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

Chapter 233 – Dare to steal the sword from Sword Pavilion!

Across the entire Shu Mountain Sword Sect, there are no more than ten Heavenly Grade Sword Techniques, making them extremely precious.

Meng Fan, who is only at the Heavenly Origin Realm, already possesses three of them, which is quite remarkable!

On the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, Meng Fan had just returned when he saw Senior Disciple Luo dragging Wu Tian, his face full of anger.

"What's going on?" Meng Fan asked curiously.

Senior Disciple Luo had not yet reached the Heavenly Origin Realm, and his strength was insignificant compared to Wu Tian.

If Wu Tian wanted to, he could crush Senior Disciple Luo with just one finger.

So generally, Senior Disciple Luo wouldn't interact much with Wu Tian. Seeing him dragging Wu Tian like this was quite unusual!

And Wu Tian's reaction was even stranger.

Normally, if Senior Disciple Luo dared to pull him like this, Wu Tian would at least slap him away, if not kill him outright!

Meng Fan looked closely at Wu Tian and noticed the awkward and guilty expression on his face.

It seemed like he had done something wrong and got caught by Senior Disciple Luo.

Guilty conscience!

"Junior Disciple Meng, this brat actually tried to steal swords from the Sword Pavilion!" Senior Disciple Luo shouted at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan was surprised and looked at Wu Tian.

A few days ago, he had seen Wu Tian acting suspiciously and had jokingly said, "You wouldn't be thinking of stealing swords from the Sword Pavilion, would you?"

It was just a casual remark; he never thought Wu Tian would actually do it.

But this kid was different from others; he really went and did it!

Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't do such a thing.

"Senior Disciple Luo, let him go first," Meng Fan said with a bitter smile.

Senior Disciple Luo reluctantly let go, still glaring angrily at Wu Tian.

Meng Fan looked at Wu Tian and said helplessly, "Are you really that brainless or just pretending? Stealing swords from the Sword Pavilion, what were you thinking? Elder Lin is just upstairs; did you really think you could get away with it?"

Wu Tian thought to himself that it was precisely because Elder Lin was upstairs that he had given up on stealing from the upper floors.

After a moment, he raised his head and argued, "What do you mean by stealing? I'm also a member of the Sword Pavilion now. Is there a problem with me borrowing a sword?"

Meng Fan looked at Senior Disciple Luo, thinking that Wu Tian's words weren't entirely unreasonable.

Could it be that Senior Disciple Luo was making a big deal out of nothing?

"Bullshit! Borrowing a sword? How many hands do you have? I saw with my own eyes that you stuffed over twenty Spiritual Swords into your storage ring," Senior Disciple Luo shouted loudly.

This kid not only stole swords but specifically took the best ones.

Wu Tian scratched his head, thought for a while, and then argued, "Is there a problem with taking a few more to my room to choose from? Once I find the most suitable one, I'll naturally return the rest!"

Meng Fan rolled his eyes, thinking it was impressive how Wu Tian could come up with such a "reasonable" excuse.

"In that case, after choosing the suitable sword, return the rest," he said, pulling Senior Disciple Luo away.

"Junior Disciple Meng, are you just going to let him..."

Meng Fan smiled and said, "Senior Disciple Luo, Master is just upstairs. Do you think Master doesn't know what Wu Tian is up to?

Since Master hasn't said anything, there's no need for us to make a big deal out of it."

Senior Disciple Luo frowned and shook his head, "Junior Disciple Meng, you're thinking wrong. Elder Lin's status is high, so he naturally doesn't want to bother with this brat.

Since Elder Lin isn't intervening, it's even more our responsibility to manage it. After all, we've always been in charge of the swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion."

Meng Fan nodded.

"Don't worry, Senior Disciple Luo. This kid will definitely return the swords."

"Alright then."

***

That night, Meng Fan continued his cultivation.

He could feel that it wouldn't be long before he broke through to the seventh level of the Heavenly Origin Realm.

However, such breakthroughs no longer brought him much joy unless he reached the Condensation Pill Realm.

For Meng Fan, breaking through from the sixth to the seventh level of the Heavenly Origin Realm didn't mean much.

***

The next morning, Meng Fan went to the Cliff of Remorse and entered the Thousand-Pound Drop formation again.

Nowadays, Meng Fan could sustain his cultivation in the formation for two hours, showing remarkable progress.

After two hours, Meng Fan left the Cliff of Remorse and went to Liu Yanping's courtyard.

Looking up, he saw that it was not yet noon, and Ye Qingyu hadn't arrived.

But there were already several people in Liu Yanping's courtyard.

Shu Changsheng, Yang Shishi, and Liu Yanping were there, along with two other men.

One looked to be in his twenties, and the other in his thirties.

However, for cultivators, appearances could be deceiving, and there could be significant discrepancies in age.

But without a doubt, these two were older than Meng Fan!

"Senior Brother Meng, this is my biological brother Liu Changyuan, and this is my cousin Liu Ye Han," Liu Yanping introduced Meng Fan.

Indeed, coming from a big family, their names all had three characters.

The one who looked to be in his twenties was Liu Yanping's biological brother, Liu Changyuan, with a cultivation level at the third level of the Heavenly Origin Realm, which was quite decent.

The one who looked to be in his thirties was Liu Yanping's cousin, Liu Ye Han, whose cultivation was close to the Condensation Pill Realm, already at the ninth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm.

Although Meng Fan was only at the sixth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm, he had already cultivated his Divine Soul and had exceptional Divine Sense.

Now, even cultivators at the ninth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm couldn't hide their cultivation from him.

As for the Condensation Pill Realm, he could vaguely sense it but couldn't see the exact level.

He estimated that he could only see through the first level of the Condensation Pill Realm.

However, even if he couldn't see through it, he could still defeat it!

"So you're Meng Fan? Haha, you have quite the nerve, charging a thousand Spirit Stones to teach others Sword Techniques? Are you sure you're qualified?" Liu Ye Han, Liu Yanping's cousin, spoke up.

Although he didn't directly mock Meng Fan, his tone was far from friendly.

Liu Yanping's biological brother, Liu Changyuan, didn't speak, probably knowing that his cultivation was inferior to Meng Fan's and feeling embarrassed to speak.

"Cousin!!!" Liu Yanping glared at Liu Ye Han, speaking in an annoyed tone.

Liu Ye Han looked helplessly at his cousin. This girl was their grandfather's favorite granddaughter, and he didn't dare provoke her easily. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come today.

He sighed helplessly, gave a bitter smile, and stopped questioning Meng Fan.

Meng Fan didn't take Liu Ye Han's attitude to heart. To be honest, skepticism was quite normal.

In fact, Liu Ye Han's attitude was already quite good and not too hostile.

"Senior Brother Liu, your cultivation is higher than mine, and you think I'm not qualified to teach you. That's understandable. But may I ask what Sword Technique Senior Brother Liu is practicing and to what level?" Meng Fan asked.

Before Liu Ye Han could answer, Liu Yanping quickly replied, "My cousin is practicing the Cold Moon Sword Technique and has reached the level of Sword Intent. I believe Senior Brother Meng can guide him to achieve Sword Momentum.

I've already told my cousin that if you can help him achieve Sword Momentum, he'll give you a thousand Spirit Stones!"

Meng Fan nodded at Liu Yanping's words.

Then he looked at Liu Ye Han, who had a slightly disdainful expression, and smiled, "Senior Brother Liu seems a bit reluctant? How about this: why don't we have a sparring match and make a little bet?"