Liu Mengran also sat up curiously, the silk sheet slipping off her shoulders to reveal a large expanse of snow-white skin. Han Feng's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he quickly looked away.
"Well..." Han Feng carefully chose his words, "My constitution is rather special." He didn't know how to explain the star network diagram in his sea of consciousness, so he could only simplify, "I don't need to actively cultivate; my body automatically absorbs the power of the stars."
The two women stared wide-eyed, speechless for a long moment. Liu Mengran was the first to react: "So you mean you're cultivating all the time?"
"That's one way to understand it," Han Feng nodded.
"That's too much of a cheat!" Su Wanwan flipped over and straddled Han Feng. "Then what we did just now... that... wasn't it also..." Her voice trailed off.
Han Feng understood and reached out to probe the energy flow within the two women's bodies. He immediately widened his eyes: "You two have actually reached the fifth level of the early stage of the Acquired Realm?" They had only just entered the sect, this speed was too fast.
Liu Mengran covered her mouth: "So fast?" She tried to gather energy, and a soft halo immediately appeared in her palm, several times more solid than before.
Han Feng clicked his tongue in amazement. It seemed that the close contact between the three of them could indeed accelerate the energy resonance, but he wisely did not voice this discovery—unless he wanted to get another beating.
"By the way, what did you go to see Grandpa about yesterday?" Liu Mengran suddenly asked.
"Let's study some ancient martial arts techniques." Han Feng perked up. "The fighting style of ancient martial arts families isn't simply about releasing energy; they have specific techniques..."
"Show me!" Su Wanwan's eyes lit up, and she instantly forgot her shyness.
Helpless, Han Feng could only raise his right hand. The power of the stars flowed in his palm, gradually condensing into a three-inch-long, dazzling throwing knife. With a flick of his wrist, the knife shot out silently, instantly embedding itself in the opposite wall, leaving only a small, bottomless hole.
"Wow!" the two women exclaimed simultaneously.
"Han Feng, teach me! I want to learn!" Su Wanwan pounced on Han Feng and shook his arm.
"I want one too." Although Liu Mengran was somewhat reserved, the longing in her eyes was equally obvious.
Han Feng smiled wryly: "These moves are too powerful; they require a special venue..."
"We can go to Grandpa's training room!" Liu Mengran suggested.
"No way!" Han Feng quickly waved his hand. "Yesterday, my 'Starlight Rain' move almost destroyed the training room that could withstand attacks from the Innate Realm. Grandpa wants to grab his cane whenever he sees me."
Su Wanwan's eyes darted around: "Doesn't Longyuan have a special training ground? We can..."
"No." Han Feng interrupted her, "We need to apply for approval first."
"Tch~" Su Wanwan pouted, "Breaking in and opening the door is a piece of cake for me."
Han Feng pinched the tip of her nose: "Longyuan is, after all, a special department of China; the necessary procedures must be followed." He glanced at the clock. "I'll ask Elder Lin tomorrow, and then I'll take you there."
"You said it yourself!" Su Wanwan immediately jumped up happily.
"Before that, I'll have to ask for my share of the benefits," Han Feng said with a wicked grin. You can imagine what happened next.
---This is the dividing line---
Early in the morning, Su Wanwan couldn't wait to call Lin Zhengguo and explain that Han Feng was going to take her and Liu Mengran to Longyuan to learn how to cultivate.
Lin Zhengguo agreed without hesitation, so Han Feng took the two women to the base.
Inside the Longyuan Base training grounds, the scratches covering the alloy walls silently testified to the intense training that had taken place here. When Han Feng pushed open the heavy blast door, the five members of the Iron Tower team were already lined up neatly, their camouflage combat uniforms still stained with sweat from the morning training.
\"salute!\"
As the towering figure spoke in a deep voice, all five team members raised their right arms in unison. Han Feng returned the salute and stepped aside to make way, allowing Liu Mengran and Su Wanwan to slowly walk into the training field. Su Wanwan was fine, wearing Longyuan's standard training uniform; Liu Mengran, however, was dressed casually, looking out of place in the training field filled with the smell of metal and sweat.
"This is Liu Mengran, I..." Han Feng paused, "...my special training assistant."
The group of men from the Iron Tower exchanged knowing glances. Everyone knew about her relationship with the captain, but military discipline was strict, and no one dared to say anything. They simply looked at Liu Mengran with more respect.
"Today's training is a bit special," Han Feng said, walking to the center of the training area and gesturing for everyone to sit in a circle. "It's about the advanced application of energy materialization."
Su Wanwan eagerly sat down cross-legged: "Is it the one you showed me yesterday?"
"That's right." Han Feng's palm faced upwards, and a wisp of silvery-white starlight slowly rose. "Traditional combat methods involve directly releasing energy, like this—"
He flicked his finger, and the energy transformed into a beam of light that shot towards the distant target, leaving a shallow dent in the specially made alloy.
"Concretization, on the other hand, is the transformation of energy into a physical weapon." Han Feng took a deep breath, and the energy in his palm suddenly spun violently, gradually stretching and deforming. In the blink of an eye, a three-foot-long green sword had taken shape, its blade shimmering with starlight, and its edge gleaming with a cold light.
Iron Tower gasped, instinctively reaching out to touch it, but then withdrew his fingers just before making contact—the sharpness emanating from the sword stung his skin.
"So beautiful..." Liu Mengran exclaimed softly, her eyes reflecting a starry sky.
Han Feng flicked his wrist, and the longsword traced a graceful arc in the air: "To condense a physical form, one must first thoroughly understand its essence." He gently stroked the blade, "Weight, center of gravity, material properties, even the molecular arrangement during the forging process—the more precise the details, the more perfect the representation."
Su Wanwan frowned. "Does that mean I have to become a blacksmith first?"
"In a sense, yes." Han Feng suddenly tossed the longsword to her. "Try it out."
Su Wanwan hurriedly caught it, but was surprised to find that this energy sword was no different from a real sword—the cold metallic touch, the perfect weight, and even the texture of the anti-slip pattern on the hilt was frighteningly realistic.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, waving it a couple of times. "It looks exactly like the real thing!"
Han Feng smiled: "Because I've studied hundreds of ancient swords." He sheathed his longsword, the energy dissipating back into his body. "Now, choose the weapon you are most familiar with and begin your attempts."
Everyone immediately sprang into action. Iron Tower chose the heavy battle axe, closing his eyes to recall a Nordic-style axe he had once used; Su Wanwan, on the other hand, fantasized about a small dagger, her fingers constantly gesturing; Liu Mengran did not rush to act, but instead carefully observed the energy flow trajectory that Han Feng had just demonstrated.
The training ground was quickly filled with silvery-white light. The energy of the iron tower churned in the palm of her hand, but always dissipated just before it was about to take shape; Su Wanwan's dagger swelled and shrank unpredictably, completely out of control; even Liu Mengran's attempts to condense fine needles repeatedly failed.
"Don't rush." Han Feng weaved through the crowd, offering guidance. "Iron Tower, your problem is that you're too focused on the appearance. Earth energy emphasizes solidity and simplicity; why not start by condensing a simple hammerhead?"
The tower suddenly understood and focused on the most basic geometric shapes. Soon, a rough but solid stone hammer appeared in his hand.
"I did it!" The two-meter-tall, burly man was as excited as a child.
Su Wanwan stamped her feet in frustration: "Why do my daggers keep falling apart?"
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