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

Chapter 261 – Promising Sword Technique Beyond



Chapter 261 – Promising Sword Technique Beyond

Meng Fan glanced back at Elder Hu Qingshi from the Sword God Temple, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"What's wrong? Didn't gain anything this time?" Hu Qingshi asked curiously, noticing Meng Fan's expression.

Meng Fan shook his head and sighed, "I did gain something, but it didn't meet my expectations. If I continue to comprehend the Sword God Stele, I should be able to reach my goal."

"Then continue to comprehend the Sword God Stele," Hu Qingshi replied nonchalantly.

"I'm out of Spirit Stones, Elder Hu. Can I get some on credit?" Meng Fan asked, thick-skinned and smiling.

"No credit!" Hu Qingshi refused flatly without any room for negotiation.

"If you're out of Spirit Stones, go ask your master. Don't listen to him when he says he's broke; he's got plenty of Spirit Stones. Just get a little from him, and it'll be enough for you to comprehend the Sword God Stele for a few more days."

Meng Fan smiled bitterly. Even though he was thick-skinned, he was still embarrassed to ask Elder Lin for Spirit Stones.

After all, he was just Elder Lin's disciple, not his son!

Besides, even if he were his son, it wouldn't be right to leech off him.

Meng Fan touched the two top-grade Spirit Stones left in his pocket and left the Sword God Temple helplessly.

Two top-grade Spirit Stones were equivalent to two thousand low-grade Spirit Stones, which would be enough for him to comprehend the Sword God Stele for another two days.

But he didn't want to push himself to the point of being penniless.

Moreover, according to Meng Fan's calculations, even if he comprehended the Sword God Stele for another two days and nights, it wouldn't be enough for him to merge the three styles of Myriad Swords Returning to One into a single sword.

He estimated it would take at least ten days and nights!

Just this past day and night, Meng Fan had barely found a direction to merge "Sword Comes" and "Annihilation of All Directions," gaining a bit of confidence.

To truly merge them, he estimated he would need to comprehend the Sword God Stele for at least three more days and nights.

And after merging these two styles, there was still the third style, "Heaven and Earth Are Heartless," which would require another seven days and nights at the very least.

"Just merging the three styles of Myriad Swords Returning to One is so difficult, let alone the four Heavenly Grade sword techniques and hundreds of other sword techniques..."

The road ahead is long and arduous!

However, Meng Fan could imagine that if he truly merged all his learned techniques into one sword, the resulting sword technique would be terrifyingly powerful!

It might even surpass the Heavenly Grade level.

As far as Meng Fan knew, even a towering sect like the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, a pinnacle of the Righteous Path, had its strongest sword techniques at the Heavenly Grade level at most.

It seemed Shu Mountain didn't have any sword techniques beyond the Heavenly Grade!

Of course, it was possible they did, but Meng Fan didn't know about them.

Anyway, the strongest sword technique publicly known in Shu Mountain, "Sword God," was only a Heavenly Grade technique.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan's fighting spirit surged.

Perhaps the process would be troublesome and costly, but once completed, it would be revolutionary.

Years later, Meng Fan's name would become a legend in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect!

No, a myth!!

"Thinking too far ahead. I haven't even successfully merged 'Sword Comes' and 'Annihilation of All Directions' yet," Meng Fan muttered to himself on the way back to the Sword Pavilion.

"Still lacking Spirit Stones!"

For other sword cultivators, the obstacles in cultivating sword techniques might be talent or time...

But for Meng Fan, it was really just Spirit Stones.

As long as he had enough Spirit Stones, he could keep comprehending the Sword God Stele.

Nothing else mattered!

Back at the Sword Pavilion, Meng Fan began to consider how to continue earning Spirit Stones.

Looking at the Spiritual Swords filling the Sword Pavilion, he even had the same thought as Wu Tian.

If he could take a few swords out to sell, wouldn't he have Spirit Stones?

But... stealing from his own sect was a bit too much!

"It's all Wu Tian's fault for almost influencing me," Meng Fan blamed Wu Tian.

He felt that with his character, he couldn't possibly have such an absurd idea.

Not even a thought!

The swords in the Sword Pavilion were definitely untouchable, no doubt about it.

"I'll continue teaching others sword techniques," Meng Fan decided. He had experience earning Spirit Stones this way.

But this wasn't a long-term solution, as Meng Fan's fees were quite high, often five hundred or even a thousand Spirit Stones, and there weren't many wealthy disciples in Shu Mountain.

"Senior Brother Meng, shall we spar?"

As soon as Meng Fan returned to the Sword Pavilion, Wu Tian eagerly blocked his path.

It seemed Wu Tian had made some breakthroughs in his sword techniques.

To be fair, although Wu Tian's swordsmanship couldn't compare to Meng Fan's, he was indeed a sword Dao genius.

His time spent at the Vajra Temple practicing Buddhism had indeed been a waste.

If he had joined the Shu Mountain Sword Sect earlier...

No, this guy should have joined the Sun and Moon Demon Sword Sect; that would have been a perfect fit.

In the Northern Region, the Righteous Path had three major sword sects: Shu Mountain Sword Sect, Limitless Sword Sect, and Kunlun Sword Sect.

But in the demonic path, there was only one top-tier sword sect: the Sun and Moon Demon Sword Sect.

Wu Tian was indeed suited to be a sword cultivator, but even more so a demonic sword cultivator!

Even Meng Fan had to admit that this guy was born to be a sword demon.

He had even turned the righteous and serene "Ice Heart Sword Scriptures" into a demonic sword technique.

Maybe he should send this guy to the Sun and Moon Demon Sword Sect as an undercover agent?

"What's the point of sparring with me? You can't beat me!" Meng Fan flatly refused Wu Tian, showing no interest.

"Meng Fan, are you scared?

The sword technique I've mastered is earth-shattering, a peerless skill. It's normal for you to be afraid to spar with me.

Honestly, I'm afraid I might accidentally kill you, and then Elder Lin would come after me!"

"You're right, I'm scared." Such a low-level bluffing strategy was naturally ineffective on Meng Fan.

"Senior Brother Meng, Brother Meng, Master Meng..."

Wu Tian pestered Meng Fan relentlessly, insisting that Meng Fan witness his newly created sword technique.

In truth, deep down, he just wanted Meng Fan to give him some pointers!

Meng Fan, unable to shake him off, finally agreed.

The two went outside the Sword Pavilion, and Wu Tian drew his sword against Meng Fan, slashing down.

A brilliant golden sword light shot into the sky, exuding an astonishing majestic power.

The sword intent soared, and Meng Fan could sense its magnanimity, boundlessness, and compassion...

Undoubtedly, this was a sword technique Wu Tian had fused with the Buddhist teachings he learned at the Vajra Temple.

But as the sword fell and the sword soul emerged, Meng Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Because within the sword soul, there was no longer any sense of magnanimity, boundlessness, or compassion, only coldness, dominance, and killing intent...

This guy had actually fused Buddhism and demonic elements into the same sword soul.

To be fair, this was quite a feat!

Even Meng Fan was somewhat impressed.

A person like Wu Tian was destined to become a peak-level figure in any top-tier sect.

In any top-tier sect, he would be considered a treasure, unparalleled by anyone.

Unfortunately, he had encountered Meng Fan!

Being tormented by a monstrous talent like Meng Fan, even a prodigy like Wu Tian was gradually losing his confidence.

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