Chapter 240

"This sword art is extremely profound and requires constant tempering through slaughter; it cannot be mastered by working behind closed doors."

The Elder guarding the pavilion said, "The specifics are all recorded in the secret manual."

"Thank you for the reminder, Elder. I will definitely cultivate diligently and live up to your high expectations."

Meng Zhangqing clasped his hands slightly in a bow.

He simply wanted to 'have a chat'; he never expected to gain such an unexpected windfall.

As expected.

One must still be outstanding.

As long as one is outstanding enough, one will receive many unexpected gifts.

"No need for thanks; it was merely something done casually. The sect elders do not value you, so I am making up for their neglect."

The Elder guarding the pavilion stroked his white beard lightly.

Hearing this.

Meng Zhangqing smiled.

This Elder is quite straightforward.

Immediately, his gaze fell upon the table, where an empty wine gourd lay tilted over.

"Furthermore, I do not take disciples, so you may save yourself the trouble of such thoughts."

The Elder guarding the pavilion immediately added a sentence.

Over these years, he had actually guided some people, but in the end, they all tried every means to become his disciples.

For instance, by offering wine and the like.

However, he had rejected them all.

"Elder, you misunderstand. Compared to becoming your disciple, I actually wish to become your friend."

With things at this point, Meng Zhangqing immediately became bolder.

This was not the usual friendship among peers, but bridging a massive gap.

Whether in seniority or in strength!

But there was no other way.

Who could blame him when the attributes on the Elder guarding the pavilion were simply too tempting?

He currently still possessed one Attribute Selection Card.

As long as the Elder guarding the pavilion agreed to become his friend, he could directly obtain the Great Perfection attainment of the "Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Art"!

How much cultivation hardship could be saved in between, and four Attainment Cards could be spared!

Hearing this.

The Elder guarding the pavilion was completely stunned.

He seemed to have never expected to hear such words from a disciple's mouth in his entire life.

Become friends?

A junior disciple wanting to become his friend?

What kind of joke is this!

Do you know the gap in seniority between us?

"Good for you, young man, to dare to claim equality with me!"

"You have quite the boldness!"

Coming to his senses, the Elder guarding the pavilion was so angry that his white beard trembled, yet no anger could be seen in his eyes; instead, appreciation gradually emerged.

As a sword cultivator, one must possess this kind of spirit!

Those who came immediately to beg for discipleship, he did not even want to look at.

Meng Zhangqing merely smiled and said nothing.

It was merely a probe.

He did not expect the Elder guarding the pavilion to truly agree.

"Hahaha."

The Elder guarding the pavilion suddenly burst into loud laughter, his voice echoing across the peak of Shanfeng.

It stopped only after a moment.

And in that instant, the temperament of the Elder guarding the pavilion seemed to undergo a tremendous change.

No longer the usual casual gentleness.

Instead, he became majestic.

Every single hair, even his white beard, seemed to contain sword intent.

"With your potential, young man, you will indeed be able to discuss the Dao and call me a friend in the future."

"But for now, it is not enough."

The Elder guarding the pavilion said.

"Then what counts as enough?"

Hearing this, Meng Zhangqing immediately felt joy in his heart; he never expected there to truly be a chance.

"Four hundred li north of the Zong Sect lies Qifeng Mountain, where there is a high-level stronghold of the Huangquanmo Sect."

"Inside are more than two hundred martial artists, plus a demonic cultivator who has just entered the Creation Realm."

"Bring me their heads, and I will associate with you as an equal!"

The Elder guarding the pavilion stood with his hands behind his back.

His temperament was like a sword, its sharpness fully exposed.

"Good."

Meng Zhangqing did not hesitate. "Shall we go now?"

"Mm."

The Elder guarding the pavilion nodded.

At the same time, he threw out a map.

It contained relevant information.

After catching it, Meng Zhangqing turned instantly, without a trace of hesitation.

"This young man, hearing of a Creation Realm demonic cultivator, isn't he even a bit afraid?"

Gazing at Meng Zhangqing's back, the Elder guarding the pavilion was stunned.

Although that demonic cultivator had merely just entered the Creation Realm and had his strength reduced by at least half after being beaten by him, he was still of the Creation Realm and used True Essence.

Not something the Sea Opening Realm could compare to.

"Interesting."

The Elder guarding the pavilion did not think a prodigy disciple like Meng Zhangqing would act recklessly.

Most likely, he had the confidence to win.

"If he truly brings back the head, then this young man's strength is a bit too overwhelming, far beyond what is shown on the surface."

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A smile appeared on the face of the Elder guarding the pavilion.

In the twilight of life, to still meet such a prodigy junior is truly a cause for joy.

Moreover, the sword technique created by his master.

Has finally found a suitable successor.

Thinking this.

The Elder guarding the pavilion hummed a small tune and turned around.

But the next second, a voice sounded behind him, causing his pupils to shrink slightly.

"Brother Juewu."

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In the half-air, a golden sword light pierced through the clouds and broke the wind.

It was Meng Zhangqing.

He did not expect that a casual outing would yield such a great harvest.

Not only did he obtain the secret manual of the "Holy Spirit Slaughter Sword Art," but he even had the chance to add the Elder guarding the pavilion as a friend!

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