Chapter 426 - 291: Beneath the Celestial Beings, I am the Shadow

With this life-saving Divine Artifact, his confidence for the upcoming trip to Dragon Abyss had grown immeasurably.

As long as he didn’t court death by provoking any old monsters at Tier Five or above, self-preservation should be more than enough.

’I’ve pretty much prepared everything I need to.’

’Next up is the Kunlun trading fair. I have to get a decent High Tier Swordsmanship and Body Technique to meet the promotion requirements for Sword Master.’

Han Feng calculated as he flew.

Of the five requirements for promotion to Sword Master, he had already completed three. He was still missing "two Small Success Level Swordsmanship or Body Techniques" and "one weapon-related Divine Technique."

He already had a rudimentary grasp of the latter; he just needed enough time and Sword Aura to "feed" it until he achieved complete mastery.

As for the former, his only hope was the Kunlun trading fair.

Of course, the prerequisite for all of this was resources.

Whether it was comprehending Divine Techniques or opening more acupoints, both required massive amounts of resources.

’Looks like I’ll have to return to my old trade for a while and go back to being a ’Divine Artisan’,’ Han Feng sighed.

This time, however, besides taking orders from the Black Market, he had another avenue.

’From the ’Shadow’ project team, I should be able to get a lot of good stuff from the leftover materials from the fighter jet production line.

I can use them to refine some Tier Three standard-issue equipment, which should sell for a good price.’

Using public funds for Cultivation was the true way to go.

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In the following days, Han Feng settled into an extremely disciplined, three-point routine.

Cultivation at his villa, Artifact Refining in the hangar, and sword practice high in the sky.

Fueled by massive resources, his strength increased steadily.

Although his progress in opening acupoints was still slow, the Dubhe Acupoint had been completely stabilized. Furthermore, thanks to his "money-is-a-superpower" ability, he had successfully opened a second acupoint, "Merak."

The total amount of Sword Aura he could contain in his body also steadily broke through the one-hundred-strand mark.

At the same time, he hadn’t forgotten his identity as a "Divine Artisan."

Through Long Xiao’s channels, he took on several more large orders, custom-crafting a few Top Grade Spiritual Soldiers for the Mercenary Corps Leaders about to enter Dragon Abyss.

The name "Master Han" had become a golden brand in the underworld of East Sea City.

Countless people waved Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, begging him to ply his craft for them just once.

Time flew by amidst this busy and fulfilling Cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

On this day, Han Feng was in the warehouse of the No. 3 Research Institute, sorting through scrap materials discarded from the "Shadow" fighter jet production line.

Suddenly, a wave of massive gasps came from outside, one after another, filled with shock and disbelief.

"Wha... what is that?!"

"Heavens! It’s a Floating Island! Such a huge Floating Island!"

"Quick, look to the north! There’s a city in the sky!"

Amidst the cries of alarm, a shrill air-raid siren blared throughout the entire East Sea Fortress City.

Han Feng’s heart skipped a beat. He dropped the materials in his hand, and with a flicker of his body, he appeared on the roof of the research institute.

He raised his head and looked toward the northern sky.

There, on the northern horizon, a floating island of unimaginable size was slowly sailing out from behind the clouds.

The island’s area was even larger than the entire East Sea Inner City.

Beneath the island was a flat base that glinted with a metallic luster, carved all over with enormous, visible Runes.

Atop the island, mountains rose and fell, shaded by lush green trees. One could even see cascading waterfalls, flowing springs, and immortal cranes soaring in flocks.

In the island’s center stood a sprawling complex of palaces with upturned eaves and ornate brackets, resplendent jade pavilions that emitted an ancient and majestic aura.

The entire island was shrouded in a pale golden curtain of light.

It was as if it had descended directly from myth and legend into the real world.

An indescribable pressure emanated from the floating island, blanketing the entire East Sea Fortress City.

Before it, the steel city that humanity took such pride in looked as insignificant as a model in a sand diorama.

’This... is Kunlun?’

Han Feng gazed at the miraculous city in the sky, his eyes burning with fervor.