Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion Chapter 405 – Elder Lin Returns

ng Fan couldn't do much to help Hong Qi reconstruct her physical body; it mainly depended on her.

Fortunately, ng Fan had once seen Han Qianye reconstruct the Bixie Sword Spirit's body in the Sword Wraith mory of the Bixie Sword.

Otherwise, even with the Ginseng Fruit, ng Fan wouldn't know how to help Hong Qi reconstruct her body.

"Hong Qi, when humans consu the Ginseng Fruit, they just eat it directly. But for spirits like you, it's not that simple, and you can't consu it directly anyway," ng Fan began explaining the use of the Ginseng Fruit to Hong Qi.

"The Ginseng Fruit is also known as the Innate Spirit Fetus.

The na 'Ginseng Fruit' is for humans.

The na 'Innate Spirit Fetus' is for spirits like you.

As the na suggests, you spirits use the Ginseng Fruit as a spirit fetus to form a physical body!

The thod to reconstruct your body is simple and not complicated.

Now, listen to my instructions.

Slowly release your Divine Sense and gradually let it rge with the Ginseng Fruit.

Once your Divine Sense is fully rged with the Ginseng Fruit, gradually rge your entire spirit into the Ginseng Fruit.

Once you complete this step, the process of reconstructing your body will proceed automatically.

Your spirit is already in human form, the sa as your original form before the Sword Sacrifice.

So you can skip the process of shaping and creating an image; the Ginseng Fruit will automatically generate a physical body based on your spirit form!"

ng Fan spoke clearly and patiently, guiding Hong Qi through the process of reconstructing her body.

His explanation was straightforward and easy to understand, and Hong Qi grasped it clearly.

"I understand, Master!"

Following ng Fan's instructions, Hong Qi slowly rged her Divine Sense with the Ginseng Fruit.

She initially thought it would be a simple process that could be completed quickly.

But in reality, it was incredibly difficult!

Hong Qi's Divine Sense rged with the Ginseng Fruit bit by bit, the process extrely slow and arduous.

Despite this, Hong Qi didn't waver; she summoned all her patience and determination, gradually "devouring" the Ginseng Fruit.

ng Fan sat quietly beside her, not saying a word to avoid disturbing Hong Qi.

He had already explained everything clearly, and Hong Qi had started the process of reconstructing her body. Any further words would only disturb her, which was unnecessary.

He just needed to watch quietly.

Since ng Fan and Hong Qi were connected in mind and spirit, he could clearly sense her state.

He estimated that it would take at least ten hours just to fully rge her Divine Sense with the Ginseng Fruit, not to ntion the subsequent rging of her entire spirit.

The whole process of reconstructing her body would take at least three days and nights.

No rush!

Patience is key.

ng Fan sat on the bed, silently cultivating while guarding Hong Qi.

To be honest, didn't he feel a pang of regret giving the Ginseng Fruit to Hong Qi?

Of course, he did!

But since Hong Qi had recognized him as her master, she had helped him a lot.

She truly deserved the Ginseng Fruit.

Moreover, as a man, he couldn't go back on his word, could he?

He might break promises to others, but he couldn't do that to Hong Qi.

ng Fan cultivated silently while Hong Qi reconstructed her body. The two complented each other, as if they were working in harmony.

Ti flew by quickly during cultivation, and soon it was the next day.

While cultivating, ng Fan suddenly heard a painful scream.

He quickly opened his eyes and saw Hong Qi's spirit form, her face twisted in agony, slowly moving towards the Ginseng Fruit.

It was clear that the stage of rging her Divine Sense with the Ginseng Fruit was complete, and she was now rging her entire spirit.

This process was painful!

ng Fan watched Hong Qi's contorted face and sighed softly.

There was nothing he could do to help; Hong Qi had to endure this herself.

He believed in Hong Qi; she could do it.

A young girl sacrificed as a Sword Spirit, living in loneliness and pain for so many years, he believed Hong Qi could rise from the ashes.

"Hong Qi, hang in there!" ng Fan stood up and said softly to Hong Qi.

Though his voice was low, he believed Hong Qi could hear him.

At this mont, Hong Qi couldn't respond to ng Fan; she had to focus all her energy on the Ginseng Fruit.

ng Fan only offered a word of encouragent and then watched Hong Qi silently.

For Hong Qi, this tornt would last at least another day and night before she could fully rge her spirit with the Ginseng Fruit and move to the next step.

Rising from the ashes wasn't just a saying; it required imnse pain and sacrifice.

After another three or four hours, ng Fan's expression suddenly changed, showing surprise.

This ti, it wasn't because of Hong Qi, but because he sensed Elder Lin's presence.

Elder Lin was back!!!

ng Fan rushed out of the room, leaving Hong Qi behind.

In the Sword Pavilion, Hong Qi was safe, so whether ng Fan stayed to guard her or not didn't make much difference.

At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, ng Fan saw Elder Lin, whom he hadn't seen for a long ti, and excitedly shouted, "Master, you're finally back!"

Elder Lin smiled and nodded, "Such a fuss, no decorum."

He paused and looked towards ng Fan's room, curiously asking, "What are you doing in there?"

ng Fan chuckled, "I'm helping the Hong Qi Sword's spirit with an enhancent."

As for what kind of enhancent, he kept it a secret.

When Hong Qi successfully reconstructed her body and transford into a human, even soone as knowledgeable as Elder Lin would be shocked.

"Alright." Elder Lin didn't ask further, not considering it important.

"By the way, co with ; I have sothing to ask you."

Elder Lin led ng Fan straight to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, ignoring Wu Tian, who was waving at him.

Wu Tian awkwardly withdrew his hand, feeling embarrassed.

He thought, "I call you Uncle Lin, but am I really less important than a disciple?"

A disciple is an outsider, but a nephew...

Well, this nephew isn't related by blood anyway.

On the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, Elder Lin was about to ask ng Fan sothing when he suddenly noticed sothing and asked in surprise, "Where's my ditation cushion?"

"Uh..." ng Fan scratched his head.

"You took it?" Elder Lin glared at ng Fan, annoyed.

"This ditation cushion is great. I benefited a lot from sitting on it. It's really a good thing. I haven't had a chance to thank you yet, Master," ng Fan said, a bit embarrassed, but he had no intention of returning the cushion.

Elder Lin was helpless.

"You really are a scoundrel, not even sparing my belongings!"