High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 117 Sponsorship? Sorry, I don't sign contracts of servitude.

The agreement is very simple.

A standard B-level genius grant contract.

Three million contribution points annually.

The term is five years.

Until Han Feng graduated from Donghai Martial Arts University.

The price is that after graduation, Han Feng will need to serve the Su family's Psionic Technology Research Institute for at least ten years.

"Han Feng, I know that the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm is very attractive to martial artists."

"But have you ever considered that you're only at the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm right now?"

Su Muxue picked up her teacup, her voice devoid of emotion.

"The dangers within the second-tier secret realm far exceed your imagination."

"Even martial artists at the Meridian Opening Realm have perished inside."

"Every year, quite a few so-called geniuses lose their lives because they are too ambitious."

She was stating a fact that had nothing to do with her.

"With your talent, there's absolutely no need for you to take this risk."

"You will receive the funding without any problem, and you will never lack resources for your spiritual practice."

She seemed worried that Han Feng might not understand what three million contribution points meant, so she added.

"Three million a year, that's 250,000 a month."

"This amount is enough for you to buy the best body-tempering potions on the market."

"It can even cover all the energy consumed in the early stages of the Meridian Opening Realm."

"Shouldn't you reconsider?"

Han Feng remained unmoved.

Su Muxue frowned slightly.

She had seen many geniuses, but never anyone who could resist such temptation.

"If you feel that B-level funding doesn't do justice to your talent,"

She paused for a moment, as if she had made up her mind.

"I can go back and discuss it with the family to apply for an A-level grant for you."

"Five million contribution points annually."

Upon hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help but raise his eyelids.

Five million a year!

That's quite a large sum indeed.

"What do I need to give in return if I accept A-level funding?"

Han Feng wasn't blinded by emotion and went straight to the point.

A hint of approval flashed in Su Muxue's eyes; she enjoyed dealing with intelligent people.

She didn't hide anything and directly pulled up another agreement on the terminal.

The conditions for Category A funding are also more stringent.

After graduation, I will be required to serve the Su family for fifteen years.

Furthermore, all of his research findings and patented inventions will belong to the Su family within these fifteen years.

Han Feng glanced at it and lost interest.

"I'm sorry, Miss Su, but I still want a spot at Suspended Mountain."

He refused outright.

Su Muxue was completely stunned.

She couldn't figure it out.

Five million contribution points a year, isn't that enough to impress this young man?

Just how high are his ambitions?

Does he really believe that he can do better on his own than the platform provided by the Su family?

Su Muxue frowned slightly.

She put away the contract on the terminal, feeling that there was no point in continuing the discussion.

This young man, like his incredible flying skills, is completely unfathomable.

"Since you insist on going to the Hanging Mountain, I won't stop you."

Su Muxue changed the subject.

"However, I need to remind you."

"Although I have a recommendation quota, not just anyone can be recommended; there is a very basic condition."

"What are the conditions?"

Han Feng asked.

"Your current status is C-level technician."

"The unwritten rule is that the recommendation slots I have are only given to students or technicians at level B or above."

Su Muxue looked at him and said, word by word.

"Therefore, you need to be promoted to Rank B first."

"Otherwise, I won't be able to explain this to my family and the academy."

Upon hearing this, Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought it was some huge problem, but it turned out to be just a promotion to B-level.

"That's easy. I should be able to reach the tenth level of Body Tempering within a week, and then I can participate in the assessment for B-level students."

Seeing Han Feng's confident demeanor, Su Muxue didn't say anything more.

She remembered something else important and spoke again.

Even if you are promoted to B-level, you only qualify for a recommendation.

"To truly reap the rewards in the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm, you also need to master a key skill."

"The Hanging Mountain, as its name suggests, is composed of countless islands suspended in the air."

"The islands are far apart and are subject to strong winds, and there are no means of air transportation on them."

"The only way to move freely within it is to master wingsuit flying."

Wingsuit flying?

Han Feng had seen this entry in the college's brochure.

It is an extremely niche and highly dangerous extreme sports course.

Only a select few elite flight academies or members of special operations units will choose to take this course.

"The academy will offer a special wingsuit enhancement training course for the trials in the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm."

"The course will start in a week, and it will only be open to students at level B and above."

Su Muxue looked at him.

"I can use my access to register you in advance."

"But I hope that when you go to class, you'll be wearing the badge of a B-level student."

"Otherwise, a C-level technician parachuting into a class of B-level elites would attract a lot of unnecessary trouble and criticism."

Han Feng immediately understood what she meant.

"I understand. I'll definitely get it done within a week."

"very good."

Su Muxue nodded and stood up from her seat.

After the matter was settled, she showed no intention of lingering.

"If you ever come to a decision and want to sign the sponsorship agreement, you can contact me anytime."

"The doors of the Su family are always open for you."

She left those words behind, then turned and left the tea room, leaving Han Feng with only a dashing silhouette.

Han Feng looked in the direction she left, lost in thought.

He picked up the slightly cooled spiritual tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

Although this thing contains not much spiritual energy, it cannot be wasted.

By the time we left the design institute, it was completely dark.

As Han Feng walked back to his dormitory, he already had a clear plan in mind.

The next step is to raise my cultivation level to the tenth level of the Body Tempering Realm!

Han Feng opened his attribute panel and took a look.

Cultivation Level: Ninth Level of Body Tempering Realm (920/1800)

These past few days of intensive training at the aircraft graveyard, coupled with taking a lot of medication, have made significant progress.

With a little more effort, the rest should be done in three or four days.

Outer city, aircraft graveyard.

Han Feng found Grandpa Sun, who was lying in a rattan chair reading a newspaper, with practiced ease.

"Sir, I'd like to rent a plane."

Grandpa Sun lifted a corner of the newspaper and glanced at him lazily.

"Another peregrine falcon? It's settled then, three thousand an hour, no credit."

"Rent it for a longer period this time."

Han Feng handed over his personal terminal. "Give me fifty hours first."

"Five...fifty hours?"

Grandpa Sun sat up abruptly, the newspaper in his hand slipping to the ground.

He grabbed the terminal and stared at the 150,000 contribution points transfer record on it, his cloudy eyes filled with shock.

Did this kid rob some tycoon's warehouse?

"You little brat, are you serious?"

Grandpa Sun returned the terminal to him, giving him a strange look as he looked him up and down.

"With so much money, wouldn't it be better to buy a better cultivation technique or a few good potions than to fly this crappy plane?"

"You don't understand."

Han Feng smiled, took the key, and turned to walk towards the hangar.

"For me, this is the best form of spiritual practice."

Grandpa Sun watched his retreating figure, shook his head, picked up the newspaper again, and muttered something under his breath.

"Young people these days are getting weirder and weirder."

Inside the hangar, Han Feng stroked the cold fuselage of the "Peregrine Falcon" as the system notification sounded as expected.

[A low-grade magical artifact, the Peregrine Falcon, has been detected. Establish a mental link?]

"Yes."

Buzz—

The familiar state of "human-machine integration" has arrived.

Han Feng jumped into the cockpit and neatly stacked the hundred recovery potions in the storage compartment next to him.

Looking at these little blue bottles, he felt a surge of pride.

The next few days will be the time to witness the power of money!

"take off!"

With engines roaring, the fighter jet, like a silver streak, soared into the cloudless sky.

The tedious yet highly efficient "pay-to-win" training has officially begun.

Han Feng piloted the "Youji" and performed various extreme maneuvers in the air.

Every roll and every rise was frantically squeezing out his vital energy.

[Ding! Sword Control Technique (Mastery) Proficiency +3]

[Ding! Body Tempering Realm cultivation +2]

When his health and mana value dropped below the 30% warning line, he picked up a recovery potion without hesitation and drank it all in one gulp.

The powerful medicinal effects dissolved within his body, replenishing his depleted blood and energy.

Then, continue!

From dawn to dusk, and from night to day.

Han Feng was completely immersed in the thrill of his rapidly increasing cultivation level, forgetting about time and his fatigue.

Above the aircraft graveyard, the "Youji" fighter jet seemed to have transformed into a tireless silver swift, dancing wildly in the clouds day and night.

On the first day, he used up all twenty-five potions, and his cultivation progress increased from (920/1800) to (1350/1800).

The next day, with the same twenty-five potions, the progress reached (1780/1800), just one step away from a breakthrough.

On the morning of the third day.

When Han Feng drank the fifth dose of medicine today, he felt that the power of qi and blood in his body had reached an unprecedented peak, and his meridians were throbbing with pain.

Just one more thing!

"Now!"

A glint flashed in Han Feng's eyes, and he suddenly pushed the control lever all the way down!

With a strained hum, the Peregrine Falcon roared as it hurtled towards the sky at an almost vertical angle!

[Sword Control Technique - Mastered!]

[Movement Technique: Spiral Charge!]

Han Feng unleashed all the techniques he could in that instant, his internal energy surging forth like a floodgate opening!

Fifty percent

20 percent —

Five percent

Just as his blood and energy were about to run out and his vision began to darken.

Deep within his dantian, a surge of heat erupted!