The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 101: Stone Town

In total there are ten tents with each size able to accommodate hundreds of people. It is inappropriate to call a tent considering its size, but they set it up exactly like a tent. Yang Jian began to search the contents of the tent one by one until the fifth tent, but Yang Jian found nothing meaningful.

Not wanting to waste any time, Yang Jian raised his right hand into the air, just as a sizable qi slowly emerged from Yang Jian's palm, a reddish orange. When the collected qi was enough, Yang Jian pointed his hand right at the tents.

The fiery red flames shot rapidly towards the ten tents, devouring the tents bit by bit. Then from Yang Jian's left hand came a sizable wind leading to the flames that started to grow. The wind supported the fire, a second later, the fire grew bigger until it flared up. Scorch the tents in a period of a few minutes.

"Poor baked goods." Yang Jian muttered in a dramatic tone. Satisfied with the event of roasting him Yang Jian turned his back on leaving the location. Inwardly Yang Jian smirked in satisfaction imagining how the black flow cultivators would react to seeing their charred tents.

Darted rapidly through the air and approached the location of the fight. Yang Jian seemed to have forgotten his initial destination towards the east of Stone City. Can't Yang Jian imagine how many innocent human lives would be lost today.

Although it could not help much, at least Yang Jian was able to reduce the death rate right?

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"Where are we? This doesn't look like a house?" Yang Shui scanned the room back after he no longer felt Yang Jian's existence. It felt like Yang Shui ran to meet Yang Jian, but given his condition that not even being able to walk undo Yang Shui's intentions and decided to recuperate first.

"This is the basement, Mrs Yang." Sahut Hongli's. Hongli began to explain that the place they were in right now was not too far from land. About fifteen meters. Hongli added that they woke up right under the old building and had secret access if they wanted to enter the basement. And they used this room as their hiding place for many years, as well as the place where Yang Shui fell asleep.

Yang Shui mangosteen heard Hongli's explanation. He did not ask further why the couple was hiding. "After the Madam recovers, we will help as much as possible to find your son." Said Zhisu in the end.

Just like Yang Shui, neither Zhisu nor Hongli asked about Yang Shui's background, why he fell asleep for so long as a dead person. They feel that everyone has their own secrets that must be kept in meetings.

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Back to Stone Town. Yang Jian who had arrived at the side of the fight was greeted by some desperate cultivators of the Cloud Dragon Sect, some of them were seriously injured with many blood spots staining their clothes.

'Swushhh!'

Suddenly a fast moving gale struck several black flow cultivators who were trying to kill the cultivators of the Cloud Dragon Sect.

'Bruk.'

The sound of the body pounding the cultivators black stream with the ground accompanied by a burst of fresh blood. It all happened suddenly, in a matter of seconds.

Now Yang Jian stood gallantly against the four Cloud Dragon Sect cultivators who were in a desperate state. As if he was making himself a shield. The four cultivators who had previously closed their eyes and resignedly received the attack then opened their eyes when it felt that no attack was approaching.

The silhouette of the black-robed young man with a silver mane waving in the wind became the first sight to welcome their sight.

"Can you back off for a moment, Mister and Miss?" Asked Yang Jian firmly.

"Hey beautiful man, you really have the guts to disturb my prey." One of the black flow cultivators laughed faintly towards Yang Jian. Yang Jian's intense beat from head to toe. "Aren't you a cultivator?" The same man again asked, frowning confusedly when he realized there was no radiance of qi from within Yang Jian's body.

"You-" Yang Jian deliberately hung up his words. Staring casually at the few youths who stood haughtily with disdainful gazes before Yang Jian. Twelve youths with early master cultivator practices.

"Yes we-" The same man answered Yang Jian's words still with his cynical smile. However, Yang Jian's words further made the twelve cultivators both furious and emotional.

"Too much talk!" Yang Jian casually silenced them. "Si*lan! I'm gonna kill you." Said the young man who had previously insulted Yang Jian. His countenance darkened, dashing rapidly towards Yang Jian while brandishing his sword eyes right into Yang Jian's face.

"Gee, that young man is really tired of living!"

"He had no idea that Senior Leng's sword had taken hundreds of lives."

When the distance of the tip of the sword stayed one inch with Yang Jian's face. Still with his standing position, Yang Jian casually rebuffed Senior Leng's attack, flanking the sword with his two fingers. Just contact Yang Jian's treatment shocked the cultivators who were at the location.

"Isn't he just a human being?"

"Yes, why would that young man be able to easily catch Senior Leng's sword?"

Senior Leng himself was petrified, not moving the slightest item. Staring at his sword which was still clinging to Yang Jian's two fingers. Then Senior Leng turned his gaze to Yang Jian's face. Senior Leng's black bead collided with Yang Jian's blue bead.

The blue bead that always shone flat, but unfortunately looked deep and deadly to Senior Leng. His painstaking self was trying to take his eyes off of the deadly blue bead belonging to Yang Jian. But Yang Jian's eyes were like magnets that pulled Senior Leng down into the bottom of the ocean.

The trouble Senior Leng swallowed his saliva, cold sweat began to appear at the temple with a frozen body. Seior Leng's face was overwhelmed with fear and anxiety.

"Dead!" Yang Jian muttered softly, so his voice looked like it was whispering.

Along with Yang Jian's words, suddenly Senior Leng's body slowly decayed to the ground. Little by little fresh blood came out from both sides of Senior Leng's mouth.

Not stopping there, as fast as lightning Yang Jian grabbed a white short blade from behind his black robe.

'Jlebb!'

Now the short knife stuck beautifully in Senior Leng's chest followed by the collapse of his body to the ground. A sign that Senior Leng's life journey has just finished. There was not the slightest bit of fear from Yang Jian's countenance.

Now Yang Jian's gaze turned toward the other eleven black-flow cultivators who were still frozen staring at their fellow-colleagues who had lost their lives. Yang Jian Sweeped the view as if he was passing on the next inhabitant of the afterlife.