This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 303 -300: The Invincible A.T. Field Displays Its Divine Might Again

He followed Liu Qingmeng, heading toward the back mountain.

As payment for his help, he could choose a Sacrificial Artifact from the back mountain’s Sword Tomb ahead of schedule.

Passing through a small door in the main hall, the view suddenly opened up. A small path paved with unknown stones stretched forward.

On both sides of the path stood countless half-man-high stone blocks.

Every few meters, a longsword of unique design was embedded in one of the blocks.

According to Liu Qingmeng, most of Jiejian Mountain’s traditions involved entrusting one’s light of the soul to a sword.

For millennia, the Sacrificial Artifacts of fallen Disciples had been sent into the Sword Tomb. As a result, the entire place was now densely packed with thousands of longswords.

“Go and choose one for yourself. I’ll wait for you here,” Liu Qingmeng said, her expression placid.

“There are Sacrificial Artifacts from the First to the Fourth Turn inside. As for the two Fifth Turn ones, they were taken by the previous Sect Leader when he ascended.”

Giving a slight nod, Fang Can stepped inside.

Once inside the Sword Tomb, all he could see were the longswords thrust into the stones on either side. He saw everything from broadswords and greatswords to Soft Swords and rapiers.

He could even hear the ringing of the Sacrificial Artifacts that were Third Turn or higher.

Clearly, it wasn’t just a matter of a person choosing a sword; the swords also chose their person.

Treasured swords possessed Spirit Communication. High-level Sacrificial Artifacts, nurtured by the light of the soul, were no different.

Unlike disposable Fourth Turn Sacrificial Artifacts, a treasured sword was a lifelong companion. It couldn’t be easily stolen, so naturally, it had to possess some quality of mutual understanding with its wielder.

At the Fourth Turn, they could have faint emotions, and after the Fifth Turn, they could even directly give birth to something like an Artifact Spirit.

They were demonstrating their power against an intruder like Fang Can. If he couldn’t gain their recognition, he wouldn’t even be able to pull them out, let alone use them.

Facing the countless sharp swords that were demonstrating their might, Fang Can thought for a moment, then, following his intuition, tentatively projected his AT field forward.

The formless, intangible field emanated from Fang Can’s body, enveloping all the longswords within a ten-meter radius.

[Accessible device detected within signal range. Send connection request?]

[Detecting…]

[Detecting…]

As this signal transmitted into Fang Can’s brain, the mouth behind his white mask fell open unconsciously. ‘This works too?’

He had only been trying it out, following a subconscious whim without much hope, but it had actually succeeded.

He carefully recalled the requirements for an AT field connection: virgin… 75+ points in appearance… all-natural, no plastic surgery or gender reassignment…

‘So how can these swords connect? Are they… female swords?’

Fang Can stared in astonishment at the longswords that covered the mountainside.

‘Since they were all used by female cultivators, do they count as female swords?’

‘A sword that hasn’t birthed a Sword Spirit is naturally a virgin!’

‘And compared to the run-of-the-mill longswords on the market, these are all pretty cool, so they meet the appearance score requirement?’

‘Plus, they can’t get plastic surgery, so they’re definitely all-natural…’

‘So my AT field can connect not just with humans, but with any female creature, or even swords of indeterminate gender? Isn’t that a bit too messed up?!’

At that moment, Fang Can was plunged into deep shock. He then looked at the several longswords enveloped by his AT field, wondering what would happen after he activated the connection.

‘Humans have three orifices, but how is a sword made entirely of steel supposed to “connect”?’

‘Should I activate it…?’ Fang Can fell into thought.

Though he was a little afraid of a Rick Five-style disaster, smashing right into the blade to no avail, he was just too curious about what would happen.

‘Screw it! Connecting!’ Fang Can gritted his teeth and forcibly activated the AT field on the few longswords within range.

And then… nothing happened.

Fang Can didn’t feel anything, as if he hadn’t activated it at all.

‘Was it useless?’ Just as Fang Can was hesitating, a tremendous sword-ring filled his ears in the next moment.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!!!!!!!!

HUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!

…

Every longsword within Fang Can’s field was vibrating frantically, as if it had encountered a prehistoric arch-demon.

The rapiers let out excited clangs, the broadswords hummed with low-frequency vibrations, and the Soft Swords trembled with a swish, like a blade cutting through a clear spring.

The sudden trembling of these dozen or so swords made Fang Can subconsciously withdraw his AT field.

But it would have been better if he hadn’t. The moment he withdrew it, the swords vibrated even more violently.

In their hundreds or thousands of years of existence, when had these longswords ever experienced something like this? Right now, they were like little animals in a nature documentary when spring arrives, frantically trying to curry favor with Fang Can.

Outside, Liu Qingmeng listened to the suddenly intensifying sword-song from within the Sword Tomb.

The sound lacked its usual murderous aura. Instead, it sounded more like a lonely concubine in her boudoir begging for affection???

The thought flashed through her mind for only an instant. She pressed a fair hand to her forehead and shook her head, finding the idea absurd. “I must be going mad. They’re just swords. Still, it seems that kid is quite popular in there, huh?”

As she muttered to herself, the longsword on Liu Qingmeng’s back gave an imperceptible shudder before falling silent again.

“My apologies, my apologies…”

Inside the Sword Tomb, Fang Can pressed his palms together, apologizing to the surrounding longswords. Not daring to provoke them any further, he hurriedly walked deeper inside.

He could only take one sword this time; he couldn’t take responsibility for the lives of so many longswords. That being the case, why flirt if you have no intention of taking them?

As he walked along the path, the defiant ringing from before had fallen silent, as if the other swords had been frightened by the ones so frantically trying to win his favor.

He continued on, walking through the Sword Tomb with his eyes closed, following his intuition. After what felt like a thousand meters, he felt a pull, stopped, and looked to his left.

Before Fang Can, embedded in the stone of the Sword Tomb, was a sword as thin as a cicada’s wing. Its edge shimmered with a flowing, purplish-blue cold light. The hilt was carved with intricate ice patterns and adorned with a dusky blue crystal. The entire sword was long, slender, and elegant.

As Fang Can gazed at it, the longsword seemed to sense his presence and began to hum continuously like a clear spring, a faint hint of hostility in its cry.

‘This level of spirituality… it must be a Fourth Turn Sacrificial Artifact.’ Fang Can nodded to himself, having already made his choice.

He leaped lightly onto the stone block, looked at the vibrating purple sword before him, and reached out to grasp its hilt.

He had just started to pull it out when he felt as if the sword in his hand was connected to a massive mountain. No matter how hard he pulled, he couldn’t draw it.

Looking at the purple sword beneath him, which was trembling slightly as if to mock him, Fang Can said nothing, silently concentrating his AT field into his hands.

Gloomy Soul-Devouring Palm!!!

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG—

The next moment, a violent sword-cry erupted from the vibrating purple sword, as if the weapon were wailing in agony.

Seeing this, Fang Can gave a powerful tug, pulling the longsword out by about half a foot, only to immediately feel immense resistance again.

Watching the purple sword struggle to resist his AT field, Fang Can couldn’t help but frown. “Even with this, you still won’t let me pull you out? You little…”

Fang Can held back no longer, pressing down with the full power of his Gloomy Soul-Devouring Palm!

In the next instant, the purple sword let out one last massive cry, went completely stiff, and then stopped moving altogether.