High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 121 The Spirit Gathering Quiet Room Opens, You'll Get Stronger Even While Sleeping!

Han Feng was well aware of Gao Fei's little scheme.

I just wanted to take this opportunity to see the legendary Class B dormitory area.

He didn't expose her, picked up his pitifully small backpack, and the two of them went out together.

The journey from the C-level dormitory area to the B-level elite area felt like stepping from hell into heaven.

The roads are becoming wider and cleaner.

The roadside plants and greenery have also become visibly lush.

The stale smell in the air, a mixture of sweat and cheap nutritional paste, was replaced by a refreshing and sweet aroma.

"Can you feel it?"

Gao Fei closed his eyes, took a deep, greedy breath, and his face was contorted with ecstasy.

"This air, it's fucking sweet!"

"It smells so spiritual! Just sleeping here would probably be better than meditating for half a day in a pigeon coop!"

The Class B dormitory area consists of modern, independent apartment buildings.

The building is no more than ten stories high, and the spacing between the buildings is extravagantly wide, ensuring that every household has ample natural light and absolute privacy.

Han Feng's new home is in Room 301 of Building 7.

I swiped my access card and pushed the door open to enter.

hum.

A surge of pure spiritual energy, several times more concentrated than that in the corridor, rushed towards us.

It instantly washed away the last trace of dust and noise that the two of them had brought from Zone C.

Gao Fei followed behind, letting out a meaningless "wah" from his throat.

This is a standard single apartment with a usable area of ​​over fifty square meters.

Beyond the entryway is a small living room.

A simple fabric sofa and coffee table, spotless and immaculate.

The inner room is the bedroom, with a 1.8-meter-long bed big enough for Gao Fei to roll around in, and next to it are a large wardrobe and a desk.

At the deepest part, there is also a separate bathroom with wet and dry areas.

The entire room features a minimalist style with cool tones, exuding efficiency and calmness.

"This—this is fucking too extravagant!"

Gao Fei completely lost his composure. He rushed to the window and yanked open the curtains.

Outside is a small balcony where you can dry clothes or even put a lounge chair.

"Holy crap! A huge private balcony!"

He rushed into the bathroom like a whirlwind, turned on the faucet, and felt the warm water flowing through his fingertips.

"24-hour hot water! Back home, we had to time our trips perfectly to the public bathhouse and fight with a bunch of rough guys for a spot!"

Finally, he sank into the living room sofa like a lump of mud, letting out a long sigh of extreme satisfaction.

"Damn, this is what a human life should be like."

After touring the room, Gao Fei's gaze finally settled on an inconspicuous metal door in the corner of the bedroom.

There's also a small touchscreen on the door.

His breathing became rapid instantly.

"Old Han, quick! Open this and let me see!"

Gao Fei's eyes were shining, and his voice was trembling.

"What is this?"

Han Feng also became somewhat curious.

"A Spirit Gathering Quiet Room! A standard feature of Class B apartments, and also the most valuable item in this house!"

Gao Fei rushed over in one stride, practically lying on the door, drool almost dripping from his mouth.

"You don't even know this? My god, how did you even pass the B-level exam?"

He stared at Han Feng with the eyes of someone looking at a prehistoric creature.

Then, he held up three fingers, his expression becoming more serious than ever before.

"It's generally accepted that body tempering to the point of meridian opening requires three steps; you should at least know that!"

"The first step, spiritual transformation."

"This step is easy. We can just use a Spirit Awakening Potion. The cheapest Tier 1 Spirit Awakening Potion can be obtained for 100,000 contribution points."

"That stuff can cause a qualitative change in your cells, giving them spirituality," so your body can truly begin to absorb and transform spiritual energy.

"The second step is to expand!"

Gao Fei lowered his voice, filled with awe and longing.

"This process is the most grueling and also the most expensive!"

"You need a mountain of spiritual energy to nourish your body and promote the renewal of all your cells."

"This process can take a genius as little as three months, or a mediocre person a year and a half, or even longer!"

"Countless martial artists are stuck at this stage; without sufficient resources, they'll never be able to break through!"

He slammed his fist on the metal door, making a loud "bang".

"And the purpose of this Spirit Gathering Quiet Room is to provide an environment with an extremely high concentration of stable spiritual energy!"

"So you can complete this crucial second step right in your dorm room, even while lying down and sleeping!"

"Damn, this isn't a house, it's practically a super machine that prints its own money!"

Han Feng understood.

The transformation of the sword bone also requires a massive amount of energy.

This quiet room for gathering spiritual energy was far more valuable to him than Gao Fei could have imagined.

Gao Fei lingered in the new apartment for a good half hour, exploring every nook and cranny, before reluctantly preparing to leave.

Before leaving, he hooked his arm around Han Feng's shoulder and winked at him.

"Old Han, it's a housewarming party, shouldn't we at least treat everyone to a meal?"

"Tianjiao Pavilion?" Han Feng asked.

Gao Fei's eyes lit up instantly, and then he shook his head frantically like a rattle drum.

"No, no, no! That place is too expensive. I'd have to starve for half a month to eat there!"

"Let's go to the standard cafeteria on the second floor. Just add two more main dishes for me!"

Seeing his stingy expression, which showed he wanted to take advantage but was also reluctant to spend the money, Han Feng nodded.

"Okay, this weekend."

"It's a deal!"

After Gao Fei left, the room finally returned to absolute silence.

Han Feng stood in the center of the empty living room, looking around.

From the perpetually sunless basement in the outer city, to the cramped four-person room in Class D, and then to the noisy double room in Class C.

Now, he finally has a private space that is entirely his own, where he can cultivate in peace.

This feeling isn't bad.

He stepped onto the balcony, where the cool night breeze caressed his face, carrying a refreshing and invigorating feeling.

In the distance, the lights of the East Sea Fortress City stretch endlessly.

And beyond the distant horizon lies endless darkness, separated by towering city walls.

Level B trainees are just starting anew.

After a quick wash, Han Feng didn't go to the soft bed, but instead pushed open the door to the Spirit Gathering Quiet Room.

The quiet room is small, only five or six square meters.

The four walls were made of an unknown, warm, grayish-white material.

There was only a prayer mat in the center, nothing else.

Han Feng pressed the start button on the touchscreen at the door.

hum.

A very faint buzzing sound rang out.

On the walls of the quiet room, countless pale blue energy patterns lit up one by one.

The surrounding air seemed to become viscous in an instant.

Extremely pure spiritual energy seeped out from the tiny cracks in the wall, quickly filling the entire space.

Han Feng sat down cross-legged.

He didn't even need to consciously circulate his cultivation technique; the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to have found its home and actively converged towards his body.

He closed his eyes.

In his [Spiritual Vision] state, he could clearly "see" those points of spiritual energy penetrating his skin, flowing along his meridians, and finally converging into his spine.

The sword bone, which had undergone a partial metamorphosis, emitted a pleasant tremor.

A comfortable, slightly tingling itch came from deep within my bones.

This absorption efficiency is far less violent than directly consuming spiritual plants, but it is gentle and long-lasting, and—it's completely free!

The intense training and assessments of the past few days have indeed left him somewhat mentally exhausted.

Enveloped in this comfortable spiritual energy, a strong sense of drowsiness gradually crept in.

Never mind, I'll take a nap first.

Han Feng adjusted his posture, leaned against the wall, and fell into a deep sleep amidst the rich, watery spiritual energy.

Silent all night.

When the first rays of sunlight pierced through the curtains the next morning, casting dappled patterns of light into the room, Han Feng slowly woke up.

He stretched, and his joints crackled and popped.

Feeling refreshed and full of energy.

This quiet room not only aids in cultivation but also significantly improves sleep quality.

He opened his personal panel.

[Innate Talent: Sword Bone (53.05/100, In Transformation)]

As expected, it increased!

Although it only increased by a negligible 0.05.

But this means that as long as he stays in this quiet room every day...

Even if nothing is done, the transformation of the sword bone will proceed slowly but steadily forward.

"This is true welfare."

Han Feng stood up, stretched his limbs, and felt the more solid and powerful qi and blood within his body than yesterday, feeling a sense of peace in his heart.

Next up was the so-called "wingsuit enhancement training course".

Just as he was about to head out to experience the elite restaurant he had only ever heard of, his personal terminal on his wrist vibrated.

It's Su Muxue.

Do you know how to use a wingsuit?

Those five simple words made Han Feng stop in his tracks.

He thought about it and replied truthfully.

Never used it.

Less than three seconds after the message was sent, Su Muxue's communication request popped up.

Han Feng answered the call, and her expressionless, aloof face appeared on the screen.

"You've really never tried wingsuit flying?"

There was a barely perceptible hint of surprise in Su Muxue's tone.

"Is there a problem?" Han Feng asked in return.

"There's a big problem."

Su Muxue's voice turned cold.

"The course I enrolled you in is the 'Advanced Wingsuit Flying and Air Combat Application' intensive training course, not a beginner's course for those with no prior knowledge."

"On the first day of class, there will be a mandatory virtual test."

Those who fail to meet the requirements will be directly relegated to the beginner class and will be completely disqualified from participating in subsequent practical training.

She paused for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts.

"Qin Yueyao, the instructor of the training course, just contacted me and said she saw your information on the list."

"Your file contains no record of wingsuit flying, which is unique in the advanced class."

Su Muxue looked at him and said, "Teacher Qin's suggestion is that you should take the initiative to apply to be transferred to the basic class."

"The intensive course is very fast-paced; no one will waste time teaching you how to open your wingsuit from scratch."

Han Feng frowned.

He finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

Once relegated to the beginner class, this month's intensive training will be completely wasted, and the trip to the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm will also be a pipe dream.

"What are the testing standards?" he asked in a deep voice.

"All three basic interference-free tests must achieve a rating of 'good' or higher."

Su Muxue's expression turned serious.

You only have a day and a half.

"Now, go to the full sensory simulation training center immediately and raise your rating to 'good'."

"With your flying talent and A+ level perception, theoretically—it shouldn't be difficult."

"it is good."

Han Feng didn't waste any words and directly cut off the communication.

He immediately changed into his brand-new B-level elite training uniform and strode towards the multi-functional simulation training center.

The receptionist at the training center was still the same long-haired girl from last time.

She was idly scrolling through the light screen when she saw someone approaching, and habitually looked up.

When she saw that the person who came was Han Feng, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The young man before me wore a crisp, dark blue B-grade elite training uniform, exuding an aura of calm composure.

This was completely different from the "madman" she remembered who wore a cheap C-grade technician uniform and trained himself to exhaustion for thirty consecutive hours.

"Hello, I need a full-sensory flight simulator training pod."

Han Feng handed over the ID card.

"Okay, Han."

The girl snapped out of her daze and quickly started operating the system.

When she swiped Han Feng's ID card on the card reader and saw the words "[B-level Martial Arts Student]" and "[Overall Talent Rating: A+]" pop up on the screen, the surprise in her eyes finally turned into understanding and awe.

It turned out to be the case.

It is a monster that has awakened an A+ level talent.

No wonder—no wonder he could advance at such an astonishing speed.

From an unknown C-level technician, in such a short time, he directly skipped a profession and was promoted to the B-level martial arts student that countless people dream of.

Behind this lies a terrifying talent that ordinary people cannot imagine.

"Student Han, training pod A-28 has been unlocked for you."

The girl's voice unconsciously carried a hint of respect.

Han Feng took the card, thanked him, and headed straight for the training area.

Enter the familiar simulator and change into a close-fitting flight suit covered with sensors.

Han Feng found the option for [Wingsuit Flight Simulation] in the system menu.

A cold, mechanical voice rang in my ears.

[This user has been detected as performing this training for the first time —]

[Do you want to proceed with the tutorial?]