Chapter 84: Chapter 83: Want to Freeload My Spirit Plant? No, It’s for Maintaining Your "Wife

Han Feng’s heart skipped a beat.

At the Black Market’s exchange rate of one to one hundred thirty, this was equivalent to 26,000 Contribution Points.

But this was the kind of item that had a price but no market; its actual value was even higher.

Looking at the boxes in the others’ hands, although they also contained Spirit Plants, they were mostly Tier One Upper Grade Blood Essence Grass or Spirit Gathering Flowers, worth around 5,000 Contribution Points.

The difference was clear at a glance.

Gu Yun was also holding a box, inside of which was a Tier One Top Grade Blood Essence Grass.

He glanced at the Cyan Jade Bamboo Heart in Han Feng’s hand and snorted softly.

He slammed the lid of his own box shut with a deafening bang, his expression looking as if someone owed him five million.

"It’s well-deserved, well-deserved."

Zhou Ping said with a grin, his eyes lingering on Han Feng for an extra two seconds.

"A sniper who can accurately pierce the protective blood-light of a Tier Two Heretic from several hundred meters away is far more valuable than a warehouse full of spare parts."

"Those were Director Lei’s exact words."

After distributing the gifts, Zhou Ping exchanged a few more pleasantries, informed them that the harvest was suspended for the day for rest and heightened alert, and then took his leave with his men.

Everyone took their gifts and prepared to return to their rooms.

Han Feng looked at the Cyan Jade Bamboo Heart in his hand, the gears in his mind turning furiously.

When it came to the system absorbing Spiritual Energy Material, the more, the better.

This piece of bamboo heart alone was a great supplement, but the effect would surely be even better with a little something extra to go with it.

His gaze naturally fell upon Gu Yun.

Or rather, on the box in Gu Yun’s hand.

"Eldest Young Master Gu, wait a moment."

Han Feng quickened his pace, stopping Gu Yun who was about to return to his room.

Gu Yun stopped, clutching the box protectively to his chest, his eyes wary.

"What do you want?"

"This young master may be rich, but I don’t go around giving handouts to beggars."

Han Feng’s mouth twitched. ’This guy is still as punchable as ever.’

"Let’s make a deal."

Han Feng pointed at the box in Gu Yun’s hand, a "sincere" smile plastered on his face.

"This Blood Essence Grass is mainly for replenishing Qi Blood and increasing brute strength."

"For a Pilot like you who focuses on technique and flashy maneuvers, eating too much of it can cause muscle stiffness and affect your feel for the controls."

"How about... you sell it to me?"

"I’ll give you five thousand Contribution Points. How about it?"

"That’s the highest market price."

Han Feng felt he was being very sincere.

Who would have thought that upon hearing this, not only was Gu Yun unmoved, but he even looked at Han Feng as if he were an idiot.

"Five thousand?"

Gu Yun extended a long, slender finger and wagged it in front of Han Feng’s face.

His tone was filled with the disdain of someone from a great Inner City family.

"Han Feng, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the name ’Gu Family’?"

"It costs this young master eight thousand just to give ’Alice’ a full body wax."

"Do you think I’m short on five thousand points for pocket money?"

After speaking, he raised his chin arrogantly and turned to leave.

Han Feng cursed himself inwardly. ’A miscalculation.’

’Trying to talk money with a rich kid really is an insult to his character archetype.’

But who was Han Feng?

He was the man who could form a Spiritual Link with an aircraft.

His eyes darted, his gaze sweeping over the gaudily painted "Scarlet Witch" on the distant tarmac, and a plan formed in his mind.

"Of course, Young Master Gu certainly isn’t short on cash."

Han Feng began to speak slowly, his voice low but just loud enough for Gu Yun to hear.

"However, some things can’t be bought with money."

"For example... the slightly loose number three hydraulic line in Miss ’Alice’s’ right turbofan engine."

Gu Yun stopped dead in his tracks, whipped around, and stared daggers at Han Feng.

"What did you say?"

Han Feng crossed his arms, an expression of nonchalant ease on his face.

"I heard it during yesterday’s battle."

"When you were performing high-G maneuvers, there was an extremely faint noise coming from the right engine."

"It doesn’t affect its flight performance now, but if it’s not dealt with for a long time..."

He deliberately paused, a regretful expression on his face.

"That slight vibration will be transmitted to the fuselage skin."

"And you know how delicate ’Alice’s’ beautiful anime-style paint job is. If the vibrations cause cracks to form... TSK TSK TSK, how ugly would that be?"

The color instantly drained from Gu Yun’s face.

If money was just a number to him, then "Alice" was his life, his untouchable reverse scale.

Especially when he heard the phrase "cracks in the paint job," Gu Yun’s face went pale.

"Are... are you sure?"

Gu Yun’s voice trembled slightly, all traces of his earlier arrogance gone.

"I’m a professional C Level Technician, and one who can repair aircraft in mid-air at that."

Han Feng pointed to his own head.

"My ears are my ruler."

Of course, this was a bluff.

The truth was, he had taken a peek with his "Spiritual Vision" yesterday and discovered a loose screw in that spot. It was causing a slight resonance, but it wouldn’t affect the paint job at all.

But it was exceptionally effective for scaring this mecha otaku.

Gu Yun stood frozen, his expression a fascinating sight to behold—a mix of conflict, heartache, doubt, and the unwillingness to ask for help.

For a full three seconds, he waged a fierce internal battle between his pride and his "waifu’s" good looks.

In the end, his love for his 2D waifu conquered all.

SMACK!

Gu Yun tossed the box in his hand into Han Feng’s arms with a casual flick of his wrist.

"It’s yours!"

He turned his head away and said with a look of disdain,

"This young master has had too much internal heat lately. This stupid grass is too warming, I don’t feel like eating it."

"Since you want it, just take it and eat it."

After saying that, he added in an extremely awkward voice, as if forcing the words through gritted teeth,

"Um... after breakfast, go to the tarmac and take a look."

"I don’t trust those clumsy ground crew members to touch my ’Ali-ce’."

"Since you’re so free, I’ll leave it to you."

Han Feng caught the box, his heart blooming with joy.

’This tsundere personality of his is just too easy to manipulate.’

"Don’t worry, I guarantee I’ll take care of Miss ’Alice’ so well she’ll be purring. Won’t even leave a single blackhead."

Han Feng made an OK gesture.

"Vulgar!"

Gu Yun shot him a harsh glare.

"That’s maintenance!"

"It’s upkeep!"

"What do you mean ’take care of’... It’s disgusting!"

After yelling this, as if terrified Han Feng would change his mind and shove the box back at him, he fled back to his room at a rapid pace.

The door slammed shut with a BANG.

Nearby, Wang Meng and Old Liu watched, dumbfounded.

"That actually worked?"

Wang Meng scratched his head.

"You just scammed it out of him like that?"

Han Feng shrugged, stacking the two boxes.

"That’s called a precision strike, hitting him right where it hurts."

"Brother Meng, you should take notes."

Back in his room, Han Feng locked the door from the inside and drew the curtains.

He sat cross-legged on the cot and opened the two boxes in front of him.

On the left was the verdant, glossy Cyan Jade Bamboo Heart, and on the right, the Blood Essence Grass, as crimson as blood.

One cool, one hot; one pure, one turbid.

’Although the Blood Essence Grass is a bit lower in grade, its strength lies in its ferocious medicinal power, which is perfect for breaking through my bottleneck.’

Han Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and let his heartbeat gradually calm down.

Without any hesitation, he first grabbed the Blood Essence Grass and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing vigorously.

Bitter!

An extreme bitterness instantly exploded in his mouth.

This was followed by a fiery, stinging sensation.

’No wonder that kid Gu Yun doesn’t like to eat this stuff. The taste really is like eating poison.’

GULP.

Han Feng forced it down, suppressing the urge to gag.

The next second, it felt as if his abdomen was on fire.

A violent torrent of heat rushed down his esophagus into his stomach, then spread wildly toward his limbs and bones.