High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Dawn breaks.

East Sea Fortress City, Outer City.

An abandoned area known as the "aircraft graveyard".

Han Feng stood in front of a dilapidated recliner and handed over a chip card.

"Uncle Sun, what are the expenses for this month?"

The old man on the recliner opened his eyes, his cloudy gaze sweeping back and forth between Ka and Han Feng's faces.

He didn't answer.

"Kid, you've saved up enough again?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, filled with confusion.

"1,500 contribution points, just to fly this iron coffin in the sky for an hour? What are you after?"

"Looking at your health, you haven't improved at all in a month. You've been eating nutritional paste every day, your breath must be tasteless, right?"

Han Feng smiled and stuffed the card directly into the old man's hand.

"Please don't worry about me."

His tone was relaxed.

"It's worth it to be able to touch airplanes more often in this lifetime."

"Besides, if I awaken my flying talent and become an ace pilot in the future, you will definitely be credited with a great deal of merit."

"Pah! You, kid, an ace?"

The old man muttered to himself, but ultimately didn't try to persuade him any further.

"Alright, alright, it's still that CJ-3 trainer. We just checked it yesterday."

He picked up an old, scratched terminal, swiped the chip, and waved it away impatiently.

"Take it easy, don't try anything funny. That old relic is falling apart; you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourself!"

"Don't worry, Grandpa Sun, I value my life more than anyone else."

Han Feng turned and walked towards the helipad in the distance.

Despite the uneven cement ground beneath his feet, he walked with remarkable stability.

Not far away, a repairman covered in oil nudged his colleague with his elbow.

"Hey, look, that madman is here again."

His companion glanced at it and clicked his tongue.

"He's really obsessed. I heard he's a D-level student at Wuhan University, working odd jobs at a machine repair shop in the outer city just to save up this little bit of money."

"With these 1,500 points, I could buy two bottles of body tempering liquid and improve my cultivation level long ago. Why waste them on this piece of junk?"

"This crappy plane, once it flies out of the safe zone, even a random Tier 1 Ironfeather Bird could pierce it through. What's the point of training with this thing?"

"That's right. Aerial combat is all about psionic fighters now. Who still plays with this? It's a complete waste of time."

"If my son dared to do that, I'd break his legs!"

"Hey, you're talking like your son can get into Wuhan University."

"roll!"

The murmurs weren't too loud or too soft; Han Feng heard them, but he didn't pay them any mind.

Three years.

He has been in this world for three years.

A cataclysmic world shrouded in "empty fog," where humanity huddles in fortified cities.

From initial fear to current calm, he has long since accepted the fact that he has only average talent.

He was the most inconspicuous D-level student at Donghai Martial Arts University.

After graduation, the best career path is to become a senior technician on the assembly line of a conglomerate; the worst is to become a expendable resource at some outpost in the wilderness.

Of course, he has a secret.

A system dormant deep within his soul.

【Sword Immortal Cultivation Assistant】.

A system that is not yet activated.

Currently, its only function is to display a panel that is as basic as it gets.

Name: Han Feng

[Occupation: Not Activated]

[Cultivation Level: Body Tempering Realm, Level 4 (788/800)]

[Technique: Body Tempering Technique (Proficiency 388/400)]

[Qi and Blood: 498/498]

It was thanks to this function that could accurately display data that he was able to squeeze every last bit of resources out of his training, precisely control his physical condition, and ultimately miraculously get into Donghai Martial Arts University.

But this is not enough.

Far from enough.

The gap in qualifications and resources is a chasm that ordinary people can never cross in their lifetime.

He needs to fully activate the system in order to truly change his fate.

There is only one activation condition: [Introduction to Sword Control Techniques].

He tried every possible method to achieve those four words.

Practicing swordsmanship won't work.

Practicing darts? No good.

He even secretly bought a children's version of a remote-controlled drone, but the system completely ignored him.

He was once in despair.

Until a year ago, when he was working odd jobs in the school's machine repair shop, he accidentally came into contact with a flight simulator.

He played an outdated virtual air combat game called "Eagle Strike".

[Host detected repeatedly simulating shoulder control; Sword Control Proficiency +1]

It was this prompt that gave him hope.

He started working like a madman, pouring all his savings into simulation training.

But when the progress bar reached [99/100], it got stuck.

The system's message was cold and indifferent.

[The practice session has reached its proficiency acquisition cap.]

[Please begin true sword control training, host.]

Thus, this aircraft graveyard became his last hope.

He used all the skills and connections he had learned at the machine repair shop, and even signed a life-or-death contract and an exorbitant damage compensation agreement, in order to gain the qualification to fly the oldest "CJ-3" aircraft.

Han Feng walked slowly around the plane.

The faded paint, the worn-out fuselage—everywhere bears the marks of time.

His fingers traced the cold wings, the rusty landing gear, and the patched tail rudder.

His movements were meticulous, and his eyes were extremely focused.

Inspection complete.

He pulled open the creaking canopy and nimbly flipped himself into his seat.

The hands on the dial had long since turned yellow, and the markings were somewhat blurred.

Han Feng skillfully manipulated various switches and levers.

Check the fuel system!

Turn on the magneto!

Adjust the damper!

Finally, he pressed the start button.

"boom--!"

The engine roared, and the entire fuselage trembled violently.

Han Feng put on his flight helmet, which blocked out some of the noise, and slowly pushed the throttle valve.

The CJ-3 shuddered as it slid out of the hangar and began to accelerate along the makeshift runway.

Bumpy.

shake.

His body heaved violently with the fuselage, but his hands gripping the control stick remained remarkably steady.

With his feet constantly making precise adjustments to the rudder, he kept the fuselage firmly pressed against the runway centerline.

The speed is getting faster and faster!

He gently pulled the control stick back.

The nose of the aircraft rose!

The next second, the entire plane suddenly felt light, broke free from the ground's restraints, and soared into the gray sky at dawn!

The wind whistled in my ears!

The earth recedes rapidly beneath our feet!

The densely packed gray shantytowns of the outer city stood in stark contrast to the glittering inner city behind the high walls in the distance.

One side is a mud pit.

On one side are the clouds.

At that moment, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind!

[Host detected to be flying on a sword...]

[Sword Control Technique Proficiency +1]

Han Feng's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure.

He continued to maneuver his "flying sword," flying smoothly beneath the clouds.

The passage of time becomes exceptionally clear.

[Host detected to be flying on a sword...]

[Sword Control Technique Proficiency +1]

[Host detected to be flying on a sword...]

[Sword Control Technique Proficiency +1]

Every few minutes, the notification he had been longing for would sound.

Finally, after flying for about half an hour...

The final judgment has arrived.

[Host detected to be flying on a sword...]

[Sword Control Technique Proficiency +1]

[Ding! Your Sword Control Technique proficiency has reached 100/100, automatically upgrading to Sword Control Technique: Beginner!]

[Ding! Job change requirements met!]

[Congratulations, host, on becoming an "Apprentice Sword Cultivator"! System fully activated!]