Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 330 – Zhenhun Pearl, a wicked object devoid of all conscience

Chapter 330 – Zhenhun Pearl, a wicked object devoid of all conscience

As Meng Fan had guessed, there were indeed many treasures inside the ring.

There were seven or eight spiritual artifacts alone, and even a long blade of law artifact level.

However, having seen countless spiritual and law swords in the Shu Mountain Sword Pavilion, Meng Fan had no interest in these weapons.

But if he sold them, they should fetch a good price!

Apart from weapons, Meng Fan also found several cultivation manuals.

One was the "Fengyun Immortal Scripture."

Obviously, cultivating this manual wouldn't make one immortal—at least, Zhang Hongfei was dead beyond any doubt.

Another was the "Scarlet Moon Blade Technique."

And another was the "Divine Refinement Heart Sutra."

Any manual that Zhang Hongfei had treasured in his storage ring must have been extremely important to him.

But Meng Fan didn't care for any of them. He glanced at them and tossed them into a corner.

Blade techniques?

Even a dog wouldn't practice them!

Meng Fan continued rummaging through the storage ring and found some elixirs.

He didn't recognize them, so he planned to have Ye Qingyu identify them once he returned to Shu Mountain.

Besides that, Meng Fan also found a token.

It was the leader's token of the Fengyun Demon Sect!

He took out the token and weighed it in his hand. Although he didn't know what material it was made of, it felt quite valuable, definitely worth more than gold.

Meng Fan stared at the token, lost in thought.

"If I take this token, could I impersonate the leader of the Fengyun Demon Sect?"

After thinking it over, he decided against it. It was clearly not feasible.

First of all, his cultivation level wasn't high enough. A cultivator at the fourth level of the Condensing Elixir Realm had nothing to do with a leader.

Meng Fan put the token back into the storage ring. Although he couldn't use it now, his intuition told him it might be useful in the future.

Next, he found another good item in the storage ring.

A bead emitting a dim light. Meng Fan didn't know what it was, but the astonishing aura it exuded told him it was something valuable.

As he played with the bead, the old monk's voice echoed in his mind.

"A Soul Suppressing Bead! I never expected a small cultivator who hasn't even reached the Primordial Spirit Realm to have such a treasure!"

This old monk had previously found Zhang Hongfei extremely troublesome, unable to kill him despite all his efforts.

Now that Zhang Hongfei was dead, he referred to him as a "small cultivator."

What a hypocrite!

After all, a remnant soul is just a remnant soul. Meng Fan thought that the monk, in his prime, wouldn't have had such a demeanor.

"Soul Suppressing Bead, what is it?" Meng Fan asked instinctively.

Although the old monk's character was questionable, he was at least knowledgeable.

"The Soul Suppressing Bead is a rare treasure that can devour souls.

More importantly, with certain secret techniques, these souls can be refined into pure soul power!

And this pure soul power can be used to enhance one's divine soul.

It's a shortcut for cultivating the divine soul, but it's extremely sinister and despised by the righteous path.

Only demonic sects like the Fengyun Demon Sect would have people cultivating such things!"

The old monk explained in detail, and Meng Fan understood immediately.

"Evil and heretical!" Meng Fan sneered, full of disdain for the Soul Suppressing Bead.

A trace of Sword Qi appeared at his fingertips, slashing at the bead.

He intended to destroy it!

Meng Fan had no qualms about destroying such an evil object.

He really didn't care for it!

However, after the Sword Qi struck the bead, it remained unscathed.

The old monk said, "The material of this Soul Suppressing Bead is Nine Nether Dark Crystal. Even a cultivator at the Summoning God Realm can't destroy it.

Although your strength is extraordinary for your level, you still can't destroy this bead!"

Meng Fan didn't like hearing this, but he knew it was true. The old monk wouldn't lie about such a trivial matter.

So he didn't continue trying. He figured that even if he used his full power to execute "Myriad Swords As One," he probably couldn't destroy the bead.

Since it was so sinister and couldn't be destroyed, Meng Fan put it back into the storage ring.

"Meng Benefactor, even if you don't want to harm others, there's no need to destroy the Soul Suppressing Bead, right? After all, it already contains some pure soul power. You can use this soul power to cultivate and enhance your divine soul without harming anyone." The old monk's voice echoed in Meng Fan's mind again.

Harming others and refining their souls into soul power was indeed a heinous act, not to be done!

But destroying the existing soul power would be a waste, wouldn't it?

Meng Fan looked disgusted. "I find it filthy!"

Even though it was pure soul power, it was refined from other people's souls. Who knew if there would be any side effects after absorbing it?

Even if there were no side effects, Meng Fan found it revolting!

He didn't need such methods. Just by cultivating step by step, he could become infinitely stronger.

Not worth it!

"This..." The old monk was somewhat helpless.

The difference between people was indeed astonishing. Some people only ate the filling of a bun, throwing away the bun skin.

Some people couldn't even get the bun skin!

The old monk shamelessly said to Meng Fan, "Meng Benefactor, since you don't want the Soul Suppressing Bead, why not give it to me?"

Meng Fan frowned slightly. A Buddhist monk wanting to use such a sinister object?

He pursed his lips. No wonder this old monk failed his tribulation and couldn't ascend.

His heart wasn't sincere!

"Giving it to you isn't out of the question, but it depends on your future performance." Meng Fan said casually.

He didn't mind giving the Soul Suppressing Bead to the old monk because he really didn't care for it.

But he wouldn't give it away for free. He had to extract some value from the old monk.

The old monk was helpless. This kid really wouldn't give anything without getting something in return.

He must be a rooster, not giving away a single feather.

Wanting to get it for free was as difficult as ascending to heaven!

Future performance?

He wanted to perform now, but there seemed to be no opportunity.

What a pity, if only Zhang Hongfei hadn't died so early, he could have found a chance to make a deal with Meng Fan.