The Crazy Old Man's eyes narrowed further as he stared at the spatial ring and continued, "Can a mere 10 cubic meters hold so many treasures?"
One sentence made Jiang Fan's heart race. Although he could keep his emotions hidden, his slightly trembling eyes and slightly heavier breathing did not escape the discerning eyes of the Crazy Old Man, this amazing Spirit Master.
"Ahem, actually there aren't that many treasures. Those two treasure vaults just look bigger; there's not much inside."
Even Jiang Fan himself didn't believe what he was saying, but what could he do? He couldn't exactly say he had a system or a cheat code, could he?
The Crazy Old Man just stared at Jiang Fan without saying anything. This disciple had quite a few secrets, but he never asked about them.
"Fine, if you don't want to talk, I won't force you. But like I said, enough nonsense, give me a few dozen Spirit Weapon to use."
Seeing that the Crazy Old Man was no longer pressing for answers, Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, he didn't want to lie to the Crazy Old Man, but he couldn't tell the truth either.
"Dozens of them is impossible!" After rolling his eyes in exasperation, Jiang Fan took out the Spirit Weapon he had obtained from the Zhou Family Secret Realm and held it up to the Crazy Old Man.
"Then, this one."
The Crazy Old Man looked displeased. "Just one? You're being incredibly stingy! You'll never get a wife like that!"
"Oh, so be it. Women will only slow me down when I draw my sword," Jiang Fan said nonchalantly.
The Crazy Old Man had only intended to make a joke, but seeing how serious Jiang Fan was, he felt a pang of sympathy.
"You're not really planning to stay single, are you?"
"I told you, women will only slow down my speed in drawing my sword." Jiang Fan's tone was firm, his eyes even more determined, without a trace of joking.
The Crazy Old Man became even more anxious. "If you dare to remain a bachelor, I'll castrate you right now!"
Jiang Fan suddenly felt a chill beneath him. "Hey, you Crazy Old Man, what's wrong with you now? What does it matter to you whether I find a wife or not?"
"How can it not be related? I'm still waiting to hold my grandchildren, waiting for you to have two in three years, eight in ten, sixteen in twenty, and a hundred years—"
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Jiang Fan's lips twitched. He could barely accept having two children in three years, but eight in ten years, six in twenty years? What kind of nonsense was that? Did they think he was a monster? And a hundred years?!
Fortunately, he stopped the Crazy Old Man in time, otherwise he might have heard some other shocking things.
"This is the only one. Take it or leave it. If you don't want it, I'll take it back."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fan made a move to recall the Spirit Weapon.
The Crazy Old Man snatched it away, "Hey! When did I say I didn't want it?"
Something is better than nothing. Besides, this is Spirit Weapon! He's only ever gotten one in his life, and he destroyed it.
Let alone him, the entire Divine Wind Camp only has two or three in stock. That old bastard pope of the Church of Justice probably has no more than that. Only that freak, the Handsome Uncle, I don't know where he got so many Spirit Weapon.
Thinking of this, the Crazy Old Man looked at the sword-shaped Spirit Weapon in his hand and felt a pang of sorrow.
Although he had practiced some sword techniques and moves, and had read sword manuals when he was young, he did not possess a top-tier sword skill that could command respect and defeat enemies of higher ranks.
Let alone defeating enemies of a higher level, even when encountering opponents of the same level and strength, using this technique would be utterly useless.
"By the way, kid, I heard you say before that you learned a sword technique from this Spirit Weapon."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow. "You want to learn?"
These words sounded very strange to the Crazy Old Man, and he even had the urge to punch someone, but considering that the sword technique was created by the Handsome Uncle, he had to suppress it.
"Stop talking nonsense. I don't even use a sword. You just give me a sword without the corresponding sword techniques, so it's hard to make good use of it. Isn't that a waste? You should know that I did all this for you. Otherwise, I would be too lazy to learn this sword technique. Even if you were willing to teach me, I might not learn it. It would be a waste of my time for drinking and eating meat."
"Tsk tsk!"
Jiang Fan smacked his lips twice, then stared at the Crazy Old Man with an expression that said, "See if I believe you or not."
"You brat, what kind of look is that?"
The Crazy Old Man's cheeks flushed red, and he slapped Jiang Fan on the back of the head.
"You're only at the Early-Stage Fifth Rank, yet you dare to provoke the Pope of the Church of Justice, and that Crazy Old Woman from the Wang Family. She's the only one who's gone mad and mistook you for Handsome Uncle. One day, when she finds out you're not, believe me, with her temper, she could tear you to pieces and make you rich, rich, rich!"
To be honest, when the Pope was mentioned, Jiang Fan was worried but not too upset. However, when Wang Yao was mentioned, he immediately gasped.
hiss--
Terrifying!
"Alright, I'll teach you slowly when we get back to Fortress No. 1."
"What are you waiting for? Go back to Fortress No. 1 and teach me now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Crazy Old Man landed on the ground with Jiang Fan.
He had no intention of returning to Fortress No. 1. If people saw him being lectured by his apprentice, he would lose all face. Besides, he knew the most people there.
Jiang Fan was helpless, but it was already like this. He thought that this sword technique was simple anyway. He had learned it in one go in the Zhou Family Secret Realm. Teaching the Crazy Old Man sword technique wouldn't take much time.
"Alright, I'll type it out once, and you can watch carefully."
Jiang Fan took the Spirit Weapon back from the Crazy Old Man. The moment he gripped the hilt, the playful and relaxed expression on the young man's face vanished, replaced by calm and focus, as if he had suddenly become a different person.
This change caused the Crazy Old Man was preparing to study to be momentarily dazed.
In the hazy, indistinct light, a strange sense of familiarity, like a long-awaited reunion, arose in my heart.
Before he could truly grasp the source of this sense of familiarity, Jiang Fan made a move.
He raised the sword tip slightly, stomped his foot lightly, and a gentle breeze stirred the strands of hair on the boy's forehead.
The next second, Jiang Fan's eyes narrowed, and as he turned, the longsword unfolded smoothly from bottom to top.
hack.
tease.
prick.
point.
The moves were extremely simple.
It's also extremely simple.
At first glance, it looks like a child who has just picked up a sword and is casually playing with it.
However, every move, every stance, even the starting point, landing point, angle, and force of each move, contains the infinitely profound principles of swordsmanship.
For a moment, the Crazy Old Man was stunned, his eyes not even blinking, and his mouth was open and remained agape until Jiang Fan withdrew his move.
"I'm done. You've learned it, right? Now we'll go back."
Jiang Fan walked up to the Crazy Old Man and handed him the sword.
But after waiting for a long time, the Crazy Old Man didn't reach out to take the sword; he just stared at him blankly.
This appearance baffled Jiang Fan. "Is he possessed?"
They called out twice more, but the Crazy Old Man still didn't respond.