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

Chapter 229 – The Sect Master of Shu Mountain’s concerns, Shu Changsheng

After Er Gou arrived at Shu Mountain, he was tested and found to have an Excellent Spiritual Root, allowing him to join the Shu Mountain Sword Sect smoothly.

"Just like my sister Xuerou, both have Excellent Spiritual Roots!" Meng Fan muttered to himself.

An Excellent Spiritual Root, as long as it grows smoothly and doesn't die prematurely, is destined to become powerful!

Speaking of which, Meng Fan had always been curious about Senior Disciple Jin's realm, but Senior Disciple Jin kept his mouth shut and never told Meng Fan.

"With an Excellent Spiritual Root and having cultivated in Shu Mountain for so many years, Senior Disciple Jin's cultivation level must be formidable."

Meng Fan decided to be more cautious around Senior Disciple Jin in the future, not to show any abnormal behavior, and preferably avoid meeting him altogether.

The memory scenes continued to flash rapidly. Meng Fan saw Senior Disciple Jin joining the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and embarking on the path of sword cultivation.

As Meng Fan had guessed, Senior Disciple Jin's cultivation speed was incredibly fast, living up to the potential of an Excellent Spiritual Root.

Even Sect Master Lin Jinghong never acknowledged Senior Disciple Jin, and he rarely interacted with him, seemingly avoiding and distancing himself on purpose.

It wasn't until Senior Disciple Jin's cultivation grew stronger and he switched to a new sword that the Sword Wraith Memory ended.

In the final stages of this memory, Meng Fan learned that Senior Disciple Jin had already reached the Summoning God realm in sword cultivation and was only a step away from the Primordial Spirit Realm.

And according to Meng Fan's comparison of the timeline, this was ten years ago!

In other words, ten years ago, Senior Disciple Jin was already on the verge of advancing to the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Now, ten years have passed...

Who knows how much stronger he has become!

***

Meng Fan opened his eyes, his expression complex and somewhat apprehensive.

Elder Lin had noticed Meng Fan's unusual behavior but chose to ignore it.

He had long been aware that Meng Fan sometimes spaced out while wiping his sword, so he was used to it.

After absorbing the Essence of the Sword from the Mu Shu Sword, Meng Fan placed it back on the rack in front of him.

Although the memory had ended, his mind was still immersed in it.

In the latter part of the memory, Lin Jinghong had already become the Sect Master of Shu Mountain, a true powerhouse.

Looking across the entire world, he was a renowned expert.

In such a situation, why did the Sect Master still not dare to acknowledge Senior Disciple Jin, even deliberately avoiding him?

It seemed... as if he was afraid of bringing danger and calamity to Senior Disciple Jin.

What could be so fearsome that even the powerful Sect Master would not dare to protect his own son?

Meng Fan didn't understand the whole story, but he could imagine that it was definitely not simple.

Could there be something in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect that even the Sect Master feared?

Something that even the Sect Master couldn't guarantee his son's safety from?

Meng Fan shook his head, deciding not to think about these complicated matters.

These were not things he was qualified to ponder.

It was better to avoid them altogether, not even think about them!

He would quietly accumulate strength and grow stronger, avoiding unnecessary entanglements.

After wiping thirty long swords and absorbing enough Essence of the Sword, Meng Fan left the second floor of the Sword Pavilion and returned to his room.

He cultivated silently through the night without a word.

***

Early the next morning, the old monk contacted Meng Fan and gifted him the spiritual energy he had cultivated.

The spiritual energy was minimal, just a wisp, which Meng Fan quickly absorbed.

He felt that his Divine Soul seemed to have solidified a bit.

Though not much, it was indeed real.

After all, this was just one day's harvest, and small increments would add up!

"How many days can one top-grade Spirit Stone sustain you?" Meng Fan asked the old monk.

"Three days," the old monk replied.

Meng Fan gasped in shock.

Damn, that's expensive!

But as long as it was effective, it was worth it.

Meng Fan didn't say much more and instructed the old monk to continue refining Spirit Stones.

If Spirit Stones were insufficient, he would find a way to earn more.

"Hong Qi," Meng Fan called out.

"Master!" Hong Qi's phantom appeared and bowed to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan sighed, too tired to correct her form of address.

"Has the old monk taught you any methods for cultivating your soul body?"

Hong Qi nodded, "Yes, the old monk has some skills. He taught me a soul condensation technique, which is quite effective. Coupled with the Essence of the Sword you provided last night, I feel that my spiritual body is getting closer to becoming a soul body!"

Previously, Hong Qi needed to absorb the Essence of the Sword from over a thousand Spiritual Swords to advance.

Now, this process had been significantly shortened.

Good news!

Meng Fan nodded and let Hong Qi return to the Hong Qi Sword.

"The problem now is figuring out how to earn Spirit Stones. The old monk consumes one top-grade Spirit Stone every three days, which means a thousand Spirit Stones a month!"

Meng Fan's current wealth was far from enough to restore his Divine Soul.

"Master Meng, consuming one top-grade Spirit Stone every three days is just my current rate. As my soul body improves, I might consume one top-grade Spirit Stone a day, or even half a day!" the old monk's voice suddenly echoed in Meng Fan's mind.

"Got it!" Meng Fan replied irritably.

***

Meng Fan left the Sword Pavilion and headed to the Thousand Catty Fall formation at the Cliff of Remorse.

No matter what, he couldn't disrupt his cultivation rhythm. He would cultivate when it was time to cultivate and think about other things in his spare time.

After leaving the Cliff of Remorse, Meng Fan began to ponder how to quickly earn Spirit Stones.

When it came to Spirit Stones, the first person Meng Fan thought of was Liu Yanping.

After all, he had labeled her as a "little rich woman."

But even as a little rich woman, her cultivation level was too low. Meng Fan couldn't rely solely on her.

He needed to exploit the entire Alchemy Hall!

After leaving the Cliff of Remorse, Meng Fan went to Liu Yanping's residence.

"Senior Brother Meng!" Liu Yanping was surprised to see Meng Fan.

Meng Fan rarely sought her out, and as the gap between them grew, she felt embarrassed to approach him often.

Since returning to Shu Mountain from Kongyue Town, it had only been half a month, and Liu Yanping didn't expect Meng Fan to come looking for her.

"Huh, everyone's here?" Meng Fan noticed Yang Shishi and Xiao Hui were also at Liu Yanping's place.

Yang Shishi blushed and greeted Meng Fan, looking a bit shy.

Meng Fan found it puzzling. He hadn't flirted with her, so why was she shy?

He walked up to Xiao Hui and asked with a smile, "Xiao Hui, how have you been feeling at Shu Mountain these days? Have you been practicing the sword technique I taught you?"

Xiao Hui nodded vigorously several times.

Liu Yanping came over and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Meng, Xiao Hui has a new name now. He named himself Shu Changsheng!"

Shu Changsheng?

Meng Fan looked at the boy in surprise and couldn't help but laugh.