Chapter 449 - 300: Longevity Sword Technique Refines Vitality, Jiangbei Titan Locks Dragon’s Fang

The flying car slowly descended at a public docking point on the outskirts of East Sea City.

Han Feng followed the crowd out. He didn’t linger on the bustling streets, instead turning into a deserted, quiet alley.

With a thought, several palm-sized, dark metal plates flew out from his System Space.

Like living creatures, they precisely attached themselves to various parts of his body.

In an instant, a suit of [Escapee Type II·Shadow] Spirit Armor, with sleek lines and a sci-fi aesthetic, covered his entire body.

A ripple, barely visible to the naked eye, spread across the Armor’s surface. Han Feng’s figure vanished on the spot, not leaving even a trace of his aura behind.

"Let’s roll!"

Han Feng let out a low cry, activating the Wind Manipulation Technique and Sword Control Technique simultaneously.

His entire body shot up from the ground without a sound, transforming into an invisible Ghost as he sped towards the A Level Student Villa Area of East Sea Martial Arts University.

Landing silently on the lawn in the villa’s backyard, Han Feng deactivated the Armor’s invisibility, and his figure reappeared.

Steward Liu heard the noise and came jogging out of the house. When he saw it was Han Feng, his wrinkled face visibly relaxed, but a flicker of lingering fear remained deep in his eyes.

Clearly, the last encounter with the Flame Flying Dragon had left him quite traumatized.

"Steward Liu, I’ll be entering a period of closed-door cultivation."

Han Feng said directly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Until I come out, if anyone comes looking for me, tell them I’m not here.

Unless the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea officially opens or there’s an urgent, life-or-death order from the military, I won’t see anyone."

"Yes, Sir. I understand."

Old Liu nodded quickly, not daring to ask any more questions.

Having given his instructions, Han Feng wasted no more time and walked straight into the underground Quiet Chamber for cultivation.

The heavy alloy door closed, sealing him off from the outside world.

Inside the Quiet Chamber, Han Feng sat cross-legged but didn’t immediately begin his cultivation.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his Sea of Consciousness. He carefully savored the brand-new Cultivation Technique he had scored for free from the Celestial Derivation Sub-Body in the Hall of Myriad Spirits—the *Cyan Cloud·Longevity Sword Technique*.

The core of this Cultivation Technique was no longer simply opening acupoints. Instead, while opening them, it involved "carving" and "nurturing" a "Longevity Sword Seed" at the core of each acupoint.

This Sword Seed was both an amplifier for unleashing Sword Aura and a life pump for repairing the acupoints.

As long as it had enough "Vitality Power" as fuel, it would allow Han Feng to achieve nearly infinite sustainability on his frenzied path of cultivation—destroying to rebuild stronger, and using battle to fuel battle.

More importantly, there was the First Layer’s Circulation Divine Effect: [Vitality Theft].

Once thirty-six basic Sword Seeds were cultivated, they would form the first "Longevity Cycle."

In combat, about 10% of the Life Energy from the damage inflicted on an enemy would be captured by the Sword Seeds to repair his own body.

’I can heal just by hitting people? This Cultivation Technique is a dirty playstyle tailor-made for me.’

Han Feng smiled in satisfaction.

After mentally running through the key principles of the Cultivation Technique several times to ensure he hadn’t missed anything, he opened his eyes.

It was time to put it into practice.

With a thought, he retrieved a large, twitching piece of dark red flesh from the Three-Cubic Storage Ring he had obtained from the Evil Cult Grandmaster.

This was the heart-flesh of a Tier Three Peak Demon Beast, the "Red-eyed Bull," which he had exchanged for points from the resource depot of the Celestial Ship Myriad Laws Hall.

Although it didn’t look very appetizing, in his [Spiritual Vision], the Vitality Power contained within the flesh was as vigorous as a burning flame.

’Just hold it and start gnawing? That’s too crude.’

Han Feng extended his index finger, and a wisp of silvery-white Soul-Burning Sword Aura flickered at its tip.

He made a cutting motion in the air toward the massive piece of heart-flesh.

TSS TSS TSS...

No blood splattered; there was only the faint sound of slicing.

The incredibly tough Demon Beast flesh was precisely cut into evenly thick slices of "sashimi," like the highest-grade tuna belly.

"Perfect knifework," Han Feng muttered, tooting his own horn. He picked up a slice and tossed it directly into his mouth.

As the slice entered his mouth, it didn’t have the gamy taste he expected. Instead, it transformed into a torrential flow of heat that surged down his throat and into his stomach.

Within that torrent of heat, half was pure Spiritual Qi, and the other half was Life Energy, concentrated to the extreme.

’Now!’

Han Feng immediately activated the Mental Method of the *Cyan Cloud·Longevity Sword Technique*.

The Sword Essence inside his body began to circulate along an unprecedentedly profound path, acting like a sophisticated filter.

It intercepted and purified every last wisp of Vitality Power from the torrent of heat, then carefully guided it toward the first Lifebound Acupoint—the Dubhe Acupoint.

The process of condensing the Sword Seed was far more complex than he had imagined.

It required using the Soul-Burning Sword Aura as a carving knife and the Divine Sense refined through the *Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method* as a targeting sight.

He had to carve a miniature Rune Array, one that contained the two opposing properties of "life" and "destruction," onto the energy singularity at the very core of the acupoint.

This was a task that demanded extreme micromanagement.

Han Feng held his breath, his Divine Sense highly focused.

In his "Introspection," a wisp of Soul-Burning Sword Aura, finer than a strand of hair, began the delicate process of carving upon the inner wall of the tiny acupoint.

Every stroke, every line, had to be perfect.

The slightest deviation would cause the fragile walls of the acupoint to be instantly torn apart by the sharp energy of the Sword Aura.

Time passed, second by second.

Beads of sweat, as large as beans, rolled down his forehead, but he was completely unaware.

Finally, as the last stroke was completed, the complex, miniature Rune Array became a complete whole, emitting a faint halo of light.