Chapter 432 - 294: Knowledge Alchemy! Kunlun’s Overt Scheme

The ten Spirit Coins traced a parabola through the air.

The young man’s eyes lit up. He didn’t even see the movement of Han Feng’s hand before the coins vanished.

’With that kind of speed, it’s a waste of talent not to practice with Hidden Weapons.’

"What a generous boss!"

The young man immediately hunched over, his slick, mercenary smile looking much more sincere.

He glanced left and right as if guarding against thieves, then pulled Han Feng behind a massive White Jade Pillar.

"Since you’re so savvy, boss, I won’t hold back."

The young man lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"There’s only one reason why the disciples of all those great families are fighting tooth and nail for a spot in the Hall of Myriad Spirits."

He held up a single finger and softly uttered two words.

"Yan Dao."

Han Feng raised an eyebrow.

Yan Dao?

’That term sounds a little familiar.’

’His unreliable system seemed to have a similar function called "Performance Technique" during its novice phase.’

’Back then, he was just learning Artifact Refining but had unexpectedly triggered the Systemic Performance Technique mechanism, gaining a special Skill—[Spirit Rune Armament Construction·Mastery].’

’If that’s the case, could this so-called "Hall of Myriad Spirits" be some kind of supercomputer?’

Seeing that Han Feng didn’t show the shock of some country bumpkin who’d never seen the world, but instead looked thoughtful, the young man felt a flicker of doubt.

’How is this country bumpkin so calm?’

To prove that the ten Spirit Coins were well spent, and to pave the way for a bigger deal, the young man decided to bring out the big guns.

"Boss, don’t you underestimate these two words."

He leaned in closer, his speech quickening:

"With ordinary Martial Arts inheritances, you have to adapt to the Cultivation Technique."

"No matter how much of a genius you are, there’s always a slight mismatch between your body’s structure and the Cultivation Technique."

"But ’Yan Dao’ is different."

The young man’s eyes were feverish. "It can perform custom deductions for all Skills, Techniques, and Secret Techniques below Tier Five."

"Even if you’re a cripple, it can deduce a peerless Body Technique just for you!"

A glimmer appeared in Han Feng’s eyes.

’This is getting interesting.’

Seeing Han Feng’s reaction, the young man immediately struck while the iron was hot:

"It scans your bones, your meridians, your Energy attributes, and even your past combat habits."

"Then, drawing upon Kunlun’s unimaginably vast database, it tailors a path specifically for you."

"If you use it to deduce your main Cultivation Technique, you can get a Tier Four Top Grade Cultivation Technique that is a one-hundred-percent match for your body."

The young man held up two fingers and waved them in front of Han Feng’s face:

"A one-hundred-percent match! Do you know what that means?"

Han Feng watched him without a word.

"It means your Cultivation speed will be several times, or even more than ten times, that of an ordinary person!"

The young man was so excited that spit flew from his mouth:

"What’s more, the final probability of successfully cultivating it is over seventy percent!

There are almost no bottlenecks along the way, a straight path to Tier Four Peak!"

"Even a pig, as long as it succeeds in ’Yan Dao’ there, can become a flying pig!"

"This spot... aren’t you tempted?"

Han Feng was, indeed, tempted.

’What was his biggest problem right now?’

’The Cultivation speed of his Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique couldn’t keep up with his needs.’

’His "Innate Sword Body" was too domineering; ordinary Enlightenment Techniques simply couldn’t withstand its sharp Sword Aura.’

’Previously, he had to rely on "Krypton Gold," brute-forcing his way by throwing massive amounts of resources at it just to barely open two acupoints.’

’If he continued with this crude method, even if he emptied out every apothecary in East Sea City, it would probably take until the cows come home to finish his Cultivation.’

’If he could use this "Yan Dao" to improve the Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique, or even deduce an Enlightenment Technique specifically tailored to his "Soul-Burning Sword Aura"...’

’It wouldn’t just be a matter of saving money.’

’It would be a matter of saving his life.’

Han Feng stroked his chin, his mind racing.

’The function of this Hall of Myriad Spirits sounded like a super-enhanced version of his "Systemic Performance Technique".’

’Although his system could also perform a Performance Technique, it required him to constantly accumulate Skill Proficiency in actual combat, or to trigger it through "Magical Modification".’

’This Hall of Myriad Spirits, on the other hand, sounded like it could produce results directly as long as you paid the money and provided the resources.’

’It was practically designed for someone like him—rich in theoretical knowledge but lacking the time for slow, gradual practice.’

The young man watched Han Feng’s expression intently.

Seeing Han Feng was clearly moved, he knew the fish had taken the bait.

"So, what do you think, boss?"

The young man rubbed his hands together, a trademark crooked smile spreading across his face:

"This spot isn’t easy to get, you know. The competition for it is fierce."

"However..."

He puffed out his chest, radiating the confidence of someone who "had connections":

"As long as you pay another five hundred and eighty Spirit Coins—to make it a nice, auspicious round number, six hundred."

"I’ll go all out to help you strategize and create a custom plan to snatch one of those spots!"

"Whether it’s pulling strings, competing with wealth, or even exploiting loopholes in the rules, your brother here knows it all like the back of my hand!"

Five hundred and eighty Spirit Coins.

Han Feng did a quick mental calculation.

’According to the current Black Market prices, that was roughly equivalent to the net profit from him crafting a single Tier Three Top Grade Spiritual Artifact.’

’And crafting an item of that quality would take him about... ten minutes?’

’Hmm, ten minutes of labor in exchange for "connections" that might not even exist.’

’He had to calculate this carefully.’

Han Feng lifted his gaze and quietly looked at the young man spewing spittle in his excitement.

His eyes were calm, holding neither fervor nor contempt, as if he were observing a precision instrument of unknown performance.

"You seem quite confident, my friend."

Han Feng said lightly, "From the sound of it, you seem to be very familiar with the Hall of Myriad Spirits."

"But of course!" the young man said, patting his chest.