Chapter 240 – If the disciple dies, then I will die, and I will not be able to fulfill my filial duty

Chapter 240 – If the disciple dies, then I will die, and I will not be able to fulfill my filial duty

Meng Fan, when he first time-traveled here, had inherited the memories of his original host.

However, these memories were not deeply ingrained in Meng Fan's mind; they felt more like watching a movie, impossible to truly empathize with.

In a sense, he didn't possess the genuine hatred of the original host.

But at this moment, Li Xuerou's words seemed to replay that "movie" in Meng Fan's mind.

Even as an observer, just having watched the movie, one would still be affected by the emotions within it.

This was exactly how Meng Fan felt now.

"Deyun Town, I'll go with you!

But you suddenly came to find me, insisting on going to Deyun Town to kill the disciples of the Skyhawk Demon Sect. It can't be as simple as you say.

So, what are you hiding from me?"

Meng Fan looked at Li Xuerou and asked seriously.

There was no doubt that Li Xuerou's insistence on going to Deyun Town to kill the disciples of the Skyhawk Demon Sect was not a spur-of-the-moment decision; there must be a reason behind it.

Li Xuerou raised her head and looked at Meng Fan, "Brother Meng Fan, do you remember Lin Feilong, whom we met before joining the Shu Mountain Sword Sect?"

Lin Feilong? Before joining the Shu Mountain Sword Sect?

Meng Fan began to recall carefully, searching for the original host's memories.

Soon, he remembered the name.

Back then, their village was destroyed, and the two of them escaped, encountering a similarly disheveled young man.

The young man was also a pitiful survivor from the Skyhawk Demon Sect's massacre.

Later, the young man decided to infiltrate the Skyhawk Demon Sect to seek revenge!

That young man's name was Lin Feilong.

As for whether he succeeded in joining the Skyhawk Demon Sect later, Meng Fan did not know.

"You still kept in touch with him?" Meng Fan looked at Li Xuerou in surprise.

In theory, after parting ways, Li Xuerou and Lin Feilong shouldn't have been able to stay in contact.

Even if they wanted to, it would have been impossible!

"We didn't keep in touch initially, but a few months ago during the Shu Mountain Swordsmanship Competition, he recognized me, and we reconnected," Li Xuerou explained.

"Shu Mountain Swordsmanship Competition? Only disciples from the Limitless Sword Sect and Kunlun Sword Sect participate in that. Wasn't he supposed to join the Skyhawk Demon Sect to seek revenge?" Meng Fan asked, frowning.

"Don't worry, we'll go to Deyun Town together, and we'll definitely kill Liu Chen." Meng Fan rubbed Li Xuerou's head and said with a smile.

"Brother, thank you!" Li Xuerou looked up and smiled at Meng Fan.

The way she addressed him changed from Brother Meng Fan to just Brother!

Meng Fan naturally noticed this and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You go back first, I'll prepare, and you can come to the Sword Pavilion to meet me at noon. We'll set off in the afternoon," Meng Fan said to Li Xuerou.

Since he was going down the mountain, Meng Fan naturally had to make thorough preparations.

***

After Li Xuerou left, Meng Fan went to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

"Master!" he called out to Elder Lin.

"What do you want?" Elder Lin, sitting on a meditation cushion, asked directly.

The events around the Sword Pavilion couldn't escape his perception.

He was naturally aware of Li Xuerou coming to find Meng Fan earlier.

This kid Meng Fan was quite cunning; coming to find him at this time, he must be asking for something.

"Master, the sword seal you gave me last time has already been used.

If it weren't for your sword seal, I might not have made it back to Shu Mountain alive.

This time, if I encounter the same danger without your sword seal, I might die at the foot of the mountain, with no place to bury my body.

If I die, I won't be able to fulfill my filial duties to you anymore."

Meng Fan shamelessly said, looking full of filial piety.

"Cut the crap, take it!" Elder Lin straightforwardly threw a sword seal to Meng Fan and then continued his meditation.

"Thank you, Master!" Meng Fan bowed to Elder Lin and then retreated.

Holding the sword seal, he immediately felt a sense of security.

The outside world was not safe at all, and Meng Fan deeply felt this.

Under normal circumstances, he didn't want to go down the mountain at all.

If he had to go down, he had to be fully prepared.

Elder Lin's sword seal was essential!

Actually, Meng Fan thought he was still too thin-skinned; if he could be a bit thicker, he would have asked Elder Lin for a primordial spirit of the sword.