Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 309 – I, Meng Fan, am elegant and easygoing

Chapter 309 – I, Meng Fan, am elegant and easygoing

Moreover, if Elder Lin knew about this, he would definitely make Meng Fan keep the Black Jade Sword.

Moments later, Meng Fan returned to his room and immersed his mind into his Sea of Consciousness.

"Old monk!" Meng Fan called out.

The next second, the old monk appeared in front of Meng Fan's Divine Soul.

"Meng Benefactor, what is it? Oh right, those five thousand Spirit Stones?" the old monk asked hesitantly.

Although Meng Fan had promised him earlier inside the Black Jade Sword, he was still afraid that Meng Fan might go back on his word.

Mainly because Meng Fan seemed to have a history of doing so!

Without a word, Meng Fan threw five top-grade Spirit Stones into the relic's space.

Seeing this, the old monk's face immediately lit up with a smile, a smile that seemed to carry a hint of flattery.

He, a dignified high monk who almost succeeded in crossing the tribulation and ascending to the Immortal Realm, never dreamed he would end up in such a state.

Pathetic, lamentable...

"Old monk, you're knowledgeable and experienced. Just now, inside the Black Jade Sword, that black light that entered my Divine Soul, do you know what it is?" Meng Fan asked the old monk.

With Elder Lin not around, he could only seek the old monk's advice in this situation.

Moreover, the old monk had witnessed the black light firsthand, making him more qualified to speak on the matter.

The old monk hesitated for a moment, then said to Meng Fan, "Actually, I was just pondering this question.

Based on my speculation, that black light should be some kind of mark.

This mark entering your body means it has recognized you as its master!

But this isn't necessarily a good thing, because this Black Jade Sword seems to be a Demon Sword, full of evil nature.

Over time, the mark of this Black Jade Sword will subtly influence you, making you bloodthirsty and murderous, among other effects.

The sword spirit of the Black Jade Sword did this before it died, clearly out of a desire for revenge.

However, you don't need to worry too much. As long as your mind is strong enough, you won't be affected.

Even if you are affected, it will be minimal and not a big deal!"

This wasn't mindless flattery, because in the old monk's eyes, Meng Fan was indeed an extraordinarily talented genius.

For such a genius, this kind of influence was indeed negligible.

As his cultivation level and Divine Soul grew, the influence would become even smaller.

Given Meng Fan's rapid improvement in strength, this issue could basically be ignored.

Of course, this was just speculation, not a hundred percent certainty.

Hearing this, Meng Fan nodded, exited his Sea of Consciousness, and returned to his room, lying on his bed to rest quietly.

After listening to the old monk, he had already gained some understanding in his heart.

Meng Fan knew the Black Jade Sword better than the old monk because he had seen the memory of the Sword Wraith within it, where Qin Tian was influenced by the Black Jade Sword, went mad, and walked a path of no return.

With this precedent, he just needed to be more cautious and would not repeat Qin Tian's mistakes.

"No big deal. The sword spirit of this Black Jade Sword wanted to take revenge on me, but instead, it made it easier for me to master this Dao Sword!" Meng Fan murmured to himself while lying on the bed.

To be honest, in actual combat, the power of the Black Jade Sword was much stronger than the Hong Qi Sword.

This could be considered a blessing in disguise!

As for the Demon Sword, its evil nature, or going mad, Meng Fan didn't take it to heart at all.

However, Wu Tian still needed to be taught a lesson, but today, Meng Fan really wasn't in the mood.

Tomorrow, then!

The night passed without words. Meng Fan quietly cultivated, and after absorbing the Essence of the Sword from the Black Jade Sword, the Essence of the Sword within him reached a peak.

It was second only to the wool he had plucked from the Demon Locking Sword last time!

The Demon Locking Sword was indeed terrifying. Even a tiny bit of its wool was a colossal entity in comparison.

Early the next morning, Meng Fan got out of bed.

He had already been at the second level of the Condensation Pill Realm for quite some time, and this abundant Essence of the Sword directly pushed his cultivation to the third level of the Condensation Pill Realm.

Moreover, there was still a large amount of Essence of the Sword left unused, which, from Meng Fan's perspective, was a huge fortune.

He estimated that for at least the next half month, the Essence of the Sword within him would be sufficient.

Previously, there were only a few Spiritual Swords left on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, and Meng Fan was ready to start using Law Swords.

Now it seemed that the time to use Law Swords would be delayed again.

It was worth mentioning that after reaching the Condensation Pill Realm, he had resumed cultivating the "Spirit Wind Profound Art" and the "True Scripture of Scarlet Blood."

Now, both his wind-attributed True Qi and demonic-attributed True Qi were close to reaching the level of True Essence.

Having broken through to the third level of the Condensation Pill Realm, Meng Fan felt refreshed and invigorated.

After leaving his room, he went straight to Wu Tian's door, and without knocking, kicked it open.

At this early hour, just before dawn, Wu Tian was still asleep.

He was lying on the bed, one leg hanging off the side, and the pillowcase near his mouth was damp.

Seeing this, Meng Fan's face was full of disdain.

Wu Tian was startled awake by the sound of Meng Fan kicking the door, and he quickly wrapped himself in his blanket, looking at Meng Fan with a face full of fear.

This guy was sleeping in his clothes, so who knew why he was wrapping himself in the blanket!

"Senior Brother Meng, so early? What can I do for you?" Wu Tian, knowing he was in the wrong, didn't dare to blame Meng Fan for kicking the door and directly used respectful language.

Without a word, Meng Fan flicked his finger, sending a slash of Sword Qi towards Wu Tian.

Wu Tian rolled off the bed and onto the floor, and his bed and bedding were cut in half.

"Senior Brother Meng, calm down. Getting so angry early in the morning is bad for your health," Wu Tian said with a fawning smile.

They say you shouldn't hit a smiling face, but Meng Fan flicked his finger again, sending another slash of Sword Qi towards Wu Tian.

However, this Sword Qi wasn't very strong. Wu Tian activated the True Qi within him, and a golden light emerged from his body, dissipating Meng Fan's Sword Qi.

With Meng Fan's current cultivation and strength, if he slashed with all his might, he could have killed Wu Tian.

"Senior Brother Meng, Deacon Meng, I was wrong. I won't dare go to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion again! From today on, I absolutely won't covet the sword weapons of the Sword Pavilion anymore. If I do, let Elder Lin punish me when he returns!"

Wu Tian deliberately mentioned Elder Lin, hoping Meng Fan would let him off on Elder Lin's account.

Although he didn't think Meng Fan would kill him, he believed that with Meng Fan's personality, it was possible he might severely injure or cripple him.

Most importantly, he was no match for Meng Fan, so he could only admit defeat!

In fact, Wu Tian misunderstood Meng Fan. Meng Fan was actually a good person, always gentle and courteous.

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