Chapter 127: Chapter 125: Linking the Flying Sword

Han Feng found a wingsuit that fit him.

He held it in his hands. It felt cool to the touch, a mix of metal and flexible composite fiber.

Just as he was about to put it on, the system’s notification sound echoed unexpectedly in his mind.

[Detected new Flying Sword: Standard Glider Wing-7 Type]

[Grade: Mortal Artifact (Lower Grade)]

[Establish Spiritual Link?]

’Sure enough!’

A thought stirred in Han Feng’s mind.

’Even though it’s only the lowest-grade "Mortal Artifact," as long as the system recognizes it as a "sword," then everything will be easy.’

"Establish link."

The next second, a familiar warm current flowed in from his palm.

He felt as if his consciousness had merged with the wingsuit.

Every part of its structure, every inch of its skin, every single strut, became incredibly clear in his Perception.

It felt as if he had grown a new pair of wings.

He couldn’t wait to try mobilizing his Qi Blood and piloting it with the Sword Control Technique.

However, when he sent a stream of Qi Blood Power into the wingsuit, he found that the energy was like water without a source—it had nothing to attach to.

This wingsuit was a purely physical structure, with no circuits for energy to flow through.

[Warning: Target Flying Sword does not have a Spiritual Energy Path. Advanced Swordsmanship Control Techniques like "Sacrificial Refining" cannot be performed. Qi Blood Power cannot be amplified.]

Han Feng’s brow furrowed slightly.

’It doesn’t work?’

This was like being given a supercar only to find it had no engine.

He could only use the state of Human-Machine Unity for fine control far beyond that of a normal person, but he couldn’t use his Qi Blood Power to give it extra propulsion or reinforcement. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"What’s wrong, Han Feng?"

Wang Meng, who was already fully suited up beside him, couldn’t help but ask when he saw Han Feng staring blankly at the wingsuit.

"Brother Meng, are all the wingsuits we’re using this basic model?"

Han Feng asked.

"Are there any... you know, like fighter jets, with spiritual energy circuits inside?"

"Spiritual energy circuits?"

Wang Meng paused for a moment, then it dawned on him.

"Oh, you’re talking about Advanced Wingsuits with Spiritual Energy Paths."

He patted the black wingsuit he was wearing.

"What we’re wearing now are all standard-issue suits provided by the academy for free. Other than the size, there’s no difference."

"They’re just gliding suits, nothing more than high-grade canvas."

"The really good stuff, you have to buy yourself."

Wang Meng lowered his voice.

"Advanced Wingsuits are divided into three levels: Tier One, Tier Two, and Tier Three."

"They all have basic Spiritual Energy Paths carved into them, which allow a Martial Artist’s Qi Blood or Inner Qi to circulate inside and provide extra power."

"Plus, they’re imbued with different Rune Arrays. Some assist with turning, others provide short bursts of acceleration—the functions are incredibly varied."

"They’re divided into those three Tiers based on their materials and the complexity of their runes."

"Then why isn’t there a Tier Four?"

Han Feng asked subconsciously.

The moment he finished speaking, Gu Yun, who was standing nearby, shot him a look one might give a country bumpkin.

A mocking smile played on his lips.

"I say, Han the Genius, don’t tell me you don’t even know this?"

Gu Yun said languidly.

"Let me ask you, what’s the signature ability of a Tier Four Grandmaster?"

"Low-altitude flight..."

Han Feng answered.

"Well, there you have it!"

Gu Yun spread his hands.

"They can fly on their own. What would they need a wingsuit for?"

"Because they don’t look cool enough flying and want to add some wings for decoration?"

His words were sarcastic, but the logic was simple and clear.

A Grandmaster at the Tier Four Divine Containment Realm, whose Divine Thought connected with heaven and earth and whose Primordial Qi circulated on its own, could already break free from the earth’s shackles.

For them, something like a wingsuit was indeed superfluous.

That’s why the highest-tier wingsuits available on the market were only Tier Three.

They corresponded to the three Martial Arts Realms incapable of flight: the Body Tempering Realm, the Meridian Passage Realm, and the Enlightenment Realm.

Han Feng had a sudden realization. He felt like he had indeed asked a stupid question.

It was mainly because he had never personally seen a Grandmaster in action and had no real sense of that level of power.

"So... where can I get an Advanced Wingsuit? Are they expensive?"

Han Feng immediately got to the most crucial question.

"Of course they’re expensive!"

Wang Meng picked up the conversation.

"The academy’s Contribution Point store sells them."

"A Tier One suit starts at a minimum of 30,000 Contribution Points."

"For a Tier Two, the price jumps tenfold. They generally start at a base of 100,000 Contribution Points."

"The ones with better functions and special materials selling for two or three hundred thousand is normal."

"As for Tier Three, those have an astronomical price, in the millions of Contribution Points. You could buy an entry-level trainer aircraft for that much."

"Usually, only the big shots at the Enlightenment Realm would even consider one."

Han Feng inwardly sucked in a sharp breath.

He was secretly astonished; this stuff really burned through money.

But he quickly figured it out.

’You can’t expect the horse to run if you don’t feed it, can you?’

The rewards Qin Yueyao had presented... even the lowest-ranked Clear Heart Talisman cost 15 points.

’Based on 3 points for an "Excellent" rating, I’d need to get five "Excellent" ratings just to afford that.’

’Not to mention the Space-Breaking Talisman and the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl at the top of the list, whose value was immeasurable.’

’If a decent wingsuit could help me get a higher rank in the assessment and let me trade for a Tier Two Upper Grade life-saving item, then this investment would absolutely be worth it!’

With that thought, Han Feng had already made up his mind.

Just then, a student who looked to be from a wealthy family raised his hand and asked.

"Teacher Qin, can we use our own wingsuits for the training and assessment?"

All eyes focused on Qin Yueyao.

"You can."

Qin Yueyao’s answer was crisp and direct.

"The academy only looks at the final results. We don’t restrict the methods you use."

"As long as you have the ability, even if you manage to get a Tier Three wingsuit, that’s a testament to your own skill."

"I encourage you to use your own exclusive equipment, as it will maximize your chances of survival in the Secret Realm."

Her words were like a stone tossed into a calm lake.

Many of the students present began to have ideas.

Those with connections and family resources were already starting to scheme about how to get an Advanced Wingsuit.

Han Feng was even more determined. He had to find a way to get at least a Tier One wingsuit.

...

After everyone had put on their wingsuits, they followed Qin Yueyao onto a large elevator and ascended to the top of a 500-meter-tall air defense watchtower.

This was one of the academy’s outer defensive facilities. The view was wide and open, and it was also used as the starting point for Wingsuit Flying training.

Standing on the edge of the 500-meter-high platform, the wind howled. Below them was a simulated mountain range that looked like a scale model.

"Wingsuit Flying has a core of just one word: posture."

Qin Yueyao’s voice remained perfectly clear in the wind.

"Your body is the plane’s wings and tail."

"The angle at which you open and close your arms determines your glide ratio and speed."

"Bringing your legs together or separating them is for turning and stability."

"And your core strength in your waist and abdomen is the foundation that connects your whole body, allowing you to perform all kinds of difficult maneuvers."

"Today’s first training exercise is a precision drop."

She pointed to a circular area on the ground below, marked with a red line, about ten meters in diameter.

"The target is right there."

"Jump from here and land safely within the target area."

"Remember, don’t try to use brute force against the airflow. You must learn to feel the wind and use it."

"Who wants to go first?"

Qin Yueyao’s gaze swept over the crowd.

Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment, no one dared to be the one to stick their neck out.

"I will!"

A resonant voice rang out. It was Wang Meng.

He rolled his brawny neck and was the first to walk to the edge of the platform.

"Very good."

Qin Yueyao nodded.

Wang Meng took a deep breath and, without the slightest hesitation, leaped!

His body traced a parabola through the air, plummeting rapidly.

After falling for nearly a hundred meters, he suddenly spread his limbs. The wingsuit’s gliding membrane instantly filled with wind, and his downward momentum immediately shifted into a forward glide.

Although Wang Meng’s movements were a bit clumsy, like a lumbering bull, his core strength was immense, and his posture was very stable.

After circling twice in the air and gradually getting used to the feeling, he began to adjust his direction and fly toward the red circle on the ground.

In the end, he stumbled and landed precariously on the very edge of the red circle, drawing a round of cheers.

"Next!"

With someone having taken the plunge, the following students also mustered their courage and leaped from the tower one after another.

Most of them managed to glide successfully, but their forms varied.

"Han Feng."

Qin Yueyao’s voice called out.

Han Feng walked to the edge of the platform, feeling the fierce wind rush against his face.

He took a direct step forward and leaped into the air.

The sensation of weightlessness washed over him as the wind howled in his ears.