Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 336 – Senior Brother Meng… Steward Meng… Grandpa Meng

Chapter 336 – Senior Brother Meng… Steward Meng… Grandpa Meng

Meng Fan sat cross-legged on the bed all night, contemplating various possibilities in his mind.

In the end, he abandoned the unrealistic idea.

A beauty trap?

That's not a plan.

That's courting death!

He chuckled. Unless Zhong Lingxiu was a fool...

But if Meng Fan considered Zhong Lingxiu a fool, it would prove that he himself was the fool!

Early the next morning, Meng Fan set off on his journey back to Shu Mountain.

After thinking all night, the only solution he could come up with was to return to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

Li Xuerou was not only his sister but also a disciple of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

In such a situation, the best course of action was to seek help from Shu Mountain!

As for Elder Lin's matter, it was inconvenient for him to seek help from Shu Mountain. To be honest, he didn't have the qualifications to approach someone of Elder Lin's level.

Moreover, the situation with Elder Lin was unclear. He couldn't possibly ask a master of Elder Lin's caliber, or even someone beyond that, to intervene based on a mere guess, could he?

But Li Xuerou was different!

This matter was simple.

And he had a clear target to seek out.

That was Li Xuerou's master!

Yang Ling.

Meng Fan didn't know Yang Ling, only that she was Li Xuerou's master. In fact, he had never even met her.

It was said that Yang Ling was an idle elder without any official duties.

In the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, there were quite a few idle elders. After all, not all elders were willing to meddle in other people's affairs.

Many were solely focused on their cultivation, indifferent to worldly matters.

Meng Fan flew on his sword, and with the newly mastered Lightning Sword Technique and Sword Intent, his speed was much faster than before.

By that evening, he had returned to Shu Mountain.

Due to the presence of three types of True Essence in his body, Meng Fan's True Essence had not been exhausted even after returning to Shu Mountain!

For other cultivators at the fourth level of the Condensing Elixir Realm, this was simply a fantasy, an impossible feat.

Perhaps they wouldn't even cover a third of the distance before their True Essence was completely depleted.

Since it was already night, Meng Fan didn't rashly seek out Elder Yang, Li Xuerou's master.

He returned to the Sword Pavilion, exchanged a few words with Senior Disciple Luo, then checked and supervised Shu Changsheng's cultivation before heading back to his own room.

"Hmm, it feels like I've forgotten something?" Meng Fan muttered to himself as he sat on the bed.

After a long while, he finally remembered who he had forgotten...

Wu Tian!

After throwing that kid into the Contemplation Room at the Cliff of Remorse, Meng Fan had completely forgotten about him.

Originally, he had planned to release Wu Tian before leaving Shu Mountain last time.

After all, throwing Wu Tian into the Contemplation Room was meant as a minor punishment.

But not only did he forget before leaving Shu Mountain, he even forgot after leaving!

"That kid has decent talent and strength. He shouldn't die in the Contemplation Room, right?"

"Probably not... right?"

"If he can't withstand this bit of pressure, he doesn't deserve to live. Let him die then!"

Meng Fan muttered to himself, as if comforting himself.

He walked out of his room and headed towards the Cliff of Remorse.

Soon, he arrived outside Wu Tian's Contemplation Room.

With the Sword Pavilion's token, he had the authority to open the Contemplation Room.

When he opened the Contemplation Room, a hint of surprise appeared on Meng Fan's face.

He saw what looked like... a wild man?

Unkempt beard.

Disheveled hair.

Barely clothed!

His clothes had turned into strips of fabric, exposing parts that shouldn't be exposed.

As the door to the Contemplation Room opened, the crisscrossing Sword Qi inside instantly dissipated.

The door of the Contemplation Room acted as the core, the switch of the sword formation.

"Wu Tian, I hope you remember this punishment and don't repeat your mistakes in the future!" Meng Fan said calmly, with a composed and serious expression.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Wu Tian that he had forgotten about him. He would only show that he had intended to punish Wu Tian for this long.

Inside the Contemplation Room, Wu Tian looked up and saw that it was Meng Fan. He was instantly furious.

The frustration and torment he had endured during this time made his anger explode, burning uncontrollably.

Most importantly, during his time in the Contemplation Room, not only had his cultivation level broken through to the Condensation Pill Realm, but he had also gained significant insights and progress in his sword technique.

He felt confident again!

He had grown arrogant!!

He had forgotten the fear of being dominated by Meng Fan!!!

"Meng Fan, I'm going to kill you~~~~~~" Wu Tian roared in anger, drawing his sword and slashing at Meng Fan.

A sharp sword light, accompanied by a terrifying sword soul, charged towards Meng Fan.

At this moment, Wu Tian truly harbored resentment towards Meng Fan.

No one but himself could imagine the torment he had endured during this time.

Previously, he thought that as his cultivation and strength improved, the Sword Qi in the Contemplation Room would pose less of a threat, allowing him to relax a bit.

But the reality was that as his strength increased, the intensity of the Sword Qi in the Contemplation Room also automatically increased.

So whether he was strong or weak, he lived in constant torment every day.

Now, seeing Meng Fan, the culprit, he naturally wanted to retaliate and vent his anger!

Just as Wu Tian's sword was about to strike Meng Fan...

Meng Fan raised his hand, extended a finger, and pointed forward.

Wu Tian's sword instantly collapsed, and at the same time, Wu Tian's entire body was sent flying, crashing into the wall of the Contemplation Room.

The force was so great that he was embedded into the wall in an extremely awkward position.

"It seems the punishment wasn't enough. In that case, stay here for another year!" Meng Fan said expressionlessly to Wu Tian, turning to leave.

Casually, he prepared to close the door of the Contemplation Room.

Seeing this, Wu Tian was startled. He quickly pried himself off the wall with all his might.

"Senior Brother Meng... Deacon Meng... Grandpa Meng, I was wrong, I know I was wrong!!!" Wu Tian shouted, instantly deflating, recognizing his own situation.

As he shouted, he rushed towards the door of the Contemplation Room.

Before Meng Fan could close the door, he successfully made it outside.

Seeing the colorful world outside and breathing the fresh air, Wu Tian was so moved that he almost cried.

"Senior Brother Meng, I've been locked up for too long. My mind was a bit unclear just now. Please forgive me, forgive me..." Wu Tian said with a fawning smile to Meng Fan.

That sword just now made him realize the gap in strength and status between himself and Meng Fan, naturally reverting to his submissive mode.

Although he was smiling on the outside, he was truly feeling miserable inside.

He had thought that after his secluded cultivation in the Contemplation Room, he could seek revenge on Meng Fan, beat him up until Meng Fan begged for mercy and called him daddy.

But it turned out he had overestimated himself.

So frustrating!

Despite all the suffering he had endured, why was he still no match for Meng Fan?

Heaven was truly unfair...

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