinding his Sword Control Technique to this level of proficiency would have required at least half a year of relentless, sleepless training in a seclusion chamber, not to mention consuming an astronomical amount of Spirit Stones.

But now, all he had to do was fly a government plane, burn government-issue Spiritual Energy Blocks, and cruise around the sky for a bit, and his Skill Proficiency would shoot right up.

’This isn’t Cultivation, this is just plain freeloading.’

’That’s enough for now. Time to test out my new toy.’

Han Feng opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the unremarkable, grayish-white missile mounted beneath the wing.

It was the fruit of his labor from the past three nights, working overtime and burning the midnight oil.

Its base components were surplus "Red Falcon III" short-range dogfight missiles from the warehouse—the kind of cheap, Tier One junk that nobody would bother picking up even if it were left on the side of the road.

But he had used the Blood Refining Technique to inscribe a Spiritual Brand inside it and had also retrofitted it with a set of miniature Spiritual Energy Vector Nozzles, forcibly converting this dumb-fire missile, which could only fly in a straight line, into a "Flying Sword" that could be micromanaged by his Divine Thought.

’Go.’

Han Feng commanded with a thought.

The hardpoint unlocked, and the missile slid off without a sound.

There was none of the thunderous roar typical of ignition.

Like an agile fish, the modified missile deftly adjusted its orientation.

Carving an elegant arc through the air, it plunged headfirst into the turbulent sea below.

SPLASH.

The missile entered the water, raising only an inconspicuous splash.

Han Feng’s perspective shifted instantly.

Through his connection to the Blood Refining Brand, the sensation was bizarre.

It was as if the missile had become his third eye beneath the waves.

Cold seawater enveloped the missile, surrounded by murky undercurrents and the occasional school of mutated fish.

’Spiritual Energy Vector Nozzles, activate.’

Han Feng willed it.

The nozzles at the missile’s tail spewed a ghostly blue Spiritual Energy Flow, propelling it through the water at high speed.

’This isn’t a missile anymore. It’s clearly a super-high-speed Spiritual Energy Torpedo.’

A playful impulse took over Han Feng, and he began controlling the "torpedo," weaving it in and out of the underwater reefs to test its maneuvering limits.

Just as he was guiding the missile around a massive underwater cliff, several discordant points of light suddenly popped up in his constantly active [Spiritual Vision].

They were several pockets of dark red energy fluctuations.

They lay dormant in the shadows below the cliff, their energy signatures extremely faint and their frequency almost perfectly synchronized with the surrounding currents.

If it weren’t for the fact that Han Feng’s Spiritual Power reached 3,100 hertz and that he possessed [Spiritual Vision], which could perceive the true nature of things, any radar operator below Tier Four would have simply dismissed them as reefs with a slightly higher iron content.

’Huh? What’s that?’

Han Feng raised an eyebrow.

At first, he thought it might be the remains of Sea Demons from the last major battle, or perhaps some kind of unknown underwater mineral.

He guided the missile closer, wanting a better look.

Just as the missile closed to within five hundred meters of the red glows, something unexpected happened.

The previously inert red glows pulsed violently, as if a slumbering beast had been startled awake.

Immediately after, one of the red glows elongated and darted into a nearby crevice at an astonishing speed.

’It’s alive?’

Han Feng’s eyes lit up.

’That reaction speed, that stealth... this is definitely not some wild Demon Beast with nothing but muscle for a brain.’

’Since we’ve crossed paths, you’re not getting away. This is the perfect chance to test the power of my "Red Falcon Custom."’

With a flash of thought, the cruising missile executed a sharp turn. Its tail-mounted Spiritual Energy Nozzles erupted with a blinding blue light, and its speed instantly tripled.

The red glow obviously sensed the danger. It darted frantically through the reefs, trying to shake its pursuer.

But before Han Feng, a veteran who had mastered the Sword Control Technique to his very core, its struggles were both laughable and futile.