Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion

Chapter 259 – Old monk, go to the Western Heaven and see Buddha, okay?

Elder Lin looked at Meng Fan and smiled, "Although Liu Bude isn't dead, rest assured, he won't trouble you again."

"Master, why is that?" Meng Fan was a bit puzzled.

After all, he had killed Liu Bude's son. How could Liu Bude possibly give up on seeking revenge?

Elder Lin chuckled sinisterly.

"What if Liu Chen isn't actually his son?"

To be honest, Meng Fan was quite surprised to hear this.

At the same time, the fire of curiosity burned fiercely within him. Could it be that Liu Chen really wasn't Liu Bude's son?

"Master, could it be that Liu Chen is actually the son of Huang Guanfeng, the Grand Elder of the Fengyun Demon Sect?" Meng Fan asked, somewhat "excited."

Elder Lin shook his head, "The possibility is low. Although there's a chance, it's not very high."

Meng Fan was still confused, "Then what do you mean by this, Master?"

Elder Lin smiled, a smile full of... cunning.

"Sometimes, falsehoods can become truths, and truths can become falsehoods. Some people can turn black into white and make the false seem real with just a silver tongue!"

Meng Fan understood. Elder Lin intended to spread rumors and fabricate evidence to make it seem like Liu Chen was indeed Huang Guanfeng's son.

"Master, this approach doesn't seem very righteous," Meng Fan said, though he secretly agreed with it.

Elder Lin nonchalantly replied, "The righteous path is not without its share of schemers. Just consider me one of them."

Meng Fan grinned, "Nonsense, Master. You are the beacon of the righteous path!"

Elder Lin rolled his eyes and glanced at Meng Fan.

"If you were that kid Wu Tian, you'd be getting a beating right now!"

In the room downstairs, Wu Tian, who was meditating, suddenly felt a shiver.

He opened his eyes in confusion and muttered to himself, "Did something go wrong with my cultivation?"

After a quick self-check, everything seemed fine.

Why did he feel that shiver just now?

It was baffling.

"Looks like I've been pushing myself too hard lately. I need to slow down. Otherwise, I might collapse before I get the chance to beat up that bastard Meng Fan!"

Since arriving at Shu Mountain, Wu Tian's goal had remained unchanged.

[Beat Meng Fan to a pulp]

However, this goal seemed too ambitious and distant.

He might as well set a more practical goal first, like... becoming an immortal?

Upstairs.

Meng Fan thought of Huang Guanfeng and asked, "But Master, if we make it seem like Liu Chen is Huang Guanfeng's son, Liu Bude might not seek revenge for Liu Chen. But wouldn't Huang Guanfeng from the Fengyun Demon Sect come after me instead?"

That... didn't seem much different.

"Don't worry. Huang Guanfeng from the Fengyun Demon Sect was severely injured a few years ago and is already on his last legs. He'll probably die in a few years. Besides, he's not as strong as Liu Bude. If he really tries to come after you, I can send him to the afterlife ahead of time!" Elder Lin said firmly.

Meng Fan admired Elder Lin's style of bullying the weak and avoiding the strong. He decided to learn from his master and carry forward this "virtue."

Just as he was about to return to his room, Elder Lin called out to him again.

"Disciple, do you remember the competition I mentioned when I first took you in as my disciple?"

Meng Fan nodded, "Of course, I remember. My opponent is a woman named Ye Qinxin."

"There's only one month left until the two-year deadline. I hope you give it your all and win!" Elder Lin said solemnly.

Meng Fan replied with equal seriousness, "Master, don't worry. I will win!"

He remembered Elder Lin mentioning that Ye Qinxin had just broken through to the Heavenly Origin Realm three years ago.

Now, three years later, she was likely still in the Heavenly Origin Realm.

Even if she had broken through to the Condensation Pill Realm, Meng Fan was confident he could defeat her.

After all, he had killed more than one or two Condensation Pill cultivators!

"But Master, what's your relationship with that old rival? Why are you still so serious about a bet made ten years ago?" Meng Fan asked curiously.

To be honest, he was eager to know.

He suspected that his master's old rival was probably a charming old lady.

The fire of gossip burned brightly.

Elder Lin saw the expression on Meng Fan's face and couldn't help but glare at him, "Are you the master or am I? Why are you so nosy?"

Meng Fan could only awkwardly retreat to his room.

Since Elder Lin didn't want to say, Meng Fan couldn't force him.

Anyway, there was only a month left. Soon, he would see the old rival that Elder Lin couldn't forget.

He was curious to see what kind of... old lady could make his master so obsessed!

Back in his room.

Meng Fan sat cross-legged on his bed and couldn't help but sigh.

"Time flies. In the blink of an eye, two years have passed!"

The old monk and Xiao Qing didn't know what Meng Fan was sighing about.

Hong Qi thought Meng Fan was reflecting on joining the Sword Pavilion and becoming Elder Lin's disciple for two years.

Only Meng Fan knew that he was sighing about having traveled to this world for two years!

In two years, he had gone from being an outer sect disciple with no cultivation to becoming the strongest sword cultivator at the eighth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm, and he was on the verge of stepping into the Condensation Pill Realm.

The word "strongest" wasn't an exaggeration!

Looking at the entire Northern Region, or even the entire Tianyuan Grand World, there couldn't be a sword cultivator at the eighth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm stronger than Meng Fan.

Not even the son of a True Immortal or a reincarnated True Immortal (voice getting weaker).

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.

Meng Fan had only three thousand spirit stones left.

The old monk had consumed a total of ten thousand spirit stones in just over a month.

Meng Fan was extremely pained by the consumption of so many spirit stones, but at least the results were evident. Otherwise, he would have killed the old monk!

At this moment, the defect in Meng Fan's divine soul had disappeared, and the missing spirituality had been fully restored.

Now, his divine soul was much stronger than Wu Tian's!

After all, he cultivated Fu Xi's visualization techniques, so his divine soul should be stronger than others.

"Congratulations, Master, on the recovery of your divine soul!" Hong Qi was the first to congratulate Meng Fan, as usual.

Although the recovery of the divine soul wasn't a breakthrough in cultivation, it was even more worth celebrating!

Meng Fan smiled, feeling quite pleased.

Recently, he had painstakingly cultivated his divine soul, thinking he could soar to new heights, only to be harshly reminded by reality.

His divine soul was actually much weaker than Wu Tian's!

How could he tolerate that?

Fortunately, that was all in the past now.

"Congratulations, Benefactor Meng!" The old monk also congratulated Meng Fan's divine soul.

But Meng Fan's divine soul looked at the old monk with a cold expression.

"Old monk, now that my divine soul has recovered, you are of no use to me. How about you go to the Western Paradise and see the Buddha?"