Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion Chapter 2 – Sword Pavilion, Senior Disciple Luo

"Master, that ng Fan is a lowly fellow; he doesn't even have the qualifications to offend Senior Disciple Qian. Why would Senior Disciple Qian pay any attention to him?" Yang Fei asked with a hint of curiosity.

Steward Wang chuckled, "Because of Li Xuerou, the Chosen Beauty!"

Li Xuerou?

A look of surprise flashed across Yang Fei's face.

This young lady always ranked first in every assessnt. Not only did she advance from a nial Disciple to an Outer Sect Disciple early on, but she also rose to beco an Inner Sect Disciple.

There were even rumors that Li Xuerou might be promoted to a Core Disciple!

Could such a Chosen Beauty have sothing to do with ng Fan?

Steward Wang continued, "Qian Lechi has liked Li Xuerou for so long, yet she has never given him the ti of day. Do you know why?"

Yang Fei frowned, asking with so suspicion, "Does it have sothing to do with this ng Fan?"

"Exactly. Li Xuerou and ng Fan grew up together as childhood sweethearts. When Qian Lechi found out that Li Xuerou's affections were for ng Fan, that's why he wanted to make a move against him."

Yang Fei said in disbelief, "Impossible, how could Li Xuerou like a waste like ng Fan?"

Steward Wang shook his head, "Li Xuerou and ng Fan's village was massacred by the Skyhawk Demon Sect, and only the two of them survived."

"Before they joined the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, they had always relied on each other, naturally forming a deep bond."

"If Qian Lechi wants to win over Li Xuerou, he must remove the stumbling block that is ng Fan!"

***

anwhile, ng Fan, holding the token of a Guarding Sword Disciple, arrived at the Sword Pavilion.

As he entered, he saw an old man in tattered clothes sitting on a small stool at the entrance.

ng Fan imdiately felt a sense of respect.

In novels and stories, such a figure in such attire was invariably a master among masters!

The old man glanced at ng Fan and said emotionlessly, "Kid, you're in the wrong place. This isn't where you belong."

ng Fan quickly presented his Guarding Sword Disciple token with all due respect.

"Senior, I am a new Guarding Sword Disciple of the Sword Pavilion."

The old man took the token, glanced at it, then tossed it back to ng Fan, sneering, "Who have you offended to be sent here as a Guarding Sword Disciple?"

"Ah?" ng Fan was sowhat helpless.

He guessed that Steward Wang wouldn't be so kind as to arrange a cushy job for him.

"What do you an by that?" he quickly asked.

The old man shook his head and sighed.

"It doesn't matter what I an. Since you've accepted the token, you are now a Guarding Sword Disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

Even if you regret it now, it's too late. Backing out would be treated as treason against the Clan, punishable by death!

Since you're here, settle in and perform your duty well.

Oh, and don't call Senior; it's annoying. Just call Senior Disciple Luo from now on."

Senior Brother? ng Fan looked at the man's white hair and aged appearance, slightly confused.

Still, he nodded and obediently said, "Alright, Senior Disciple Luo."

Senior Disciple Luo gave ng Fan a chilling smile and stood up from the stool.

"Co with !"

The old man gestured to ng Fan and then led him through the hall doors.

Beyond the doors lay a vast hall.

Inside the hall were rows of wooden racks, each lined with rows of long swords.

At a glance, there were at least thousands of swords.

So swords looked plain and unadorned, while others emitted an intimidating presence.

Just a fleeting look was enough to send a chill through ng Fan's heart.

It was as if streams of Sword Qi were about to burst forth from the swords, aiming straight at him.

The most terrifying was a sword in the corner, brimming with Malevolent Aura, which suddenly unleashed a pitch-black Sword Radiance towards ng Fan.

The Sword Radiance moved with incredible speed, like a bolt of lightning.

In just an instant, it was before ng Fan.

But when it was less than a foot away from ng Fan, the Sword Radiance abruptly dissipated.

"Your mindset is not bad; you didn't collapse in fear, which is pretty good!" Senior Disciple Luo looked at ng Fan with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Senior Disciple Luo, what was that just now?" ng Fan asked, still a bit shaken.

"That was Crimson Moon challenging you!" Senior Disciple Luo explained, "Crimson Moon is the most Evil Natured sword on this level of the Sword Pavilion. Anyone who steps into the Sword Pavilion will be challenged by it.

That Sword Radiance was purely a challenge and intimidation, not a real attack.

If it had really struck you, you'd be a corpse by now!"

ng Fan's heartbeat quickened slightly, feeling nervous.

The swords in this Sword Pavilion were more terrifying than people?

Listening to Senior Disciple Luo's introduction, it seed as if the swords were alive!

This was indeed a world of cultivation, where all sorts of strange things existed.

"From now on, the first floor of this Sword Pavilion is under your care."

"Your task is to wipe down these swords every day."

"Of course, you're not expected to finish in one day; cleaning them all within a year is fine."

"That cos down to about twenty swords a day, which isn't too much!"

Hearing Senior Disciple Luo's words, ng Fan nodded.

It wasn't much!

But his instincts told him that things weren't that simple.

After all, many of these swords looked quite sinister.

"What about the other floors?" ng Fan asked Senior Disciple Luo.

The Sword Pavilion had five levels.

Senior Disciple Luo had only ntioned the first level.

"You don't need to worry about the other levels. If you don't want to die, don't be curious," Senior Disciple Luo said with a stern face.

It seed the other levels were very dangerous!

ng Fan made up his mind not to step onto the second level of the Sword Pavilion, let alone the third.

To be honest, ng Fan was already regretting his decision.

From his brief interaction with Senior Disciple Luo, he felt that the job of a Guardian of the Sword was more dangerous than it seed.

That Steward Wang was indeed setting him up!

Senior Disciple Luo laughed, "Scared? It's useless to be scared. As the saying goes, make the best of your situation. Besides, Guarding Sword Disciples of the Sword Pavilion receive a monthly stipend of one low-grade Spirit Stone.

That's the treatnt for an Outer Sect Disciple. I see your Cultivation Level is almost zero; you must be a nial Disciple, right?

Do well, and although being a Guarding Sword Disciple is dangerous, fortune favors the bold!

If you can survive a year of duties as a Guarding Sword Disciple, you can beco an Inner Sect Disciple of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

If you can last ten years, you'll be a Steward.

Last thirty years, and you beco an Elder!

And if you can last a hundred years, well...

Heh, that would be a dream!"

Is it really that mystical?

The treatnt for a Guarding Sword Disciple of the Sword Pavilion is so high?

But the greater the opportunity, the greater the risk often is!

ng Fan instinctively asked, "Senior Disciple Luo, how long have you been here?"

"Two years!"

Senior Disciple Luo gave a ti that greatly surprised ng Fan.

He thought that Senior Disciple Luo must have been in the Sword Pavilion for at least a decade.

After all, he looked the part!

Senior Disciple Luo chuckled at ng Fan, "Kid, do you know why I don't let you call Senior?"

"Why?" ng Fan followed up.

"Because I'm only a few years older than you!"