Chapter 415 289: Attending a Banquet at the Su Family's

Su Jian was getting nervous, too.

But he forced a confident expression onto his face.

"Just watch. He's already given me plenty of surprises; I'm sure this time will be no different."

In reality, his palms were slick with sweat.

'That's my life-bound weapon... Please don't let him turn it into a piece of scrap iron.'

Time slowly trickled by.

There were no earth-shattering explosions, no wailing alarms.

A mere twenty minutes passed.

The door to the workshop suddenly slid open with a soft HUM.

Han Feng walked out.

He hadn't broken a sweat; even his clothes were perfectly neat. He held the long spear in one hand and casually tossed it to Su Jian.

"Catch."

Su Jian instinctively reached out and caught it.

It felt slightly heavy in his hand.

But that was immediately followed by a warm, smooth sensation spreading from his palm.

The slight prickling and resistance from before were gone. It was as if the spear had always been a part of his body.

Su Jian's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but pour his True Qi into the spear's shaft.

VMM!

The shaft of the spear instantly blazed with a violet-cyan light.

The powers of wind and thunder intertwined without a hint of conflict. They moved like two chasing yin-yang fish, perfectly fused, even creating a sense of a perpetual, self-sustaining cycle.

"This..."

The two old masters, Ouyang Zhen and Tie Hong, stared so hard their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

They swarmed forward, pulling out various detection instruments and frantically scanning the spear's shaft.

"Energy conductivity... 98%?!"

"Spirit Pattern conflict... zero?!"

"How is this possible?!"

Ouyang Zhen stared at the data on the instrument, his hands trembling.

"How did he do it? The original Blast Array and Swift Array were clearly in conflict. How have they now achieved a symbiotic relationship?"

Tie Hong went even further, practically draping himself over the spear's shaft and using a magnifying glass to stare intently at the delicate patterns.

"These weren't carved on..."

Tie Hong murmured to himself before snapping his head up to stare at Han Feng as if he were looking at some kind of monster.

"These Spirit Patterns... It's like they grew out of the material itself!

Just like natural meridians! Is... is this a perfect 'bio-state' Spirit Pattern?!"

Han Feng, sitting in a chair to the side, picked up an untouched glass of water to wet his throat.

"I got lucky. The base materials were excellent."

He showed no sign of smugness, instead deferring half the credit.

"Your framework was actually perfect. I just followed its natural texture and provided a little... 'guidance'."

He spoke as if it were nothing.

But the way the two Great Masters looked at him had completely changed.

It was how one would look upon a founding patriarch of their craft.

"Guidance?"

Ouyang Zhen gave a wry smile and bowed deeply to Han Feng.

"Master Han, this old man admits defeat. What 'guidance'? This is turning the mundane into the miraculous.

A skill like this... forget East Sea City, it would be considered top-tier even in one of the Major Regions."

Tie Hong was even more excited. He scurried over, rubbing his hands together, all of his earlier arrogance gone.

"Master, could you give us a hint? What school's teachings are these?

That technique for making Spirit Patterns 'come alive' is simply divine!"

Han Feng waved a dismissive hand. "A family trade secret. Not for outsiders."

Disappointment washed over their faces, but they understood the unspoken rules of the trade.

No one would ever casually teach such a core Secret Technique. They could only apologize profusely, their tone becoming extremely respectful.

Su Jian, already unable to put it down, gave the long spear a few experimental swings.

The faint crackle of wind and thunder echoed through the air. Its power was a good thirty percent stronger than he had even hoped!

"Brother Han! Words are not enough to express my gratitude!"

Su Jian brought the spear to rest and stood tall, his smile growing more sincere.

"With this spear, I can run circles around anyone in Dragon Abyss!"

He had originally just wanted to win Han Feng over to his side.

But now, he truly saw Han Feng as a patron god he had to worship.

For a family that built its standing on martial prowess, this ability to induce a qualitative change in weapons was of incalculable value.

"Since Brother Han has done me such a huge favor, I can't be stingy either."

Su Jian waved his hand, his voice booming with magnanimity.

"Let's go! To my private vault!

I can tell you're a Sword Cultivator too, Brother Han. As it happens, my family acquired a rare little something a while back that I'm sure you'll be interested in!"

Upon hearing this, Han Feng didn't bother with pleasantries and stood up.

"Then let's go have a look."

'If I'm going to 'pay to win' my way through Cultivation, money alone won't cut it. I need access to the kind of top-shelf goods that only a major power would have in its collection.'

The pair bid farewell to the two Great Masters, who were still staring blankly at the data as if they had discovered a new continent, and turned to leave the workshop.

Watching Han Feng's retreating figure, Tie Hong couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Old Ou, would you say the times are changing?

A young man in his early twenties with skill like that... he's probably more of a monster than those old freaks over at the Celestial Craft Group."

Ouyang Zhen put away his detection instrument and sighed.

"I don't know if the heavens are about to change, but I do know that as of today, the Su Family has likely gained a true guest of honor."

...

The Su Family's private vault was located a hundred meters beneath their estate, and its security Level was even higher than the workshop's.

The heavy alloy door was a full meter thick and required triple verification—Su Jian's fingerprint, iris, and heartbeat—to open.

The massive door slowly swung open.

A wave of air, thick with a mixture of fluctuating energies, washed over them.

Han Feng looked up to see a vault of several hundred square meters filled with display platforms, each protected by a transparent, bulletproof glass case.

All sorts of rare ores, Demon Beast Materials, and ancient artifacts were on dazzling display.

"I can pick anything I want from in here?"

Han Feng glanced at Su Jian, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Su Jian gave a dry cough. "Ahem. In principle, yes.