High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 70 Poverty is the original sin! Grind mode activated!

In the early morning at Jinsui Farm, there is a peculiar smell in the air.

It's the earthy smell of damp soil mixed with the sweet aroma of amethyst wheat soaked in dew.

The cafeteria was bustling with noise.

Metal spoons clattered against the large iron pot as the team members ate heartily, while the veterans chatted and laughed gruffly.

Han Feng lifted the heavy windproof curtain, and a gust of morning chill swept in.

The noisy hall fell silent instantly.

But soon, this tranquility was overwhelmed by an even stronger surge of enthusiasm.

"Han Feng! My great hero! He's here!"

With half a steamed bun stuffed in his mouth, Wang Meng swung his chopsticks indistinctly and pushed the steaming plate of braised pork in front of him to the empty seat next to him.

In the past, when Han Feng entered the room, he would at most receive a few polite nods.

Today, he became the center of attention.

Even Gu Yun, who was usually arrogant and haughty, just snorted softly from his nose.

He silently lowered his head and stirred the porridge in the bowl, pretending to look at the grains of rice.

But his feet under the table still subconsciously tucked in a little further, making a wide enough passageway for Han Feng.

Respect earned through strength is always so simple and so direct.

Han Feng didn't stand on ceremony and sat down next to Wang Meng with his tray.

He had barely settled in when Zhou Ping's round, auspicious-looking face came closer.

The chubby deputy director carried a small clay pot in his hand and walked with a steady gait.

He carefully placed the casserole in front of Han Feng and lifted the lid.

The rich aroma of meat exploded instantly.

"Master Chef Han, did you sleep well last night? We specially asked the kitchen to prepare an extra meal for you today."

"This is all the tender meat we picked from the spine of that black iron earth dragon last night. There's only this small pot on the whole farm. It's not poisonous, and it's incredibly nutritious!"

Zhou Ping smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits, and he pronounced the word "you" (您) with a heavy, clear tone.

The team members at the surrounding tables were watching with bated breath.

The Black Iron Earth Dragon is poisonous all over, but the flesh between its spines is the essence of its being. Normally, only someone of Lei Zhen's caliber is qualified to enjoy such a delicacy.

"Thanks, Director Zhou."

Han Feng didn't refuse and picked up the spoon to take a bite.

The meat melts in your mouth.

The pure, hot liquid rolled down the esophagus into the stomach.

Although it can't compare to the two second-tier spiritual plants from last night, it's still much better than ordinary monster meat.

He asked casually as he ate.

"By the way, Captain, what's the procedure for purchasing those spiritual plants from yesterday in bulk?"

Zhang Hao was peeling an egg when his fingers stopped moving.

He looked up at Han Feng.

"What? Didn't you get enough of those two plants from last night?"

Han Feng chuckled, making no attempt to hide his feelings: "Who would complain about having too much of this kind of good stuff?"

Zhang Hao stuffed the peeled egg whole into his mouth.

He chewed a few times and swallowed before slowly opening his mouth.

"If you want to buy it, having contribution points alone won't be enough."

"What should we use then?"

"Spirit Coins".

Zhang Hao held up one finger and waved it in front of Han Feng.

"Spirit plants of the second tier and above are classified as strategic controlled resources."

"Through official channels, you need to have citizenship rights of level B or above, and you still have to wait in line and participate in a lottery. You might not even get a turn by the time you're all old and gray."

"In the black market or private transactions, people only recognize Spirit Coins."

It's spirit coins again.

Han Feng remembered the gleaming coin that Lei Zhen had been holding in his fingertips yesterday.

It looked as if there were clouds flowing inside the coin.

"What if I want to exchange some spirit coins?"

Zhang Hao put down his chopsticks, leaned forward, and lowered his voice to a whisper.

"The official exchange rate is one to one hundred, that's for fools, and there's a strict monthly limit for everyone."

"Go to the black market. The current exchange rate is 1 to 130. Sometimes when there are frequent monster tides and spiritual plants are in short supply, it can be as high as 150. It also depends on the person's mood."

He stared at Han Feng and uttered a number that made his heart stop.

"The Crimson Blood Dragon Ginseng you ate yesterday, if it were auctioned, would have a starting price of three hundred spirit coins."

Three hundred spirit coins!

At the black market exchange rate of 1 to 13, that's 39,000 contribution points!

Han Feng had just scooped up a spoonful of meat, which was hanging in mid-air and almost went straight into his nose.

This isn't eating grass at all.

This is clearly like gnawing on gold bars one by one!

He glanced at the few hundred contribution points he had left in his account; he couldn't even afford a single ginseng root.

Clang!

Gu Yun, who was elegantly drinking porridge next to her, accidentally dropped her silver spoon into the bowl, splashing a splash of scalding hot rice soup.

He suddenly picked up the spoon, wiped it repeatedly with a snow-white napkin, and muttered to himself.

"Three hundred spirit coins—that's enough to buy my Alice a limited-edition 'Tears of the Stars' collector's edition paint job."

Han Feng let out a long sigh.

He completely abandoned the idea of ​​using real money to buy spirit plants to speed up the "Sword Bone" progress.

Poverty is the original sin.

The prices in this world are far too unfriendly to transmigrators.

Since acquiring external resources is so difficult, we can only tap into our internal potential.

After consuming the spiritual plant last night, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

He could clearly feel that the transformation of "Sword Bone" had also taken a big step forward.

Besides spending money on drugs, there is another way to speed up the progress.

Free.

That's the system's "skill initiation"!

Previously, each time a skill proficiency level was increased, the system would perform knowledge empowerment and energy transformation.

While the effects may not be as good as directly consuming rare and precious herbs, the advantage lies in its gradual and sustained effect.

Most importantly, it's free!

Han Feng had a sudden thought and quickly glanced at his personal panel.

Spiral Charge (Beginner: 89/100)

【Reversing Heaven and Earth (Beginner Level: 92/100)】

【Sword Technique - External Release of Sword Qi (Proficiency: 1610/2000)】

These skills are all just one step away from being mastered.

If we work hard on all of them today, and with the energy boost from those breakthroughs, even if we only gain one or two points of progress each time, it will be enough to make up the remaining six percent!

"Looks like today is a good day for a thorough cleaning."

Han Feng finished the dragon meat in the casserole in a few bites and wiped his mouth.

His eyes gleamed with a light that could be described as that of a "liver king".

He couldn't wait to find out what terrifying talent would awaken once the Sword Bone progress reached 30%!

Ten minutes later, in hangar number seven.

Han Feng was circling his "gray donkey," conducting final checks before takeoff.

Not far away, Gu Yun was holding a snow-white microfiber cloth and meticulously wiping the face of the white-haired witch on the "Crimson Witch" machine with pixel-level precision.

His movements were gentle, his eyes were focused, and he was muttering to himself.

"Alice, don't be afraid. This dirty earthly dust will soon disappear, and I will make you spotless and pristine again."

Wang Meng carried his massive alloy axe and walked over with heavy steps. Looking at Gu Yun's demeanor, his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head.

"Hey Lao Gu, it's one thing to call out 'wife' to a piece of metal, but to mutter to yourself like that, did the acid from that earthworm ruin your brain last night?"

Gu Yun turned around abruptly, reacting violently.

"What do you know! This is a spiritual exchange between Alice and me! A brute like you who only knows how to use brute force will never understand this elegant bond that embodies the soul and art!"

His gaze swept over Han Feng, who was patting the tires of the "Grey Donkey," and his brows furrowed even more.

"Hey, are you made of iron?"

"I flew all day yesterday and even fought that damn big snake last night. Why don't I get some more sleep today?"

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"Doesn't your donkey need a rest? Don't let it fall apart halfway through the flight, and then I'll have to waste my wife's precious fuel to save you."

"Don't worry, it's very sturdy."

Han Feng didn't even look up, but forcefully patted the thick armor plating of the "Grey Donkey," producing a dull "thump, thump" sound.

This heavy support aircraft is cumbersome to fly, but its advantages are equally prominent.

Durable.

Moreover, the controls are heavy, and each maneuver is very strenuous, which is perfect for him to practice his skills.

"Ground crew, fill the ammo boxes! Armor-piercing incendiary rounds!"

Han Feng called out to the ground crew not far away, then turned around and nimbly climbed into the cockpit.

Put it on my tab!

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