Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 319 – The Despair of Meng Fan, the Leader of the Fengyun Demon Sect

Chapter 319 – The Despair of Meng Fan, the Leader of the Fengyun Demon Sect

But Shen Ming was undoubtedly a demon among demons, as evidenced by his indulgence in letting his demon pet slaughter innocent civilians.

Such a person deserved to die without a burial place, becoming Xiao Qing's food was truly fitting!

"From today onwards, practice swordsmanship for three hours every day, not a second less! If you don't want to learn or use the sword, that's fine, but if you do, don't disgrace me like this!" Meng Fan said to Xiao Qing with a stern expression.

Xiao Qing's recent use of the Orient Loong God's Claw Sword Technique was indeed an eyesore, and Meng Fan couldn't bear to watch.

However, instead of being displeased by Meng Fan's words, Xiao Qing became excited.

"Master, I want to learn the Sword Flight Art!" Xiao Qing said earnestly.

Sword Flight Art.

Meng Fan thought about it and realized that at this stage, it was indeed the most suitable sword technique for Xiao Qing. Mainly because Xiao Qing couldn't use other sword techniques effectively.

Imagine a flood dragon using its inflexible claws to hold a sword, then awkwardly swinging it with its tail...

That image was even more unbearable!

"Sword Flight Art, I can teach you." Meng Fan nodded.

In fact, if Xiao Qing mastered the Sword Flight Art, it could use this method to learn other sword techniques.

After all, truly advanced sword techniques aren't necessarily dependent on holding the sword by hand.

That night, Meng Fan began teaching Xiao Qing the Sword Flight Art.

Although Xiao Qing didn't have Shu Changsheng's terrifying talent, it managed to grasp the basics after a night of practice.

The rest would come with time; it would be a matter of when, not if, Xiao Qing mastered it.

Once Xiao Qing mastered it, Meng Fan would consider teaching it other sword techniques.

The idea of training a flood dragon to master sword techniques was quite intriguing.

That night.

Fengyun Demon Sect, Thundercloud Hall.

A middle-aged man with a bare torso held an oil lamp in his hand.

This was no ordinary oil lamp; it was a soul lamp.

At this moment, the flame inside the soul lamp had extinguished, leaving only a deep, dark void.

"Shen Ming, dead?"

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows deeply, his face cold and his eyes revealing a hint of murderous intent.

"Who dares to kill my disciple?"

This middle-aged man was named Zhang Hongfei, a hall master of the Thundercloud Hall in the Fengyun Demon Sect, holding a position much higher than that of a steward.

Shen Ming was his direct disciple, into whom he had invested considerable effort.

Even the wolf demon was captured for Shen Ming by him.

But in this world, there's no love without reason; Shen Ming naturally had to pay a price.

For instance, a third of the essence and energy Shen Ming and the wolf demon cultivated had to be offered to Zhang Hongfei!

So, Zhang Hongfei's fury at Shen Ming's death wasn't due to any emotional attachment but purely because he had lost a useful tool.

After all, he had spent a lot of effort cultivating this tool!

"Whoever killed my disciple will pay the price. I will turn you into a blood slave to compensate for my loss!" Zhang Hongfei muttered to himself with a grim expression.

He extended a finger and wiped it across Shen Ming's soul lamp.

In the next second, a strange aura appeared.

With a thought, Zhang Hongfei swallowed this aura.

Immediately, images of Shen Ming's last moments flashed in his mind.

He saw Xueguang Town, the Lu Mansion, Meng Fan, and Xiao Qing.

Especially upon seeing Xiao Qing, a look of surprise and astonishment appeared on his face.

"A flood dragon? Not bad, this is indeed a valuable creature.

But such a high-level demon beast being a pet for a Condensation Pill Realm sword cultivator is a waste of its potential!

Only in my hands can it truly fulfill its purpose!"

The anger on Zhang Hongfei's face vanished, replaced by a look of immense satisfaction.

Having a flood dragon as a pet could more than make up for all his losses, and it would be a huge gain!

"That Condensation Pill Realm sword cultivator is quite remarkable.

Not only does he have a flood dragon as a pet, but with just a bit of cultivation, he could crush Shen Ming with a single Sword Qi. Truly extraordinary, a genius worthy of admiration!

But alas, a genius who dies young is no different from a waste."

In Zhang Hongfei's eyes, since he had targeted this sword cultivator, the sword cultivator was as good as dead.

A fourth-level Condensation Pill Realm cultivator, no matter how monstrous, had no chance of survival!

"Judging by the aura of his sword technique, it has traces of both the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and the Kunlun Sword Sect, but the Shu Mountain Sword Sect's aura is stronger.

This kid must be a chosen one of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect!

No, to crush Shen Ming's Sword Intent with a single Sword Qi is too extraordinary; he might even be a Holy Son of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect."

Thinking of this, a sinister smile appeared on Zhang Hongfei's face, and the killing intent in his eyes intensified.

The Fengyun Demon Sect and the Shu Mountain Sword Sect had always been mortal enemies.

And Zhang Hongfei was a prime example of this; his master, a senior brother, and a younger brother had all died at the hands of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

If he could take down such a chosen one from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, he would feel immense satisfaction!

Throwing on a cloak, Zhang Hongfei transformed into a streak of light and left the Fengyun Demon Sect, heading towards Xueguang Town.

He intended to "seize the moment," fearing that if he delayed, the chosen one of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect might escape.

Meanwhile, Meng Fan, who was meditating and cultivating in an inn, couldn't have imagined that a cultivator at the peak of the Summoning God Realm, with one foot in the Primordial Spirit Realm, had already set his sights on him!

This was why he was reluctant to leave Shu Mountain and rarely ventured out; the outside world was indeed too dangerous.

You could unknowingly offend a powerful figure!

Especially for someone like Meng Fan, who held grudges and rarely spared his enemies, the likelihood of offending someone was even higher.

In the middle of the night, while Meng Fan was deeply immersed in cultivation, an urgent voice echoed in his mind.

"Meng Benefactor, a killing intent has locked onto you and is heading your way."

It was the voice of the old monk, with a noticeable tone of urgency.

Meng Fan frowned. Although the old monk's words were somewhat inexplicable, he trusted the old monk unconditionally in such matters.

After all, the old monk and he shared a life-and-death bond; if Meng Fan died, the old monk wouldn't survive either.

So, when it came to matters concerning his safety, the old monk was quite attentive.

"Who is coming?" Meng Fan asked instinctively as he got up.

But even as he asked, he transformed into a streak of light and sped away from the inn.

If the old monk was anxious, it meant the incoming person was formidable, extremely strong!

In such a situation, staying in the inn was clearly unwise.