Back in his room at the Sword Pavilion, Meng Fan lay on the bed with an almost surreal feeling.

Lately, it seemed as if Lady Luck had taken a particular shine to him.

He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

Meng Fan had once heard a saying:

A person’s good fortune in life is finite!

If you use up all your luck too early, then all that remains is misfortune.

Meng Fan shook his head, casting these messy thoughts from his mind.

Then he sat up cross-legged and began to cultivate.

Whether it was good luck or bad, his own efforts were what truly mattered.

Meng Fan was genuinely busy with his cultivation now!

Spirit Wind Profound Art, Pure Yang Thunder Cultivation Scripture, Fu Xi’s visualization techniques.

He had to focus on all three without neglecting any.

After reaching the True Martial Realm, the stockpiled Qi Gathering Pills and Spirit Gathering Liquid he had were no longer very effective.

These miraculous elixirs were meant for those in the Qi Cultivation Realm.

They could still be used in the True Martial Realm, but the effects were minimal.

Fortunately, Meng Fan had a substantial reserve of the Essence of the Sword within him, sourced from the Demon Locking Sword, of exceptionally high quality.

This resource was enough for him to rapidly cultivate to the third or fourth level of the True Martial Realm.

As for what came after, well, that was a worry for another day!

Thinking of the Essence of the Sword, Meng Fan’s only regret was that he hadn’t come into contact with Fuxi’s Sword.

If he could have plundered the essence from Fuxi’s Sword, then…

No, that was wrong; he’d be dead by now!

The notion of coveting Fuxi’s Sword was absolutely unthinkable.

“The idea of Fuxi’s Sword is off-limits, but within the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, there are still many other top-notch Sword Weapons. And most of these are in the Sword Pavilion!” Meng Fan smiled to himself.

The Sword Pavilion was his territory!

Now that he could freely enter the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, Elder Lin would surely not stop him from accessing those Sword Weapons.

In fact, he wasn’t really lacking in the Essence of the Sword.

Moreover, above the second floor, there were the third, fourth, and fifth floors!

With hopeful anticipation for the future, Meng Fan cultivated silently through the night without sleep.

The next day at Dragon Hour, he visited Elder Lin on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion as usual.

“I thought you’d be soaking in the Scripture Pavilion for ten days and nights. I didn’t expect you to return last night,” Elder Lin said to Meng Fan.

In fact, Elder Lin was surprised when he sensed Meng Fan’s return the previous night.

In his understanding, Meng Fan would have spent the night poring over scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion, not resting.

But out of respect for his master, he didn’t go down to inquire.

Now that Meng Fan had come up on his own, he took the opportunity to raise the question.

Meng Fan replied with a smile, “Master, I have some good news for you.”

“What good news?” Elder Lin’s brow furrowed.

Meng Fan returned Elder Lin’s trump card to him.

Elder Lin’s frown deepened.

“Old Wang said that from now on, I can enter the Scripture Pavilion whenever I wish, with no ten-day restriction. As long as I’m willing, the doors of the Scripture Pavilion are always open to me!”

Hearing Meng Fan’s words, Elder Lin’s frown turned into a “川” shape.

No one offers favors without a reason; they’re either scheming or thieving. He truly didn’t believe that Old Wang was that generous!

But one is a bastard if they don’t take advantage of a good deal, so naturally, he wouldn’t stop Meng Fan.

“If that’s the case, then immerse yourself in the scriptures at the Scripture Pavilion, and don’t worry about anything else,” Elder Lin told Meng Fan.

He could probably guess Old Wang’s thoughts, but with himself around, it was not even worth considering!

In the following days, Meng Fan spent his days studying in the Scripture Pavilion and his nights cultivating in the Sword Pavilion.

After half a month, Meng Fan successfully broke through to the second level of the True Martial Realm.

Under normal circumstances, he couldn’t have cultivated so quickly; it was all thanks to the large amount of Essence of the Sword within him.

As for Elder Lin, he was no longer surprised.

Having grown accustomed to Meng Fan’s monstrous capabilities, a minor breakthrough in half a month was nothing to him.

At this moment, Meng Fan had already spent half a month in the Scripture Pavilion, having perused at least a thousand sword technique manuals.

He had also looked at some visualization techniques and barely improved the Fu Xi’s visualization techniques.

It wasn’t perfected by any means, but it was enough to maintain his current mental cultivation.

And Fu Xi’s visualization techniques were not to be taken lightly; they were not just famous, but their effects were even more outrageous.

At the second level of the True Martial Realm, Meng Fan’s mental strength was now many times greater than others!

But these were not his greatest gains over the past half-month.

Meng Fan’s biggest achievement was that he had finally created the first move of the sword technique he had envisioned.

Myriad Swords Returning to One, the first move—

[Sword Comes]

This first move of Myriad Swords Returning to One not only integrated the thousands of sword techniques he had studied but even subtly incorporated the Great Way of the Sword from the Primordial.

Creating such a move, Meng Fan was extremely proud.

Not to mention, even Elder Lin’s prized Thunderous Sword Technique paled in comparison to [Sword Comes].

And most importantly, this move was created by Meng Fan!

Years later, this would be an event recorded in the annals of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

Unfortunately, no one had yet witnessed the splendor of [Sword Comes].

Meng Fan remained neither arrogant nor impatient, quietly studying in the Scripture Pavilion.

After all, Myriad Swords Returning to One, in his vision, was far more than just a single move.

Unbeknownst to him, Meng Fan had been studying in the Scripture Pavilion for over twenty days.

One day, he encountered a familiar face.

His childhood sweetheart, “sister” Li Xuerou, who had once depended on each other for survival, coming from the same mountain village.

“Meng Fan brother, what are you doing here!” Li Xuerou, who had come to the Scripture Pavilion to look for books, exclaimed with surprise upon seeing Meng Fan.

Meng Fan turned around and smiled at Li Xuerou.

“Sister Xuerou, long time no see.”

The last time Meng Fan saw Li Xuerou was more than two months ago during the Clan Disciple Competition.

However, at that time, he saw her, but she did not see him.

By contrast, it had been three months since Li Xuerou had last seen Meng Fan.

Li Xuerou hurried over to Meng Fan, excitedly saying, “Brother Meng Fan, I went to your dormitory to find you, but you were gone. I even heard you were eliminated in the Menial Disciple assessment and left the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, which made me sad for a long time.”

She truly believed Meng Fan had left the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, so seeing him in the Scripture Pavilion, she was extremely excited and thrilled.

Meng Fan chuckled and said, “I haven’t left the Shu Mountain Sword Sect; I’m now a Guarding Sword Disciple at the Sword Pavilion.”

At the same time, Meng Fan noticed a young man standing not far behind Li Xuerou, looking at him with a sullen face.

Elder Qian’s son, Qian Lechi!

Speaking of which, his entry into the Sword Pavilion was thanks to this guy.

However, this guy’s intentions were far from good at the time!