High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 127 Under the Spiritual Vision, There Is Nowhere to Hide

The stall owner was a tall, thin man. When he saw Gao Fei, a few smile lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, and he greeted him familiarly.

"Oh, it's Xiaofei. What are you bringing your friend to shop for today?"

"Uncle Zhang, do you have any good stuff?"

Gao Fei patted the counter familiarly. "My brother urgently needs a wingsuit with a psionic pathway. Do you have any in stock?"

Yes, definitely.

The stall owner, known as Uncle Zhang, responded and turned around to pull a heavy canvas bag from under the table.

"Snapped!"

The canvas bag was thrown heavily onto the counter, kicking up a layer of dust that was barely visible to the naked eye.

Old Zhang straightened up, stubbed out the cigarette in his mouth, dusted off his hands, and slowly unzipped his canvas bag.

Inside the bag, ten long, rectangular packages were neatly stacked.

It was wrapped in thick black tarpaulin, which was covered with solidified machine oil, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"This is a batch of goods I recently received; I haven't had time to open and inspect them yet."

Old Zhang pointed to the packages, his eyes revealing the cunning characteristic of a seasoned veteran.

"They're all wingsuits, some dug out of the ruins, others used by down-on-their-luck hunters to pay off debts."

He looked at Han Feng and continued, "Even the worst one here is worth 15,000 yuan on the market."

"The best one—if I'm not mistaken, it could sell for at least 35,000 or more."

He held up two fingers.

"20,000 contribution points."

"You can pick any one of these ten bags to take with you."

Old Zhang grinned, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow from smoking.

"You're lucky to have picked such a top-quality item."

"You were destined to pick a substandard product."

"That way, nobody owes anyone anything, and we'll still be uncle and nephew when we meet again, how about that?"

Gao Fei's eyes widened instantly.

"Uncle Zhang, are you playing this high? What if someone takes your most treasured possession? Won't you be heartbroken?"

"You have to accept the consequences of your bet."

Old Zhang waved his hand dismissively.

"The black market is all about luck."

When luck comes, nothing can stop it; when luck doesn't come, even gold in your hand can turn into a pile of shit.

Han Feng looked at the ten oilcloth bundles, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

Gambling on luck?

For him, this was practically an open-book exam.

"Okay, let's do as Uncle Zhang says."

Han Feng didn't hesitate and readily agreed.

He stepped forward and pretended to reach out, feeling and tapping each of the oilcloth bundles as if he were trying to distinguish their material and weight.

With a thought, [Spiritual Vision] quietly activated.

In an instant, the gray world before my eyes was replaced by a dazzling burst of energy.

The ten oilcloth bundles in front of him seemed to have been stripped of their outer garments in an instant, revealing the energy fluctuations contained within them clearly.

The first one emitted a faint, pale gray light, like the glow of a flickering candle.

The energy loop is intermittent, clearly indicating that it is a defective product.

The second one is slightly brighter, with a hint of murky green mixed in with the white light.

It's probably a regular Tier 1 psionic wingsuit.

Han Feng's fingers subtly traced the third and fourth...

Most of them were common, low-quality items with dim light, and some even had completely blocked internal psionic nodes, resembling lifeless scrap metal.

Until his hand stopped on the most inconspicuous package in the corner, which even had a piece of dry, hard mud still stuck to it on the tarpaulin.

hum!

Han Feng's gaze sharpened slightly.

A deep, pure, azure light, like a deep-sea vortex, shone from the filthy package, almost stinging his eyes!

The light was not dazzling, but exceptionally concentrated.

The internal energy circuits are as complex as a fine maze, with countless tiny points of light flowing rapidly within, forming a flawless energy cycle.

The intensity of this energy was even brighter than the Tier 2 psionic armor priced at 80,000 contribution points on the stall next to it!

Han Feng's breathing remained steady, and his eyes were as calm as still water.

He didn't pick up the package directly, but instead subtly moved his hand away and patted a few other packages next to him, as if weighing their final weight.

"Brother Feng, choose the long one! It looks like it'll take a lot of weight!"

Gao Fei was giving wild suggestions from the side, making Gao Fei scratch his head in frustration.

"Or that one! That one's wrapped up really well, it must contain something good!"

Old Zhang also had a look of anticipation on his face, leaning against the shelf with his arms crossed.

"Young man, don't listen to this fat guy's nonsense. This stuff isn't sold by weight. Trust your gut feeling."

Han Feng smiled, but his hand eventually landed back on the mud-covered package.

"That's it."

He hooked his finger and pulled out the unassuming package.

Old Zhang raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Sure?"

"This is the worst-looking one in this batch; it was almost rotting in the mud when it was brought in."

"Since it's a gamble, we have to take an unconventional approach."

Han Feng patted the dirt off the surface and said, "I just feel like I have a connection with it."

Gao Fei looked constipated. "Brother Feng, this—this is so filthy! It looks like it was picked out of a garbage dump. How about we get one that's cleaner?"

"I'm not changing it, the order is placed."

Han Feng spoke with certainty.

Without wasting words, Old Zhang pulled out a folding knife from his waist, and with a flash of the blade, deftly cut the rope on the oilcloth.

"With a ripping sound, the layers of oilcloth were peeled away, and a faint, cool metallic scent wafted out."

When the last layer of tarpaulin fell off, the originally dimly lit stall seemed to be illuminated for a moment.

It was a wingsuit that was neatly folded.

It has a matte dark gray finish and is made of neither gold nor wood. It feels cool and smooth to the touch, like leather tanned by some high-level monster.

A row of tiny, dark blue crystals is embedded in the spine of the wingsuit.

What is most striking is the edge of its wing membrane, which is not a straight line, but is covered with fine serrated patterns, with a faint shimmer of light in each pattern.

Upon seeing the whole thing, Old Zhang's nonchalant expression instantly froze.

His usually half-closed eyes suddenly widened, his pupils dilated violently, and the folding knife in his hand fell to the counter with a clatter.

"Holy shit!"

Although Gao Fei was not an expert, just by looking at the shape and texture, he knew it was definitely not an ordinary product. He stared at Lao Zhang with his mouth agape.

"Uncle Zhang, what... what is this thing?"

Old Zhang ignored him, and as if he had seen a ghost, he picked up the wingsuit with trembling hands and examined the inscriptions on the spine over and over again.

After a long while, he finally let out a long breath, raised his head with a pained expression, and looked at Han Feng as if he were looking at a monster.

"You little rascal—are your hands blessed or something?"

Old Zhang shook his head with a wry smile and picked up the wingsuit.

"This is the 'Ghost Bat,' and it's the initial military prototype."

"Ghost Bat?"

Gao Fei scratched his head. "That sounds pretty scary."

"Of course it's scary! How could it not be frightening?"

Old Zhang pointed to the serrations on the edge of the wing membrane, his voice trembling slightly.

"This thing was originally designed for nighttime infiltration!"

"See these serrated edges?"

"This is a miniature wind-elemental rune array!"

"It can cut through airflow at high speeds, achieving absolute silence and generating additional lift!"

"Its skeleton was synthesized from the spinal bone powder of a second-tier demonic beast called the 'Shadow Leopard,' making it both lightweight and tough!"

"Although it's nominally a top-tier Tier 1 item, its actual performance absolutely crushes the vast majority of entry-level Tier 2 psionic wingsuits on the market!"

Old Zhang became increasingly distressed as he spoke, almost clutching his chest.

"When I first received this batch of goods, I thought it was just a regular counterfeit. Who knew it was the real deal!"

"If this thing were auctioned off, it would easily fetch at least 35,000 if someone in the know bought it!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Fei was so happy he almost jumped up and hugged Han Feng's neck.

"I knew it!"

"Brother Feng, your luck is absolutely incredible!"

"Not only did we not spend any money, we also got a top-quality set for free!"

Han Feng touched the cool surface of the wingsuit, and felt a slight tingling sensation on his fingertips.

In his perception, the energy circulation inside the wingsuit was extremely smooth, and it was even eager to resonate with his sword energy.

This is a good "sword".

An absolutely superb sword!

If combined with his own "Sword Control Technique," this thing's agility in the air would probably reach an unbelievable level.

Old Zhang sighed, pushed the folded wingsuit in front of Han Feng, picked up the heavy money bag, and threw it under the counter without even glancing at it.

"Take it away, take it away now, it's annoying to look at."

Old Zhang lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked at Han Feng with a meaningful gaze.

"Young man, with your luck, it would be a shame not to try your luck with those 'blind boxes' over there."

Han Feng raised an eyebrow: "Blind boxes?"

"It's in the big hall just ahead on the left."

Old Zhang pointed to the depths of the passage, "The black market's weekly special feature consists of items dug up from the Void Relics or occupied territories. Some of them are protected by special runes that cannot be scanned by divine sense or measured accurately by instruments."

Upon hearing this, Gao Fei's eyes immediately lit up.

"Brother Feng! Uncle Zhang is talking about that 'Mist Disc' auction!"

He excitedly grabbed Han Feng's arm and shook it.

"That's a great place!"

"I heard someone spent 500 points to buy a broken iron box, and found a perfectly preserved ancient spiritual plant seed inside. They then resold it for 200,000!"

"Become rich overnight!"

Han Feng touched his chin.

This thing is somewhat similar to the jade gambling I heard about in my past life.

Although nine out of ten gamblers lose.

After all, his eyesight is off the charts.

"Let's go take a look."

Han Feng picked up his wingsuit pack, his tone relaxed.

"Alright! Let's go!"

Gao Fei excitedly led the way, explaining things to Han Feng as they walked.

"This 'fog plate' is actually gambling."

"Some of the boxes brought out of the ruins may have been well-sealed, but inside they might just be a handful of ash or a piece of rotten stone."

"But it may also contain fragments of ancient cultivation techniques, rare metals, or even some unknown technological core."

The two walked through several narrow passages, where the number of stalls decreased and the environment became quieter.

A heavy, soundproof door appeared ahead, with two armed guards standing at the entrance.

Gao Fei flashed his admission ticket, and only then did the guard step aside to let him through.

Pushing open the door, the scene inside was completely different from the chaotic market outside.

This is a small auction hall, similar to a university lecture hall, which can accommodate about two hundred people.

The room was about 70-80% full, and the air was filled with the smells of cigars and perfume, creating a slightly tense atmosphere.

There was a display platform half a meter high in front of them, and behind the platform stood a middle-aged auctioneer in a tuxedo, adjusting his collar with a small hammer.

Han Feng and Gao Fei found a corner seat in the back row.