Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 310 – Cliff of Remorse, the tormented Wu Tian

Chapter 310 – Cliff of Remorse, the tormented Wu Tian

Meng Fan rolled his eyes at Wu Tian and said irritably, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Although he wouldn't kill Wu Tian, what Wu Tian did yesterday was indeed very malicious and needed to be dealt with.

In fact, it wasn't just Wu Tian; even Meng Fan and Hong Qi had narrowly escaped danger yesterday.

"Come with me!" Meng Fan grabbed Wu Tian by the collar, lifted him up, and walked out.

Meng Fan's first instinct was to grab Wu Tian by the hair, but the kid's hair was too greasy, and Meng Fan couldn't bring himself to touch it!

Moments later, Meng Fan brought Wu Tian to the Cliff of Remorse.

The Cliff of Remorse was vast, and it wasn't just the Thousand Catty Fall formation that Meng Fan had visited before.

Meng Fan wanted to punish Wu Tian, but throwing him into the Thousand Catty Fall formation wouldn't be effective.

With Wu Tian's current cultivation level and his thick skin, the Thousand Catty Fall formation wouldn't harm him at all.

[Contemplation Room]

Meng Fan brought Wu Tian here.

This was the most typical and famous place on the Cliff of Remorse.

As the saying goes, "Contemplate your mistakes by facing the wall." This Contemplation Room was truly used to punish errant disciples.

"Senior Brother Meng, why did you bring me here?" Wu Tian asked cautiously.

"To contemplate your mistakes!" Meng Fan said sternly.

With that, he threw Wu Tian into a Contemplation Room.

Now that Meng Fan was a deacon of the Sword Pavilion and had a deacon's token, there was no problem throwing Wu Tian into a Contemplation Room.

"Senior Brother Meng..." Wu Tian, who was thrown into the room, wanted to say something, but Meng Fan slammed the stone door shut with a "boom."

This stone door was made of special materials and had restrictions on it; it could only be opened from the outside, not from the inside.

If someone had a cultivation level beyond the Primordial Spirit Realm, they might be able to force the door open.

But anyone beyond the Primordial Spirit Realm wouldn't be confined to a Contemplation Room in the first place.

Inside the room, Wu Tian looked around at the pitch-black surroundings, bewildered.

The feeling was very uncomfortable. One moment he was lying in bed, the next he was thrown into this dark room without any preparation.

Moreover, Meng Fan hadn't told him what this place was or what was strange about it.

He wouldn't naively think this was just an ordinary room; there had to be something unusual.

The most crucial thing was that Meng Fan hadn't said how long he would be locked up!

It was torturous!

"Meng Fan, you bastard, just wait. I'm only one step away from breaking through to the Condensation Pill Realm. Once I break through, I'll..." Wu Tian gritted his teeth but couldn't continue.

Because even if he broke through to the Condensation Pill Realm, he wouldn't be a match for Meng Fan.

At the same realm, he couldn't beat Meng Fan at all, let alone Meng Fan who had already broken through to the Condensation Pill Realm.

By the time he broke through, Meng Fan might already be at the second layer of the Condensation Pill Realm.

Wu Tian's vision was too narrow!

At this moment, Meng Fan was already at the third layer of the Condensation Pill Realm. By the time Wu Tian broke through, Meng Fan might already be at the fourth layer.

In the Contemplation Room, after Wu Tian entered, something seemed to activate, and it suddenly lit up.

Wu Tian looked up and saw a huge Night Pearl on the ceiling, emitting a glaring light, not gentle at all.

"Damn!" Wu Tian exclaimed.

With the light, he could see the situation inside the Contemplation Room.

On the four walls of the room, north, south, east, and west, there was a stone sword embedded in each.

The stone swords looked like they were carved from stone, not as sharp as sword weapons, but at this moment, Sword Qi shot out from the stone swords, slashing towards Wu Tian.

Four stone swords, each releasing four Sword Qi at once.

"Damn it, yesterday I got slashed by Sword Qi, and today I have to get slashed again. Meng Fan, you bastard, I swear I'll get my revenge!!!" Wu Tian cursed loudly.

However, the Sword Qi from these stone swords wasn't as strong as the Sword Qi from the third floor of the Sword Pavilion yesterday, much weaker, and Wu Tian could handle it easily.

"Heh, with just this little bit of power, you think you can deal with me? Ridiculous." Wu Tian became arrogant.

But soon, his arrogance faded.

Because these stone swords seemed like tireless machines, continuously releasing Sword Qi without stopping.

One stick of incense time...

One hour...

After ten full hours, the Sword Qi finally stopped.

At this moment, Wu Tian was covered in wounds and blood.

Although they were all minor injuries, with no fatal wounds, the mental strain was overwhelming.

Two hours later, as the next day arrived, the four stone swords began to activate their Sword Qi again.

If nothing unexpected happened, this round of Sword Qi would last at least another ten hours.

Covered in wounds, Wu Tian had just recovered a bit of energy and immediately fell into despair.

"Meng Fan, you bastard, how long are you going to keep me locked up?"

Wu Tian realized that these stone swords seemed to sense his strength, releasing Sword Qi that wasn't fatal but very torturous.

Cliff of Remorse?

Contemplation Room?

With this setup, who would have the energy to reflect on their mistakes?

Wu Tian felt that this place was unreasonably designed!

"Damn it, when I become strong in the future, I'm going to flatten this Cliff of Remorse. What a load of crap!!!

And Meng Fan, you bastard, if I don't make you kneel and call me daddy, I won't be Wu Tian, I'll change my name to Wu Er..."

Wu Tian cursed, but no matter how fiercely he cursed, it was useless. He still had to muster the energy to deal with the Sword Qi.

After throwing Wu Tian into the Contemplation Room, Meng Fan didn't bother with him anymore because he knew the room would only punish Wu Tian, not kill him, and that was enough.

As for when to let Wu Tian out, he planned to wait until Elder Lin returned.

Otherwise, if this kid returned to the Sword Pavilion, who knew what trouble he might cause, so Meng Fan chose the simplest and most efficient way to prevent that from happening.

Another seven days passed in the blink of an eye. Meng Fan went to see Senior Disciple Jin but still didn't find any news about his master.

As for the Fengyun Demon Sect, there was no major news either.

The new sect leader's contest was still unresolved, with Holy Son Nie Longjie and Elder Wang Dong still fighting fiercely for the position.

Perhaps once the new sect leader of the Fengyun Demon Sect was decided, there would be news of Elder Lin.

After all, Meng Fan was now certain that Elder Lin's departure was related to the contest for the sect leader of the Fengyun Demon Sect.

Once the matter was settled, Elder Lin would surely return!

In any case, Meng Fan firmly believed that Elder Lin would be fine.

Time flowed like water, and days without showing off passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed since Elder Lin went down the mountain.

During this time, Meng Fan had exhausted the Essence of the Sword he had absorbed from the Black Jade Sword.

He was getting closer and closer to the fourth layer of the Condensation Pill Realm.

What Meng Fan didn't know was that in a certain dark room, a bald man, though covered in wounds, had also broken through to the Condensation Pill Realm.