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

Chapter 218 – The prestige of Shu Mountain, the dominance of Elder Lin

The sudden turn of events caught Meng Fan completely off guard.

In an instant, Meng Fan's heart sank to the bottom, cold and desolate.

This uncontrollable situation made Meng Fan think of the worst possible outcome.

Could it be that within this relic, there really is an old monster waiting to seize my body?

But why didn't he seize Wu Tian? Why me?

After all, Wu Tian is a disciple of the Buddhist sect; he should be more to the old monk's taste.

No, Wu Tian, as far as Meng Fan knew, had already broken the precepts of killing and stealing, and even had tendencies towards violating the precept of lust.

Such a sinful disciple of the Buddhist sect, no wonder the high monk didn't favor him!

Meng Fan cursed Wu Tian several times in his heart, blaming him for being a troublemaker.

At this moment, his consciousness was completely dragged into the golden statue.

The next second, his vision changed again.

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Around him, it turned into a space filled with dazzling golden light.

At the same time, in the Sword Pavilion, Hong Qi's phantom floated out from the Hong Qi Sword.

She was connected to Meng Fan's mind and instinctively felt a sense of fear from him.

Although she didn't know exactly what was happening, she floated to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion without hesitation and shouted to Elder Lin, "Senior, Master might be in danger. Please go and check on him."

At the critical moment, Hong Qi was reliable!

She didn't try to investigate Meng Fan's state herself but immediately went to seek Elder Lin's help.

Elder Lin, upon hearing this, quickly got up and flashed into Meng Fan's room.

Elder Lin knew about Hong Qi, understanding that she was the sword spirit of Meng Fan's personal Law Sword and was connected to his mind.

So he didn't hesitate and immediately came to Meng Fan's side.

Seeing the relic in Meng Fan's hand, Elder Lin frowned.

Clearly, Hong Qi's anxiety was due to this relic.

Looking at Meng Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, Elder Lin didn't hesitate and reached out a finger to touch the relic.

At this moment, in the golden space where Meng Fan's soul was, he saw an old monk sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

As soon as Meng Fan saw the old monk, the monk's eyes opened and stared straight at Meng Fan.

"After waiting for so long, I finally found a suitable body," the old monk said, his words shaking Meng Fan to the core.

His worst fear had come true.

The old monk's tone clearly indicated his intention to seize Meng Fan's body.

"Why me?" Meng Fan couldn't understand.

Wu Tian had used this relic before, so why was he fine?

"Because you are the only one I've encountered in all these years who is not a disciple of the Vajra Temple. The disciples of the Vajra Temple are all my followers; I can't bear to harm them. Amitabha..."

Such words, truly benevolent, embodying the phrase "Buddha's compassion."

Meng Fan couldn't help but laugh in anger.

A cold laugh!!!

He wasn't one to sit and wait for death. Although this old monk seemed mysterious and high-level, in this situation, he had to fight back!

Whether he could win or not was another matter, but he had to try his best.

Meng Fan couldn't just surrender.

At this moment, his soul transformed into a long sword.

The sword was born from his heart!

Unity of Man and Sword!

Shu Mountain's Heavenly Sword.

At the same time, various types of Sword Qi appeared in the golden space.

Myriad Swords Returning to me—Sword Comes.

"Old monk, stop pretending. Since you hide here to survive, I'll send you off for good. Amitabha!!!"

Meng Fan mimicked the monk, chanting a Buddhist phrase.

The old monk's face remained cold. Facing Meng Fan's attack, his eyes shot out two beams of golden light towards Meng Fan.

Just as Meng Fan was about to use all his Sword Dao cultivation to fight to the death, an elderly figure appeared in front of him.

Elder Lin!

"Master..." Meng Fan couldn't help but call out excitedly.

Elder Lin turned back and smiled at Meng Fan, saying, "Good disciple, don't be afraid. In the Sword Pavilion, in front of your master, who can harm you?"

These words, though somewhat belated, were timely enough.

If not for Hong Qi's timely request, Elder Lin might not have noticed Meng Fan's abnormal state.

After comforting Meng Fan, Elder Lin turned his gaze to the old monk.

"Bald donkey, you can't bear to harm your disciples, so you bully mine? Do you know where you are? Daring to act wildly here, you truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

The old monk looked coldly at Elder Lin. Though there was some fear deep in his eyes, he still said coldly, "The immensity of heaven and earth? Back then, I was just half a step away from successfully crossing the tribulation and ascending to immortality. Few in this world know the height of heaven better than I do!"

Elder Lin's face turned stern, his voice cold, "But this is Shu Mountain!

Not to mention a failed tribulation crosser, even a True Immortal wouldn't dare act recklessly in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect!

As for your Vajra Temple, it's nothing.

Anger the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, and we can erase Vajra Temple from the world in one night!!"

Elder Lin's tone was sharp, filled with killing intent.

Had he arrived a moment later, his precious disciple might have faced disaster, and whether he could save him would be uncertain.

So he was full of rage!

The angrier he was, the more he refrained from attacking the old monk immediately. He wanted to humiliate him thoroughly.

To vent his anger!!

Wasn't his disciple a thousand times more precious than those of Vajra Temple?

This old bald donkey couldn't bear to harm Vajra Temple's disciples but dared to harm his...

How could Elder Lin not be furious?

"Shu Mountain Sword Sect?" The old monk frowned.

His consciousness was sealed deep within the relic, unable to sense the outside world.

So he was confused. Wasn't his relic supposed to be in Vajra Temple?

How did it end up in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect?

"Indeed, offending the Shu Mountain Sword Sect means you have no way out! Your mistake might even lead to the destruction of Vajra Temple," Elder Lin said coldly, his voice full of killing intent.

"If you can't give me and my disciple a satisfactory apology, three days from now, Vajra Temple will be wiped out!"

Elder Lin was exaggerating. Although the Shu Mountain Sword Sect had the power to destroy Vajra Temple, they wouldn't do so over such a small matter.

But the old monk didn't know that!

He had been dead for over a thousand years, completely unaware of the current state of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

He only knew that when he was alive, the Shu Mountain Sword Sect was already a giant, not something Vajra Temple could provoke!

"What kind of apology do you want?" The old monk, pressured, asked helplessly.

Elder Lin's face was cold, full of killing intent.

"Suicide!"