Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion Chapter 227 – Sword Wraith Memory, Farewell Lin Jinghong

"My current demonic power is roughly equivalent to a human cultivator at the peak of the early Condensing Elixir stage. If Master rewards with that lotus flower, I should have a chance to reach the mid Condensing Elixir stage!"

Xiao Qing used three fingers to count on its three toes, calculating seriously.

ng Fan nodded, satisfied with this progress.

The peak of the early Condensing Elixir stage was already quite formidable.

This little snake followed ng Fan closely every day, silently learning ng Fan's sword techniques.

Although it was just a small snake, far from transforming into a human form, it didn't hinder its grand ambitions and it had already made so progress in the Sword Dao.

It couldn't wield a sword, but it had already cultivated several sword techniques to the point of producing Sword Qi, using its claws or even its tail as a sword.

It wouldn't be long before it could probably cultivate Sword Montum!

After all, it had the potential of a true dragon, a special Flood Dragon with remarkable talent.

"Alright, here you go!" ng Fan took out the lotus flower from his storage ring and tossed it to Xiao Qing.

When he first returned from the Demon Realm, ng Fan was stingy with Xiao Qing, not willing to give even a petal.

But as ti went on, he began to see Xiao Qing as one of his own, becoming more generous.

The lotus flower was just sitting there anyway, using it to enhance Xiao Qing's strength was a good move.

After all, Xiao Qing's strength was equivalent to ng Fan's own strength!

"Thank you, Master!" Xiao Qing quickly grabbed the lotus flower with its little claws, excitedly slithering to a corner to start cultivating.

In so ways, it was very similar to ng Fan, both were cultivation maniacs, striving to beco stronger.

Whether it was Xiao Qing or Hong Qi, they were both part of ng Fan's strength, inseparable.

Perhaps in the future, even the old monk might beco like this.

But for now, ng Fan couldn't consider the old monk as one of his own, still holding so reservations.

"Train hard, reach the mid Condensing Elixir stage soon, then you'll be stronger than !" ng Fan glanced at Xiao Qing, then walked out of the room.

If Xiao Qing reached the mid Condensing Elixir stage, ng Fan might not be its match.

Although Xiao Qing's presence was always low-key around ng Fan, he never underestimated it.

This little guy had extraordinary talent and limitless potential!

***

After leaving the room, ng Fan saw Wu Tian sneaking around the Sword Pavilion.

This kid looked guilty, like a thief with a guilty conscience.

"Wu Tian, what are you doing?" ng Fan called out.

Wu Tian was startled, his shoulders visibly shaking.

"I'm just looking around, there are so many swords in the Sword Pavilion, it's dazzling." Wu Tian said awkwardly to ng Fan.

Although he tried hard to hide his embarrassnt, ng Fan still noticed it.

ng Fan frowned and said, "You better not be eyeing the swords in the Sword Pavilion, don't do anything stupid!"

He said it casually, not taking it to heart.

But Wu Tian was scared, forcing himself to act nonchalant, "Don't talk nonsense, how could I do such a thing? By the way, you still owe the relic, give it back!"

"Relic? If you want it, go ask Elder Lin!" ng Fan turned and walked towards the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, ignoring Wu Tian behind him.

After all, Elder Lin had said the relic didn't need to be returned to Wu Tian!

Wu Tian watched ng Fan's back, gritting his teeth in anger.

***

On the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, Elder Lin, who was ditating on a cushion, opened his eyes when he saw ng Fan.

"Master, please continue, I'm just here to wipe the swords. I've finished wiping the swords on the first floor, now it's ti for the second floor!" ng Fan quickly explained his purpose.

Elder Lin nodded and closed his eyes again.

ng Fan had wiped all the swords on the first floor and absorbed the essence of the sword from them.

To continue absorbing the essence of the sword, he had to wipe the swords on the second floor.

The second floor was slightly smaller than the first, but not by much.

ng Fan glanced around, seeing at least over three thousand swords.

And on the second floor, there were no ordinary swords, mostly spiritual swords with a few law swords.

Hong Qi still needed the essence of over a thousand spiritual swords to evolve into a soul body.

He only needed to wipe about half of the swords on the second floor to achieve that!

Elder Lin pointed to a row of wooden racks on ng Fan's right and said, "That row contains law swords, try not to touch them. With your current cultivation level, touching a law sword could still hurt you!"

"Understood, Master." ng Fan nodded.

After Elder Lin finished speaking, he continued ditating, leaving ng Fan to his own devices.

ng Fan looked at the dazzling array of spiritual swords, and a thought popped into his mind: if he sold these spiritual swords, wouldn't he have a lot of Spirit Stones?

At this mont, ng Fan was in dire need of Spirit Stones, feeling quite poor!

Previously, with five thousand Spirit Stones, he felt rich, not worrying about Spirit Stones, thinking he was wealthy.

Now...

Enhancing his Divine Soul required Spirit Stones, at least ten thousand.

Comprehending the Sword God Stele cost thousands of Spirit Stones each ti.

Buying elixirs, well, buying elixirs was fine, with Ye Qingyu around, it was just the cost of materials!

In short, he was very poor, completely not enough.

It seed like a long ti since he last saw Junior Sister Liu Yanping, ng Fan suddenly missed this little rich woman.

"Huh?" ng Fan frowned.

Why did he suddenly feel like a kept man, relying on Ye Qingyu for elixirs and Liu Yanping for Spirit Stones?

Shaking his head, ng Fan dispelled these ssy thoughts and began wiping the swords wholeheartedly.

One!

Two!

***

ng Fan planned to wipe thirty swords before going back.

The essence of thirty spiritual swords would be enough for him for a few days.

When ng Fan wiped the nineteenth sword, a Sword Wraith surged towards him.

The sword's na was "Mu Shu."

Not far away, Elder Lin, who was ditating on a cushion, remained calm, continuing his ditation.

He was used to this scene.

When ng Fan wiped the swords on the first floor, he was often attacked by Sword Wraiths, but he always managed to refine them, so Elder Lin wasn't worried.

This ti was no different, the Sword Wraith was easily refined by ng Fan's "Sword Dao Transcendence."

At the sa ti, ng Fan saw a mory from the Sword Wraith.

He recognized the owner of this mory!

***

In a small village filled with peach trees and peach blossoms everywhere.

"Er Gou, co ho for dinner!"

As soon as ng Fan entered the mory, he saw peach blossoms everywhere, but no people, only hearing a voice calling.

Er Gou?

What a lucky na!

ng Fan turned around and saw a plainly dressed woman with a beautiful smile calling her child ho for dinner.

Although the woman was plainly dressed, it couldn't hide her stunning beauty and extraordinary temperant, completely unlike a rural woman.

That wasn't surprising, but the next mont, when ng Fan saw the child nad Er Gou, his pupils contracted, filled with shock.

"Lin... Lin Jinghong?"