Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion Chapter 170 – Good performance

Ye Qingyu furrowed her brows.

Normally, furrowing one's brows indicates displeasure or annoyance.

But at this mont, Ye Qingyu's furrowed brows were a sign of astonishnt!

The pet beast ng Fan carried with him actually devoured that Condensation Pill Realm demon?

This was simply shocking!

Originally, she thought she was going to et her end here, with no place to bury her body.

Later, she suspected ng Fan was a hidden Condensation Pill Realm expert, and hope was rekindled.

But in the end, it was a pet beast that turned the tables!

It was just...

Unbelievable!

"ng Fan, could you be the Sect Master's illegitimate son?" Ye Qingyu looked at ng Fan with suspicion.

Just a re second-level Heavenly Origin cultivator!

With such sword techniques, such equipnt, such trump cards...

Ye Qingyu felt that only the Sect Master's illegitimate son could receive such extravagant treatnt.

A dignified boss-level entity, reduced to acknowledging a second-level Heavenly Origin cultivator as its master.

What kind of tornt did it suffer to make such a concession?

In fact, when Xiao Qing acknowledged ng Fan as its master, ng Fan was only at the True Martial Realm, far from the second level of Heavenly Origin!

"The Sect Master's illegitimate son?" ng Fan flicked Ye Qingyu's forehead.

"What nonsense are you thinking! If I were the Sect Master's illegitimate son, would I have been stuck among the nial disciples for so long? Would I have been sent to the Sword Pavilion?"

ng Fan rolled his eyes at Ye Qingyu; this was utter nonsense.

Saying he was Elder Lin's long-lost son would be more believable!

"How are your injuries? Can you walk?" ng Fan asked Ye Qingyu.

Seeing that it was already dark, staying here overnight was clearly not a good option.

Going back to the inn for a bath and a good al—that was enjoying life.

Moreover, their carriage was still at the inn.

"I can walk, but it will be a bit slow. At my speed, it will probably take an hour to get back to Black Bee Town," Ye Qingyu said, a bit embarrassed.

Lowering her head, she suddenly felt awkward.

She thought of a possibility: if ng Fan offered to carry her, should she refuse?

Actually, the fact that this question even popped into her mind was absurd!

Because if it were her old self, she would have refused without hesitation, no need to even think about it.

In her eyes, n were always repulsive, and she always avoided them!

Now she was actually considering whether to accept ng Fan carrying her, this...

Wasn't normal!

It seed that after the matter of the Sword Immortal of Alchemy's inheritance, she should stay away from ng Fan.

n would only affect her alchemy speed, and she didn't need n!

Of course, all of this didn't an she had any feelings for ng Fan, not even a hint.

She just didn't like this feeling and didn't want to have too much contact with ng Fan.

For Ye Qingyu, she liked her old self and didn't want any changes!

Then reality proved she was overthinking.

"An hour is an hour, let's walk slowly, there's no rush!" ng Fan said casually.

He had no intention of carrying Ye Qingyu.

It could only be said that this young lady was overthinking.

Who said that when a woman is injured, a man must carry her? This wasn't a TV drama!

Moreover, she wasn't unable to walk, just a bit slow.

Most importantly, ng Fan knew Ye Qingyu had so cleanliness issues and didn't like any physical contact with n.

Even shaking hands before had been difficult for her.

So at this mont, ng Fan naturally wouldn't suggest carrying Ye Qingyu.

From ng Fan's perspective, this was a very normal reaction.

But opposite ng Fan, Ye Qingyu's face turned even more awkward.

Was she being self-indulgent?

She wished she could find a hole to crawl into!

Fortunately, Ye Qingyu had her head down, so ng Fan didn't see her expression.

An hour later, the two finally returned to the inn in Black Bee Town.

Ye Qingyu, looking disheveled, refused ng Fan's invitation to dinner and went straight to her room to clean up.

ng Fan, after eating and drinking his fill, took a bath and then comfortably lay down on the bed.

He wasn't one to make ticulous plans for himself, often doing whatever ca to mind.

Today, he felt his Divine Sense was too weak, so that night he began cultivating Fu Xi's visualization techniques, putting everything else aside.

This wasn't a good habit, but he enjoyed it!

Fu Xi's visualization techniques were created by ng Fan himself, allowing him to cultivate in any position he liked, lying down or however he wished.

Unlike other techniques, which required him to sit cross-legged obediently.

The next day, the sun was already high in the sky.

Seeing that Ye Qingyu hadn't co to find him, he went out and knocked on her door.

A mont later, Ye Qingyu opened the door, her complexion significantly improved.

"How's your body feeling now?" ng Fan asked with so concern.

The injuries she sustained yesterday were not light.

Ye Qingyu replied, "I'm almost fully recovered. If Senior Brother ng isn't in a hurry, can you wait for another two hours?"

In another two hours, her injuries would be completely healed.

This Yuanling Small Rejuvenation Pill was indeed a miraculous healing dicine!

"Alright, no problem." ng Fan left Ye Qingyu's room and then directly left the inn, strolling around Black Bee Town.

This was the first ti since his ti travel that he had truly left the Shu Mountain Sword Sect to explore and have fun!

The previous two tis he left Shu Mountain were for specific purposes and tasks, and he returned imdiately after completing them.

It was all very straightforward, with no leisure at all.

But this ti, from ng Fan's perspective, it was akin to a vacation.

He adjusted his mindset to that of a tourist and fully imrsed himself in the local customs and culture of Black Bee Town.

To be honest, it had its own unique charm.

As a ti traveler, after arriving in this world, he had mostly stayed within the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and hadn't really experienced the outside world.

So at this mont, ng Fan was thoroughly enjoying this feeling.

In an open area on the northern side of the town, ng Fan saw a group of people performing.

The perforrs were of all ages, n and won, old and young.

They showcased various curious skills, one after another.

At this mont, ng Fan forgot his identity as a cultivator and found these mortal tricks quite interesting.

"Clang~~~" Before leaving, ng Fan tossed a large silver ingot into the perforrs' collection box, making a crisp sound.

Good performance, well-deserved reward!

The perforrs imdiately bowed to ng Fan in gratitude, and even so of the surrounding custors looked at ng Fan in surprise.

What a generous gesture!

Seeing ng Fan's attire, they realized he wasn't a local and understood he was a passing wealthy traveler.

After ng Fan left, two people in the crowd exchanged glances and whispered, "Follow him!"