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

Chapter 208 – A loss!

Meng Fan spent a sleepless night in silent cultivation.

The essence of the ten Spiritual Swords was enough to sustain his cultivation of the Pure Yang Thunder Cultivation Scripture for two or three days.

At this pace, Meng Fan would reach the seventh level of the Heavenly Origin Realm within half a month.

He was getting closer and closer to the Condensation Pill Realm.

It felt almost within reach!

***

The next morning, Meng Fan parted ways with Liu Yanping and Yang Shishi.

The two young ladies were heading back to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, while he was planning to visit Longquan Village to find his martial uncle, Li Sansi.

Well, he could be considered a martial uncle, as he was once Elder Lin's junior brother, though he had been expelled from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

After breakfast, Meng Fan left the inn and walked out of Kongyue Town, heading towards Longquan Village.

Longquan Village was less than a hundred miles from Kongyue Town.

If Meng Fan hurried, he could get there in less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.

However, as soon as he left Kongyue Town, he encountered an old man in a black robe.

Meng Fan frowned; this was clearly not a coincidence. It looked like the old man had been waiting for him.

Could this old man be his martial uncle, Li Sansi, who had come to greet him knowing he was coming?

That seemed unlikely!

First, Li Sansi didn't know he was coming.

Second, he was a junior, not worth the trouble of a personal greeting.

Most importantly, the old man seemed hostile, with a clear sense of enmity.

No, it wasn't just enmity; there was a palpable killing intent!

"Who are you?" Meng Fan asked, looking at the old man in the black robe.

The old man looked at Meng Fan coldly, expressionless. "Yesterday, did you go to the northern valley and kill someone?"

Hearing this, Meng Fan immediately understood.

This old man was from the Ghost Shadow Sect.

No wonder he had killing intent!

Yesterday, Meng Fan had killed six disciples of the Ghost Shadow Sect. This guy was here for revenge.

"You've got the wrong person!" Meng Fan said calmly, denying it on the spot.

He couldn't see through the old man's cultivation level, and his aura was extremely strange, stronger than those in the Condensation Pill Realm he had encountered before.

Clearly, this was a formidable opponent.

Meng Fan felt he couldn't win with his own strength.

If it came to a fight, he would likely have to use the trump cards Elder Lin had left him.

It wasn't worth it!

So, facing such a person, it was better to avoid trouble.

If this guy were at the Heavenly Origin Realm or an ordinary Condensation Pill Realm cultivator, Meng Fan would have drawn his sword and killed him, even if it meant using some of his trump cards.

But the trump cards left by Elder Lin were limited; using one meant one less. It wasn't worth wasting them.

"Not admitting it? Heh, since I've found you, I won't be wrong!"

The old man in the black robe raised his hand and extended a finger.

At the same time, a blood light appeared on Meng Fan's body. A thin bloodline shot out from him, wrapping around the old man's finger.

"This is a mark I left on my disciples. If they are harmed, the mark transfers to the killer. Now, with evidence in hand, you still won't admit it?"

Meng Fan's mouth twitched into a helpless, cold smile.

When he killed yesterday, he hadn't noticed this detail.

The old man's methods were indeed extraordinary.

Given the situation, there was no way to bluff his way out.

Since that was the case, Meng Fan stopped talking.

This battle was unavoidable!

He directly took out the Sword Seal left by Elder Lin, wasting no time.

In this situation, Meng Fan's intuition told him there was no need to test his own strength.

Since he already felt the gap was too large, there was no need to court death.

This wasn't Shu Mountain; without Elder Lin's protection, courting death would really mean death!

So, without a word, Meng Fan activated the Sword Seal given by Elder Lin.

A Sword Qi shot out from the Sword Seal, slashing towards the old man in the black robe under Meng Fan's control.

The moment the Sword Qi appeared, the old man's expression changed.

A Heavenly Origin Realm cultivator's Sword Qi should be something he could easily dismiss.

But in fact, he felt an overwhelming terror.

This was definitely not a Sword Qi that a Heavenly Origin Realm cultivator could produce; it even surpassed the Condensation Pill level.

He instinctively wanted to counterattack or dodge.

But when the Sword Qi appeared, he felt the space around him solidify, trapping him.

From head to toe, he couldn't move a muscle.

The Sword Qi suppressed him completely!

Fear filled the old man's eyes. Was he just waiting to die?

He wanted to roar, to question, but he couldn't even move his mouth. He could only watch as the Sword Qi approached.

Unable to move his body, he tried to use his Divine Sense to resist the Sword Qi.

But even his Divine Sense was suppressed.

This was too absurd!

Clearly, this was a Heavenly Origin Realm cultivator. What kind of iron wall had he hit?

Unfortunately, he would never know the answer.

In the next second, the Sword Qi left by Elder Lin in the Sword Seal swept across the old man's neck.

A head fell, landing at his feet, bouncing once before rolling a short distance.

The eyes, filled with fear and anger, stared at Meng Fan.

"A loss!" Meng Fan said expressionlessly, glancing at the old man's head.

He scanned the old man's body with his Divine Sense, then took a storage ring and left.

As for the corpse, he didn't care to bury it.

From start to finish, Meng Fan didn't ask the old man's name or say another word. He simply activated Elder Lin's Sword Seal and killed him, clean and efficient.

He knew the gap in their strength. If he didn't strike first, he might be the one to die.

In the face of absolute power, if the opponent struck first, even with Elder Lin's trump cards, he might not get the chance to use them.

Being ruthless and saying little was the key to survival!

Meng Fan walked towards Longquan Village without looking back at the old man's corpse.

It was quite embarrassing. Although he had killed the old man, he didn't even know the man's cultivation level.

The only thing he knew was that the man was from the Ghost Shadow Sect!

In just one day, he had killed seven people from the Ghost Shadow Sect.

It seemed he had a knack for dealing with them...

***

Half an hour later, Meng Fan leisurely arrived at Longquan Village.

He was quite interested in meeting the "martial uncle" he had never seen.

Of course, he was even more interested in the Wind and Thunder Sword that his master had prepared for him.

Meng Fan knew very well that the Wind and Thunder Sword was meant for him!