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

Chapter 223 – How about I take you as my disciple?

Meng Fan's divine soul, wielding the Hong Qi Sword, spoke with an extremely domineering and fierce tone.

The old monk's phantom that appeared in his mind was noticeably weaker than before.

Moreover, this time, the old monk didn't seem as aggressive as before, trying to seize control of his body. Instead, he was earnestly proposing a deal.

This indicated that the old monk probably didn't have the ability to take over his body at the moment and couldn't do anything to him!

Given this, Meng Fan naturally adopted a tougher stance.

This was a test to see how the old monk would react next.

"How dare you! You're courting death! I admire your talent and don't want to see a genius like you fall prematurely. Don't be ungrateful!" the old monk said coldly to Meng Fan.

"Is that so?" Meng Fan sneered.

The next second, the Hong Qi Sword in his divine soul's hand transformed into a red light, slashing towards the old monk's phantom.

It was a test of strength now, not just words.

He believed the old monk was at the end of his rope and shouldn't be a match for him. Otherwise, the old monk wouldn't have bothered with so many words.

"If you won't walk the path to heaven, you'll have to find your way to hell! Since that's the case, I'll send you to meet the Buddha..." The old monk's body erupted in golden light.

The Hong Qi Sword was instantly forced back, reverting to Hong Qi's phantom form.

"Master, Hong Qi failed. Please punish me!" Hong Qi's phantom said to Meng Fan's divine soul with some shame.

In such a situation, she forgot to call Meng Fan "Young Master" and instead called him "Master" out of habit.

"A mere sword spirit, not even a complete soul, dares to attack me. Truly ignorant!" the old monk mocked, maintaining his superior attitude.

However, despite his big talk, after forcing back Hong Qi, he still didn't make a move against Meng Fan, showing no intention of taking over his body.

Meng Fan laughed, becoming more certain that the old monk was all bark and no bite, lacking the ability to take over his body.

"Old monk, weren't you going to send me to meet the Buddha? Why haven't you made a move?"

He continued to provoke the old monk.

"I see potential in you and don't want to see you fall halfway. Don't be ungrateful!" the old monk scolded Meng Fan.

By now, Meng Fan was sure that the old monk was all talk and couldn't actually harm him.

"Enough with the nonsense. You've completely exposed your weakness, so stop pretending.

If you want to cooperate with me, show the right attitude.

You need me, not the other way around.

If you need help, act like it!"

Meng Fan's divine soul coldly looked at the old monk's phantom, sneering.

The old monk immediately became furious: "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Fine, I'll send you to the Western Paradise today!"

With that, his body suddenly erupted in infinite golden light, and a brilliant beam of gold shot from his body towards Meng Fan.

To be honest, seeing this beam of gold made Meng Fan a bit nervous.

But he held his ground, not showing any fear, his divine soul standing there coldly, unmoving!

Meng Fan was pretending, and so was the old monk.

Meng Fan was waiting for the old monk to slip up.

And the old monk was waiting for Meng Fan to beg for mercy!

It was a test of patience.

In the end, Meng Fan won the bet.

Firstly, he had the upper hand, and secondly, he had already seen through the old monk's tricks.

It was a sure win!

Just as the golden beam from the old monk was about to touch Meng Fan's divine soul, it suddenly disappeared.

"You boy, your mindset is truly impressive.

If a talent like you were to fall, it would be a loss for the entire human race.

Rest assured, I won't kill you. Not only that, I'll even train you!

I truly admire you. How about I take you as my disciple?" The old monk was still acting, now changing his approach.

Meng Fan sneered, "Looks like you really can't do anything to me. Stop pretending! You're supposed to be a high monk, isn't this charade beneath you?"

"Pretending? Do you think I can't be your master? I can easily solve your divine soul problem!" the old monk said, somewhat dissatisfied.

This dissatisfaction was genuine, not an act. He felt insulted!

"My master, Elder Lin, you've met him. Do you think you can compare to him?" Meng Fan said mercilessly.

"If I were at my peak, I could crush that old man with a single finger," the old monk said angrily.

"But now you're just a remnant soul, never to return to your peak. What right do you have to compare with Elder Lin?" Meng Fan continued to mock.

"Nonsense! Who says I can't return to my peak? As long as..." The old monk was genuinely angered by Meng Fan.

But he quickly realized his slip and stopped, not revealing his secret.

"As long as what?" Meng Fan keenly sensed that the next part was crucial.

"As long as I have time, I can definitely return to my peak!" the old monk said, trying to remain calm.

Meng Fan coldly looked at the old monk, knowing he must have secrets.

He had only been cultivating for a short time and already had many secrets.

This old monk had lived for so many years; it would be strange if he didn't have secrets!

He didn't care about the old monk's secrets but was concerned about his own divine soul.

But at this moment, he couldn't show it. He had to remain calm to handle the old monk.

"Stop pretending. We both know you can't do anything to me.

You can't kill me, and you can't take over my body.

So I advise you to show the right attitude and talk to me sincerely!

Otherwise, your struggling remnant soul might truly dissipate."

Meng Fan spoke calmly to the old monk.

At this moment, Meng Fan was sure the old monk posed no threat to him, making him more relaxed, not in a hurry to deal with him.

Of course, the main reason was that the old monk had a way to enhance his divine soul.

Meng Fan had always valued his divine soul!

"So, what do you want to talk about?" the old monk said with a stern face.

He felt a bit helpless!

He had tried to intimidate and entice this boy several times, all to control him.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he was the one being controlled!

It was a classic case of the mighty falling and being bullied by the weak. His current state was indeed too poor.

Without enough strength, relying solely on bluffing to intimidate others was indeed difficult.

Meng Fan was not as easy to fool as Wu Tian!