High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

[Sword Immortal Cultivation Assistant...Activated.]

[Personal panel updated...]

[Career Advancement: Apprentice Swordsman.]

[Rewards distributed: Basic system functions - Proficiency, Skill Initiation, and Performance Techniques have been unlocked.]

[Host's skill "Sword Control Technique" has been upgraded for the first time, triggering "Skill Initiation" and "Skill Body Shaping"!]

A series of notification sounds rang in Han Feng's mind, like a grand victory celebration.

Before he could even feel happy, his mind exploded with a "boom"!

Countless images and countless insights were crammed in!

This knowledge was like an innate instinct that was being reawakened.

How to make the most precise maneuvers with the least amount of energy.

How to find the only stable path in a turbulent current.

How to completely synchronize one's will with this steel creation.

He even "saw" it.

I saw a blurry figure riding a beam of light, weaving through the bamboo forest without a single leaf touching him.

I saw another ray of light, dodging thousands of lightning bolts as it moved through the thunderstorm.

These insights and images have now become his!

Immediately afterwards, a scorching power appeared out of nowhere from the deepest part of his body, instantly rushing to his limbs and bones!

"Well!"

Han Feng's body tensed uncontrollably, and his back slammed hard against the cold seat.

A sharp, tingling sensation exploded from every inch of my bone marrow!

Click! Click!

He could clearly hear the tiny popping sounds emanating from every bone in his body.

It's as if an unseen blacksmith is hammering at his skeleton, inch by inch, trying to break him down and rebuild him!

The muscles were being torn apart, only to be repaired by the heat in the next second, becoming even stronger.

My skin felt a burning stinging sensation, and a layer of sticky black impurities seeped out of my pores, emitting a fishy smell.

This is the art of body sculpting!

The system is modifying his body, making this mediocre physique more suitable for performing the "Sword Control Technique"!

After an unknown amount of time, the excruciating pain from the body-reforming process slowly subsided.

Instead, it brought an unprecedented sense of comfort and power.

Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint in his eyes.

He felt like he could kill a bull with one punch!

With a thought, a pale blue virtual panel unfolded before my eyes.

Name: Han Feng

[Occupation: Apprentice Swordsman (!)]

[Cultivation Level: Body Tempering Realm Level 5 (188/1000)]

【Flying Sword: Beginner - 3 (Pseudo-Magic Weapon)】

[Technique: Body Tempering Technique (Proficiency 388/400)]

【Sword Techniques & Movement: Sword Control Techniques - Introduction (1/1000)】

[Supernatural Powers: None]

[Innate Talent: Sword Bone (2/100, In Transformation)]

[Qi and Blood: 518/518]

Become!

Every word on the panel told him that everything was different!

Three years of patience, three years of anticipation, and today we have finally seen the reward!

Han Feng clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking.

He forced himself to suppress his excitement and refocused his attention on driving.

In that instant, he felt the difference between heaven and earth.

Previously, this "CJ-3" was a tool in his hands, which he needed to control through the control stick, rudder, throttle, and other similar devices.

And now...

This airplane is his body.

He could "feel" every tiny bit of resistance as the wingtips sliced ​​through the air.

He could "hear" the subtle noises coming from each piston in the engine.

He could even "smell" the humidity and temperature of the water vapor in the distant clouds.

This is the true meaning of "man and sword as one"!

A slight smile appeared on Han Feng's lips.

He tried to circulate the "Sword Control Technique" within his body, based on the new knowledge he had just gained.

A surge of vital energy rose from the dantian and began to circulate rapidly along a mysterious path never before seen.

[Ding! The host is currently performing a beginner-level Sword Control Technique!]

Om-!

The body's vital energy seemed to have found an outlet and began to circulate rapidly.

The next second, Han Feng's consciousness suddenly extended outwards and became completely connected with the entire "CJ-3" aircraft!

At this moment, he is this airplane!

The wings are his arms, the tail rudder is his legs, and the engine is his heart!

The vibration of every screw on the fuselage and the wind pressure that every inch of the skin endured were clearly fed back into his mind.

At that moment, the old trainer aircraft seemed to come alive!

[Using the [Sword Control Technique - Beginner] for 1 minute of flight consumes 10 points of health and increases Body Tempering Realm cultivation by 1.]

Upon seeing this notification, Han Feng's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Flying for one minute increases cultivation level by one point?

"Are you kidding me?"

He was dumbfounded.

At Donghai Martial Arts University, those D-level students like him scrimped and saved every day to buy the lowest quality monster meat to replenish their qi and blood, and then worked themselves to the bone to practice the Body Tempering Technique.

If you can gain 3 points of cultivation in a day, you'll get a few words of praise from your mentor.

But what about him now?

All you need to do is fly around in the sky!

"This isn't cultivation, this is fucking cheating!"

Without further hesitation, Han Feng pushed the throttle valve all the way down!

The engine of the "J-3" roared with unprecedented joy, responding to the excitement in his heart.

The fuselage tilted to one side, drawing an incredibly smooth arc in the air.

What used to be a bit awkward to do, I can now do with ease.

Climb!

[Sword Control Technique - Beginner's Proficiency +1.]

[Body Tempering Realm cultivation +1...]

Circling!

[Sword Control Technique - Beginner's Proficiency +1.]

[Body Tempering Realm cultivation +1...]

Dive!

[Sword Control Technique - Beginner's Proficiency +1.]

[Body Tempering Realm cultivation +1...]

Every action is precisely identified by the system as a training session.

He could clearly feel that his vital energy was being rapidly depleted, but at the same time, a purer power was slowly growing.

Time passed by, second by second.

When the fuel warning light started flashing, Han Feng's cultivation level had steadily increased from the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm (188/1000) to (218/1000).

In less than half an hour, his cultivation progress advanced by a full 30 points!

The proficiency level of [Sword Control Technique] has also reached [Beginner: 30/1000].

"It's time to go back."

Han Feng glanced at the fuel gauge and smacked his lips with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

He turned the plane around and headed back towards the aircraft graveyard.

The plane was steadily descending, and he skillfully lowered the landing gear, aiming it at the dilapidated runway.

In the distance, Grandpa Sun was leaning back in his recliner, dozing off with his eyes half-closed.

Hearing the engine, he lazily opened his eyes and glanced at the sky.

"Hmm? This kid seems to be flying more steadily today than yesterday?"

He muttered something.

The next second, his cloudy eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen a ghost.

The CJ-3 trainer entered the runway with a textbook-perfect maneuver.

The moment the wheels touched the ground, there was only a very faint "hiss" sound.

There was no extra bounce.

There was no swaying from side to side.

The entire plane seemed to be gently pressed to the ground by an invisible giant hand, gliding smoothly and finally stopping perfectly at the hangar entrance.

The entire process was quiet, smooth, and elegant.

"Holy shit..."

The half-smoked cigarette butt that Grandpa Sun was holding in his mouth fell directly to the ground.

He's been in this aircraft graveyard for almost twenty years. What kind of pilots hasn't he seen?

A seasoned veteran of the military, a so-called genius from the flight academy of a martial arts university, or even a son of a certain tycoon.

He would bet his entire future drinking money that none of them could land so beautifully!

Is this kid... possessed by an evil spirit?

Han Feng opened the cockpit canopy and jumped out nimbly.

He stretched his body and felt a surge of energy.

Breaking through to the fifth level of Body Tempering, coupled with the "Skill Body Shaping" transformation, has improved his physical fitness by more than one level.

He is now confident that he can easily defeat three of his previous selves with his physical strength alone!

"Kid!"

Grandpa Sun rushed over in three steps, his eyes fixed on Han Feng, as if trying to find something wrong with him.

He walked around Han Feng twice, then suddenly reached out and pinched Han Feng's arm.

His muscles were firm and full of explosive power.

"Did you take performance-enhancing drugs today?" Grandpa Sun's voice was both surprised and suspicious.

Han Feng smiled and subtly withdrew his arm. "Uncle Sun, what's wrong? The plane is perfectly fine, isn't it?"

"Great? That's fantastic!" Grandpa Sun smacked his lips, spitting almost onto Han Feng's face. "Who taught you to land like that? You're even more skilled than our flight instructors here!"

"Maybe... it's talent, I just suddenly got it." Han Feng casually made up a story.

"Talent my foot!" Grandpa Sun spat. "Don't I know what kind of person you are? Last week when you landed, you were swaying from side to side like a drunken goose!"

He stared at Han Feng suspiciously, his eyes sharp.

"Tell me, did you secretly go to some tycoon's private club and use a high-end simulator for extra training?"

Han Feng knew this old man was not easily fooled, so he could only laugh it off.

"Luck, it was pure luck."

He spoke as he walked outside.

Grandpa Sun watched his retreating figure, his brows furrowed into a knot.

Something's not right, something's really not right.

The kid's footsteps were much more steady and powerful than before, each step sounding like he was stepping on a drumbeat.

His overall energy and spirit were completely different.

It used to be an unpolished stone, but now it has a hint of a blade.

It's like... a completely different person?

Han Feng ignored the gazes behind him.

He walked on the bumpy road, feeling the surging blood and energy within him, his heart burning with passion.

He walked firmly and powerfully through the rusty steel graveyard, toward the lights of the distant suspended station.

At this moment, he felt no more confusion.

There is only one goal.

Make money! Earn contribution points!

Use more fuel!

Then, I used my sword to cultivate!