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

Chapter 222 – Good temper, bullied every day

"Whether you help or not, you have no choice!"

Meng Fan stared coldly at Wu Tian, holding the Red Sheep Sword in his left hand and the Hong Qi Sword in his right.

One was a broken Law Sword, and the other was a fully intact Law Sword.

The Hong Qi Sword had absorbed so much of the Essence of the Sword that it had evolved into a Law Sword, becoming the strongest sword weapon Meng Fan could wield.

Even the Red Sheep Sword paled in comparison to the Hong Qi Sword!

When Meng Fan drew both Law Swords simultaneously, Wu Tian's heart skipped a beat in fear.

Wu Tian had come to the Shu Mountain Sword Pavilion intending to get a Law Sword from Elder Lin, who had promised him one.

But up until now, he hadn't gotten his hands on a Law Sword and was bullied daily...

So frustrating!

So pitiful!

"What do you want now? Give me back the relic first, then we can talk," Wu Tian said helplessly to Meng Fan.

"Help me with this task first, and I'll return the relic to you!" Meng Fan said seriously, his expression full of conviction.

Wu Tian frowned. After these two incidents, he had a vague feeling that Meng Fan wasn't a very trustworthy person.

With a stern face, Wu Tian said to Meng Fan, "I don't trust you right now."

Meng Fan remained serious. "If you don't trust me, you should at least trust Elder Lin. If I deceive you, you can go to Elder Lin to seek justice."

Wu Tian hesitated for a moment, thought it over carefully, and was eventually convinced by Meng Fan.

Although Meng Fan wasn't trustworthy, Elder Lin was still very reliable in his eyes.

"Fine, I'll help you with this. But if you don't return the relic, I'll go to Elder Lin. I'm not the type to tattle, but this is your own request!"

To Wu Tian, tattling to elders was shameful, something only little girls would do.

A man's problems should be solved with his own hands!

But since Meng Fan had requested it, it wouldn't be considered tattling behind his back.

"No problem. If I deceive you, feel free to go to Elder Lin," Meng Fan said firmly.

Wu Tian looked a bit helpless and smiled bitterly. "Alright, what do you want now?"

Meng Fan walked up to Wu Tian, pulled up a stool, and sat down facing him.

"I want to see your Divine Soul," he said bluntly.

Wu Tian's face changed, and he looked at Meng Fan in surprise before quickly refusing. "Divine Soul? That's such a private thing. How can you just look at it? This isn't something you can casually see!"

"Do you still want the relic or not?" Meng Fan asked impatiently.

Wu Tian gritted his teeth and said angrily, "How can you be so shameless?"

Meng Fan shrugged indifferently. "We're both men. What's there to be ashamed of? It's just a look; it's not like we're doing dual cultivation!"

After some coercion and persuasion from Meng Fan, Wu Tian finally closed his eyes in resignation and compromised.

Soon, Meng Fan's Divine Sense entered Wu Tian's Sea of Consciousness and saw Wu Tian's Divine Soul.

"What's so interesting about a Divine Soul? Now that you've seen it, are you satisfied?" In the Sea of Consciousness, Wu Tian's Divine Soul spoke to Meng Fan with some dissatisfaction.

Meng Fan ignored Wu Tian's words and focused intently on observing Wu Tian's Divine Sense, meticulously and attentively.

After a long time, his Divine Sense exited Wu Tian's body.

At this moment, Meng Fan's brows were tightly furrowed, and his mood was visibly negative.

Wu Tian didn't care about Meng Fan's mood and directly asked, "You've seen my Divine Soul. Now give me back the relic!"

Meng Fan gave Wu Tian a cold, icy glare, which was somewhat intimidating, and then turned to leave.

Wu Tian felt a bit uneasy under Meng Fan's glare and didn't dare to chase after him to demand the relic.

In fact, he didn't need the relic immediately. If he got beaten up by Meng Fan again for it, it wouldn't be worth it.

After Meng Fan left, Wu Tian muttered angrily to himself, "I've never suffered so much at the hands of the same person in my life.

Meng Fan, just you wait. Once I get some Spirit Stones and go into seclusion at the Sword God Stele for a few months, I'll come out and beat you so badly that even Elder Lin won't recognize you!!!"

Meng Fan returned to his room, feeling a bit heavy-hearted.

He had just carefully observed Wu Tian's Divine Soul and found it significantly different from his own.

Compared to Wu Tian's Divine Soul, his own was noticeably smaller and somewhat ethereal, not solid enough!

Most importantly, Wu Tian's Divine Soul had a faint golden glow on its surface, which his own lacked.

The difference was already quite evident!

"Why is this?" Meng Fan couldn't understand.

Both he and Wu Tian had cultivated their Divine Souls using the same relic, so why was there such a big difference?

Was it because he wasn't a disciple of the Buddhist sect?

This was beyond Meng Fan's comprehension, so it was naturally impossible for him to figure it out.

At that moment, a voice suddenly appeared in Meng Fan's mind.

"Why? Naturally, it's because this old monk is helping that kid Wu Tian."

Hearing this voice, Meng Fan's hair stood on end in shock.

It was the voice of the old monk from the relic!

Hadn't this old monk been forced to self-destruct by Elder Lin, turning to ashes?

It seemed that this old bug, who had survived for thousands of years, was indeed reluctant to die!

However, it was quite impressive that this old monk had managed to escape Elder Lin's detection and survive.

In Meng Fan's Sea of Consciousness, a phantom of the old monk stood before Meng Fan's Divine Soul.

The old monk's phantom was even more ethereal than Meng Fan's Divine Soul, far less solid than it had been in the relic.

"You old bald donkey, you're really good at surviving!" Meng Fan's Divine Soul coldly stared at the old monk's phantom.

"I, the old monk, have roamed the world for hundreds of years, nearly invincible, just half a step away from successfully crossing the tribulation and ascending to immortality. If I don't want to die, who can kill me?"

The old monk's face was full of arrogance, looking down from above. He continued, "Kid, you should have noticed that your Divine Soul has defects. I can give you an opportunity to make your Divine Soul grow stronger than Wu Tian's, even stronger than anyone's!"

"Heh, then I'd like to hear what kind of opportunity you're offering," Meng Fan's Divine Soul sneered.

"It's actually very simple. You just need to provide me with Spirit Stones, and I can assist you. It's a very good deal. Otherwise, I can possess you right now and make you disappear from this world completely!"

The old monk's tone was sharp, with a hint of coercion and temptation.

Meng Fan laughed. He coldly looked at the old monk's phantom and called out.

"Hong Qi!"

In the next second, a red light flashed.

In Meng Fan's Divine Soul's hand appeared a sword.

The Hong Qi Sword!

As Meng Fan's personal Law Sword, Hong Qi had transformed into the soul sword in Meng Fan's soul form.

"Your deal is indeed tempting. Solving the defects in my Divine Soul with some Spirit Stones is something I'd be happy to do.

Unfortunately, I don't like your attitude!

Do you really think I can't see through your bluff?

Rather than accepting your proposal, I'd prefer to make you kneel and call me grandpa.

Or, make you truly vanish, turning to ashes and smoke!!"