Chapter 300: The Invincible AT Field Shows Its Divine Might Again!

Following Hearing Liu Qingmeng's back, he headed toward the rear mountain.

As payment for this assistance, he could select a ritual vessel from the Sword Tomb in the rear mountain in advance and leave.

Passing through a small door inside the main hall, the view suddenly opened up; a path paved with unknown bricks stretched forward.

On both sides of the road stood countless stone blocks half a person's height.

Every few meters, a long sword of a unique shape was stuck into each stone block.

According to Hearing Liu Qingmeng, the legacy of the Sword Mountain mostly involved entrusting the light of the soul to swords.

Over thousands of years, the ritual vessels of deceased disciples were sent into the Sword Tomb; over time, the entire tomb became densely packed with thousands of long swords.

"Go choose for yourself; I will wait here," Hearing Liu Qingmeng said with a calm expression.

"Inside, there are ritual vessels from the first to fourth tiers; as for the two fifth-tier ones, they were taken away by the previous sect master after ascending."

Nodding lightly, Fang Can stepped inside.

Inside the Sword Tomb, his eyes saw only long swords stuck on both sides; from broad heavy swords to soft sharp swords, all could be seen.

In his ears, he could even hear the clanging sword cries of ritual vessels above the third tier.

Clearly, it was not merely humans choosing swords; swords also chose humans.

Precious swords possess spiritual awareness; high-tier ritual vessels, being nurtured by the light of the soul, are no different.

Compared to one-time fourth-tier ritual vessels, precious swords are items to be used for a lifetime; they cannot possibly be easily stolen by others, so naturally, they must possess some attribute of mutual understanding.

At the fourth tier, they can have slight emotions; after the fifth tier, they can even directly birth something like a vessel spirit.

They would show off to intruders like Fang Can; if they were not granted approval, one couldn't even pull them out, let alone use them.

Facing the sharp swords glaring at him in a show of force, Fang Can thought for a moment, then, following his intuition, tentatively projected his AT field forward.

An invisible, formless field enveloped Fang Can's body and extended forward, encompassing all long swords within a ten-meter radius.

【Detected accessible devices within signal range. Issue connection invitation?】

【Detected...】

【Detected...】

As this signal conducted into Fang Can's brain, the mouth behind his white mask involuntarily gaped open. Could this really work?

He had originally just tried the idea that popped into his subconscious, holding little hope, yet it actually succeeded.

Thinking carefully about the AT field connection requirements: virgin... appearance score above 75... purely natural, no plastic surgery or sex change...

'So how can these swords connect? Female... swords?'

Fang Can stared in astonishment at the long swords covering the mountainside.

Because they were swords used by female cultivators, they counted as female swords?

Since the swords had not birthed sword spirits, they naturally could not lose their virginity!

And compared to the generic long swords on the market, these swords were quite cool, so did they meet the appearance standard?

And they absolutely could not undergo plastic surgery; purely natural...

'So my AT field connects not just to humans, but to female creatures, or even swords where gender is indistinguishable? Isn't that just too perverted!'

At this moment, Fang Can sank into deep shock, then his gaze turned to the several long swords covered by the AT field, pondering what would happen if he activated the field.

Humans have three openings, but how can swords made entirely of steel have three openings?

'Should I activate it...' Fang Can fell into thought.

Although he was somewhat afraid of directly crashing Rick Five into a sword edge with no benefit, he was truly curious about what would happen.

'Screw it! Connect!' Fang Can gritted his teeth and forcibly activated the AT field on the several long swords within range.

Then... nothing happened.

Fang Can felt nothing, as if he hadn't activated it at all.

'Is it useless?' Just as Fang Can hesitated, the next moment a massive sword cry entered his ears.

Clang Clang Clang!!!!!!!!!

Zing Zing Zing!!!!!!!!!

Every long sword within the reach of Fang Can's field trembled wildly, as if encountering Shi Qian, a primordial great demon.

Among them, the sharp swords emitted an excited clang, the broad swords trembled with a low zing, and the soft swords made a whistling tremor sound like cleaving a clear spring.

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

The result was that not withdrawing was fine, but once he withdrew, those swords trembled even more violently.

In the hundreds or thousands of years of these long swords' lives, where had they ever seen this? At this moment, they were like small animals in spring from a documentary, frantically showing favor to Fang Can.

Outside, Hearing Liu Qingmeng heard the suddenly intensified sword cries from within the Sword Tomb.

Those sword cries lacked the usual air of constant slaughter; instead, they sounded like a secluded, resentful wife seeking love???

This thought flashed through her mind for an instant; she placed her pale hand on her forehead, shook her head feeling it was absurd, and said:

"I have truly gone mad. Those are just swords. But it seems that young man is very popular inside?"

As she murmured to herself, the long sword carried on Hearing Liu Qingmeng's back trembled imperceptibly, then immediately returned to silence.

"Forgive me, forgive me..."

Inside the Sword Tomb, Fang Can pressed his palms together and apologized to the surrounding long swords, daring not to provoke them further, and hurriedly walked toward the interior.

He could only take one sword this time; he could not bear the lives of so many long swords. Since that was the case, why provoke them if not to take one?

Walking along the path, the sword cries that had previously trembled in show of force had now returned to silence, seemingly frightened by those long swords frantically showing favor.

Following his intuition with eyes closed, Fang Can walked through the Sword Tomb; after feeling he had walked a distance of over a thousand meters, he stopped with a sense in his heart and looked to his left.

Before Fang Can, stuck in the Sword Tomb, was a blade as thin as a cicada's wing; the sword edge shimmered with a flowing purple-green cold light, the hilt was carved with intricate ice patterns, adorned with dark blue crystals, and the entire sword had a slender, elegant shape.

As Fang Can gazed at it, the long sword also sensed his presence and continuously emitted a tremor like a clear spring, vaguely carrying an intent of hostility.

"This spiritual quality basically confirms it is a Sacrificial Artifact of the Fourth Transformation level." Fang Can nodded silently to himself, his target already set in his mind.

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

Just as he intended to pull it out, he felt the entire sword in his hand connected to a massive Shanfeng; no matter how hard he pulled, he could not draw it.

Looking at the purple sword beneath him, which trembled continuously as if mocking him, Fang Can said nothing, silently concentrating his at-field on both hands.

Dismal Soul-Dispersing Palm!!!

Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang—

In the next moment, violent sword cries continuously emanated from the vibration of the purple sword, as if the long sword were wailing in grief.

Seeing this, Fang Can gave a mighty yank, pulling the long sword out half a chi, only to feel a huge obstruction once more.

Watching the purple sword struggle to resist his at-field, Fang Can's brows could not help but furrow:

"Even like this, you won't let me pull you out, you fellow..."

Fang Can no longer held back; with full power, he pressed the Dismal Soul-Dispersing Palm down with all his might!

In the next instant, the purple sword let out a tremendous sword cry, then froze stiff, and immediately ceased moving.

(End of this chapter)