Chapter 114: Chapter 112: Unlocking the Sword Nurturing Chapter! Fighter Jet, Spirit Channel

The next morning.

Han Feng was woken up by a series of urgent chimes from his personal terminal.

He rubbed his drowsy eyes and swiped the screen open.

[Ding! The additional reward for your emergency support mission at Golden Ears Farm has been deposited. Contribution Points: +20,000.]

[Ding! Your certification in the City Defense System’s auxiliary sequence has been updated.]

[Based on your combined performance in the "Golden Ears Farm Beast Tide Incident" and the "Blood Feeding Sect Heretic Eradication Operation," your official Pilot rating has been raised to: Auxiliary Sequence—Golden Nine Stars (Highest Non-Professional Rank).]

(Special Note: Promotion to the professional sequence rating of Hunting Falcon or above requires passing specific assessment missions.)

Twenty thousand Contribution Points.

For an ordinary student, this was a huge sum they could squander for months.

But Han Feng merely glanced at it, feeling nothing.

His entire net worth was still only half of what he needed to buy even the cheapest "Feiyan-7" fighter jet.

Money was never enough.

He expertly opened the academy’s internal resource exchange page and searched directly for "Middle Tier Recovery Potion."

He didn’t even frown at the glaring price of 300 Contribution Points per vial.

With a few quick taps of his finger, he maxed out the quantity at one hundred vials.

Thirty thousand Contribution Points vanished into thin air.

"Holy shit! Han Feng, you son of a bitch, did you go rob a bank?"

A boisterous voice came from the doorway. It was Gao Fei, who had just returned from messing around outside.

He happened to see Han Feng’s transaction, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Not really."

Han Feng replied nonchalantly without looking up, "It’s all hard-earned money."

Gao Fei immediately sidled over, a trademark sleazy smile on his face, and furtively lowered his voice.

"Old Han, you just hit the jackpot. You must be stocking up on consumables like Potions, right?"

"I’ve got an inside source for Rhino brand. Market price is three hundred, but I’ll give it to you for two-eighty. How’s that for a deal?"

Han Feng glanced at him without a word, simply turning his terminal screen toward him.

The screen clearly displayed the successful payment page.

In the unit price column, a bright red number was particularly eye-catching: 210.

Below it was a line of small text: Exclusive 30% discount for A-Level Talent rating.

The smile on Gao Fei’s face froze instantly.

It was as if someone had hit the pause button on him.

"Pretend I didn’t say anything."

He dejectedly retreated to his bunk. After a long moment, he couldn’t hold it in any longer and mumbled sourly.

"Fuck! What’s so great about an A-Level Talent?"

"...It is. It’s fucking great..."

Han Feng couldn’t be bothered with his roommate’s muttering.

He stored all one hundred Potions in the one-cubic-meter Storage Space that came with the system, changed into a new C Level training uniform, and headed straight off campus.

For Cultivation, he needed to go somewhere he could really let loose.

...

「Outer City, Airplane Graveyard.」

The familiar smell of tar and rust washed over him.

Uncle Sun was still sprawled out on his creaky rattan chair, a yellowed newspaper covering his face, looking completely lethargic and motionless.

Han Feng walked to the desk and gently tapped his knuckles on the surface.

Uncle Sun lifted the newspaper. His murky eyes twitched, and upon seeing it was Han Feng, his eyelids drooped again.

He asked listlessly, "You again?"

"Yeah, to rent a plane," Han Feng nodded.

"The usual?"

"No."

Han Feng shook his head.

"I’m renting a ’Hunting Falcon’ this time."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Uncle Sun shot up straight in his rattan chair, a glint of light flashing through his murky old eyes.

"A ’Hunting Falcon’?"

"That thing ain’t cheap. Three thousand Contribution Points an hour, non-negotiable."

"I know."

Uncle Sun sized him up and down again, clucking his tongue in amazement.

"Well, well, kid. It’s only been a few days, and you’ve already upgraded from a birdshot gun to a cannon."

"Alright, follow me."

He led Han Feng toward a relatively well-preserved hangar.

Deep inside the hangar, a red-and-white "Hunting Falcon" fighter sat silently. It was the same model as the backup plane Han Feng had flown during the Sharp Sword Club’s assessment.

[Ding! Bindable target detected: Lower Grade Magical Artifact—’Hunting Falcon’]

[After binding, Sword Control and Body Tempering Cultivation efficiency +100%]

"Same as always. Fly as long as you want, settle the bill when you get back."

Uncle Sun waved his hand, turned around, and lay back down on his rattan chair to continue sunbathing.

Han Feng boarded the aircraft with swift, practiced movements and skillfully started the engine.

With a tremendous ROAR, the silver-white "Hunting Falcon" shot into the sky, tearing through the clouds.

This time, Han Feng didn’t immediately begin his usual crazy, extreme maneuvers.

He just flew steadily, simultaneously circulating the "Mastery" Level "Sword Control Technique" within his body.

A strange sensation spread from his limbs and bones throughout the entire fighter jet.

The "Skilled Level" of the Sword Control Technique had allowed him to command the plane as if it were his own arm.

But now, the "Mastery Level" Sword Control Technique made him feel as if the plane was becoming an extension of his body—an external organ of steel.

Every slight tremor of the wings, every pulse of the engine, was clearly reflected deep within his Perception.

At that moment, the massive torrent of information from the "Skill Implantation" exploded in his mind.

Concepts that were once vague now became incredibly clear, firmly imprinted in his brain.

[Sword Control Technique has been promoted to Mastery. High Tier Technique acquired: Sword Nurturing Chapter]

[The Sword Nurturing Chapter is divided into two methods: ’Nurturing’ and ’Sacrificial Refining’.]

[Nurturing: Nourish the Sword Body with one’s own Essence, Qi, and Spirit to enhance its Spirituality and increase resonance.]

[Sacrificial Refining: Strengthen the sword’s body with specific techniques and materials, or inscribe Runes with one’s own blood essence and Divine Thought to bestow new Traits.]

’So... that’s how it works...’

Han Feng muttered to himself, his eyes blazing with a fervent light.

He decided to start with the most basic method: "Nurturing."

He carefully mobilized a stream of pure Qi Blood Power.

Instead of crudely infusing it into the entire fuselage as before, he guided it, letting it flow along the plane’s Energy Circuits.

At the same time, he activated [Spiritual Vision].

In his vision, the old, dim Spiritual Power circuits inside the "Hunting Falcon" were full of silt and blockages.

When Energy flowed through them, it was halting and accompanied by significant dissipation and loss.

But as the Qi Blood he infused passed through, it gradually combed through and cleared away the "impurities" that had accumulated in the Energy Circuits.

The originally stagnant Energy Flow became visibly smoother.

The effect was minuscule, but it was definitely working!

Han Feng’s spirits lifted, and he unhesitatingly increased the input of Qi Blood.

An hour later, after he had "flushed out" the plane’s main Spiritual Power conduits, he could clearly feel a change in the dilapidated "Hunting Falcon."

The feedback from the control stick was more sensitive, and the engine noise had lessened.

[Ding! You have performed Nurturing on the ’Lower Grade Magical Artifact - Hunting Falcon’. The Magical Artifact’s Spirituality has slightly increased.]

[You have comprehended the Skill: Sword Storage Technique (Entry Level 0/1000)]

’It worked!’

Han Feng suppressed his elation and turned his attention to the more profound domain: Sacrificial Refining.

The Sacrificial Refining Chapter mentioned that one could use Divine Thought as a brush and Qi Blood as ink to temporarily construct Runes on a Magical Artifact.

This was a technology from a completely different dimension compared to the modern industrial method he had used in the project team—physically carving metal with a Spiritual Energy Carving Saber.

One sought power externally, from objects.

The other sought power internally, from the self.

’I’ll try the simplest ’Solid’ Rune.’

Han Feng chose the scratch-covered bulletproof glass of the cockpit.

The knowledge from "Rune Array Basics," which he had previously studied to the Skilled Level, immediately surfaced in his mind.

He already knew the structure of the "Solid" Rune by heart; he just never imagined he could manifest it in this way.

He mobilized a stream of Qi Blood and, following the complex pattern of the "Solid" Rune from memory, began to "draw" on the glass with his Spiritual Power.

First attempt: failure.

The Qi Blood collapsed midway through the construction, consuming over fifty points for nothing.

Second attempt: failure.

He drew a node in the pattern incorrectly, and the Energy immediately conflicted, dissipating into nothingness on the spot.

...

After failing more than a dozen times in a row, Han Feng wasn’t discouraged. On the contrary, his eyes grew brighter and more focused.

This required extremely precise control over his Spiritual Power, to an almost perverse degree.

Fortunately, his understanding of the underlying principles of Runes was profound enough.

With every failure, he could instantly analyze the reason: whether it was unstable Energy output or an error in a node’s structure.

Knowing not just what happened, but why it happened, naturally made his learning twice as effective.

Finally, on his twentieth attempt, as the last stroke fell, the miniature Rune formed from Qi Blood Power flared with a fleeting glimmer of light before completely vanishing into the glass, leaving no trace.

’It worked!’

[Ding! You have successfully constructed the ’Solid’ Rune.]

[You have comprehended the Skill: Rune Construction (Entry Level 1/1000)]