Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 326 – Are you an immortal or a fraud?

Chapter 326 – Are you an immortal or a fraud?

"Meng Fan, come here!" Meng Fan called out to the young girl.

The little girl looked scared. She glanced at Meng Fan, then back towards the village, biting her lip and hesitating for several seconds, but she didn't dare to walk over to him.

Meng Fan smiled and stepped down from the stone slab, walking over to the large tree where the girl was hiding.

"You've been watching me for a long time. What are you looking at?" He approached the little girl, smiling as he spoke.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't waste his time chatting with a child.

But given the current situation, the fact that this little girl had been staring at him for so long was a kind of special fate. Besides, Meng Fan was genuinely curious about why she had been watching him for so long.

It couldn't simply be because he was handsome, right?

After all, a six or seven-year-old child shouldn't care much about appearances.

"Big brother, are you an immortal?" The little girl gradually let go of her fear and wariness when she saw the smile on Meng Fan's face.

Men who are too handsome often give others a sense of security, especially women.

Although this girl was still young, she instinctively felt a sense of safety and subconsciously believed that Meng Fan wasn't a bad person.

Meng Fan laughed and said teasingly, "Yes, big brother is indeed an immortal. Do you want to cultivate and become an immortal with me?"

It was normal and not surprising for children to have fantasies about becoming immortals.

Meng Fan had such dreams when he was a child too!

So, he instinctively thought this little girl just had a simple "immortal dream."

Unfortunately, not everyone could cultivate to become an immortal. First, one needed a Spiritual Root to qualify for cultivation.

Among a hundred mortals, having one person with a Spiritual Root was already considered good.

The little girl shook her head and said, "I once heard a storyteller say that only the high immortals in the immortal sects can meditate for an entire day.

I saw you meditating here in the morning, and when I passed by in the afternoon, you were still meditating. So I wondered if you were the immortal the storyteller mentioned.

I don't want to become an immortal; I just want to cure my mother's illness.

Big brother, if you are an immortal, can you save my mother? I'll give you a pear!"

The little girl stretched out her dirty hand and took a pear out of her pocket.

The pear was small, with a small black spot and slightly spoiled.

But seeing the little girl's reluctant and pitiful expression, Meng Fan understood that this was her most precious treasure, something she couldn't bear to eat herself.

To be honest, Meng Fan considered himself a person with a heart as hard as stone, rarely moved by compassion, and even less likely to be overwhelmed by sympathy.

But some things, if encountered, are hard to ignore.

Meng Fan didn't see himself as a traditional good person, but even if he wasn't, he still had kindness in his heart.

Even the traditional villains sometimes have a trace of kindness in their hearts, something that can't be erased.

So Meng Fan patted the little girl's head, not minding the dirt, and smiled, "What illness does your mother have?"

The little girl shook her head and said, "I don't know. The village doctor said my mother is dying and can't be saved.

Immortal brother, please save my mother!

If my mother dies, Yinyin will be all alone and won't survive."

This wasn't a lie. In a place like this, if a child's relatives all died, it would indeed be hard for them to survive.

From what this little girl named Yinyin said, her father must have passed away long ago, leaving only her mother.

Meng Fan sighed and said to Yinyin, "Let's go. Take me to see your mother."

Having just recovered his True Essence and with nothing else to do, Meng Fan didn't mind helping out since he had encountered such a situation.

Of course, if he couldn't help, there was nothing he could do.

After all, Meng Fan was a cultivator at the fourth level of the Condensing Elixir Realm, not a doctor.

Some mortal illnesses could be easily treated by cultivators.

But some illnesses, even cultivators couldn't cure!

After all, cultivators were just cultivators, not true immortals.

Soon, Meng Fan followed Yinyin to her home.

It was a dilapidated thatched cottage, long neglected, with sunlight even streaming through the roof.

This meant that on rainy days, rainwater would leak in as well.

Meng Fan took a deep breath, feeling a bit helpless.

In any world, in any place, poverty was unavoidable, and he wouldn't naively think he could change it all.

To be blunt, a person's fate in life is predetermined. If you're destined to be poor, it's hard to change that.

Of course, this isn't absolute!

There are people who can defy fate, no doubt about that.

But such people are one in ten thousand, truly one in a million.

Who can guarantee they are that one in ten thousand?

Even if you are lucky enough to be that one, there are still nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ordinary people, and no one can change that.

That's fate!

Meng Fan shook his head, driving away these meaningless thoughts and emotions, then walked over to a bed.

"Yinyin, do we have a guest?"

On the bed lay a woman, her clothes full of stains and somewhat thin, as the weather was already getting chilly!

"Mother, Yinyin met an immortal and brought him back. The immortal will surely cure your illness. You'll get better," Yinyin said excitedly and earnestly.

Hearing Yinyin's words, the woman's brow furrowed instinctively, but a second later, she relaxed and said to Yinyin, "Yinyin, be good. Go play outside for a while. Mother has some things to discuss with this immortal."

Yinyin said anxiously, "But mother, I want to see the immortal cure you."

The woman struggled to sit up, crossed her legs on the bed, and after fumbling around, patted Yinyin's head and smiled, "Yinyin, be good. Adults are talking; children shouldn't eavesdrop, or mother will be angry."

Yinyin pouted, looking unhappy, but obediently left the room to wait outside.

Her mother wasn't just saying she was good; she truly was very well-behaved.

"You think I'm a fraud and don't want to upset your daughter, so you sent her away to question me?" Meng Fan said directly to the woman.

He naturally understood her thoughts.

In such a situation, anyone would think he was a fraud.

Even Meng Fan himself would think so.