Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 538 Reunion after a long absence

Dead silence...

An absolute, deathly silence enveloped the entire Beast Fighting Continent.

At the top of the sky, Fang Can's white cat shadow floated quietly, its paws crossed behind its back, its posture as leisurely as if it were taking an afternoon stroll.

In the previous instant, he slightly used his own power to freeze everything in the entire galaxy.

Whether it's the eight-turn Xuan Turtle slumbering beneath, or the restless myriad races.

Regardless of strength or weakness, all of this came to a standstill under Fang Can's will.

This is not the so-called time stop that causes particles to stagnate at absolute zero in science.

It's closer to the kind of fantasy side technique found in adult comics where everything comes to a standstill, but the body still maintains relative rigidity.

Fang Can referred to it as: 【里の番時停】

The phantom image that was originally rolling forward in the river of time was abruptly stopped and frozen by Fang Can.

Time stands still for all beings at this moment; there is neither past nor future.

Even the Eight-Turn Mystic Turtle, which had reached the Six-Turn Extreme Realm and was just one step away from crossing the Infinite Mystic Barrier, was powerless to resist Fang Can.

Even in a finite series of eight turns, even if two eight-turn series have the same growth rate.

The one who becomes an eighth-ranked individual a second earlier can have an overwhelming advantage over the one who advances to the eighth rank a second later.

Even if both are at a low growth rate of "trillion times the power per second", becoming an eighth-turner in the previous second can still create a trillion-fold difference in power between becoming an eighth-turner in the next second.

To Fang Can, whose potential was constantly growing, the Xuan Turtle was as fragile as dust.

Therefore, at the eighth level of the realm.

The most important factor in determining the outcome of a battle is the [weight class]!
Secondly, there is the concept of "inheritance"!
The inheritance built upon the light of the soul possesses a certain absoluteness and can, to some extent, be immune to differences in scale.

If someone successfully builds an Eighth Reincarnation, they can create a terrifying legacy called "Absolute Defense."

Unless Fang Can rivals the [Nine Revolutions of Title] and delivers a truly infinite level of attack, it will be difficult to break through this level of inheritance in terms of information depth.

At the eighth level, it is impossible to break through the inheritance of [Absolute Defense] head-on.

The only solution is to build a legacy of "Absolute True Damage" that is even more absolute than "Absolute Defense" – the Light of the Mind (Information Depth)!
When two conflicting traditions collide.

The lineage with the stronger spiritual light will have an overwhelming advantage.

Unfortunately, in Fang Can's view, the inheritance of this Eight-Turn Mystic Turtle was merely to create a space-time where only non-humans could exist.

Under these circumstances, even Fang Can could not exist in human form on this Beast Fighting Continent.

Apart from that, the Xuan Turtle's inheritance does not provide any boost to attack or defense; in combat, it can only be compared in terms of scale.

Therefore, when Fang Can's strength is far greater than that of the Xuan Turtle, the moment the two collide is an instant kill without any suspense!

A white cat-like figure hovered beneath the frozen sky, its cold gaze sweeping over the three figures in front of it, who appeared to be facing a formidable enemy, wielding two swords and a single blade.

Under Fang Can's emotionless gaze, cold sweat seeped and trickled down the foreheads and backs of the three powerful men.

Under 【里の番时停】.

The body temperature, hardness, and even thinking of all living beings on the continent were no different from normal, but they just couldn't move at all.

They didn't know why they were like this, and could only wait for their fate to arrive in despair.

In this still world, Fang Can slowly arrived at the battlefield where swords and blades clashed, surveying the countless transformed swords and blades on the scene.

Are these the very knives aimed at my sword?

As soon as this thought arose in Fang Can's mind, an invisible force directly reverberated throughout the entire world!
This is the world's response to the mindset of the strong.

The Eightfold Path of the Mind substitutes one's own mind for the mind of Heaven; even the slightest dissatisfaction can trigger a calamity to befall Heaven and Earth.

Just like the wisp of death energy that Ji Ran emitted before, it sparked a debate that lasted for countless years in the martial arts world, forcing countless seventh-level experts to participate and witness it.

At this moment, it was all up to Fang Can in a single thought.

On the battlefield spanning trillions of light-years, the rules of space began to become disordered and collapse.

The invisible malice, like a real plague, precisely entangled all the sword spirits that Fang Can defined as "enemies".

All the sword masters who had not reached the eighth level of cultivation began to find their bodies being twisted and modified, with an invisible force acting on them.

Decay, decay, brokenness, explosion, madness, bleeding, crushing...

The mere thought of hostility rising in Fang Can's mind triggered a barrage of negative effects that began to erupt from the swords and blades he regarded as enemies.

These martial artists are not capable of creating things out of thin air through the art of martial arts; their strength is derived from devouring high-energy particles from the world.

At this moment, amidst the conflict between heaven and earth, the spiritual energy within his body began to surge and rebel.

Normally, they could try their best to suppress the abnormal activity within their bodies.

But these martial artists, now trapped in a time-stopped state, can only watch helplessly as their bodies gradually decay.

"Crack... Sizzle... Pfft... Boom!"

A chilling, eerie noise played out silently in the still space.

One by one, the once gleaming, robust swords quickly decayed under Fang Can's will, their shiny blades covered in rust and instantly turned into scrap metal.

Some, like overinflated bladders, burst open with a roar, sending fragments flying everywhere.
Some were kneaded, squeezed, and twisted into an unrecognizable lump of metal by the invisible force of space.

The beings of the sword realm stared in horror and disbelief at the countless scattered scrap metal and broken swords around them.

One second they were bitter enemies fighting to the death, and the next they were suddenly caught in one of the 100 ways to break a sword in the sword-forging competition.

The two swordsmen facing each other in the sky stared down at the scene below, their faces pale and ashen, as if they had seen a ghost.

Fang Can stared indifferently at the countless exploding sword spirits in the world below.

In a short moment, all the sword spirits below the eighth level on the entire battlefield were reduced to their original forms, leaving only fragments scattered on the ground.

'Forget it, it's just racial infighting; there's no right or wrong.'

Looking at the shards scattered all over the ground, Fang Can felt it wasn't worth getting angry with a bunch of kids who weren't even at the eighth level.

As the thought crossed their minds, the sword spirits widened their eyes, as if they were witnessing an unbelievable scene.

The shattered fragments of the greatsword, which had been scattered all over the ground, began to tremble and then started to stick together.

Amidst the crisp clanging sounds, the longswords began to revert to their human forms, each one recalling the fear of their previous deaths with lingering unease.

Fang Can's change of mood alone caused a spontaneous change in the rules of the world.

Fang Can had lost all interest in the war itself.

His cat-like shadow once again disregarded space, instantly traversing trillions of light-years, and appeared above a deep valley shrouded in a powerful concealment array.

Hidden within this valley is a group of young sword masters who have gone into hiding.

However, the so-called hiding has no effect on the Eighth Turn, and the so-called concealment is just treating it as a pawn to be discarded.

If we wait until the battle between the sword and saber realms ends, a casual strike from an eighth-rank expert could reduce this place to dust.

In Fang Can's perception, the aura of his lost Purple Diamond Sword was within this valley.

An invisible AT field swept across the valley like a tide, instantly locking onto the target hidden deep within the cellar.

Fang Can's figure appeared like a ghost in front of a petite purple-haired girl.

The girl is less than 1.6 meters tall, yet possesses a breathtakingly exquisite beauty.

A silver-threaded, ice-patterned floral dress enveloped her delicate body, as slender as fresh snow and as light as glass.

Her fingertips were as sharp and slender as sword blades, and her ankles were surrounded by a dreamy purple-blue halo. Her skin was a translucent, cold white, like the finest ice and glass.

Her waist-length hair was jet black, yet the ends glowed with a mysterious, ethereal purple light.

At this moment, though time seemed to stand still, the girl's clear, icy purple eyes clearly reflected her panic.

Unable to move, she could only watch as a storm raged within her:
'A cat?' Zi Ling thought to herself, staring at the white, sassy cat that had appeared in front of her.

In the stillness of time, her body wanted to shrink back, but remained standing still due to the stagnation.

'How did the cats get here? How come there are cats near the Sword Realm, and they can even move around normally?' Zi Ling was filled with many thoughts.

Everyone in the cellar was frozen in place, but the cat that had appeared out of nowhere was able to move.

But then she saw a smile appear on the face of the cat in front of her, and then its white paw with pink paw pads stretched straight towards her cheek!
'Eek~~~'

Zi Ling looked at the little white glove in front of her with some disdain.

'That wretched cat is so rude! How dare it extend its claws towards me! What kind of lowlife cat is this!'

Zi Ling stared with disgust at the claws that were reaching out towards her step by step.

At this moment, she was already considering how to chop off the ignorant cat's paw. She was a sword with an owner, and had only been touched by two people since birth. Who was this cat, so rude?

The next moment, Fang Can grabbed Zi Ling's cheek with his white gloves.

Feel the delicate touch of the Purple Diamond Sword, unique to my fingertips, containing the coolness of its blade.

Fang Can nodded in satisfaction; the feel of this sword was indeed the one he had lost.

With the relief of finding his lost items, Fang Can had a thought and released the time-stopping restriction on this cellar.

However, in the instant that time resumed its flow—

"Ouch!"

A low growl filled with shame and indignation rang out! Fang Can felt his right claw tighten, followed by a sharp sense of oppression!
Fang Can lowered his head speechlessly, only to see the purple-haired girl looking like a small, ruffled animal whose tail had been stepped on.

The moment it regained its mobility, it viciously bit Fang Can's outstretched right claw!
The sharp canine teeth dug deep into the soft paw pads, tearing and grinding forcefully, as if trying to bite off her "thin" cat paw.

“Hey…” Fang Can sighed helplessly, looking at the humanoid pendant hanging on his paw:

Even if I turned into a cat, wouldn't you recognize me?

Looking at the Purple Diamond Sword, which was constantly increasing its force.

This familiar scene instantly evoked Fang Can's distant memories of the first time he tamed this unruly spirit sword.

With a hint of helplessness, he directly replicated the situation from that time.

He channeled a portion of the AT field through his claws towards the purple-haired girl.

"Well?!"

Almost instantly, the AT field surged out and poured directly into Zi Ling's abdomen.

Just as Zi Ling was preparing to launch a full-scale attack on the lecherous cat in front of her, her purple eyes suddenly widened.

I felt an invisible force spreading through my limbs and bones, and a surge of heat flowing through my body like a gentle stream.

'Something's not right, this feeling of familiarity is...'

Feeling the tingling sensation of the AT field enveloping her limbs and bones, Zi Ling hadn't even come to her senses before her consciousness was swept away by a tide.

'Oh my god~'

Under wave after wave of shocks to her consciousness, Zi Ling's tightly clenched teeth inevitably loosened.

Her brain went blank for a moment, her purple eyes widened in shock and disbelief, her body trembled as if electrocuted, and she slumped backward.

Fortunately, Fang Can did not unleash his full power field, but only took a small taste.

Otherwise, even those at the eighth level would fall into the Hell of Seraphim within the AT field.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Can withdrew the AT field.

Zi Ling regained consciousness and stared at Fang Can with a shocked look.

Red eyes, white hair!
Although it's a cat, only that perverted owner possesses this familiar power!

really!

This guy must be its second owner!
I don't know how he turned into a cat, but that's him!

For a moment, Fang Can looked at the person who was holding him tightly with relief, and the wariness in his eyes turned into a trace of... grievance?
'Ouch! '

The next instant, Fang Can tightened his right claw again, and the girl's silver teeth bit down on the claw once more.

"Hey, the misunderstanding's been cleared up, why are you still breathing on me!" Fang Can waved his hand speechlessly.

But the girl bit down hard, and even as her whole body was shaken, she didn't let go.

He was speechless. He never expected that even after he turned into a cat, he could still be hissed at.

"Why didn't you come to find me sooner!" The little imp glared at Fang Can, her delicate cheeks puffed out, whimpering. "Do you know how long I've been here?"

"It wasn't that long," Fang Can pondered. "For you, it was only about ten days since we parted."

"I don't care!" Zi Ling hugged the white cat, who wasn't struggling, her words revealing her girlish innocence, while her eyes shone with possessiveness.
"You promised to stay with me forever. Even a day less is a breach of your promise. You should make it up to me!"

As she spoke, countless memories of Zi Ling's past surged into her mind, and a strange resentment gradually rose in her heart.

How can one describe her understanding since the birth of her will?
Simply put, from the very first day she met Fang Can, Zi Ling was always in the position of the victim.

As Fang Can's personal sword, she could only watch helplessly as one woman after another, one group after another, climbed onto her master's body.

Throughout the entire process, she could only observe from the perspective of a third party.

From Liu Qingmeng to Ye Qingshi, from Jiang Ning'an to Ye Xiu...

Anyway, as a sword that can't speak, she could only experience the wonderful nightlife of the people around her from beginning to end.

This was even more true when Fang Can was going through the Laziness Disaster!
What happened to the promise to nurture her with an AT field every day?
As a result, after falling into a deep sleep, she could only become a sword to accompany Fang Can.

I used to be able to comfort myself with the daily AT field, but now even the dog food is gone?
And then... it became even more dazzling!
After Fang Can fell into a deep sleep, she watched helplessly as the "Ji Tou Si" took turns oppressing their sleeping master!

If we paused for a while before, then we were busy non-stop afterward.

In this monotonous daily life, a hint of resentment rose in Zi Ling's heart.

Why can she only be a sword?

Why could she only watch from the sidelines?

She wants to join too!

Why was she stuck under the car?
This is not fair!

I don't mean I should be the main character, but I should at least have a place in the story!
And so, amidst her extreme resentment, Zi Ling began her efforts to take human form!
Inspired by the sleeping Fang Can, she began to work hard little by little, taking steps towards human form!

She wants to become a human being too!

She too will be ignorant of the meaning of heaven and earth!

Why can everyone else do it, but I can't with just one sword!
This is discrimination!

Amidst this resentment, the girl gradually accumulated power in her anger, beginning her journey towards human form.

Those beasts can transform into human form with just one turn!

But it's much more difficult for those objects that already have owners!
But perseverance pays off, and through countless efforts, Zi Ling successfully rewrote her own destiny!

After years of hard work, she successfully broke through to the fifth level and reshaped her appearance!

Finally succeeded!
Before Zi Ling could feel happy about her successful breakthrough, she was filled with despair when she discovered that she had appeared on a strange continent!
What happened to the promise that after transforming, I could join "Hime-tou Four" and live a shameless and carefree life?
Now that it has become stronger, it has separated from its master?
She wanted to find her way home!
But in this place called the Sword Realm, the sentient swords that had also been separated from their masters told her:

Throughout history, no sword has ever been able to return to its master.

How can this be!

How can this work?

She finally managed to transform into human form, but before she could even enjoy a carefree life with Fang Can, she was forced to separate!
The harsh reality almost broke Zi Ling!
But after only a few days, she mustered up her courage!
She believed in her master and knew he would never abandon her!
Once Fang Can awakens from Ji Tou Si's exploitation, he will definitely come looking for me.

Also!

Since fate is unfair, then forge your own path!
Even if they are separated from their master, they will change their own circumstances through their own efforts!
From today onward, I will work hard and cultivate diligently on this continent!

He started cultivating from the fifth level to become the strongest in the Beast Fighting Continent, and then successfully found his way home!

If her master cannot find her, then she will become the strongest ruler of this continent! Finally, she will shatter the heavens and find her master!
As for what happens after it's found?

She has already thought about it!

Hehe... She's going to take the initiative and dominate the situation!

Lock him in a secret basement where no one can find him, and then torture him for the rest of his life!

Let's see if he dares to lose himself again!
Make him pay back the dog food and companionship he owes, with interest!
result……

Having made up her mind, Zi Ling looked at the adorable white cat in front of her, whose eyes revealed helplessness.

As expected of the master?

She's successfully found herself again after only a few days...

A strange feeling of reuniting with family after a long separation welled up in my heart.

Zi Ling's delicate eyes, which had been feigning fierceness, unconsciously overflowed with tears.

She suddenly buried her distraught face deep into Fang Can's soft, warm white cat fur, uncontrollably releasing all the negative emotions of the past ten days through a loud cry:
"Waaaaaah~~~ Master... Master, you... you big idiot! Why did you take so long to come... Waaaaah..."

Fang Can looked helplessly at the sword spirit in his arms, who was crying her eyes out and using his snow-white cat fur as a rag:
"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden? I found you, didn't I...?"

Then, a girl's sobbing voice came from her arms: "Master, Ziling thought I would never see you again."

(End of this chapter)