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

Chapter 105 – I’m Meng Fan, I have money now!

Meng Fan shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.

Only when the third form of Myriad Swords Returning to Me is truly created, will he know the ability and strength of this sword.

Then, and only then, can he name it more fittingly and accurately.

At present, Meng Fan hadn't even grasped the general direction of this sword technique, thinking of a name now was premature.

You have to eat your rice one bite at a time!

In this regard, Meng Fan was in no rush, preferring a step-by-step approach.

And in terms of growing stronger, he was doing exceptionally well, his cultivation speed was almost like riding a rocket!

In just one year, he had advanced from the Qi Cultivation Realm to the seventh level of True Martial Realm.

Looking across the entire Shu Mountain Sword Sect, Meng Fan was truly unique.

***

Meng Fan spent an entire day in the Scripture Pavilion, only leaving when the sunset painted the sky.

Outside the pavilion, he ran into Li Xuerou and Liu Yanping.

It wasn't a coincidence; the two young ladies were waiting for him on purpose.

They were quite familiar with Meng Fan's routine in the Scripture Pavilion.

"Why are you here?" he asked, surprised.

Was it a planned meeting on the first day of his return?

After spending a month together in the Demon Realm, weren't they tired of each other?

Why were they still seeking him out?

"Why are we here? You really forget things, don't you?" Liu Yanping said with a hint of helplessness.

"What's the matter?" Meng Fan frowned, as he couldn't recall any pressing issues.

Li Xuerou spoke up, "Brother Meng Fan, we've come to return something to you."

Return something?

Meng Fan hesitated, then quickly remembered what it was about.

Previously, in the three wooden huts in the Demon Realm forest, there was a chest of treasure.

At that time, his storage space was too small to hold it all, so he could only take half.

He had asked Li Xuerou and Liu Yanping to help with the rest, promising them a ten percent reward upon return.

After coming back, Meng Fan had forgotten about this.

Of course, he wouldn't forget forever!

At most, within two or three days, when he used his storage ring, he would definitely remember.

But the two young ladies were very conscientious and came over on their own initiative.

"So it's about that. I'm not in a hurry, why are you? But since you're already here, let's settle this matter first. Follow me back to the Sword Pavilion."

Although Meng Fan said he wasn't in a hurry, he immediately took the two women back to the Sword Pavilion.

Once there, he led them to his room.

"Just put the things here. Help yourselves to whatever you want, and take ten percent as your reward," Meng Fan said generously.

At least in his own view, this was a very generous gesture.

Moments later, Meng Fan's room was filled with Spirit Stones and various spiritual medicines.

Seeing all this, a smile involuntarily spread across his face; he couldn't help it.

He had been scared of poverty since childhood.

Having money was happiness!

"Don't be shy with me, take the ten percent you deserve, and don't hold back," Meng Fan told them.

This was no sarcasm; what they deserved, they should take, as they had indeed helped him.

Meng Fan loved money, but he was not stingy!

After a while.

Liu Yanping said, "Meng Fan, I've returned your things. My Jade Spirit Vase, you said you'd return it to me once we got back to Shu Mountain Sword Sect."

Hearing Liu Yanping's words, Meng Fan spoke with some difficulty, "Now?"

Liu Yanping pressed, "You promised to lend it to me and return it once we were back at the Shu Mountain Sword Sect."

Meng Fan said somewhat sheepishly, "Can I borrow it for a bit longer?"

He couldn't finish the lotus flowers in a short time and needed the Jade Spirit Vase to preserve them.

"How about this, let's make a deal.

When you took out the Jade Spirit Vase earlier, it was empty, proving you don't need it for the time being.

Why don't you name your price, and I'll buy it from you?"

Liu Yanping glanced at Meng Fan but didn't refuse, saying with resignation, "Alright, the Jade Spirit Vase isn't particularly rare, you can buy it at the Artifact Forging Hall.

We're friends, so I won't swindle you.

I spent seven hundred Spirit Stones on it, considering depreciation, I'll sell it to you for five hundred Spirit Stones."

Five hundred Spirit Stones was not expensive.

A basic storage ring would cost at least a thousand Spirit Stones.

Although the storage space of the Jade Spirit Vase was very small, nowhere near that of a storage ring, its preservation feature made it worth the price.

Meng Fan's haul this time, just in Spirit Stones, was at least two thousand.

Spiritual medicines and treasures, if sold later, could probably fetch another two or three thousand Spirit Stones.

This trip to the Demon Realm had made Meng Fan wealthy.

Without hesitation, he gave Liu Yanping the five hundred Spirit Stones.

After sending Li Xuerou and Liu Yanping away, Meng Fan continued his cultivation.

The residual spiritual power of the lotus petals was enough for him to absorb for some time.

So, for the next few days, he didn't need the Essence of the Sword to bolster his cultivation and was too lazy to clean his sword.

He spent the night in silent cultivation, without sleep.

***

The next morning, Meng Fan returned to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

"Master, I've had quite a few gains in the Demon Realm, and I need your help to sell them."

The spiritual medicines and treasures he obtained in the Demon Realm were mostly things Meng Fan couldn't use.

He planned to sell them all!

But Meng Fan was young and inexperienced, and feared being taken advantage of if he sold them himself, so he needed Elder Lin's help.

"You seem to have made quite a haul, my boy, to even involve me in selling things," Elder Lin said, looking at Meng Fan in surprise.

If the items weren't particularly numerous or precious, there was no need for his help; Meng Fan could have sold them casually by himself.

Moments later, Meng Fan piled up a small heap on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

"Wow, all valuable items, not a single cheap one!" Elder Lin's eyes gleamed, somewhat incredulous.

Unfortunately, these were his disciple's spoils of war, and as a master, he naturally couldn't take advantage of his own disciple.

"The disciple was lucky, in the Demon Realm forest, I found a treasure chest stored by a demon," Meng Fan casually mentioned.

In fact, it was only Meng Fan who could retrieve this chest.

Because that giant white python was a boss-level entity that had formed a Demon Pill, and was difficult to deal with.

Such boss-level entities were probably single-digit in the entire Demon Realm!

Thinking of the giant white python, Meng Fan took out the Demon Pill and handed it to Elder Lin.

"Master, please help me deal with this as well," Meng Fan said.

Elder Lin took the Demon Pill and couldn't help but marvel.

This Demon Pill was very valuable!

One Demon Pill could be used to refine ten Heavenly Heart Pills or one Heavenly Soul Pill.

This material was highly sought after by the Alchemy Hall!

"You really hit the jackpot, my boy. This Demon Pill is worth at least a thousand Spirit Stones," Elder Lin said, examining the pill closely.

After a pause, he realized something.

"Right, you must have personally slain a boss-level entity to obtain this Demon Pill, right?"