High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

"Since you're talking about free trade, fine.

Get that so-called 'Divine Artisan' out here.

I want to see just who this master is. Someone who doesn't even know the unwritten rules, yet dares to set up shop in East Sea City."

"The master... is still on his way."

Although Long Xiao was terrified, he didn't back down. "If Young Master Su is willing to wait, then please, have some tea."

Su Jian let out a cold laugh. He wasn't annoyed, merely leaning back in his chair, his long, slender fingers drumming a steady rhythm on the armrest.

"Fine, I'll wait.

I'm going to find out today whether you actually have an ace up your sleeve or if you're just running a bluff.

If the person who shows up isn't important enough..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the killing intent in his narrowed eyes was almost tangible.

Time ticked by, second by second.

The teahouse was terrifyingly silent. The only sound was Su Jian's drumming fingers, each tap like a death knell striking fear into the hearts of Long Xiao and Iron Hand.

Though Long Xiao appeared calm as he continuously refilled Su Jian's cup, his trembling fingers betrayed his inner turmoil.

'If Han Feng can't handle this today, or if he doesn't show up at all, then my shop—and even my life—is forfeit.'

Just as Long Xiao was about to break, the soft sound of footsteps came from the doorway.

They were unhurried, each step falling with a precision that suggested a calm, calculated rhythm.

Su Jian's drumming fingers abruptly stopped.

As a master on the verge of breaking through to the Divine Containment Realm, his Perception was far beyond that of an ordinary person.

The newcomer wasn't releasing any aura, but the way they seemed to blend seamlessly into their surroundings was something no ordinary person could achieve.

The door curtain was lifted.

A figure in a black hoodie walked in.

In that instant, the atmosphere in the teahouse grew tense.

Iron Hand, who had been hiding in the corner, felt his legs give way, and he collapsed to the floor.

He felt as if he'd been targeted by a terrifying Fierce Beast. The primal fear made it hard to even breathe.

The nonchalant expression on Su Jian's face vanished.

He rose slowly to his feet, every muscle in his body tensing. The True Qi within him churned wildly as he prepared to strike at a moment's notice.

'A master!

An absolute master!

Just from his presence alone, the formless spiritual pressure was enough to make a genius of the Su Family like me feel like I was suffocating.

I've only ever felt something like this from the patron elders of my family.

Could it really be a Tier Four Grandmaster?'

The man in black walked to the tea counter. He ignored Long Xiao, his gaze falling instead on the wary Su Jian.

"Someone from the Su Family?"

The voice was young and calm, betraying no emotion.

Su Jian's pupils contracted.

'This voice... why does it sound so familiar?'

He stared intently at the shadows beneath the man's hood and demanded sharply,

"Since you're here, why hide your face?

You're stepping on our turf here in East Sea City. You owe us an explanation.

The Su Family respects the strong, but we're not pushovers for just anyone to bully!"

The words had barely left his mouth when an even more terrifying spiritual pressure erupted, bearing down on him.

Su Jian let out a muffled grunt. The floor tiles beneath his feet cracked instantly, and the pressure forced him back half a step, his face flushing crimson.

His pupils constricted as True Qi surged through him. He tightened his grip on the Defensive Talisman Treasure in his robes, preparing to resist the sudden, terrifying pressure with all his might.

Then, the man in black raised a hand and pulled back his hood.

He revealed a young, handsome face, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"Eldest Young Master Su, what an imposing display.

What, are you trying to put me in my place?"

The Jade Talisman Su Jian had just pulled out slipped from his grasp and CLATTERED to the floor.

His eyes went wide, and he stared at the face before him as if he'd seen a ghost.

All the killing intent, anger, and vigilance he had just mustered collapsed in an instant, replaced by utter shock and disbelief.

"Han... Han Feng?!"

Su Jian's voice cracked, completely losing the deep, imposing tone he'd had just moments before.

"It's me."

Han Feng pulled out a chair, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"I hear Eldest Young Master Su wanted me to pay my respects? And was going to lay down some rules for me?"

Nearby, Long Xiao and Iron Hand were dumbfounded.

They had imagined countless scenarios.

Like the two of them coming to blows and tearing the Black Market apart.

Or the Divine Artisan being some white-bearded old man who would try to pull rank on Young Master Su.

But they never, ever imagined that the expression of the Eldest Young Master of the Su Family—a man who struck fear into the entire Black Market—would become so... priceless the moment he saw Han Feng.

The muscles in Su Jian's face twitched a few times. Then, an instant later, his expression was plastered with a smile so radiant it bordered on sycophantic.

The one-eighty he pulled was faster than the flip of a page.

"Well, if it isn't Brother Han!"

Su Jian scrambled forward and seized Han Feng's hand in both of his own.

He was so enthusiastic, you'd think he'd just found a long-lost brother.

"A misunderstanding! This is all a huge misunderstanding!"

Su Jian declared, vigorously shaking Han Feng's hand.

"If I'd known the 'Divine Artisan' was you, I wouldn't have brought bodyguards! I would've come with good wine and fine food! We're practically brothers!"

Long Xiao nearly dropped the teapot he had just picked up.

Iron Hand, still in the corner, looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head.

'Is this still the same ruthless, arrogant Eldest Young Master of the Su Family?

He looks more like some star-struck fanboy meeting his idol.'

Han Feng eyed him with a faint, unreadable smile.

"I thought you just accused me of horning in on your territory and trying to wreck your business?"

"What bastard said that? It's a slanderous rumor!"

Su Jian declared righteously, not batting an eye.

"Brother Han! You're the pride of East Sea Martial Arts University! A hero of our East Sea City!

The fact that you'd deign to forge Spiritual Soldiers for us improves the entire city's combat strength. It's a great deed that benefits all of East Sea City!

The Su Family can't support you fast enough! How could we possibly object?"

With that, he turned and bellowed at Long Xiao,

"Boss Long, what's the big idea!

Since this is Brother Han's business, why didn't you say so sooner?

If you had, I would've opened up the Su Family's best material warehouses for you to use, free of charge!"

Long Xiao's mouth hung open. He was utterly speechless.

'This guy's talent for changing faces is wasted. He should have studied Sichuan opera.'

Han Feng withdrew his hand and gestured to the chair opposite him. "Sit down. Let's talk."

Su Jian scurried over to the seat, all his previous arrogance gone.

He even took the initiative to pick up the teapot and pour for Han Feng, then leaned in, lowered his voice, and spoke with an air of mystery.

"Brother Han, I heard about your amazing feats at Dragon's Fang Port. My sister... ahem, Yunxi, has been talking about you nonstop at home.

She says you're the one who saved her life, and she hasn't had a chance to thank you properly."

Han Feng raised an eyebrow. "Su Yunxi?"

"That's the one!"

Su Jian's smile grew even more sincere, now tinged with an eagerness to please.

"Brother Han, you have no idea. Ever since she came back from the trial on Suspended Mountain, my sister Yunxi has been talking nonstop about how you saved her life.

The old man of the family said so too. He said you're a once-in-a-century genius for East Sea City and that we absolutely must grow closer to you."

Long Xiao, listening from the side, was flabbergasted.

'Just how much clout... does this Han Feng have?'

Han Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

'He knew Su Jian was a smart man who knew how to read a room, but his talent for shameless opportunism was truly world-class.

Still, you don't hit a man who's smiling at you.

Since Su Jian was actively trying to get on his good side, even trying to recruit him, it would be a waste not to use this connection.'

"Dinner won't be necessary."

Han Feng said coolly, "I've been very busy lately."

At his words, Su Jian's expression faltered. Then he remembered the rumors about Han Feng circulating in the Black Market.

He immediately understood that Han Feng must be busy earning resources.

With that thought, he leaned in closer and said in a voice only the two of them could hear,

"Brother Han, to be perfectly honest,

For my upcoming trip to Dragon Abyss, I had a set of blueprints for a 'Wind Thunder Spear' custom-designed. I've already gathered all the materials, and they're all top-tier."

At this, a troubled expression appeared on Su Jian's face, and he sighed.

"But unfortunately, the so-called masters my family employs... their skill leaves much to be desired.

They've revised the blueprints eight times, but the prototype is still not quite right. The Energy conduction feels sluggish, not smooth enough."

He stole a glance at Han Feng's face. Seeing no impatience there, he finally revealed his true intentions.

"If you're not busy at the moment, Brother Han, why not come take a look at the Su Family's workshop?

Maybe you could lend me your expert eye?

Of course, I won't let you make the trip for nothing. I have a few pieces of Tier Four rare ore in my warehouse, collected by the Su Family back in the day.

If any of it catches your eye, Brother Han, it's yours for the taking!"

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