Just as An Tong was hesitating, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching from afar. An Tong was immediately alarmed. He couldn't care less about stealing the treasured books anymore. He leaped up and hid in the corner behind the bookshelf. He arched his body and stared sharply at the approaching person. If he was discovered, he would pounce out and pounce on the other party to kill him!
Not long after, the door to the study was pushed open. An old man entered, holding a long sword in his hand. He came to an empty sword rack in the study and placed the long sword on it.
As soon as he put it on, An Tong heard a clattering sound. It was obvious that there was the sound of a mechanism turning under the floor. There was a clattering sound, and then a dazzling array pattern lit up on the sword stand. Then, it slowly dimmed and became faintly discernible. The old man covered the sword stand with a layer of crystal cover, and the crystal cover immediately surged with a layer of faint red light, enveloping it.
An Tong's breathing nearly stopped. He realized that the long sword in front of him was the Heaven Fire Sacred Sword that Huangfu Song had just used to display its might!
This Heaven Fire Sacred Sword had annihilated the invading demon Zhou Ling. Its power was shocking!
Such a magical weapon could be said to be comparable to the five great divine swords in the world!
But now, it was right in front of him!
An Tong felt as if a pie had fallen from the sky and smashed into his head. He was so happy that he felt dizzy and did not know what was going on!
As for the manuals and treasured manuals, they could go to hell. Only bookworms and bookworms would be willing to fight to the death with those manuals!
What was the purpose of cultivators cultivating?
Wasn't it to become stronger?
Cultivating manuals and secret manuals might not result in success even after ten years of hard work. But if one had a top-grade magical weapon, then they could become one of the top cultivators in the world!
Then what was the point of hard work!
Suffering in Hidden Sword Court all year round and being oppressed, An Tong's mentality was already out of balance. Now that there was an opportunity, he was wild with excitement. Of course, he would not let it go!
As for what the consequences would be, he no longer wanted to consider it. At most, he would steal the Skyfire Sacred Sword, betray Mount Numinous, and flee far away!
An Tong stared at the old man. After the old man turned around and left, An Tong stayed where he was without moving. He pricked up his ears to listen for any movement around him. After waiting for a while and confirming that there was no one around, An Tong gathered his courage and quietly walked out from the corner behind the bookshelf.
An Tong circled the sword rack, which was about 1.4 meters tall. He looked at it carefully. His tail swayed slightly, sweeping the ground and touching the sword rack from time to time.
But as soon as his tail touched the sword frame, it immediately made a sizzling sound, burning him so much that he let out a miserable meow. His tail retracted like lightning, and the fur at the tip of his tail was still emitting a faint green smoke.
"Looks like this sword rack is protected by a formation!"
An Tong unwillingly raised his head and stared at the sword rack. He quickly thought of a way.
He could not touch it directly. Otherwise, he would be attacked by the formation. It was very likely that he would alert Huangfu Song and the others.
But …
What should he do?
There was no formation in the world that could not be broken. There had to be a way. Think of a way, quickly think of a way!
An Tong's mind raced as he quickly thought of a way to deal with it. Soon, he unwillingly used his tail to probe the various parts of the sword rack. But the moment he touched it, or even before he touched it, his fur curled up from the heat and even spontaneously combusted. He was so shocked that he immediately retracted his tail and sped up to circle the sword rack.
An Tong opened his mouth and tried to release a tiny Wind Cannon at the sword rack. However, when the Wind Cannon hit the sword rack with a hum, it was less than two inches away from the sword rack. It disappeared instantly, as though it had been dissolved by an invisible soft wall.
Dharma spells did not work, so what should he do?
All of a sudden, An Tong froze on the spot. His eyes stared fixedly at the bluestone tiles beneath the sword rack. His eyes abruptly burst with a sharp and excited glint, and he began to frantically dig at the bluestone tiles.
An Tong was around the sword rack, using all his strength to dig at the bluestone tiles that supported the sword rack. This was because he knew that this formation was only the sword rack's formation. Any formation was fragile and unstable. If it changed, twisted, cracked or even damaged, it would cause the formation to break, lose effectiveness or even backfire.
At this moment, An Tong's eyes were already bloodshot. He was blinded by greed. In his eyes, there was only the Sacred Heaven Fire Sword on the sword rack. He could not wait to snatch it away. As for whether or not it would trigger the formation, and what would happen after it was triggered, he no longer cared.
As a disciple of the Hidden Sword Court who often participated in dangerous missions, he naturally knew that any opportunity was accompanied by risk. If he did not take the risk, how could an ordinary cultivator like him make a name for himself?
An Tong desperately dug at the bluestone tiles. His claws were sharp and sharp, like a knife cutting tofu. In just a few moves, he had cut an irregular square frame on the bluestone tiles.
An Tong stared at the bluestone tiles in the square frame. He carefully used his claws to remove the bluestone tile closest to him, and then moved it to the side. Seeing that the sword rack was still as stable as a mountain, he moved on to the other tile. At this moment, the sword rack shook slightly, and the flowing light on it also stopped flowing for a moment.
Just this moment, An Tong was wild with joy. He knew that he had found a way to deal with it!
The person who designed this formation had obviously neglected one thing!
They thought of the crystal cover on the sword rack, and the sword rack, but they did not think of the bluestone tiles below the sword rack!
Someone actually wanted to dig the bluestone tiles to the roots!
This kind of solution … was simply wishful thinking.
An Tong excitedly dug at the bluestone tiles. When he opened the fifth tile, the sword rack was already on the verge of collapse. It looked like it was about to tilt and collapse, and the flowing light on it was even more intermittent.
An Tong once again opened the sixth tile. Just as the sword rack was about to collapse, he suddenly heard a series of irregular footsteps coming from the door.
Although the sound was soft, it sounded like a bolt from the blue to An Tong's ears. It made his hair stand on end!
He knew that someone was coming again!
And he had yet to steal the Sacred Heaven Fire Sword that he coveted!
At this moment, An Tong could not care less. His heart was burning with anxiety. He gritted his teeth and pried open the sixth bluestone tile.
At this moment, the sword rack tilted and fell to the side. The Sacred Heaven Fire Sword also fell from the sword case.