High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

This scene made Qian Gong's heart skip a beat.

For a tech fanatic like Chen Gang, who is stubborn to the core, to personally admit that his theory requires a "higher-dimensional path," this goes beyond mere technical admiration.

This is the collapse and reconstruction of faith.

"Alright, alright, stop with the sour stuff!"

A giant wine glass, larger than a human face, was lifted by Li Wei with one hand. The amber-colored wine swirled in the glass, reflecting a dangerous light.

He hooked his arm around Han Feng's shoulder, his arrogant eyes revealing the unique aggression of a pilot.

"Come on, Han Feng, if you're a man, drink this!"

Han Feng's gaze fell on the enormous wine glass, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Are you drinking, or are you planning to take me straight to the infirmary?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Do you dare?!"

Li Wei raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Han Feng's gaze pierced through the wine, and an incredibly pure energy fluctuation was clearly fed back into his senses.

[System notification: High-purity spirit plant-brewed wine detected. Drinking it can replenish qi and blood in small amounts.]

His eyes lit up instantly.

It turned out to be the case.

In high society banquets, even the alcohol itself is a resource for spiritual practice.

Without saying a word, he picked up his wine glass, tilted his head back, and chugged it down!

[Qi and Blood +1]

[Qi and Blood +1]

……

The scorching energy flowed from the throat all the way into the stomach, then exploded with a bang, transforming into a torrent of pure qi and blood that washed over the limbs and bones!

Every pore opened up under this force, emitting a satisfied groan.

happy!

"Impressive drinking capacity!"

Li Wei gave a thumbs-up and downed his drink in one gulp.

The atmosphere of the banquet reached its peak during this heavy drinking session.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Zhao Yu stood at the door of the private room, looking at his subordinates who were eating and drinking heartily and whose faces were flushed. A genuine sense of satisfaction appeared on his weathered face.

He clapped his hands, the sound drowning out all the noise.

"Alright, everyone!"

"The 'Peregrine Falcon III' project has come to a successful conclusion today!"

He changed the subject, a hint of cunning in his voice.

"Starting tomorrow, the project team will be temporarily disbanded and everyone will be on holiday!"

"Whenever there's a new project, I'll drag you all back one by one!"

"Oh ho!"

"Finally, I can get a good night's sleep!"

A wild cheer, as if everyone had survived a disaster, erupted from the crowd.

Zhao Yu smiled, but his gaze pierced through the crowd like a hawk, precisely locking onto Han Feng.

"Han Feng, wait a moment, don't rush off."

Upon hearing this, everyone gave Han Feng a knowing look, then laughed and went their separate ways, arm in arm.

Soon, only Zhao Yu and Han Feng remained at the door.

A night breeze blew by, carrying a touch of the cool, spiritual air unique to the inner city, dispelling the effects of the alcohol on the two.

Zhao Yu handed Han Feng a cigarette, lit one for himself, and took a deep drag.

The scarlet flames flickered in the night.

Han Feng took the cigarette, but didn't light it; he just held it between his fingers and twirled it silently.

The swirling smoke blurred Zhao Yu's face, making his subsequent words seem somewhat ethereal.

"How old are you? Nineteen? Or twenty?"

"nineteen."

"A nineteen-year-old at the sixth level of Body Tempering, a genius engineer who can manually create a 'god-level engine,' plus a monster pilot who can easily crush those at the Gold level."

Zhao Yu exhaled a long smoke ring, his voice carrying a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe.

"When I was your age, I was fighting tooth and nail for a C-level technician position."

He stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes suddenly turning sharp.

"Han Feng, the academy's higher-ups have all seen your performance this time."

"I've submitted the project team's reward report; everyone received a copy."

"You deserve the most credit; you'll be rewarded with bonuses and honors."

"Besides that, there are some things I should give you as well."

Zhao Yu opened his personal terminal, retrieved a file, and sent it directly to Han Feng's port.

Han Feng opened the light screen, and a notification from the college's logistics department popped up.

[Dear C-level Technician Han Feng:]

[Congratulations on your official promotion. Your related benefits have been allocated. Please collect them within three days at Logistics Department Building No. 3, upon presentation of this notice.]

The list of items to be collected is as follows:

【1. C-level technician exclusive uniform (two sets each for winter and summer)】

[2. Key to Class C Student Dormitory (Room 307, Building C, Zone 3)]

[3. The monthly salary limit for individual contribution points accounts has been increased to 3000 points]

[4. C-level dining hall access, C-level training room access...]

A series of lists proclaimed his complete break with the past.

A whole new world was opening its doors to him.

"Go."

Zhao Yu patted him on the shoulder, his tone carrying the concern of an elder.

"A better environment will be beneficial to your spiritual practice."

"Thank you, Engineer Zhao."

This expression of gratitude comes from the bottom of my heart.

"No need to thank me, you deserve it."

Zhao Yu waved his hand.

"Alright, it's getting late, go back and get some rest."

He paused, his voice lowering to a somber tone, carrying the solemn warning of someone with experience.

"Remember, talent is a knife; if you can't hold it, you'll cut yourself first."

Don't be idle this holiday; only by becoming strong can you control your own destiny.

After saying that, Zhao Yu turned and left, his burly figure quickly disappearing into the depths of the night.

Han Feng stood there, looking at the notification on the terminal, and then at his new cultivation level on his personal panel.

Name: Han Feng

[Occupation: Apprentice Swordsman]

[Cultivation Level: Body Tempering Realm, Level 6 (28/1200)]

【…】

He let out a long sigh of relief.

It's time to say goodbye to that crowded, dilapidated pigeon coop.

When Han Feng dragged his tired body back to the dormitory, it was already late at night.

He pushed open the creaking wooden door, and a familiar smell of sweat, cheap engine oil, and rusty metal hit him.

Having spent so much time in the spiritually rich environment of Tianjiao Pavilion, this smell now seemed particularly pungent and oppressive.

This is the smell of those struggling at the bottom of society.

Fat Tiger was lying on the bed, snoring loudly.

A faint sound of metal being rubbed came from Xiao Li's bedside; he was maintaining his precious set of wrenches.

Only Zhou Wen was still lit by a small table lamp, quietly flipping through a thick, yellowed paper book.

"You're back?"

Zhou Wen pushed up his glasses and looked up at him.

"Um."

Han Feng nodded and tiptoed to his bed.

His noise still woke up the other two.

Xiao Li stopped what he was doing and poked his head out: "Crazy, is Engineer Zhao giving you extra lessons again in the middle of the night?"

Fat Tiger rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up, yawning, "How was it? Was the monster meat at the victory celebration delicious? Did you bring some back for the brothers?"

Han Feng laughed, took out an oil paper package from his pocket, and threw it over.

"I knew you were thinking about food. Here, I specially packed some Tier 2 Crimson Flame Beef."

Fat Tiger's eyes widened instantly, all sleepiness vanished, and he quickly opened the paper package. An incredibly rich aroma of meat immediately filled the entire dormitory.

He tore off a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth, slurring, "That's a good friend! Crazy guy, you... um... if you ever make it big, don't forget your brothers!"

"Alright, even food can't shut you up."

Han Feng sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at his three roommates with very different styles, and spoke calmly.

"I have something to tell you, I'm moving out tomorrow."

The dormitory suddenly fell silent.

The creaking sound of the fan seemed particularly jarring at that moment.

"Move away? Where to?"

Xiao Li sounded somewhat surprised.

"The project is over, and the rewards have been distributed. I was assigned a C-grade dormitory room, and I'll pick up the key tomorrow."

Han Feng explained.

The three were taken aback at first, then their faces lit up with happy smiles for him.

"Holy crap! A Class C dormitory! Isn't that a two-person apartment?"

"I heard the spiritual energy concentration is more than twice as high as outside!" Xiao Li exclaimed enviously.

"That's great!"

Fat Tiger slapped his thigh hard. "Crazy, you should have moved out a long time ago! You're a C-level technician now, it's beneath you to be crammed into this pigeonhole with us D-level apprentices!"

Zhou Wen closed the book and said earnestly, "Congratulations. You deserve it."

"If I become rich and powerful, don't forget me, you madman!"

Xiao Li chuckled, his tone teasing, but his eyes were incredibly sincere.

Looking at them, Han Feng felt a soft spot deep inside him being touched.

"Don't worry, I won't forget."

He paused, his tone becoming serious.

"If you need anything in the future, feel free to come to me. You can also ask me if you have any questions about cultivation."

"Absolutely! We'll be counting on you to look after us from now on!"

Fat Tiger munched on the beef while taking on all the tasks.