High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 126 Spiritual Vision Activated! The Black Market is Full of Treasures!

Gao Fei had mentioned it before.

The underground black market in Donghai Fortress City sells everything.

Who knows, there might be some good quality, affordable second-hand advanced wingsuits there.

Just in time, he needed to purchase some high-level spiritual plants to accelerate the transformation of his sword bones.

A trip to the black market is a must.

After making up his mind, Han Feng said goodbye to Zhang Hao and the others.

He quickly returned to his dormitory.

He took out his personal terminal, found Gao Fei's number, and dialed it.

As soon as the call connected, Gao Fei's exaggerated voice came through.

"Feed? Holy crap, Brother Feng?"

"Why did you, such a busy person, suddenly think of calling me?"

"Fatty, I have a question for you."

Han Feng got straight to the point.

Are there used wingsuits sold on the black market?

"The kind that has a psionic pathway."

"Second-hand wingsuits?"

Gao Fei paused for a moment, then lowered his voice and chuckled.

"Of course!"

"Brother Feng, why are you asking this? Do you want to get one too?"

"Hmm, I have some ideas."

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

Gao Fei's voice was full of smugness.

"In the black market, forget about secondhand wingsuits; if you're willing to pay the price, we can even get you eggs from third-tier demonic beasts!"

"How about it, Brother Feng? Want me to show you around?"

"That's exactly what I've been waiting for you to say."

Han Feng smiled.

When are you free?

"Anytime!"

Gao Fei patted his chest.

"How about tonight? There's a small auction tonight with some good stuff."

"OK!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the south gate of the school at 7 p.m.

After hanging up the call, Han Feng glanced at his account balance.

With the money I earned from repairing airplanes, plus various rewards and subsidies from my A+ talent, I still have over 160,000 contribution points.

That should be enough.

He entered the Gathering Spirit Quiet Room, sat cross-legged, and began to recover the energy and spirit he had consumed during the day.

It was evening.

Han Feng changed into a very ordinary gray casual outfit and met up with Gao Fei, who was already waiting downstairs at the dormitory.

Gao Fei chuckled when he saw Han Feng's attire.

"Brother Feng, you know your stuff!"

"When you go to those kinds of places, you have to dress like a pauper, otherwise you'll easily get ripped off."

The two boarded a public hovercar.

Instead of heading to the bustling inner city center, the car drove towards an old industrial area at the border of the inner and outer cities.

Finally, it stopped in front of a huge abandoned cannery.

A sign hangs on the rusty gate that reads "Factory area under renovation, no unauthorized personnel allowed."

Gao Fei, familiar with the route, led Han Feng through an inconspicuous little door on the side.

The place was overgrown with weeds, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and dust.

After passing through several dilapidated factory buildings, Gao Fei stopped in front of a huge underground ventilation shaft.

He took out two black metal cards from his pocket and handed one to Han Feng.

"Here, your entry pass."

Near the ventilation opening, at an entrance disguised as a manhole cover repair shop, stood two burly men in black overalls.

Their eyes were sharp.

Gao Fei stepped forward and handed over the two cards.

After inspecting the manhole, the burly man nodded expressionlessly and opened the heavy manhole cover.

A smoky, hot wind, a mixture of engine oil, sweat, and cheap spices, hit me.

Beneath the manhole cover lies a spiral metal staircase leading into the darkness.

"Let's go, Brother Feng, welcome to the other side of East Sea Fortress City."

Gao Fei smiled and walked down first.

The spiral staircase wasn't long; it descended about twenty meters before the view suddenly opened up.

This is an underground market converted from a giant air-raid shelter.

The dome is very high, and on both sides of the wall, there is a huge, inward-sloping cave at regular intervals.

Dim lights shone down from the overhead pipes, illuminating the bustling crowd in the main passageway.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining, and the clanging of metal mingled together, creating a vibrant, untamed atmosphere.

"How about it, spectacular, isn't it?"

Gao Fei lowered his voice, a hint of smugness in it.

"This is the underground black market of the East China Sea."

"As long as you have money, you can buy anything, from cultivation manuals to baby monsters."

Han Feng nodded, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

The people here come from all walks of life.

There were lone martial artists dressed in tattered clothes, wealthy businessmen and bodyguards in suits, and students like them who came to shop online.

With a slight thought, his [Spiritual Vision] quietly activated.

hum!

The underlying logic of the entire world was instantly rewritten before his eyes!

Gao Fei, standing beside him, was surrounded by a thin red halo, representing his meager amount of vital energy.

Most of the people on the main passageway had this red glow on them, though the intensity varied.

Soon, he discovered a small group of people who were different from the crowd.

The red light emanating from those people was exceptionally intense.

More importantly, there was a brighter ball of light in the location of their dantian.

Fine energy lines, the same color as the light cluster in the dantian, extended from the light cluster, spreading throughout the body and forming a complex and bright energy network!

Meridians!

This is a martial artist who has opened up their meridians and reached the Meridian Opening Realm!

This discovery gave him a slight jolt.

Doesn't this ability mean he can see through most people's cultivation level at a glance?

His gaze then fell upon the stalls inside the "cave dwellings" on both sides.

Most of the items displayed on the stalls also emitted various colors of light, but not as intensely as those emitted by the human body.

He observed carefully and found that the expensive psionic weapons and potions usually emitted a brighter and purer light.

Those that are cheaper, however, are much less appealing.

of course there are exceptions.

He saw a rusty dagger on a stall, priced at only three hundred contribution points, casually tossed in a corner.

But in his [spiritual vision], the dagger emitted a cold, pale blue light.

Its brightness even surpassed that of a psionic pistol priced at three thousand next to it!

【Spiritual Vision】is simply a divine skill tailor-made for finding bargains on Taobao!

"Brother Feng, what are you thinking about? Your eyes are practically glued to the screen."

Gao Fei nudged him with his elbow.

"Let's get a gun first. With a weapon, we'll feel safer wandering around."

"Walk."

Han Feng snapped out of his daze, temporarily suppressing his urge to go back and buy the dagger, and followed Gao Fei deeper into the black market.

The gun-selling area was located in the most remote corner of the black market, in a huge, secluded cave.

It was noticeably quieter here, with a dozen or so stalls scattered about. Most of the stall owners were taciturn, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Gao Fei led him to a stall. The stall owner was a one-eyed man who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Uncle Long, I brought a friend to patronize your business!"

Gao Fei greeted him familiarly.

The one-eyed man opened his good eye, his cloudy pupil sweeping over Han Feng before looking at Gao Fei, his voice hoarse.

"You brat, what kind of junk are you trying to rummage through here again?"

"Who is this?"

"My best buddy, Han Feng."

Gao Fei patted his chest.

One-Eyed Dragon nodded and pointed to the dozen or so guns of varying lengths on the stall.

"Take a look yourself. If you see something you like, you can try it out at the shooting range in the back. Ten contribution points for one bullet."

Han Feng activated [Spiritual Vision], his gaze sweeping over the guns one by one.

Most of the firearms had a dull and ordinary glow, except for a rugged black pistol in the corner that emitted a dazzling blue light.

"I'll give it a try this time."

Han Feng pointed at the pistol.

The one-eyed man glanced at it, somewhat surprised.

"Good taste."

The three of them arrived at a small shooting range behind the stall.

It's called a shooting range, but it's actually just a narrow passage about thirty meters long with a thick steel plate hanging at the end.

Han Feng picked up the pistol called "Sand Python." It was extremely heavy, weighing at least five kilograms.

He skillfully checked the magazines and loaded them, his movements swift and efficient.

He didn't aim properly, and fired a shot without even raising his hand.

"Bang!"

A loud bang echoed through the passage, and a burst of fire shot from the gun muzzle.

The immense recoil caused his arm to jerk upwards, but he used his core strength to instantly regain his balance.

A clear bullet hole remains on the steel plate target at the end of the passage.

"Great gun!"

Han Feng praised.

This gun is not only incredibly powerful, but it also has a simple psionic pressure array engraved inside, which can amplify his vital energy.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Han Feng fired several shots, gradually getting used to the recoil of the "Sand Python," and the muzzle rise became less and less.

"I'll take this one. How much?"

"1500, and I'll give you three magazines."

The one-eyed man quoted a price.

Han Feng didn't haggle, but instead asked another question.

"How many armor-piercing rounds are left for this gun?"

"I still have a thousand rounds in stock, each round worth twenty contribution points."

"I'll take them all."

Gao Fei watched from the side, his eyelids twitching.

One armor-piercing round costs twenty contribution points, so a thousand rounds would cost twenty thousand points!

Including the cost of the gun, 21,500 yuan was spent in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Feng, are you going to war?"

"Better safe than sorry."

Han Feng put on the gun and the tactical backpack full of bullets, feeling much more at ease.

Seeing how readily he bought the bullets, Uncle Long gave him three extra spare magazines.

The transaction was completed, and the two turned and left.

After walking a few steps, Han Feng still asked a question.

"Are you very familiar with this Uncle Long?"

Gao Fei's signature playful smile vanished instantly, and he fell silent for a rare moment before letting out a sigh.

"His name is Long Xiao, and he was my dad's former teammate."

Seeing Han Feng's gaze, Gao Fei revealed a rare hint of melancholy.

"My dad used to be a monster hunter. He and a few brothers formed an adventure group called the Bloodblade Group," making a living in the occupied territories.

"Uncle Long is a member of the group."

"Once, they took on a big job, but they fell into an ambush, and neither my dad nor the regimental commander came back."

"Uncle Long is blind in one eye."

Gao Fei scratched his head and continued.

"Later, the adventurer group disbanded, and the survivors returned to Donghai City to do some small business."

"Uncle Long has taken good care of me all these years since I lost my father."

"Several of my dad's old buddies are in this black market."

Han Feng remained silent and patted him on the shoulder.

He never imagined that this chubby man, who was always laughing and joking and whose eyes were full of business acumen, had such a past.

He also realized that Gao Fei's connections and information channels were not entirely due to his own efforts, but rather largely due to the legacy left by his parents.

The two were silent for a while, and Gao Fei quickly returned to his carefree self.

"Let's go, let's not talk about this anymore!"

"I'll get you a wingsuit! I guarantee it'll be high-quality and cheap!"

He led Han Feng through a maze of turns until they arrived at an area that specialized in selling flight equipment and vehicle parts.

They stopped in front of a stall that had a sign that read "Used Flying Equipment".