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

Chapter 19 – You can pick any sword from the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, use it until it breaks without owing anything, just swap for a new o

Liu Yanping didn't believe him for a second!

Just yesterday, Meng Fan had said the same thing to her.

If one could master a sword technique just by casually watching someone practice it a couple of times, what would be the need for a sword manual?

This Meng Fan was truly detestable, treating them as if they were fools to be toyed with.

Meng Fan felt quite helpless.

Often when you tell the truth, no one wants to believe you.

Faced with Meng Fan's response, Ye Feng didn't get angry like Liu Yanping.

This guy was ruthless and not much of a talker; he simply attacked again, thrusting his sword towards Meng Fan's throat.

He had held back in his previous attack, leaving an obvious flaw, and he couldn't accept that!

This time, he struck with full force, not holding back in the slightest.

Meng Fan's gaze sharpened as he saw Ye Feng's move and thrust his sword in response.

Both were still using the Bright Moon Sword Technique—Bright Moon Shining Over the River!

And the result...

Was just like before.

Meng Fan was once again quicker, his sword reaching Ye Feng's throat while Ye Feng's sword was still a full two inches away from Meng Fan's throat.

In such a situation, even an inch was a world of difference, let alone two.

This was a complete overpowering!

"I've lost, fair and square," Ye Feng conceded, dropping his wooden sword and closing his eyes.

To be honest, it was quite embarrassing.

He, an Inner Sect Disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining, had actually lost to an Outer Sect Disciple at the first level of Qi Refining.

Although it was just a simple comparison of sword techniques and not indicative of true strength, he still felt extremely humiliated.

"This move... when you thrust your sword, you should step out with your right foot first. And your arm was raised too high; it should be pressed down half an inch. If you can correct these two issues, you should be able to reach your opponent's throat at the same time as me!"

As Meng Fan spoke, he bent down to pick up the ten Spirit Stones from the ground.

With so many Spirit Stones, he felt he needed to offer some guidance to ease his conscience.

Hearing Meng Fan's advice, Ye Feng, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a glint of understanding in his gaze.

He mimed the sword movement a couple of times, then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

After trying what Meng Fan suggested, he felt the move was indeed much smoother.

"Thank you! I was wrong before, and I apologize to you."

This time, he truly accepted defeat wholeheartedly.

Although Meng Fan was just an Outer Sect Disciple at the first level of Qi Refining, he had won Ye Feng's respect with his sword technique.

At least with the Bright Moon Sword Technique, he had won his respect!

"No need to be polite. If you want to thank someone, thank Liu Senior Sister; after all, it was her Spirit Stones," Meng Fan said to Ye Feng.

As a result, Ye Feng glared fiercely at Liu Yanping before leaving the Training Hall.

Meng Fan watched the scene in surprise.

What was going on?

Had love turned to hate?

Meng Fan shook his head and didn't bother with it.

It had nothing to do with him, after all.

"Thank you for the Spirit Stones, Senior Sister Liu," Meng Fan turned and thanked Liu Yanping.

He was genuinely grateful; ten Spirit Stones, what did that signify?

According to the allowance provided by the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, could he now support himself for three months?

"How many more sword techniques are you proficient in?" Liu Yanping asked, looking at Meng Fan with a sense of disbelief.

The Emerald Sea Tide Rises Sword had overpowered her.

The Bright Moon Sword Technique had overpowered Ye Feng.

If it weren't for his low cultivation level, this guy could very well be a contender for Core Disciple.

"Senior Sister Liu, I really just watched you practice a few times. I can't say I'm proficient, just a little familiar," Meng Fan said somewhat sheepishly, extremely bashful.

Just a little familiar?

Does that make me a complete waste?

Liu Yanping glared at Meng Fan fiercely, ready to leave the Training Hall.

Meng Fan quickly stopped Liu Yanping, asking, "Senior Sister Liu, are you leaving?"

Liu Yanping replied irritably, "Should I stay here and be humiliated by you?"

Meng Fan said somewhat awkwardly, "About that, Senior Sister Liu, we agreed earlier that I would spar with you for a fee of one Spirit Stone, and you..."

Liu Yanping was instantly furious!

This money-grubber!!!

She threw a Spirit Stone at Meng Fan and stormed off.

Meng Fan pocketed the Spirit Stone and then looked around cautiously.

After hesitating, he too left the Training Hall.

With such a large sum of money on him, he didn't dare to flaunt it outside.

It couldn't be helped; he wasn't used to such wealth, and it made him feel so humble!

Then he went to the Alchemy Hall again, spending five Spirit Stones on fifty Qi Gathering Pills and three Spirit Stones on thirty Body Tempering Pills.

With the remaining three Spirit Stones, he planned to return them to Senior Disciple Luo.

Clutching seventy Qi Gathering Pills and forty Body Tempering Pills, Meng Fan excitedly returned to the Sword Pavilion.

When he returned the three Spirit Stones to Senior Disciple Luo, Luo was surprised.

"You lad, didn't I say I was lending them to you? Are you too embarrassed to use them?"

Meng Fan told Senior Disciple Luo about the Spirit Stones Liu Yanping had given him.

Of course, he "beautified" the story a bit.

He didn't mention how his sword technique had overpowered Liu Yanping and Ye Feng, just that he had practiced swords with them.

Senior Disciple Luo didn't probe further.

After all, he knew what kind of person Liu Yanping was.

"Being young is great. If I had your looks, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state!"

Senior Disciple Luo thought Liu Yanping had sought Meng Fan for sword practice because she was attracted to Meng Fan's good looks.

After all, Meng Fan did have a very handsome face, one that Luo hadn't seen anyone at Shu Mountain Sword Sect surpass.

Thinking this way, with such a face, it really was a waste for Meng Fan to be a Guarding Sword Disciple in the Sword Pavilion.

He could be living off his looks!

"Alright then, since you've managed to latch onto the great leg of Liu Yanping, you certainly don't need these few Spirit Stones of mine," Senior Disciple Luo said with a wry smile as he took back the three Spirit Stones.

"You know Senior Sister Liu?" Meng Fan asked curiously.

"Liu Yanping, the most beloved granddaughter of Elder Liu from the Alchemy Hall, is a well-known rich woman in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect."

Hearing this, Meng Fan's face was filled with surprise.

"Is Senior Sister Liu's background really that strong?"

Senior Disciple Luo laughed, "Yes, it's that strong. If you can keep her happy, you'll definitely never be short of Spirit Stones."

Meng Fan immediately declared righteously, "Senior Disciple Luo, you've misunderstood; I'm not that kind of person!"

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After dinner, Meng Fan looked at the countless swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion and remembered a question.

"Senior Disciple Luo, Outer Sect Disciples ranked in the top fifty can come to the Sword Pavilion to draw a sword. Now that I'm neither a Menial Disciple nor an Outer Sect Disciple, but a Guarding Sword Disciple of the Sword Pavilion, can I draw a sword here?"

Senior Disciple Luo laughed, "Of course, you can. You're certainly no less than any of those top fifty Outer Sect Disciples!

Besides, our own Guarding Sword Disciples of the Sword Pavilion, if they can't even take a sword, how would that make sense?

You can pick any sword from the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, use it until it breaks without owing anything, just swap for a new one, no Spirit Stones needed.

Once you've cultivated to the True Martial Realm, even the swords on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion are yours to choose from!"

Hearing Senior Disciple Luo's words, Meng Fan's face lit up with delight.

Then he began to wander the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, ready to pick out a saber of his own.