Just like that, Xiao Hui was sentenced to death, and Liu Yanping was really unwilling to accept it.
There was clearly hope before…
Steward Liu had no choice but to take out the first spirit stone again and place it into the testing array.
Xiao Hui placed his hand on it once more.
This time, there was no anomaly, and the spirit stone did not light up.
Liu Yanping sighed helplessly. After so many tests, it was basically confirmed that the earlier glow was due to a malfunction in the testing array.
Xiao Hui likely had no spiritual root and was just an ordinary mortal, unable to cultivate!
"It's okay. Even if you don't have a spiritual root and can't cultivate, with your sister here in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, no one will bully you," Liu Yanping said, rubbing Xiao Hui's head.
"Thank you, sister!" Xiao Hui nodded and smiled at Liu Yanping.
Meng Fan took out a sword technique from his storage ring and handed it to Xiao Hui.
"Even without a spiritual root, you can still practice swordsmanship. It's good for your health!"
Xiao Hui's eyes lit up as he accepted the sword technique, thanking Meng Fan as well.
***
After giving the sword technique, Meng Fan left, heading back to the Sword Pavilion.
The sword technique he gave was something he had obtained from the Sword Wraith Memory of a sword.
It was the sword technique that Lord Eternal Night, Ni Feng, the master of Dragon Guardian Manor of the Great Dragon Empire, had practiced since childhood.
"Extreme Path Sword Drawing Technique"
Coincidentally, Lord Eternal Night had also been a pitiful little beggar in his youth, much like Xiao Hui!
Meng Fan subconsciously had a hope when he gave Xiao Hui this "Extreme Path Sword Drawing Technique."
Moreover, this technique was simple and suitable for beginners, consisting of only one move: drawing the sword!
However, it was easy to learn but difficult to master!
Even though Xiao Hui had no spiritual root and couldn't cultivate True Qi, if he could master this sword drawing technique to the extreme, he could still practice and generate Extreme Path Sword Qi with it.
At that point, he would be much stronger than ordinary mortals, capable of taking on ten opponents at once.
But that was the limit. Even if he learned more sword techniques and practiced more Sword Qi, it wouldn't significantly enhance his strength.
Without a spiritual root, he would ultimately be cannon fodder on the path of cultivation.
After returning to the Sword Pavilion, Meng Fan immediately went to the second floor to find Elder Lin.
"Master, do you know what happened in Longquan Village?" Meng Fan asked curiously.
The primordial spirit of the sword was something of a very high level, and Meng Fan didn't understand it.
He didn't know if Elder Lin's primordial spirit of the sword was an independent entity or if Elder Lin controlled it personally.
If Elder Lin had no memory of Longquan Village, it would prove that the primordial spirit of the sword was an independent entity.
If Elder Lin had the memory of Longquan Village, it would prove that the primordial spirit of the sword, separated by thousands of miles, was essentially Elder Lin's "avatar," possessing all senses!
Elder Lin smiled and said, "The Red Sheep Sword contains my primordial spirit of the sword, so I can naturally see everything. That primordial spirit of the sword is controlled by me personally from the Sword Pavilion."
Meng Fan felt a bit envious. The primordial spirit of the sword was really impressive!
Unfortunately, he was still far from that level.
"Master, I've already chosen a good place and buried Uncle-Master. When you have time, you can go and take a look."
Elder Lin nodded and said, "I'll find time to go."
Thinking of his junior brother, he felt a deep sense of regret.
Meng Fan then asked, "Master, I brought back all of Uncle-Master's sword weapons. Should I hand them over to the Sword Pavilion?"
Although he was reluctant to hand them over, out of respect for Elder Lin, he asked anyway.
Elder Lin shook his head and said, "Those are your spoils of war. What do they have to do with the Sword Pavilion? However, take out the Wind and Thunder Sword. I'll help you reforge it."
"The Wind and Thunder Sword? Didn't you say it was fake when you were in Longquan Village?" Meng Fan asked in surprise.
"The one that guy gave you was fake! But among the six Dao Swords, one is the real Wind and Thunder Sword."
Upon hearing this, Meng Fan took out the Sword Pellet.
"Master, the sword weapons are all in here. You'll need to retrieve the Dao Sword yourself."
With his ability, even taking out a Law Sword was dangerous, let alone a Dao Sword.
Elder Lin took the Sword Pellet, and with a thought, a Dao Sword appeared in his hand.
He was very familiar with this sword; it had once been one of his many personal swords.
Later, he gave it to Li Sansi, but unfortunately…
"When you reach the Condensation Pill Realm, I'll give you this Wind and Thunder Sword.
During this time, I'll reforge it to make it more suitable for you!
With my reforging, when you reach the Condensation Pill Realm, you should be able to wield this sword with the Pure Yang Thunder Cultivation Scripture and Spirit Wind Profound Art."
Elder Lin's words filled Meng Fan with joy.
Normally, it was extremely difficult for a cultivator in the Condensation Pill Realm to wield a Law Sword, let alone a Dao Sword. It was a one-in-a-million feat!
Although Meng Fan had exceptional talent in the Sword Dao, he couldn't be 100% sure he could wield a Law Sword in the Condensation Pill Realm.
But Elder Lin was directly letting him wield a Dao Sword!
This was… defying the heavens.
It was like Elder Lin was tailoring the Wind and Thunder Sword specifically for Meng Fan.
"Thank you, Master!" Meng Fan thanked him excitedly.
Although he didn't know what Elder Lin planned to do with the Wind and Thunder Sword, he could imagine it would require a lot of effort!
***
After returning to his room, Meng Fan began to cultivate.
In the Sword Pavilion, he spent almost all his time on cultivation.
To be fair, Meng Fan was quite disciplined, especially compared to his peers on Earth.
While Meng Fan was cultivating, Xiao Qing crawled out from under the bed.
Meng Fan hadn't taken Xiao Qing to Longquan Village this time, leaving it behind to protect Li Xuerou.
Although Meng Fan had personally observed Li Xuerou last time, he was still a bit worried.
After all, she was "his" sister!
So he left Xiao Qing at the Shu Mountain Sword Sect to secretly protect her.
"Master, Li Xuerou has been in seclusion these past few days and hasn't come out at all," Xiao Qing said, climbing onto Meng Fan's shoulder.
Meng Fan nodded, "It's good that nothing happened. I was worried something might go wrong during her seclusion and no one would notice."
But what was up with this girl lately? Why was she so obsessed with seclusion?
Did she have something on her mind?
Meng Fan shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it. You can't guess a girl's thoughts!
At that moment, Wu Tian, that reckless guy, barged into Meng Fan's room.
"Haven't seen you in a few days. My swordsmanship has improved, and I want to spar with you," the bald-headed guy said without any pleasantries.
Meng Fan was more than happy to oblige someone looking for a fight.
He was itching for some action anyway!
And he did have some things he wanted to "ask" Wu Tian about.
The two went to the open space outside the Sword Pavilion, and Wu Tian drew the saber from his waist.
A monk with a saber at his waist seemed a bit out of place, but Wu Tian himself found it quite fitting. He never cared about what others thought.
"Senior Brother Meng, prepare to receive my sword!" Wu Tian slashed at Meng Fan.
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