Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion

Chapter 209 – Primordial spirit of the sword, possess!

For Elder Lin, the myriad divine swords, even celestial swords, in the Sword Pavilion were at his disposal.

A mere Dao sword was nothing in his eyes.

The reason he asked Meng Fan to retrieve the sword was that the Wind and Thunder Sword was particularly suited for Meng Fan.

Given Meng Fan's cultivation speed, it wouldn't be long before he could master a Dao-level Wind and Thunder Sword.

Meng Fan naturally understood Elder Lin's good intentions.

***

After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Meng Fan arrived at Longquan Village.

The village was small, with only a few dozen households, and most of the neighbors were relatives, all surnamed Wang.

Meng Fan's martial uncle, however, was surnamed Li.

This surname was quite out of place in Longquan Village, so it didn't take long for Meng Fan to find out where Li Sansi lived.

His master's information was accurate; there indeed was a man named Li Sansi in the village.

From the villagers, Meng Fan learned that Li Sansi was a reclusive man who lived alone at the easternmost part of the village and rarely interacted with others.

Meng Fan arrived at a thatched hut on the eastern edge of the village and knocked on the door.

He waited for several breaths.

No response!

"Shu Mountain disciple Meng Fan, under the orders of my master Lin Bianyun, seeks an audience with Martial Uncle," Meng Fan called out.

He wasn't sure if anyone was inside. After all, this person was his martial uncle by seniority, and using Divine Sense to probe would be disrespectful.

Moreover, with his current abilities, even if he wanted to probe, he probably wouldn't be able to detect anything.

A few more seconds passed, still no response.

"Martial Uncle?" Meng Fan called out again, tentatively.

The next moment.

"Creak..."

The door opened, but there was no one behind it, as if it had opened automatically or was electrically operated.

The room inside was dark, but with Meng Fan's extraordinary physique, his vision was top-notch, almost night-vision capable.

So despite the dim light, he could still see the room clearly.

A man in a black robe sat cross-legged on the floor, completely indifferent to the dust covering the ground.

Even his robe was covered in a layer of dust.

It was clear he had been sitting there motionless for a long time.

He wasn't dead; he was in seclusion!

If he were dead, the door wouldn't have opened automatically just now.

"Wait for me for an hour," a deep male voice echoed in Meng Fan's mind.

It was obvious that this voice belonged to Martial Uncle Li Sansi.

But Meng Fan noticed that Li Sansi's mouth hadn't moved; the voice hadn't come from his lips.

He wondered what kind of cultivation technique his martial uncle was practicing that required an hour of buffer time to stop.

In this situation, it would be disrespectful for Meng Fan to wander around outside, so he decided to sit down and wait quietly.

***

Soon, an hour passed.

Li Sansi twisted his neck and stood up.

Meng Fan followed suit.

"My senior brother hasn't contacted me for years, and now he suddenly remembers me. What does he want?" Li Sansi looked at Meng Fan's face and spoke calmly.

His tone wasn't cold, but it was clearly devoid of any emotion.

Meng Fan took out the jade pendant given by Elder Lin and handed it to Li Sansi.

"This is a token from my master, for you. He asked me to retrieve the Wind and Thunder Sword from you."

Li Sansi took the jade pendant from Meng Fan's hand, glanced at it expressionlessly, and then put it away.

Next, a sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, which he tossed to Meng Fan.

"Go back!"

He waved at Meng Fan, his words concise and to the point.

Meng Fan caught the Wind and Thunder Sword, a bit surprised at being dismissed so quickly.

However, he didn't want to stay any longer either. He cupped his hands towards Li Sansi and said, "Junior takes his leave!"

With the Red Sheep Sword at his waist and the Wind and Thunder Sword in hand, he turned and walked out of the house.

Previously, he had been worried that this martial uncle might harbor ill intentions, so he had kept the Red Sheep Sword at his waist just in case.

After all, if this martial uncle were trustworthy, Elder Lin wouldn't have infused a primordial spirit of the sword into the Red Sheep Sword.

But now it seemed Elder Lin had been overly cautious.

Although this martial uncle seemed a bit eccentric, he had straightforwardly handed over the Wind and Thunder Sword.

Just as Meng Fan was thinking this, he suddenly felt a sharp aura behind him, filled with murderous intent.

At the same time, the Red Sheep Sword at his waist emitted a brilliant green light.

A phantom emerged from the Red Sheep Sword, standing in mid-air with a majestic presence.

Meng Fan looked up and saw Elder Lin's face on the phantom.

It seemed he had been too happy too soon!

The moment Elder Lin's phantom appeared, the sharp aura behind him vanished.

Meng Fan wasn't foolish; he knew that Li Sansi had just attacked him, and Elder Lin's primordial spirit had appeared to neutralize the attack.

"Martial Uncle, I respect you as an elder, but you attack me, a junior, and even resort to a sneak attack. Isn't that too shameless?"

There was no doubt that Li Sansi's strength far surpassed Meng Fan's, to the point of complete domination!

To attack Meng Fan in such a situation was utterly shameless.

Despicable!

It was like a top-ranked player using cheats to solo a bronze-level player in a game.

Such shamelessness existed in this world?

"You killed avatar. It's only right that I attack you," Li Sansi said coldly, looking at Meng Fan with an expressionless face.

After speaking, he looked up at Elder Lin's phantom, his expression slightly grim.

Meng Fan frowned upon hearing this.

Killed his avatar?

When had he done such a thing?

The next second, he realized.

It was clear that the black-robed old man he had killed on his way here was Li Sansi's avatar.

His pupils contracted slightly. Could his martial uncle be a member of the Ghost Shadow Sect?

"Disciple, stop calling him martial uncle. He is not your martial uncle!" Elder Lin's phantom said to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan nodded, thinking Elder Lin meant that Li Sansi had fallen into the demonic path and was no longer worthy of being his martial uncle.

But Elder Lin's next words shocked him.

"What monstrosity dares to seize my junior brother's body!" Elder Lin said coldly, looking at Li Sansi with a mixture of coldness and anger.

Meng Fan's expression changed.

His martial uncle had been possessed?

"Possession"

These two words were often seen in the novels Meng Fan read in his previous life on Earth.

But since traveling to this cultivation world, this was the first time he had encountered it.

Moreover, in the legends, possession usually involved weak mortals being possessed.

His martial uncle Li Sansi was already a formidable existence, yet he had been possessed?

Thinking about this, Meng Fan frowned.

Given his own excellence, the likelihood of someone wanting to possess him in the future seemed quite high!

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