Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 415 – When the disciples of the Sword Pavilion are present, having hands is enough

Chapter 415 – When the disciples of the Sword Pavilion are present, having hands is enough

Standing from Hong Qi's perspective, she always felt inferior.

She was merely a sword spirit, not even a human.

Even though she had now reconstructed a physical body and become human again, she still subconsciously felt inferior, a deep-seated humility ingrained in her bones.

In her eyes, the Shu Mountain disciples were all like the favored children of the heavens, each one a dragon or phoenix among men.

Especially after following Meng Fan for these days, she fully understood what a terrifying existence the Sword Pavilion was.

Sword Pavilion disciples were undoubtedly more esteemed than ordinary Shu Mountain disciples.

They were incomparable!

Even though she had been reborn as a human, she never fantasized about becoming a Shu Mountain disciple, let alone a Sword Pavilion disciple.

She always considered herself to be a servant.

But now, her master suddenly said she was a Sword Pavilion disciple, Senior Sister to Wu Tian, and Junior Sister to her master!

This... she wasn't worthy.

Hong Qi was overwhelmed, a bit flustered, and said to Meng Fan, "Master, please don't joke. How could a servant like me become a Sword Pavilion disciple? I'm not worthy!"

As soon as she said this, Meng Fan's face changed, clearly displeased, his expression darkening.

Seeing this, Hong Qi became even more flustered, her heart pounding like a frightened deer. With a "thud," she knelt in front of Meng Fan.

Meng Fan gritted his teeth in anger.

The reason he was displeased, even dark-faced, was because Hong Qi had just referred to herself as a servant again.

A long time ago, he had told Hong Qi not to refer to herself as a servant and not to call him master.

Hong Qi had only managed to do half of it. During this period, she had always called him Meng Fan, but she had stopped referring to herself as a servant, using "I" instead.

But just now, in her panic, she blurted out "servant" again, which made Meng Fan unhappy, even dark-faced.

It wasn't that Meng Fan was being overly sensitive or had to darken his face.

He was genuinely angry because he never saw Hong Qi as a servant, which was why he was upset.

Hong Qi referring to herself as a servant had already made Meng Fan angry, and now she was kneeling in front of him...

Meng Fan thought he would be even angrier seeing this, but in fact, he wasn't. Instead of anger, he felt a pang of heartache.

He had to admit, Hong Qi was indeed a girl who evoked pity.

And she was worth pitying.

"Sigh~~~" Meng Fan sighed, walked up to Hong Qi, and helped her up from her kneeling position.

He rubbed Hong Qi's head and smoothed her somewhat messy hair.

"Hong Qi, do you remember what I told you before? In front of me, don't refer to yourself as a servant, and don't call me master.

For so long, you insisted on calling me master, and I couldn't change that.

But at least you no longer refer to yourself as a servant!

How you address me is your right, and I can't force you.

But how I see you is also my right.

In my eyes, you have never been a servant. You are my friend, my comrade-in-arms.

Remember, never kneel to me again, and don't refer to yourself as a servant.

Otherwise..."

Meng Fan wanted to say something harsh, but looking at Hong Qi's pitiful face, he couldn't bear it.

He could only sigh helplessly and say, "Otherwise, I will be angry, and you don't want me to be angry, right?"

Using the harshest tone, he said the most helpless words.

Hong Qi nodded, her voice very small, "Serv... I understand. I won't make master angry again."

Meng Fan smiled wryly, "I'm telling you this because I'm a bit angry, but not to order you around.

I just hope you remember, we are friends, not master and servant. This is my heartfelt wish.

Compared to having a servant, I would rather have a friend.

Especially if that person is you, Hong Qi!"

"I understand, master," Hong Qi said, lowering her head.

Meng Fan didn't know if this girl really understood, but he could only hope she would truly change her mindset.

A moment later, Hong Qi cautiously looked up and asked Meng Fan, "Master, can I really become a Sword Pavilion disciple? Can I really do it well?"

She was genuinely uneasy, feeling that the identity of a Sword Pavilion disciple was too grand.

Outsiders didn't know the foundation of the Sword Pavilion, but she had followed Meng Fan for so long and knew very well that the Sword Pavilion was a colossal entity, a very special place within the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

Or rather, a very terrifying place!

Meng Fan said irritably, "It's just becoming a Sword Pavilion disciple. As long as you have hands, it's fine. It's not like you're becoming the master of the Sword Pavilion. Why are you panicking?

Besides, if even that guy Wu Tian can become a Sword Pavilion disciple, do you think you're worse than Wu Tian?"

In Meng Fan's mind, he was undoubtedly the ceiling of the Sword Pavilion.

Wu Tian, on the other hand, was undoubtedly the floor of the Sword Pavilion!

Hong Qi couldn't possibly think she was worse than Wu Tian, right?

In fact, Hong Qi really didn't think she could compare to Wu Tian and even felt there was a significant gap between them.

Meng Fan immediately saw through Hong Qi's lack of confidence and felt a sense of frustration.

But at this moment, he couldn't undermine her; he needed to encourage her.

So he changed his approach, "Even if you think you're not as good as Wu Tian, what about Senior Disciple Luo? He's also a Sword Pavilion disciple. You don't think you're worse than him, do you?"

It was only at this moment that Meng Fan thought of Senior Disciple Luo. His first reaction had been to forget about him.

To be fair, he had indeed been a bit harsh on Wu Tian just now.

After all, Senior Disciple Luo was the undisputed floor of the Sword Pavilion!

Not far away.

Senior Disciple Luo: ...

At this moment, Senior Disciple Luo was diligently polishing a long sword in the Sword Pavilion hall.

Ever since Meng Fan had polished all the swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion and started polishing the swords on the second floor, he hadn't cared about the swords on the first floor anymore.

So the swords on the first floor were now back to being polished by Senior Disciple Luo.

And at this moment, the door to Meng Fan's room was not closed, and Meng Fan's voice was not lowered.

So Senior Disciple Luo, who was polishing swords in the hall, happened to hear this sentence.

The words were quite frustrating, but there was no way to refute them.

After all, in front of these monstrous geniuses, he was indeed the floor of the Sword Pavilion, having nothing to do with the ceiling.

So frustrating!

Boohoo...

In Meng Fan's room, Hong Qi was indeed comforted by Meng Fan.

Because there was no problem with what he said. No matter how inferior she felt, she still thought she was stronger than Senior Disciple Luo.

Thinking about how she had just passed through the hall and saw Senior Disciple Luo polishing swords there, Hong Qi's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively turned to look.

Sure enough, Senior Disciple Luo was still in the hall polishing swords, not far from Meng Fan's room.

"Master, Senior Disciple Luo seems to have heard our conversation," Hong Qi said a bit embarrassedly, glancing up at Meng Fan.