Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion Chapter 363 – What belongs to the Master is also one’s own

ng Fan couldn't help but feel even more wary of the Sect Master.

Elder Lin had such a precious treasure, yet he still wasn't a match for the Sect Master!

Just how powerful was this Sect Master?

ng Fan didn't have ti to dwell on these thoughts because, in the mysterious grand hall, the black-robed version of himself appeared again.

The opponent raised his hand, unleashing another Myriad Swords As One attack towards ng Fan.

This ti, the Myriad Swords As One was infused with the Flying Flower Sword Technique, just like the one ng Fan had used before.

This confird ng Fan's suspicion: whenever he entered this space, a copy of himself at that mont would be created.

"Heh!" ng Fan let out a cold laugh.

With the experience from last ti, defeating this black-robed version of himself would be much easier.

He just needed to find the right thod and continue to enhance the strength of Myriad Swords As One.

Monts later, ng Fan defeated the black-robed version of himself and returned to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

He opened his eyes and stood up from the ditation cushion.

"My two trips into the mysterious space were actually a waste."

ng Fan muttered to himself.

Integrating two ordinary sword techniques into Myriad Swords As One didn't require the mysterious space; he could easily do it outside.

Such an improvent was aningless.

Entering the mysterious space should create pressure to seek a breakthrough.

A casual breakthrough like this was pointless!

With this thought, ng Fan stopped absorbing the Essence of the Sword.

He went straight to the first floor of the Sword Pavilion and knocked on Wu Tian's door.

Wu Tian, still half-asleep, looked at ng Fan in confusion.

"Senior Brother ng, what brings you here in the middle of the night?"

"The trip to your Wu family is postponed by a day. Also, if a woman nad Lin Feiyan cos looking for tomorrow, tell her to co a day later."

Without giving Wu Tian a chance to respond, ng Fan left the Sword Pavilion.

Monts later, ng Fan arrived at the Sword God Temple.

At the Sword God Stele.

ng Fan handed over a thousand Spirit Stones, intending to comprehend the Sword God Stele for a day and a night.

He planned to push Myriad Swords As One to its temporary limit, so he couldn't easily enhance its power with just any sword technique.

One day and one night inside the Sword God Stele was far more effective than ten days and ten nights outside, perhaps even more!

After a day and a night, ng Fan had pushed Myriad Swords As One to its limit.

To further enhance Myriad Swords As One, he would need to integrate Heavenly Grade Sword Techniques.

However, integrating Heavenly Grade Sword Techniques into Myriad Swords As One wasn't sothing that could be achieved overnight, even with the Sword God Stele.

This way, when he entered the mysterious space again to face the black-robed version of himself, there would be enough pressure.

Only then could he truly improve himself!

Leaving the Sword God Stele and walking out of the Sword God Temple, ng Fan looked up at the moonlit sky.

It was late at night again.

ng Fan returned to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion and sat back on the ditation cushion.

Since he discovered the cushion's miraculous use, he couldn't bear to waste the daily opportunity.

Master, oh Master.

A master is like a father.

A master's belongings are his disciple's belongings.

By this logic, Elder Lin's ditation cushion was his to use. It wasn't excessive to use it, right?

Especially since Elder Lin wasn't using it.

Not excessive at all!

ng Fan wasn't worried about spending too much ti in the cushion space and missing his appointnts with Wu Tian and Lin Feiyan.

From his two experiences, he realized that ti stood still in the cushion space.

As long as he entered the cushion space at midnight, no matter how long he stayed inside, he would co out at the sa midnight.

However, it wasn't realistic to exploit this to cultivate for a long ti.

Once inside the mysterious space, a duplicate would attack him, and he had to fight.

A fight to the death!

So, there was no ti to exploit the system for cultivation.

ng Fan suddenly thought of a question: What if he lost and the duplicate won?

Would he return to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion as if he had won?

Or would he... die?

The thought of dying sent a chill down ng Fan's spine.

He didn't have the courage to test it.

Originally indifferent, ng Fan beca extrely serious at this possibility.

He feared death, and he never denied it!

So, he had to win, every single ti.

Unless Elder Lin could provide a definitive answer to negate his fear.

One move.

Two moves.

...

After reaching a bottleneck with Myriad Swords As One, it beca extrely difficult for ng Fan to improve his combat power.

Defeating the black-robed version of himself naturally beca much harder.

Monts later, they had exchanged over a hundred moves.

Difficult!

Without any cheating thods, defeating "himself" was indeed a challenging task.

However, during the intense battle, ng Fan felt his sword techniques and Sword Dao subtly improving.

Combat!

It was also a form of cultivation, a way to improve.

And a more direct way.

About five or six hours later, the black-robed version of ng Fan suddenly dissipated, indicating ng Fan had defeated him.

On the ditation cushion, ng Fan opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his face.

Elder Lin's ditation cushion was even better than he had imagined.

His previous worries had vanished.

Even if losing in the mysterious space ant dying in reality, ng Fan wasn't worried anymore.

Because he had established an invincible position!

After five or six hours of intense battle, he noticed his sword techniques and Sword Dao had slightly improved, while the duplicate remained stagnant.

In this situation, he would unknowingly surpass the duplicate and inevitably win the battle.

No chance of losing!

Previously, ng Fan wondered how Elder Lin, without such exceptional talent, could withstand sitting on the cushion every day.

Now it seed he had overestimated Elder Lin!

"This is good," ng Fan muttered to himself.

He never liked putting himself in danger, and now he felt much safer.

However, the sense of pressure had also lessened significantly.

It couldn't be helped!

ng Fan walked to the window and looked at the moonlit sky.

Indeed, five or six hours had passed in the mysterious space, but outside, it was still the sa ti as when he had entered.

"If I could find a way to exploit the system and cultivate for a thousand years in the mysterious space, wouldn't I beco invincible in an instant?" ng Fan thought unrealistically.

Monts later, ng Fan returned to the ditation cushion, picked it up, and placed it in his storage ring.

"Master, since you're not here and don't need this thing, I'll borrow it for a few days."

Good things should be used wisely, not wasted, right?

After all, a master is like a father...