Chapter 4 – Miss, please have some self-respect!

Chapter 4 – Miss, please have some self-respect!

Meng Fan unsheathed the White Feather Sword.

Just like when he had drawn the Azure Fish Sword before, a streak of light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, flowed along the blade and into Meng Fan's body.

Currently lacking the ability to look inward, Meng Fan was unaware that the light had traveled through his meridians and burrowed into his Dantian.

His brow furrowed, intuition telling him that this breath entering his body was probably not a bad thing.

It must be another benefit from the Talent of Sword Dao Transcendence.

As for what this benefit was, he would likely understand once his Cultivation Level improved and his horizons broadened.

Meng Fan wiped down the White Feather Sword and placed it back on the wooden rack.

He remembered the task Senior Disciple Luo had given him: to clean all the swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion within a year.

The thought invigorated Meng Fan!

If he could touch all the swords here, how many Sword Techniques would he learn?

By then, integrating various Sword Techniques, he might forge his own path in swordsmanship!

Meng Fan, full of enthusiasm, prepared to pick up the third longsword.

Senior Disciple Luo had already calculated for him; to clean all these longswords within a year, he needed to wipe about twenty each day.

Meng Fan was well aware of his limitations, so he chose the less impressive "weakling" swords.

Sometimes, however, he would still be mistaken.

For instance, the Flying Feather Sword, unassuming in appearance, contained a surprising Malevolent Aura.

But with the Talent of Sword Dao Transcendence, he wasn't afraid of these little accidents.

However, as he was about to choose the third longsword, a major accident occurred.

A longsword, which Meng Fan had not chosen, took flight on its own and landed in front of him.

This was a... Spiritual Sword!

Only a Spiritual Sword could move on its own.

Meng Fan's expression changed immediately, realizing he was in trouble.

From his previous indirect inquiries with Senior Disciple Luo, Meng Fan understood that there were dangers within the Sword Pavilion.

Now, danger had befallen him.

Just as Meng Fan was about to call for help from Senior Disciple Luo, he found his surroundings had changed.

He was no longer in the Sword Pavilion but appeared in a dimly lit space with no apparent boundaries.

An illusion?

Meng Fan's brow creased.

The next second, a Lady in Red appeared before him.

Her delicate features, flowing long hair, and fiery red lips made her stunningly beautiful.

"Gentleman, do you find me beautiful?"

Legends say that men drained of Yang Qi by female fairies wouldn't live long either.

"Miss, since that's the case, please let me go back," Meng Fan said to the Lady in Red.

The Lady in Red laughed, "You're much stronger than the last boy. He didn't last three months here before he was completely gone. It seems you might live a few days longer!"

Meng Fan's heart skipped a beat.

He had heard from Senior Disciple Luo that the previous Guarding Sword Disciple had lasted three months, having left just a few days ago.

At the time, he thought the guy had left the Sword Pavilion for another job.

It turned out that 'left' in Senior Disciple Luo's words meant dead!

Suddenly, Meng Fan felt a chill and deeply sensed the terror of the Sword Pavilion.

"Scared?" the Lady in Red asked with a smile, her demeanor flirtatious.

Meng Fan said somewhat awkwardly, "Miss, since you already know I have strong Determination and cannot be tempted, please stop being so... flirtatious."

The Lady in Red sat on the bed with Dignified composure, "Oh, young gentleman, do you prefer this demeanor?"

Meng Fan coughed lightly, neither confirming nor denying, avoiding the question.

From start to finish, the woman had not stopped teasing him.

"Miss, please have some self-respect!" Meng Fan said solemnly, all seriousness.

Of course, it was an act!

He had to show that he couldn't be seduced by beauty, so she would let him leave.

If he showed even a hint of desire, she would definitely try to overpower him and absorb his Yang Qi!

He must resist!

"Unexpected to find such a serious young man in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

Interesting, remember, don't call me Miss, call me Hong Qi."

Meng Fan nodded, "Alright, Miss Hongqi!"

Hong Qi gave Meng Fan a sidelong glance, then with a wave of her hand...

A sweep of red sleeves passed before Meng Fan's eyes, and his vision returned to normal.

The illusion dissolved, and he was back on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, standing before the wooden rack.

In front of him was a longsword emitting a faint red glow.

In Senior Disciple Luo's room, the Senior Brother, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, now opened them, a smile playing on his lips.

"This man, with a surprisingly strong Mindset, is completely unharmed.

Much stronger than the previous one, he should live a couple of months longer.

Good!"

And Meng Fan, whom Senior Disciple Luo had just praised, was now looking at the longsword in front of him, radiating a faint red light.

Unable to resist, he reached out and touched it!Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com