Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 102 - . It’s All Mine
Chapter 102: 102. It’s All Mine
The dark cloud-like swarm of swords blocked out the sun, pouring down like heavy rain towards Fang Zhou.
The incoming swords were not only aiming for the spot where Fang Zhou stood, but the entire surrounding area including the Cloud Bridge was within the swords’ falling coverage.
The Trialists showed expressions of panic and fear, tumbling and scrambling to dodge, terrified of being perforated by the falling swords.
Trial Elder Feng Qin wore a look of disbelief; by the time she thought to intervene, it was already too late. The number of incoming swords was overwhelming; she couldn’t control so many, and she had to dodge as she herself was also within the coverage area.
The only person who did not move was Fang Zhou, who was completely dumbfounded.
Initially, he had only intended to try and see if he could cause a sword or two to respond, thinking that would be enough. He never expected that all the swords atop Buried Sword Ridge would resonate with him.
Moreover, before Fang Zhou could react, the swords jostled and rushed out from Buried Sword Ridge, heading towards him.
As he faced the sky-darkening swarm of swords, Fang Zhou felt like a tiny boat bobbing with the wind and waves, facing an immense tsunami, a sense of insignificance and helplessness bloomed in his heart.
Instinctively, Fang Zhou wanted to flee, but his legs wouldn’t move; these swords were all coming for him, there was no use running.
Besides, reason told him there was no danger, it would be laughably bizarre if Sword Control Technique managed to stab him to death.
Except for standing in place to pose, there was nothing Fang Zhou could do. If it were one or two swords, he could catch them, but with tens of thousands of longswords, not even a Thousand-Handed Guanyin could catch them all.
Fang Zhou could only maintain the gesture of beckoning, motionless, as the swarm of swords finally arrived.
A sword landed right before him, piercing straight into the ground.
Following that, the sound of longswords penetrating the ground was like a thunderous storm, crackling continuously, countless longswords falling around Fang Zhou.
The sheer number of swords was so great that they completely submerged Fang Zhou’s figure, only a black cascade could be seen, followed by a continuous roaring as they plunged into the ground.
When every last sword had fallen, everyone’s hearts were in their throats, fearing to see a body turned into a hedgehog-like corpse by the longswords.
They did not witness their worst fear; Fang Zhou stood unharmed just as before.
All the longswords fell with a two-step distance from Fang Zhou, surrounding him to form an immense circle. Including the Cloud Bridge Stele and even the ground in front of Buried Sword Ridge, they were all pierced by the swords, with various longswords standing upright on the ground.
At a glance, these longswords seemed like soldiers loyally carrying out their duties, encircling Fang Zhou at the center.
This scene left the Trialists in stunned silence, those who had learned Sword-controlling Skills could more or less feel the joy and elation being radiated by these tens of thousands of longswords, akin to their own emotions when receiving their personal swords.
At that moment, a single thought occupied their minds – the Sword Control Technique once renowned across the entire Cultivation World and still fondly recounted to this day – All Swords Return to the Sect.
Even the Innate Realm Elder Feng Qin was slightly dazed at this moment.
“Clang—”
A Trialist, too shocked to hold her sword properly, dropped it.
She hurriedly picked up the fallen sword, but the silence was nonetheless broken.
A wave of commotion immediately erupted among the Trialists, excited and thrilled, having witnessed a part of history unfolding.
These were all individuals who had passed character tests, feeling at most admiration, and even if there was jealousy or resentment, those feelings were concealed within, and not blatantly displayed.
Within the crowd, Xia Wenqiu and Ji Congfeng unusually maintained silence, the two exchanged a glance, and simultaneously looked back at Fang Zhou, who was guarded by tens of thousands of longswords.
At that moment, they suddenly felt that their prior competition appeared rather childish and laughable.
Elder Feng Qin finally came to her senses and flew down to the outskirts of the sword formation.
Up close, one could feel the awe-inspiring sensation of controlling myriad swords more clearly.
She stayed silent for a moment, then, unable to help herself, asked Fang Zhou, who was still posing, “What did you do?”
In her hundred plus years of cultivation, Elder Feng Qin had never seen such a thing; this could not be simply explained by talent and perception.
“What did I do?”
Fang Zhou finally snapped out of it as well. He looked down at the multitude of longswords on the ground and decided to play dumb: “I don’t know, I just beckoned and they flew over here, it has nothing to do with me, and my little heart is still thumping wildly.”
Elder Feng Qin’s pretty face turned serious, but inside she couldn’t help laughing and crying at the same time; this kid was definitely slick, starting to shift the blame with his first sentence.
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What do you mean it has nothing to do with you? If it’s unrelated to you, could it be that these swords collectively wanted to run away from home?
Worried that Elder Feng Qin would investigate further, Fang Zhou quickly changed the subject: “Elder Feng Qin, according to the rules of the trial, these swords should all belong to me now, right?”
As he spoke, he also started to get excited. These were tens of thousands of swords after all, and each one possessed its own spirit, with the lowest grade being that of a Magic Artifact.
If he sold them, wealth and riches would be within reach.
Fang Zhou could practically see countless mountains of gold and silver beckoning him.
He was going to be rich.
But then Elder Feng Qin’s voice, full of mixed amusement and distress, immediately interrupted his fantasy: “Nonsense, how could they all be given to you.”
These tens of thousands of spirit-imbued swords were precious properties of the Heavenly Sword Sect, all crafted and accumulated over a thousand years of the sect’s inheritance.
Though these Spirit Swords might appear at the lowest level of Magic Artifacts now, once allocated to each disciple, they would grow alongside the disciple’s power. Sword refining is an essential skill to be learned in the Heavenly Sword Sect.
When these disciples met unexpected deaths, their Spirit Swords were also to be reclaimed, which indirectly bolstered the strength and heritage of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
How to deal with this situation, however, gave Elder Feng Qin quite the headache.
In previous new disciple recruitment trials, there had been geniuses who simultaneously resonated with two or even three Spirit Swords.
The Heavenly Sword Sect was generous towards these talents; however many they resonated with, they took. Could you even take them all?
Now, a person who could potentially take them all had finally appeared.
And it was indisputable. Can you say he didn’t resonate with them? Did these Spirit Swords suddenly grow legs and run over on their own?
Nevertheless, Elder Feng Qin didn’t have the authority to make a decision to let Fang Zhou take all the swords, and not even the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect would likely make that decision.
This wasn’t an issue of generosity; it was a matter of risking one’s life.
Seeing Elder Feng Qin’s rejection, Fang Zhou felt quite disappointed. If not all, then half would do, or even a third, let’s discuss it.
But Fang Zhou ultimately did not speak up, remembering that he was just pretending and did not truly intend to join the Heavenly Sword Sect.
So, forget taking them all, even taking one was out of the question since once Ling Xiaoyue came to pick him up, the Heavenly Sword Sect would surely find out he was an impostor.
Then, if the Heavenly Sword Sect discovered they had been conned out of a sword and became enraged, whether Ling Xiaoyue would abandon him and run off alone was questionable.
Moreover, Fang Zhou remembered something else that filled him with terror.
Would the Heavenly Sword Sect make him reinsert all the swords back into Buried Sword Ridge?
