Upon seeing Meng Fan about to choose a sword, Senior Disciple Luo returned to his own room without disturbing him.

He didn’t make a mysterious fuss about which sword Meng Fan should pick.

Since Meng Fan had been at the Sword Pavilion for quite some time and had proven to be much more outstanding than he had initially thought, he believed Meng Fan would be able to choose the sword that best suited him!

No need to worry.

Indeed, this was the case; Meng Fan could pick the most suitable sword for others, let alone for himself.

Meng Fan was meticulous in his selection, as it was a sword he would wield himself, so he chose with great care.

In fact, there were three swords that were most suitable for Meng Fan!

[White Night], the former saber of Lord Eternal Night, from which Meng Fan learned the Extreme Path Sword Drawing Technique.

[Dark Wind], the former saber of Li Qingyun, the Clan Master of the Limitless Sword Sect, from which Meng Fan obtained the seed of the Supreme Heartless Sword Intent.

[Copper Mountain], a sword whose master was unknown, from whose memories Meng Fan witnessed Sword Momentum, thereby integrating and creating his own Sword Technique—Mountain Splitting.

Choosing White Night, Meng Fan would wield the Extreme Path Sword Drawing Technique with even greater ease.

Choosing Dark Wind seemed of little significance, as Meng Fan had no intention of cultivating the Supreme Heartless Sword.

As for Copper Mountain, it was even more suited for Meng Fan to execute Mountain Splitting.

With that in mind, Dark Wind was the first to be set aside.

Was it to be a choice between White Night and Copper Mountain?

After much deliberation, Meng Fan ultimately chose Copper Mountain.

Because for Meng Fan at this moment, the Sword Technique Mountain Splitting was of the greatest use!

At least for Meng Fan at this moment, Copper Mountain was the most suitable sword.

Meng Fan took Copper Mountain and returned to his room to begin cultivation.

With the Qi Gathering Pill and the cooperation of his Sword Essence, Meng Fan’s cultivation speed was like riding a rocket.

At this rate, it would take at most four or five days for him to break through to the second level of Qi Refining.

The next morning, before dawn had broken.

Because the Sword Essence in his body was exhausted, Meng Fan stopped cultivating.

Although the Qi Gathering Pill could also enhance his cultivation speed, only when combined with the Sword Essence did he experience the thrill of cultivation soaring like a rocket.

When Meng Fan ended his meditation and stepped down from the bed, he was met with a shocking scene.

The Copper Mountain sword he had placed on the table last night had now become a broken sword, snapped into two pieces.

This…

Meng Fan was greatly surprised.

Who would come to his room in the middle of the night and strike at his Copper Mountain sword?

It would be understandable if someone came after him, but to sneak into his room unnoticed and then sabotage an innocent sword was just too preposterous, wasn’t it?

Last night, Meng Fan had not slept at all.

Although his eyes were closed while he meditated, he would have definitely noticed any disturbance in the room.

It could only mean that the “culprit” who destroyed the sword was terrifyingly stealthy; Meng Fan hadn’t sensed anything at all.

Just as Meng Fan turned around unintentionally, he saw an additional sword on his bed.

[Red Qi]

Meng Fan was very familiar with this sword, having had a memorable experience with it almost draining his Yang Qi.

A wild guess popped into Meng Fan’s mind.

He felt this guess was very likely correct, eight or nine out of ten!

The guess was…

That it was Red Qi that had destroyed Copper Mountain.

That was just outrageous!

Copper Mountain had always been intact within the Sword Pavilion, but as soon as he chose it as his saber, it suffered at the hands of Red Qi.

It was clear that Red Qi was set against him!

Meng Fan looked at Red Qi somewhat helplessly and said, “If you have a grievance, just come at me directly. Why harm an innocent sword?”

He wasn’t crazy, for he knew that Red Qi was a Spiritual Sword and could understand his words.

Red Qi floated up on its own and landed in Meng Fan’s hand.

Meng Fan frowned in disbelief and said, “You, want to follow me? To become my saber?”

Could it be that Red Qi destroyed Copper Mountain out of jealousy?

But what merits did he have to be favored by a Spiritual Sword?

As Meng Fan found his guess incredulous and hard to believe, a red light suddenly radiated from Red Qi.

The red light gradually condensed into a phantom.

The phantom of a young girl in a red dress.

The girl, Hong Qi!

Hong Qi looked at Meng Fan and smiled, “Copper Mountain is nothing but scrap metal, unworthy of you. From today on, I’ll follow you!”

A Spiritual Sword wanting to follow him?

Was this happiness coming too suddenly?

Meng Fan was truly in disbelief!

He said with a bewildered tone, “You want to follow me? I’m just a Guarding Sword Disciple at the first level of Qi Refining, inferior to many Outer Sect Disciples. Why would you want to follow me?”

Honestly, Hong Qi’s high regard for Meng Fan took him by surprise.

Hong Qi’s lips curled into a mysterious smile as if she saw right through him.

She cheerfully said, “You have secrets that you can hide from little Luo, but not from me!”

“What secrets do I have?” Meng Fan asked, feeling a bit guilty.

This Red Qi was so secretive, and by the looks of it, had been spying on him all this time; it might have really discovered his secrets.

Thinking this, Meng Fan became somewhat nervous.

But then he thought, the other party was just a sword, what was there to be nervous about?

Moreover, she valued him and wanted to follow him, which was a good thing, not a threat!

“Ever since you escaped unscathed from my grasp last time, I’ve been observing you.

You look honest, but you’re actually quite sly.

Every time you wipe a long sword, you steal a trace of the Essence of the Sword, or what you might call the Sword’s Origin.

Such a thing is imperceptible to humans, and only a sword spirit like me can detect your little tricks.”

Meng Fan raised an eyebrow.

The secret Hong Qi discovered was about him absorbing Sword Essence from the sword?

This was indeed a significant secret for him!

Meng Fan calmly said, “What of it? It’s just normal cultivation. The Sword’s Origin you speak of doesn’t belong to anyone, how can you say I’m stealing?”

This is taking, not stealing!

If I stand here and breathe, you can’t say I’m stealing air, can you?

“It doesn’t matter, I’m not planning to expose you or trouble you,” Hong Qi said casually.

“Then what do you want to do?” Meng Fan asked.

“Didn’t I just say? I plan to follow you.”

“Why?”

“Because you have potential, you’re a promising stock!”

Hearing Hong Qi’s words, Meng Fan couldn’t help but smile wryly, “You believe in me just like that?”

“Of course, you may look ordinary, but your enlightenment in the way of the sword is monstrous. Don’t think I don’t know, you learn Sword Techniques almost at a glance. There’s no disciple in the entire Shu Mountain Sword Sect as monstrous as you!”

Meng Fan shook his head, “But I’m still just a disciple with a Mixed Spiritual Root.”