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

Chapter 287 – Time is like a knife, cutting down all lovers!

"That last strike that defeated you was still not my limit!"

Hearing these words, Ye Qinxin's face, already filled with despair, turned even more ashen.

She had always prided herself as a Chosen Beauty, believing herself to be the most outstanding genius in the world, unparalleled and unmatched.

This was why she had always been so aloof, never showing any warmth to others.

Deep down, she looked down on everyone else and didn't want to interact or associate with them.

She felt that mingling with those mediocrities was a stain on her purity.

No one was worthy of being her friend; in her eyes, everyone else was just a supporting character. So why should she be kind to them?

But now, Meng Fan had trampled her pride underfoot, mercilessly grinding it into the dirt.

She had lost not just this match, but also the deep-seated arrogance she had held since childhood.

"Brat, winning is one thing, but why humiliate others like this? Heh, since you haven't reached your limit yet, how about I, this old woman, personally test it for you?" Xiao Weiwei said coldly, glaring at Meng Fan.

As an elder, she wouldn't normally stoop to argue with someone as young as Meng Fan.

But seeing Ye Qinxin in such a state, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken and protective.

Though Ye Qinxin was just her disciple, she had raised her from a young age, and emotionally, she was no different from her own daughter.

Elder Lin frowned and said disapprovingly, "What's this, Xiao Weiwei? Can't handle losing? At your age, and you still want to bully the younger generation?"

Xiao Weiwei shot Elder Lin a cold glance, took a deep breath, and said nothing more.

Bullying the younger generation was indeed despicable.

But seeing Ye Qinxin like that, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

A narrow-minded person, no matter their age, can never be magnanimous.

Xiao Weiwei coldly said to Elder Lin, "Like master, like disciple. Winning one match and you're so smug and unforgiving. This time Qinxin lost, but next time she'll win it back. But a bet is a bet; I won't renege. Tell me, what's your demand?"

Elder Lin and Xiao Weiwei had a bet: whoever's disciple lost would have to fulfill one request from the winner.

Unless the request was beyond their capabilities, it had to be done.

For example, asking to slay a True Immortal would be considered beyond their capabilities.

Elder Lin glanced at Xiao Weiwei, then at Ye Qinxin, and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he sighed and said to Xiao Weiwei, "Fine, I won't make it difficult for you. Give that Hidden Dragon Jade to my disciple, and the bet will be settled."

Xiao Weiwei was surprised by his request.

It was very different from what she had expected.

Her expression turned complex as she took out a jade pendant and tossed it to Meng Fan.

"Farewell!"

With that, she grabbed Ye Qinxin and disappeared from the peak of Tianyun Mountain.

Meng Fan looked at the jade pendant in his hand, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

His intuition told him something was off.

Elder Lin stared at the spot where Xiao Weiwei had vanished, lost in thought, his emotions conflicted.

At that moment, everyone except Yang Yuqi could sense something was amiss.

Speaking of Yang Yuqi, even if she sensed something, she wouldn't care, as her attention was entirely focused on Meng Fan's last strike.

The terror of Meng Fan's strike had exceeded her imagination.

Simultaneously, her fear of Meng Fan grew even stronger.

Of course, this young lady couldn't help but feel a bit envious of Ye Qinxin.

Although Ye Qinxin had lost to Meng Fan, Yang Yuqi knew very well how powerful Ye Qinxin was.

They were both women of similar age, yet Yang Yuqi truly envied Ye Qinxin's formidable strength.

"Master, the bet you had in mind earlier, it wasn't this jade pendant, was it?" Meng Fan couldn't help but ask Elder Lin.

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Elder Lin's lips twitched slightly, as if hesitating, but in the end, he said nothing.

After a moment, Elder Lin glanced at the jade pendant in Meng Fan's hand and said calmly, "Don't underestimate this Hidden Dragon Jade. Its value is no less than that of a divine sword. If you sell it, it's worth at least ten thousand Spirit Stones! With so many Spirit Stones, you can spend as much time as you want comprehending the Sword God Stele."

Meng Fan did the math; Elder Lin's words were a bit exaggerated. Even with ten thousand Spirit Stones, it would only be enough to comprehend the Sword God Stele for three or four months.

Spending as much time as he wanted was clearly impossible.

Ten thousand Spirit Stones were far from achieving freedom at the Sword God Stele.

Moreover, the more valuable an item, the less likely it was to be sold, as it must have incredible effects.

"Master, what does this Hidden Dragon Jade do?" Meng Fan asked Elder Lin.

Elder Lin replied, "This Hidden Dragon Jade contains a wisp of a broken dragon soul. When a cultivator wears it, it can subtly enhance their divine soul and increase their cultivation speed. There are also rumors that if a cultivator can absorb the dragon's aura within it, they might achieve the legendary True Dragon Overlord Body!"

After a pause, Elder Lin moved his gaze away from the Hidden Dragon Jade and continued:

"Whether the True Dragon Overlord Body is real or not, this jade pendant is highly beneficial for the divine soul and cultivation. It's a rare treasure. Moreover, don't you have a Flood Dragon as a pet? If it stays with the Hidden Dragon Jade for a long time, its chances of transforming into a true dragon will significantly increase!"

Hearing Elder Lin's logical explanation, Meng Fan also felt that the Hidden Dragon Jade was a rare and valuable treasure meant for him.

However, Meng Fan still shamelessly said to Elder Lin, "Master, this Hidden Dragon Jade is indeed valuable as a trophy. But a deal is a deal. You promised me ten thousand Spirit Stones as a reward if I won. You wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"

Elder Lin's eyes widened in anger as he glared at Meng Fan, "I gave you a jade pendant worth ten thousand Spirit Stones, and you still want ten thousand Spirit Stones from me?"

To be fair, Meng Fan had indeed profited greatly from this. According to Elder Lin's original plan, the bet had nothing to do with Meng Fan.

Before coming to Tianyun Mountain, Elder Lin had already decided on the terms of the bet.

If his disciple won, he would ask Xiao Weiwei to return to Shu Mountain with him and spend time together.

According to their previous agreement, this condition was within Xiao Weiwei's capabilities and had to be accepted.

If Elder Lin had made this request, Meng Fan wouldn't have gotten the Hidden Dragon Jade worth ten thousand Spirit Stones.

The reason Elder Lin changed his original condition was that he realized Xiao Weiwei was no longer the perfect woman he remembered.

He, too, was no longer as deeply in love with Xiao Weiwei as he once was.

Xiao Weiwei had changed.

He had changed too!

Love that lasts forever, stronger than gold, unwavering until death—these were all absurd yet beautiful fantasies.

Time is like a knife, cutting down all lovers.