Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 301 Zi Ling and the Sword Nurturing

'Hey, why is this sword so soft?'

Inside the Sword Tomb, as the full power of the Heart-wrenching Palm was unleashed, the purple sword froze and then fell silent.

After all, even Yan Chuqing, who was at the fourth level, couldn't withstand his sneak attack.

How could a mere fourth-tier spirit artifact possibly withstand it?

After ceasing to resist, Fang Can gently pulled the purple sword out of the white stone.

But Fang Can immediately saw that, under the influence of gravity, the entire longsword bent slightly downwards, revealing itself to be a soft sword as thin as a butterfly wing.

With a gentle shake, watching the sword tip tremble slightly and emit a sound like a snake flicking its tongue, Fang Can directly injected an AT field to straighten it up.

He reached out and lightly flicked the blade; the light touch of his fingertips produced a resonant, trembling sound.

As Fang Can gently stroked the smooth blade of the purple sword with his fingertips, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. It was indeed a fine sword.

Since there was no matching scabbard available, Fang Can gently shook the entire soft sword and wrapped it around his waist, where it was bound by the force field and transformed into a close-fitting light purple belt.

Looking at the various longswords buried deep around him, Fang Can, having already chosen his favorite sword, no longer lingered and strode out of the sword tomb.

But when he returned to the beginning, he could still faintly hear the soft humming of the dozen or so longswords he had connected with.

"Looks like you've made your choice?"

Liu Qingmeng saw Fang Can emerge, her gaze lingering on his figure, finally settling on the translucent purple patterned belt, a hint of surprise in her eyes:
"I never expected you to choose Zi Ling. This is the sword of the second generation master."

"Does this sword have any special effects?" Fang Can asked.

"You don't know?" Liu Qingmeng looked at the bewildered boy with slight surprise:
"Since this sword has chosen you, and you are of one mind with it, you should be able to vaguely understand the effects of Zi Ling."

Fang Can looked slightly embarrassed behind the mask.

There's no such thing as mutual understanding; it's just that one person uses an AT field to force the other to submit.

"The effect of Zi Ling is [Boundless and Distanceless], which means that the attack ignores distance."

"Whether it's one meter or ten thousand meters, as long as it can be observed, it can be attacked."

Upon hearing Liu Qingmeng's words, Fang Can drew Zi Ling from his waist, and his force field replaced his eyes, spreading outwards in a needle-like shape.

Feeling the yellow earth dozens of meters away that supports the ancient tree, Fang Can gently stroked the purple diamond in his hand.

With a hissing sound, a fine sword mark appeared on the loess soil dozens of meters away.

"Whether it's space or distance, as long as it can be observed, it can cause damage. The only constraint is the mind. When fighting at the same level, you must break through your opponent's mind in order to attack them."

Liu Qingmeng naturally had some knowledge of the swords used by the patriarchs of past generations, and she had already selected her target before entering the Sword Tomb to choose a sword.

'A fine weapon.' Fang Can was increasingly satisfied with the sword he had chosen this time.

Seeing the boy's spirited expression, Liu Qingmeng continued to remind him, "For my Jiejian Mountain, the sword is another life."

"The divine sword is spiritual; the fourth-tier sword already possesses the intelligence of a small beast."

"Although you are not a disciple of my sect, you should still take good care of Zi Ling and not mistreat it. It would be best to spend time taking care of Zi Ling every day."

How to maintain it?

“Every day, you infuse the sword with your heart's essence. Inevitably, battles will cause wear and tear, and the sacrificial weapon can repair itself by absorbing the heart's essence you infuse,” Liu Qingmeng explained simply.

Fang Can nodded thoughtfully, looking at the Purple Diamond Sword in his hand, which had been motionless since the Soul-Shattering Strike. "If you have nothing to do these next few days, stay in the Sword Tribulation Mountain. The opening of the Sixth Rank Secret Realm is not far off, and I will call for you then."

"If there is nothing urgent, stay in the designated small house and do not wander around or cause trouble."

As they spoke, the two had already walked out of the main hall.

Liu Qingmeng pointed to a small pavilion made of bamboo and stone by a lake in the distance. This was a place that Jiejian Mountain usually built to accommodate guests.

After bidding farewell to Liu Qingmeng, Fang Can came to the small house, leaned back on the bed curtains, and looked at the Purple Diamond Sword in his hand.

Follow Liu Qingmeng's instructions.

As Fang Can gradually infused his heart image into the sword, the heart image became like Fang Can's third arm, constantly circling the purple sword and carefully feeling every line being filled with his heart image.

As Fang Can ran his fingertips along the purple patterns, he discovered that the previously motionless Purple Diamond Soft Sword was gradually regaining consciousness.

The sword coiled around his arm like a serpent, seemingly expressing its shame and anger at Fang Can's previous rough behavior, as if it were about to change the blade in his hands at any moment.

Feeling the stinging pain in his arm, Fang Can had no choice but to silently transform his mental image into a second-stage force field.

In just a moment, the Purple Diamond Sword, which had just been subtly hostile, straightened up and then trembled like ripples on water.

After a few breaths, the purple sword once again lunged at Fang Can like a tantrum, but Fang Can narrowly dodged it by tilting his head.

"You idiot, why don't you just let me use it obediently?" Fang Can said somewhat discontentedly, conveying the message through his mind.

Feeling the purple sword in its Spinosaurus form, Fang Can didn't give in.

The next instant, waves of mental images poured into the sword, ensuring that the purple sword would not faint from the excessive mental images and would be able to feel the discomfort more intensely.

'Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz...'

The sword vibrated like a buzzing sound for a full incense stick's time before Fang Can finally severed the connection of the force field.

Sensing the sword spirit's state of both lethargy and excitement, Fang Can carefully observed:

"From now on, just behave yourself and do your job as a swordsman properly, and I won't force you to do anything."

After waiting a while and sensing the message from the sword spirit, Fang Can's expression gradually became strange:
"You want me to nourish you with my heart every day? You're not some... masochistic little devil, are you?"

Fang Can didn't ask the last few questions, fearing that the purple sword would overreact again. However, it was just a matter of infusing the mind, which he naturally didn't lack, so he easily agreed.

With the deal completed, Fang Can casually put the purple sword, which lay motionless in his arms like a dead object, back to his waist.

Everything has been arranged in Dayan; the rest is up to Boss Ji to handle.

When the sixth level of the secret realm opens, those ambitious individuals at the fourth level will generally enter.

At that time, the powers of the various countries will be weakened and unable to cause any trouble, nor will they pose any threat to Ji Donglai and his group's safety.

'I don't know how many months it will be before I return,' Fang Can thought to himself.

Because that Sixth Realm connects to another universe and is not within the scope of traveling between the two worlds, it naturally will not be included in the present world. What awaits him is a completely new world.

Gradually clearing his mind and letting his consciousness sink back into his heart, Fang Can picked up his pen and continued to record what he had seen and heard that day in his sea of ​​consciousness.

During this period, he wrote much less, only tens of thousands of words in several days. It seems that his self-examination has made progress, and those distracting thoughts that disturbed his sleep have indeed almost stopped arising.

(End of this chapter)