Chapter 492 - 313: The Divine Crystal’s Hidden Deceit, the Sword Seed’s Silent Gambit

’And isn’t this Divine Soul Crystal right in front of me the absolute best "Divine Soul" type of Spiritual Material?’

’My strongest abilities just so happen to be Spiritual Attack Techniques like the Three-Inch Heart Sword.’

’If...’

A bold plan rapidly took shape in Han Feng’s mind.

He could use this Divine Soul Crystal to condense a Sword Seed containing his own insights into the Three-Inch Heart Sword.

Then, he would "invest" this Sword Seed in a target.

If he succeeded, once the Sword Seed matured and bore fruit, he could remotely harvest the Sword Fruit.

If it were a friend, he would only take the Dao Rhyme Crystal to increase his Skill Proficiency in Divine Soul Techniques.

If it were an enemy, he would drain their Cultivation and Talent Origin, absorbing it all for his own use!

’Using their chicken to lay my own egg... no, it’s using the Child of the Mist’s chicken to lay *my* egg!’

Han Feng’s eyes grew brighter and brighter. ’This is an absolute stroke of genius!’

The only question was whether the Sword Seed he condensed could suppress the Weaver’s Power of Law contained within.

There was no use just thinking about it.

Han Feng had always been a man of action.

He sat down cross-legged, recalling the method for condensing a Sword Seed that the system had imparted to him.

’Select Core Skill: Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method·Mastery!’

’Consume 10% of current maximum Spiritual Power... Confirm!’

’Select medium Spiritual Material: Divine Soul Crystal!’

As he confirmed it in his mind, 450 points of Spiritual Power were instantly drained from his Sea of Consciousness.

A small, ethereal yet solid sword, seemingly forged from moonlight, slowly took shape in his Sea of Consciousness.

Han Feng carefully guided this "Heart Sword Core," slowly fusing it with the Divine Soul Crystal in his palm.

The final step: use the Power of Rules from the Sword Tomb Space to solidify it completely!

VMM!

With a flash of light, a brand-new crystal appeared before his eyes.

The crystal was translucent. Inside, an ethereal Three-Inch Heart Sword floated silently, emitting pure spiritual fluctuations.

’No, this looks way too different. You can tell something’s off with a single glance.’

Han Feng shook his head.

If he wanted to pass this off, it had to be seamless.

Within the Sword Tomb Space, he was the master.

With a single thought, the translucent seed before him began to change violently—stretching, compressing, reshaping...

Soon, it reverted to its original form: a dazzling golden Divine Soul Crystal, completely identical to the one before.

Han Feng activated his Eye of Insight again.

In his vision, inside the disguised crystal, the transparent little sword representing his Will was locked in a death grip with the wisp of gray-black aura, the two tangled together inseparably.

He could clearly sense that the Sword Seed remained under his control, untainted by the Weaver’s aura.

He opened the system panel.

A new icon had appeared under the Sword Seed Dao Transmission function.

[Divine Soul Sword Seed (Three-Inch Heart Sword)]: Unplanted.

Status: Healthy.

Control: 100%.

’Excellent!’

With a thought, Han Feng’s figure vanished, and he reappeared in the underground Quiet Chamber of his villa.

He opened his hand, where the modified Divine Soul Crystal lay quietly in his palm.

He observed it again with his Eye of Insight.

Sure enough, in the real world, the crystal appeared flawless; the transparent little sword and the gray aura within were completely invisible.

But through the system panel, he could still clearly perceive the Sword Seed’s existence and status.

’The plan is perfectly viable!’

Next, he just needed to find a suitable "test subject" to validate his "fight poison with poison" plan.

He needed someone who had already used a Divine Soul Crystal, their Divine Soul tainted by the Weaver’s aura.

The target also needed to have a Will tenacious enough to resist complete corruption for a short time.

A figure almost immediately surfaced in Han Feng’s mind.

Zhao Tianlan.

The ace Pilot of East Sea City’s Ghost Squad.

The man had suffered damage to his Divine Soul at Broken Star Reef and had only recovered thanks to a Divine Soul Crystal he’d gotten from the military.

By now, the Weaver’s "poison" must have already been planted within his Divine Soul.

’Rather than let him continue down this path and end up a puppet of the Child of the Mist, I might as well add my own "special ingredient."’

’Then, if he really is influenced by the Weaver’s power and does something out of line...’

’...I’ll be able to detect it immediately through the Sword Seed and even intervene.’

’Of course, collecting a little interest along the way is only right and proper.’

With this in mind, Han Feng stopped hesitating and picked up his Tinder Terminal.

He found Zhao Tianlan’s comms number and placed the call.

BEEP... BEEP...

The call connected quickly, and Zhao Tianlan’s sharp, angular face appeared on the light screen.

He appeared to be in a stark white room with a plain background, likely an intensive care unit.

Seeing it was Han Feng, Zhao Tianlan’s eyes instantly lit up, and he struggled to sit up.

"Instructor!"

"Stay put. Don’t move."

Han Feng stopped him immediately. "I’m just calling to check on you. How are you feeling?"

"Reporting, Instructor, I feel great!"

Zhao Tianlan’s voice was loud and strong. "The doctor says I can be discharged after another two days of observation. This time, it was all thanks to you..."

"That’s enough. Cut the formalities."

Han Feng cut him off. "I’m your instructor; saving you was my duty. You just focus on your recovery. I’ll come by to see you in a bit."

After hanging up, Han Feng wasted no time. He changed into casual clothes and headed directly for the East Sea Military Medical Research Institute.

The institute’s intensive care unit was heavily guarded, but Han Feng’s Tinder Terminal served as a top-tier access pass, allowing him to proceed without obstruction.

Pushing open the door, he saw that Zhao Tianlan was, in fact, already out of bed and moving about, practicing a set of basic fist techniques in his room.

His every move was powerful and vigorous; it was impossible to tell that just a few days ago, he had been a semi-paralyzed patient.

"You’re recovering well," Han Feng said, leaning against the doorframe.