Chapter 227 – Sword Wraith Memory, Farewell Lin Jinghong

Chapter 227 – Sword Wraith Memory, Farewell Lin Jinghong

"My current demonic power is roughly equivalent to a human cultivator at the peak of the early Condensing Elixir stage. If Master rewards me with that lotus flower, I should have a chance to reach the mid Condensing Elixir stage!"

Xiao Qing used three fingers to count on its three toes, calculating seriously.

Meng Fan nodded, satisfied with this progress.

The peak of the early Condensing Elixir stage was already quite formidable.

This little snake followed Meng Fan closely every day, silently learning Meng Fan's sword techniques.

Although it was just a small snake, far from transforming into a human form, it didn't hinder its grand ambitions and it had already made some progress in the Sword Dao.

It couldn't wield a sword, but it had already cultivated several sword techniques to the point of producing Sword Qi, using its claws or even its tail as a sword.

It wouldn't be long before it could probably cultivate Sword Momentum!

After all, it had the potential of a true dragon, a special Flood Dragon with remarkable talent.

"Alright, here you go!" Meng Fan took out the lotus flower from his storage ring and tossed it to Xiao Qing.

When he first returned from the Demon Realm, Meng Fan was stingy with Xiao Qing, not willing to give even a petal.

But as time went on, he began to see Xiao Qing as one of his own, becoming more generous.

The lotus flower was just sitting there anyway, using it to enhance Xiao Qing's strength was a good move.

After all, Xiao Qing's strength was equivalent to Meng Fan's own strength!

"Thank you, Master!" Xiao Qing quickly grabbed the lotus flower with its little claws, excitedly slithering to a corner to start cultivating.

In some ways, it was very similar to Meng Fan, both were cultivation maniacs, striving to become stronger.

Whether it was Xiao Qing or Hong Qi, they were both part of Meng Fan's strength, inseparable.

Perhaps in the future, even the old monk might become like this.

But for now, Meng Fan couldn't consider the old monk as one of his own, still holding some reservations.

"Train hard, reach the mid Condensing Elixir stage soon, then you'll be stronger than me!" Meng Fan glanced at Xiao Qing, then walked out of the room.

If Xiao Qing reached the mid Condensing Elixir stage, Meng Fan might not be its match.

Although Xiao Qing's presence was always low-key around Meng Fan, he never underestimated it.

This little guy had extraordinary talent and limitless potential!

***

After leaving the room, Meng Fan saw Wu Tian sneaking around the Sword Pavilion.

This kid looked guilty, like a thief with a guilty conscience.

"Wu Tian, what are you doing?" Meng Fan called out.

Wu Tian was startled, his shoulders visibly shaking.

In short, he was very poor, completely not enough.

It seemed like a long time since he last saw Junior Sister Liu Yanping, Meng Fan suddenly missed this little rich woman.

"Huh?" Meng Fan frowned.

Why did he suddenly feel like a kept man, relying on Ye Qingyu for elixirs and Liu Yanping for Spirit Stones?

Shaking his head, Meng Fan dispelled these messy thoughts and began wiping the swords wholeheartedly.

One!

Two!

***

Meng Fan planned to wipe thirty swords before going back.

The essence of thirty spiritual swords would be enough for him for a few days.

When Meng Fan wiped the nineteenth sword, a Sword Wraith surged towards him.

The sword's name was "Mu Shu."

Not far away, Elder Lin, who was meditating on a cushion, remained calm, continuing his meditation.

He was used to this scene.

When Meng Fan wiped the swords on the first floor, he was often attacked by Sword Wraiths, but he always managed to refine them, so Elder Lin wasn't worried.

This time was no different, the Sword Wraith was easily refined by Meng Fan's "Sword Dao Transcendence."

At the same time, Meng Fan saw a memory from the Sword Wraith.

He recognized the owner of this memory!

***

In a small village filled with peach trees and peach blossoms everywhere.

"Er Gou, come home for dinner!"

As soon as Meng Fan entered the memory, he saw peach blossoms everywhere, but no people, only hearing a voice calling.

Er Gou?

What a lucky name!

Meng Fan turned around and saw a plainly dressed woman with a beautiful smile calling her child home for dinner.

Although the woman was plainly dressed, it couldn't hide her stunning beauty and extraordinary temperament, completely unlike a rural woman.

That wasn't surprising, but the next moment, when Meng Fan saw the child named Er Gou, his pupils contracted, filled with shock.

"Lin... Lin Jinghong?"