Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion Chapter 207 – The person is fierce and speaks little, and wi

Yang Shishi sighed helplessly, "How can you bla yourself? I agreed to co along too. Besides, the information only ntioned one disciple from the Ghost Shadow Sect. Who could have guessed there'd be six!"

If it had been just one disciple, they might have been able to handle it, maybe even kill him. But six appearing at once had completely overwheld them.

They had no chance to resist!

"Are we going to die here?" Yang Shishi asked Liu Yanping, her voice tinged with worry.

The two of them had left Shu Mountain excitedly to carry out their training mission, but it seed like they were going to die before even completing their first task.

How tragic!

"Now we can only hope that Senior Brother ng realizes we're missing and cos to find us," Liu Yanping said, her voice lacking confidence.

"But we're dozens of miles away from Kongyue Town. Even if Senior Brother ng notices we're gone, it will be hard for him to find us," Yang Shishi said despairingly.

"Senior Brother ng is very powerful. We have to believe in him."

Although Liu Yanping was telling Yang Shishi to believe in ng Fan, she herself wasn't very convinced.

At that mont, the three Ghost Shadow Sect disciples outside the tent saw ng Fan.

"Who goes there!"

ng Fan walked forward slowly. Faced with the disciples' shouts, he remained expressionless and didn't respond at all.

At the sa ti, a streak of Sword Qi ford in the air.

"Swish!"

With a thought, ng Fan unleashed the Sword Qi.

In the next second, three heads fell to the ground.

The Sword Qi then swept through the two tents where the other Ghost Shadow Sect disciples were.

Instantly, the tents exploded, sending fragnts of cloth and flesh flying.

Unbeknownst to ng Fan, as one of the disciples in the tent died, an invisible bloodline entered his body.

In the world of cultivation, there were many strange techniques. ng Fan, being only at the Heavenly Origin Realm, couldn't detect or understand many of them.

This was not surprising!

ng Fan looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, his face still expressionless.

From start to finish, he hadn't said a single word or even made a move to draw his sword. He just kept walking slowly.

The formation and release of the Sword Qi were all controlled by his Divine Sense, effortlessly.

A man of few words but ruthless actions!

These True Martial Realm cultivators weren't even worth a word from him, let alone any grandstanding.

According to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect's mission, the Ghost Shadow Sect disciples near Kongyue Town were practicing demonic arts and harming innocent people.

Dealing with such people, ng Fan naturally killed them without hesitation.

ng Fan walked straight to the tent where Yang Shishi and Liu Yanping were.

He reached out and opened the tent.

"Even if we die, we won't..." As soon as the tent was opened, ng Fan heard Liu Yanping's defiant shout.

"Should I leave then?" ng Fan asked calmly, looking at Liu Yanping.

Liu Yanping stared at ng Fan, dumbfounded.

If her hands weren't tied, she would have rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"Senior Brother ng!!!!" After the initial shock, she cried out excitedly.

"I knew you would co to save us."

ng Fan's expression remained calm. He flicked his fingers, and a streak of Sword Qi shot out, cutting the ropes binding Liu Yanping and Yang Shishi.

These ropes were made from Golden Silkworm Silk, extrely tough.

Yang Shishi and Liu Yanping couldn't break them.

But in front of ng Fan's Sword Qi, the ropes were like paper, easily cut.

"Senior Brother ng, thank you..."

ng Fan interrupted Liu Yanping again, "The Ghost Shadow Sect disciples outside are dead. You two should look around and see if there's anything you can take back to complete the mission."

With that, he walked out of the tent without looking back at the two young ladies.

"Senior Brother ng is so handso and cool. I really like him," Yang Shishi said, grabbing Liu Yanping's hand, her excitent barely contained.

Liu Yanping pinched Yang Shishi's hand and said irritably, "Get a grip. Senior Brother ng isn't interested in you!"

"Alright." Yang Shishi's infatuation faded as quickly as it had co. She quickly joined Liu Yanping in leaving the tent.

They collected a few identity tokens from the Ghost Shadow Sect disciples, intending to take them back to complete their mission.

"Senior Brother ng, you killed all these Ghost Shadow Sect disciples. If we take the tokens back, wouldn't we be taking credit for your work? Why don't you take them and complete the mission yourself?" Liu Yanping asked ng Fan.

She wasn't just being polite; she ant it sincerely.

ng Fan rolled his eyes at Liu Yanping and said irritably, "I don't care about such petty rewards!"

The rewards for these True Martial Realm training missions weren't even worth a single Elixir. Even if they gave him the tokens, he wouldn't bother completing the mission.

Rembering ng Fan's generosity in the Demon Realm, Liu Yanping didn't insist.

She knew ng Fan was telling the truth. He really didn't care about such minor rewards!

"You two should head back to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect to complete the mission. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't be returning with you," ng Fan said to Liu Yanping and Yang Shishi.

"Ah?" Liu Yanping looked surprised.

She suddenly rembered that ng Fan had ntioned having other matters to handle before they reached Kongyue Town.

"Alright, but it's already dark. Let's rest at the inn for the night and leave tomorrow," Liu Yanping said, glancing at Yang Shishi and then at ng Fan.

"Fine!" ng Fan nodded.

The three of them returned to the inn in Kongyue Town to rest for the night before setting off again.

However, that night, Liu Yanping and Yang Shishi, having narrowly escaped death, couldn't sleep.

Especially Yang Shishi, who couldn't stop thinking about ng Fan's heroic figure.

Unfortunately, ng Fan was destined to be a man she could never have.

anwhile, after returning to his room, ng Fan remained calm and continued his cultivation.

***

Around midnight, a figure in a black robe silently appeared in the valley where the six Ghost Shadow Sect disciples had been.

The man in the black robe looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, his brows furrowing, his gaze icy.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

He walked to one of the shattered tents, looking at the mixture of torn cloth, flesh, and bones. His already cold gaze turned even more sinister.

"I spent so much effort cultivating these furnaces, only for them to be blasted to pieces. This is outrageous!" The black-robed man's voice was filled with resentnt.

"Heh, out with the old, in with the new. I want to see who dared to ruin my plans! Anyone who can kill so many of my disciples must be a suitable furnace."

The black-robed man ignored the corpses on the ground, not even considering collecting them, and left the valley, heading south.

South, towards Kongyue Town.