The terms of the agreement were simple.

It was a standard B Level talent sponsorship contract.

Three million Contribution Points per year.

For a term of five years.

Until Han Feng graduated from East Sea Martial Arts University.

The price was that after graduation, Han Feng would have to serve the Su Family’s Spiritual Energy Technology Research Institute for at least ten years.

"Han Feng, I know the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm is very attractive to Martial Artists."

"But have you considered that you’re only at the Body Tempering Ninth Layer?"

Su Muxue picked up her teacup, her voice betraying no emotion.

"The dangers within a Tier Two Secret Realm are far beyond what you can imagine."

"Even many Meridian Passage Realm Martial Artists have fallen in there."

"Every year, many so-called talents lose their lives inside because they overreach."

She stated it as if it were a fact that had nothing to do with her.

"With your Talent, there’s no need to take such a risk."

"If you just accept the sponsorship, you will never lack cultivation resources."

Fearing Han Feng might not understand the significance of three million Contribution Points, she added.

"Three million a year breaks down to two hundred and fifty thousand a month."

"That amount is enough for you to buy the best Body Tempering Potions on the market."

"It can even cover all your expenses during the Meridian Passage Realm Early Stage."

"Won’t you reconsider?"

Han Feng was unmoved.

Su Muxue’s brow furrowed slightly.

She had met many geniuses, but never one who could refuse such a temptation.

"If you feel a B Level sponsorship doesn’t match your Talent,"

She fell silent for a moment, as if having made a decision.

"I can go back and discuss it with the family and apply for an A Level sponsorship for you."

"Five million Contribution Points a year."

Upon hearing this, even Han Feng couldn’t help but raise his eyelids.

’Five million a year!’

’That’s quite a generous offer.’

"If I accept the A Level sponsorship, what would I have to give in return?"

Han Feng didn’t let it go to his head and cut straight to the crucial point.

A flash of approval crossed Su Muxue’s eyes. She enjoyed dealing with smart people.

She didn’t hide anything, directly pulling up another agreement on her terminal.

The A Level sponsorship had even harsher conditions.

After graduation, he would need to serve the Su Family for fifteen years.

And within those fifteen years, all of his research results and patented inventions would belong to the Su Family.

Han Feng only needed a single glance to lose interest.

"I’m sorry, Miss Su, but I still want the spot for Suspended Mountain."

He refused flatly.

Su Muxue was completely stunned.

’She couldn’t understand.’

’Weren’t five million Contribution Points a year enough to move this young man before her?’

’Just how high were his aspirations?’

’Did he really think he could do better on his own than with the platform the Su Family could provide?’

Su Muxue’s delicate brows knitted slightly.

She put away the contract on her terminal, feeling there was no point in continuing the discussion.

This young man, just like his god-like flying skills, was completely inscrutable.

"Since you’re so insistent on going to Suspended Mountain, I won’t stop you."

Su Muxue’s tone shifted.

"However, I need to remind you of something."

"Although I have a recommendation slot, I can’t just recommend anyone. There’s a basic requirement."

"What requirement?"

Han Feng asked.

"Right now, your status is a C Level Technician."

"And the unspoken rule for the recommendation slots I have is that they only go to B Level or higher students or technicians."

Su Muxue looked at him and said, word by word.

"So, you need to be promoted to B Level first."

"Otherwise, I won’t be able to answer to the family and the academy."

Hearing this, Han Feng actually breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought it would be some monumental problem, but it was just getting promoted to B Level.

"That’s simple. I should be able to reach the Body Tempering Tenth Layer within a week. Then I’ll just take the B Level Student assessment."

Seeing Han Feng’s confident expression, Su Muxue didn’t say anything more.

She remembered another important matter and spoke again.

"Even if you get promoted to B Level, that only qualifies you to be recommended."

"If you want to actually gain something in the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm, you need to master a key Skill."

"Suspended Mountain, as its name suggests, is composed of countless islands floating in the sky."

"The islands are far apart, plagued by fierce gales, and there are no flying vehicles inside."

"The only way to move freely between them is to master ’Wingsuit Flying’."

’Wingsuit Flying?’

Han Feng had seen this term in the academy’s promotional brochures.

It was an extremely niche and high-risk extreme sports course.

Only a few elites from the Flight Academy or members of special operations units would take it.

"For the trials related to the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm, the academy will offer a special wingsuit intensive training course."

"The course starts in one week and is only open to B Level and higher students."

Su Muxue looked at him.

"I can use my authority to register you in advance."

"But I hope that when you attend the class, you’ll be wearing the badge of a B Level Student."

"Otherwise, a C Level Technician parachuting into a class full of B Level Elites will attract a lot of unnecessary trouble and criticism."

Han Feng immediately understood what she meant.

"I understand. I’ll get it done within a week."

"Very good."

Su Muxue nodded and stood up from her seat.

Now that their business was concluded, she had no intention of lingering.

"If you ever change your mind and want to sign that sponsorship contract, you can contact me anytime."

"The gates of the Su Family will always be open to you."

With those words, she turned and left the tea room, leaving Han Feng with only the sight of her dashing back.

Han Feng watched her leave, lost in thought.

He picked up the now-lukewarm Spirit Tea on the table and downed it in one gulp.

’This stuff doesn’t contain much Spiritual Power, but I can’t let it go to waste.’

After leaving the design institute, the sky had completely darkened.

Han Feng walked back to his dorm, a clear plan already formed in his mind.

The next step was to raise his Cultivation to the Body Tempering Tenth Layer!

Han Feng opened his attribute panel for a look.

[Cultivation: Body Tempering Ninth Layer (920/1800)]

The high-intensity Cultivation at the Airplane Graveyard over the past few days, plus downing quite a few Potions, had already pushed his progress past the halfway mark.

’With another push, three or four more days should be enough for the rest.’

「Outer City, Airplane Graveyard.」

Han Feng skillfully found his way to Uncle Sun, who was lying in a wicker chair reading a newspaper.

"Uncle, I’m here to rent a plane."

Uncle Sun lifted a corner of his newspaper and shot him a lazy glance.

"The ’Hunting Falcon’ again? Like we agreed, three thousand an hour, no credit."

"A longer rental this time."

Han Feng held out his personal terminal. "I’ll start with fifty hours."

"Fif... fifty hours?"

Uncle Sun shot bolt upright, the newspaper in his hands slipping to the ground.

He snatched the terminal and stared at the transfer record of one hundred fifty thousand Contribution Points, his cloudy eyes filled with shock.

’Did this kid rob some conglomerate’s warehouse?’

"You’re serious, kid?"

Uncle Sun returned the terminal, sizing him up with a strange look.

"With this much money, wouldn’t buying a better Cultivation Technique or a few good Potions be better than flying this hunk of junk?"

"You wouldn’t understand."

Han Feng smiled, took the key, and turned toward the hangar.

"For me, this is the best form of Cultivation."

Uncle Sun watched his retreating back, shook his head, picked his newspaper back up, and muttered under his breath.

"Kids these days are getting weirder and weirder."

Inside the hangar, Han Feng caressed the cold fuselage of the "Hunting Falcon," and the system prompt arrived as expected.

[Lower Grade Magical Artifact · Hunting Falcon detected. Establish Spiritual Link?]

"Yes."

VMMMM—

The familiar state of Human-Machine Unity descended.

Han Feng jumped into the cockpit and neatly stacked the one hundred Recovery Potions in the storage compartment beside him.

Looking at these small blue vials, his heart swelled with heroic spirit.

’The next few days, it’s time to witness the power of Krypton Gold!’

"Takeoff!"

The engine roared, and the fighter jet shot into the vast, cloudless sky like a silver stream of light.

The tedious yet efficient "Krypton Gold" Cultivation officially began.

Han Feng controlled the "Hunting Falcon," continuously performing all sorts of extreme maneuvers in the air.

Every roll, every climb, madly drained his Qi Blood.

[Ding! Sword Control Technique (Mastery): Skill Proficiency +3]

[Ding! Body Tempering Cultivation +2]

When his Qi Blood Value dropped below the thirty percent warning line, he would unhesitatingly grab a Recovery Potion and down it.

The immense Medicinal Power dissolved within his body, and his depleted Qi Blood was replenished.

Then, he continued!

From dawn to dusk, and from night to daybreak.

Han Feng was completely immersed in the pleasure of his rapidly increasing Cultivation, forgetting time, forgetting fatigue.

Above the Airplane Graveyard, the "Hunting Falcon" fighter jet seemed to have transformed into a tireless silver swift, dancing wildly among the clouds day and night.

On the first day, twenty-five Potions were consumed, and his Cultivation progress advanced from (920/1800) to (1350/1800).

On the second day, with another twenty-five Potions, his progress reached (1780/1800), just one step away from a breakthrough. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

「On the morning of the third day.」

As Han Feng drank his fifth Potion of the day, he felt the Qi Blood Power in his body swell to an unprecedented peak, his meridians aching from the strain.

’Just a little bit more!’

"Now!"

A sharp glint flashed in Han Feng’s eyes as he slammed the control stick all the way forward!

The "Hunting Falcon" fighter jet let out a strained hum, rocketing toward the higher sky at a near-vertical angle!

[Sword Control Technique·Mastery!]

[Body Technique·Spiral Charge!]

Han Feng unleashed every technique he could in that instant. The Qi Blood in his body poured out like a flood from an open dam!

Fifty percent...

Twenty percent...

Five percent...

Just as his Qi Blood was about to bottom out and his vision started to go black...

a torrent of heat erupted from deep within his Dantian!

[Ding! Your Cultivation is full. Initiating breakthrough...]