High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 102 One month, I want B-level access!

Gao Fei's expression became furtive.

He lowered his voice, a shrewd smile appearing on his face.

"Brother, you've come to the right person!"

He snapped his fingers, like a conduit for presenting a treasure.

"At Donghai University, if you want to bypass quotas and restrictions to get good stuff, there's no chance through the official channels."

There is only one place.

"black market?"

Han Feng had an idea.

"You got it right!"

Gao Fei's eyes were shining as he counted on his fingers, reciting the stories as if they were his own treasures.

"Cultivation techniques, demon beast cubs, discarded prosthetic bodies from the military, prohibited gene-enhancing drugs, and all sorts of strange and unusual items unearthed from ancient ruins —"

He leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Of course, that also includes the high-level spirit plants you want, and even the hard currency—spirit coins—forged from high-purity spirit energy crystals."

Han Feng became interested.

"How do I get there?"

"The black market is a very murky place."

Gao Fei explained.

"There's more than one entrance; it's located both inside and outside the city."

"But not just anyone can get in; you need connections."

"The entrance to the outer city is subject to extremely strict checks; one must be introduced by a high-ranking official."

"For nobody like us, don't even think about it."

"The entrance to the inner city is more convenient; it's located in an abandoned old industrial area at the junction of the inner and outer cities."

"But you still need someone you know to bring you in, or a token of trust, to get in."

"Otherwise, even if you turn that place upside down, you still won't find the door."

"You have connections?"

Han Feng asked.

"Hehe, this is what I do for a living, bro."

Gao Fei puffed out his chest, looking smug.

"If you want to go, I can take you anytime."

"But I must warn you, the black market is a mixed bag, and it's hard to tell the real from the fake. You can lose everything if you're not careful. You have to rely on your eyesight."

Han Feng nodded.

His spiritual vision allows him to discern the intensity of energy.

Whether it's true or false, there's nothing he can hide from it.

This black market was practically a Taobao paradise tailor-made for him!

But he's not in a hurry right now.

Having just broken through to the ninth level of Body Tempering, his strength needs to be consolidated.

The black market can be used as a last resort.

"Okay, take me to see it when you have time."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Gao Fei buried himself in his business again.

Han Feng sat on the edge of the bed, the words of Captain Zhang Hao and Professor Wen Boyan floating in his mind.

"Go test your talent!"

This matter cannot be delayed any longer.

But before that, he had something even more important to do.

To be promoted to B-level student, one needs to reach the tenth level of Body Tempering, which he is confident in.

However, another condition, obtaining a recommendation for the "Hanging Mountain Secret Realm," is a huge problem.

After much thought, it seemed that there was only one person he could contact before who had the widest network of connections, the highest status, and was genuinely willing to help him.

Senior Brother Zhao Yu.

Whether it's trying to find a solution through the engineering field or asking Zhao Yu to use his connections, it's worth a try.

Having made up his mind, Han Feng said goodbye to Gao Fei and left the dormitory, heading straight for the experimental area of ​​the aviation division.

The "Peregrine Falcon 3rd Generation" project has ended, and the entire experimental area has become much quieter.

Han Feng went all the way to the floor where Zhao Yu worked, but couldn't find him in the office.

After asking around, I learned that Zhao Yu was inspecting the various hangars today, guiding the C-level technicians to solve problems on the project.

At the entrance of Hanfeng No. 3 hangar, Hanfeng saw that familiar figure.

Zhao Yu stood with his hands behind his back in front of a Peregrine fighter jet with its engine cover removed.

A C-level technician, drenched in sweat, was at a loss as to how to deal with the complex psionic circuitry.

Zhao Yu simply stood calmly to the side, saying little, but every word he uttered went straight to the heart of the matter.

"Han Feng?"

Zhao Yu noticed the gaze at the door, turned around, and saw Han Feng. His serious face immediately broke into a smile.

"Hey kid, you're back from the mission?"

"Engineer Zhao."

Han Feng walked forward with a smile.

"Come on, let's go sit in my office."

Zhao Yu patted the technician on the shoulder, offered a few words of encouragement, and then pulled Han Feng toward his office.

As soon as he entered, Zhao Yu closed the door, poured him a glass of water, and asked impatiently.

"How is it?"

"Did they encounter any danger at Jinsui Farm?"

"It's alright, no major setbacks, everything went smoothly."

Han Feng answered casually.

Zhao Yu nodded, and was about to say something when his gaze fell on Han Feng, and he suddenly stopped.

His own cultivation level was already at the peak of the Body Tempering Realm, and he had one foot in the threshold of the Meridian Opening Realm. His perception of blood and qi was far more acute than that of ordinary people.

At that moment, he circled around Han Feng, his surprise gradually turning into horror.

In his perception, Han Feng's blood and qi were frighteningly strong.

That seemingly well-proportioned body contains immense power.

He just stood there, and a wave of scorching heat hit him, making Zhao Yu's skin sting.

That spirit and energy were incomparably sharp.

"Good lad!"

Zhao Yu punched Han Feng on the shoulder, but was jolted back by a tremendous force, which made his hand bones go numb.

His eyes widened as he pointed at Han Feng, his voice trembling.

"Your cultivation level—you—"

"Good luck."

Han Feng scratched his head and took out the explanation he had prepared long ago.

"My talent has awakened a bit more, and I also got some high-quality spiritual plants from the farm's minefield manager. After eating them, I became like this."

"High-quality spiritual plants?"

"Second-order?"

Zhao Yu's eyes lit up.

"Hmm, two second-tier superior-grade plants."

Zhao Yu's facial muscles twitched, and his eyes almost overflowed with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Your luck—is truly unbelievable!"

His face was filled with bitterness.

Even for me, the monthly quota is only three top-grade first-tier plants.

"To get a second-tier plant, you have to use up all the points in the project to exchange for it, and you can't get more than a few plants in a year."

"You've got something else going for you, getting two plants in one mission!"

Han Feng smiled but didn't reply.

Zhao Yu sighed for a moment, then sat back down in his chair, staring intently at Han Feng.

"Speak up, you wouldn't come here without a reason, would you?"

"You just finished your vacation and haven't even submitted your task report yet, but you came straight to me. Something must be wrong."

"Nothing can be hidden from you, Engineer Zhao."

Han Feng didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his first objective.

"Mr. Zhao, I'd like to ask if it's possible to be promoted to a Level B engineer within a month?"

"puff"

Zhao Yu almost spat out the mouthful of water he had just taken a sip of.

He stared at Han Feng with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief, then rolled his eyes, both amused and exasperated.

"What are you thinking about?"

"A month?"

"How long have you been promoted to C-level technician?"

"One month!"

Zhao Yu was so angry at his outlandish idea that he laughed.

"I'm telling you, absolutely impossible!"

Don't even think about it!

He held up his finger and spoke, word by word.

"To be promoted to Grade B, you need to be a core member and successfully complete at least three highly challenging projects!"

"A month?"

"Let alone a month, even six months would be a long shot!"

"However, with your talent, if all goes well, it's very likely that you can achieve this in about a year."

"This is different from martial arts training; you can't be promoted just because you have good talent."

"Each level of engineer corresponds to a real position and responsibility."

"A B-level engineer is either the head of an independent project or a core manager of a large project."

"I manage a group of people and am responsible for investments of hundreds of millions of contribution points."

"You don't have enough experience. If I give you this position, can you hold onto it?"

"Can you take responsibility if the project goes wrong?"

Zhao Yu's words shattered Han Feng's illusions.

Seeing Han Feng's disappointed expression, Zhao Yu's tone softened.

"Hey kid, why are you in such a hurry to advance to Rank B?"

"Isn't the salary of a C-level technician enough for you?"