High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

That night, none of the four of them slept.

A row of cheap ale was laid out on the table.

For the first time, the small dormitory was free from the noise of wrench grinding and deafening snoring.

An eerie silence filled the air.

They talked about themselves three years ago.

They talked about the immense pride they felt when they first stepped into Donghai Martial Arts University.

They then talked about being severely scolded at the mechanic shop.

The bittersweet feeling of receiving my first meager contribution points.

Gian's dream is very simple.

It means becoming a martial artist who can eat second-tier monster meat every meal.

Xiao Li, on the other hand, wants to open his own machine repair shop on the outskirts of the inner city.

I will never have to worry about what others think again.

Zhou Wen adjusted his glasses.

His goal is to get into the School of Management.

To become a respectable office worker and completely escape the dust of the outer city.

"You madman, what about you?"

Xiao Li took a swig of wine and stared intently at Han Feng.

"You're already an engineer. The next step is B-level, A-level, or even higher-level positions."

"What do you plan to do then?"

Han Feng remained silent.

He just looked out the window.

The psionic shield bathed the night sky in a magnificent deep purple hue.

Above that deep sea, there is a higher and farther sky.

He raised the bottle and drank the last drop of wine.

I want to fly higher.

"Look at the sky, just how high it is."

……

As the eastern horizon was tinged with the first light of dawn, Han Feng left his dormitory alone and headed to the logistics department building.

Unlike the oil stains that covered the machine repair area, the floor of the Logistics Department Building No. 3 was so shiny it could reflect a mirror.

The air was filled with the cool, refreshing smell of disinfectant.

The female staff member in charge of reception had a standard smile and a polite attitude.

Yet it carries a hint of formulaic detachment.

But after checking Han Feng's identity terminal and Zhao Yu's notification, her smile became noticeably more lively.

"Hello, technician Han Feng."

"Your promotion benefits are ready. Please follow me."

She led Han Feng to a locker.

He handed over a brand-new dark blue uniform, a silver gear nameplate, and a key that gleamed with a cold metallic luster.

"This is your C-level technician uniform and nameplate."

"The dormitory is located in Room 307, Building C, Elite Zone 3."

"Your personal account monthly salary has been permanently adjusted to 3000 contribution points."

"All permissions related to the C-level training room and C-level canteen have been activated."

Han Feng took the items and thanked him.

Back in that D-class dormitory filled with memories, Fat Tiger and the others had already packed his pitiful luggage into a small package.

"You madman, is this all you have?"

Fat Tiger looked at the small bag and felt a tightness in his chest.

"That's enough."

Han Feng smiled, picked up the package, and took one last look at the "pigeon coop" where he had lived for three years.

Then he turned and took a step.

"I'm gone."

"Yes, come back and visit often!"

"Call me if you need anything!"

Han Feng didn't turn around; he simply waved with his back to them.

With one step, he left the crowded, dilapidated, and hopeless D-level student area.

Looking back, it was a completely different world.

The new dormitory is in the elite area.

The buildings are spaced far apart, almost extravagantly.

Exquisite gardens have replaced the bare earth.

The air itself carries a hint of sweetness.

Room 307, Building C, Zone 3.

Han Feng used his key to open the door.

A spiritual energy far richer than that of the outside world rushed towards me like a clear spring, permeating my entire body.

Every pore seemed to open up at that moment, greedily breathing in.

A spacious living room.

A separate bedroom.

A spotless bathroom.

There's even a small balcony where you can bask in the sun.

Although it's a double room, the other roommate obviously hasn't moved in yet.

For the time being, the entire apartment belongs to him alone.

Han Feng put down his luggage with satisfaction, sank into the soft sofa, and brought up his personal panel.

Name: Han Feng

[Occupation: Apprentice Swordsman]

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

[Contribution Points: 40000]

Looking at the string of zeros in his account, Han Feng's heart began to pound.

With the reward for being the first to succeed in the project, plus his previous savings, he is now a well-off man.

"We can't waste our holiday."

Zhao Yu granted him an indefinite leave, which was the golden period for him to break through his cultivation level!

He immediately opened the college's online store.

[“Rhino” Brand Mid-Tier Recovery Potion: 300 Contribution Points/Potion, 10% Discount for Bulk Purchases]

Without the slightest hesitation, Han Feng placed an order for thirty tubes and opted for expedited delivery.

Nine thousand contribution points were instantly gone.

But he didn't even blink.

These cold numbers will soon transform into the surging, roaring blood and qi within his body!

After doing all this, he made two calls in succession.

The first one is for Grandpa Sun at the airplane graveyard.

It was confirmed that the CJ-3 trainer aircraft was not only repaired, but also had a year of maintenance covered by Farstar Logistics, and was ready to fly at any time.

The second one is for Zhao Yu.

"Mr. Zhao, I just wanted to let you know."

"I want to take advantage of the holiday to go to the aircraft graveyard and practice my skills."

"Great news!"

Zhao Yu's voice was tinged with laughter.

"Your talent shouldn't be wasted! Go, be careful, and let me know if you need more money!"

With the approval granted, Han Feng had no more worries.

He changed into his brand-new Class C technician uniform.

The smooth fabric clung to my body.

The silver gear emblem on the armband, representing his identity, gleamed under the lights.

He was going to the outer city, to the airplane graveyard.

Go and turn those 40,000 contribution points into tangible numbers that improve your cultivation level!

The suspended bus stop was as crowded as ever.

The rusty carriage reeked of sweat, engine oil, and cheap tobacco, a suffocatingly strong smell.

"Push in! Are you blind?! There are other people behind us who want to get in!"

A burly ticket seller was yelling and shoving at a group of workers.

Han Feng had just squeezed onto the bus when he was pushed and stumbled by the crowd.

Just as the ticket seller was about to yell impatiently, her gaze inadvertently fell on Han Feng's armband.

That brand new, dazzling silver gear.

His roar abruptly stopped.

In an instant, the fat on his face squeezed out an almost distorted, fawning smile.

"Ouch!"

The ticket seller's voice suddenly rose in pitch, becoming shrill, like a chicken whose neck had been stepped on.

"This...this is the technician!"

He turned around abruptly and roughly pushed aside the person blocking Han Feng's way with his large, fan-like hand.

They cleared a path by force, bowing and scraping.

"Sir! Please come in! There's a seat inside!"

He rushed to a seat and slapped the worker who was sitting and dozing on the shoulder.

"Get up! Get up! Give the technician your seat!"

The exhausted worker dared not speak out against his anger.

Under the numb gaze of those around him, he could only silently stand up and shrink into an even more crowded corner.

"Sir, please have a seat! Please have a seat!"

The ticket seller had a big smile on his face, and even used his oil-stained sleeve to carefully wipe the already clean seat.

The entire carriage was deathly silent.

All eyes turned to Han Feng.

In those eyes, there was awe, envy, jealousy, numbness, and a fleeting longing.

This is the treatment of a C-level technician.

This is the identity of the inner city.

Han Feng sat down calmly.

He ignored the obsequious ticket seller.

He didn't even glance at the complicated looks around him.

He simply leaned against the window, watching the dilapidated scenery of the outer city rushing past outside.

he knows.

From today onwards, he no longer belongs here.