The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 110: Meet Yang Shui

Yang Jian's powerful instincts made it easy to detect things, even over long distances. Training for the sake of training that he runs makes his instincts sharpen. As of this moment, there was a strange feeling within Yang Jian. That feeling that even Yang Jian himself was so difficult to guess.

Perhaps this is not worth mentioning instinct, but rather the mind. Yang Jian's strange inner self forced Yang Jian to continue walking into an empty house that he had been to before. It was as if a voice was calling out to him from the house. Asking Yang Jian to come to him immediately.

Walking slowly, Yang Jian continued to step up. Opening the old door. The atmosphere of the empty house and the smell of termites greeted Yang Jian. Yang Jian continued to walk through the room until he unknowingly found an invisible portal on the wall of one of the rooms.

A portal that cannot even be seen with the naked eye and cannot be easily detected by any random person. But unlike Yang Jian, he was able to find the portal using his divine eyes.

Draining a sizable qi finally Yang Jian managed to enter the portal. Exiting the portal, Yang Jian found a staircase leading downwards with a width of approximately one meter. The stone walls and some torches became lights.

The further down the stairs the wider Yang Jian climbed. Until Yang Jian accidentally stepped on something on the ground,

"Sringgg!"

Simultaneously with Yang Jian raised his feet, just then also iron bars with pointed and sharp edges came out from the stone wall. Yang Jian's reflexes dodged the bars one by one, while spinning and rolling, Yang Jian nimbly avoided the bars.

There were about ten sharp bars coming out, after Yang Jian managed to secure himself, he walked back slowly but this time more alert and cautious.

On the other hand, Yang Shui who was meditating to recover energy instantly put on an alert and alert attitude. Yang Shui could feel an aura that Hongli and Zhisu did not possess approaching their residence.

Yang Shui, as the heir of the Yang Clan had the ability to detect one's aura. Such abilities were the hereditary abilities of the previous Emperor of the Yang Clan. However, as Yang Shui's condition and energy weakened, he became difficult to detect accurately.

The aura was getting closer, but Yang Shui felt that the aura he felt was so familiar and for some reason Yang Shui did not feel any danger from the aura in the slightest. Until Yang Shui subconsciously caught the silhouette of the young man who was at the end of the stairs.

Yang Shui's eyes clashed with the blue bead of the young man at the end of the stairs. Spontaneous Yang Shui stood up, his body stiffened and his eyes trembled strongly. While the young man was, the blue-faced young man looked at Yang Shui with an unreadable look.

That young man was Yang Jian. After making it through the stairs after the stairs Yang Jian finally arrived at a room. A much brighter room, a room inhabited by a woman. Women in light blue dresses, black mane of the back and bright blue beads.

Yang Jian's heart suddenly beat twice as fast. His body trembled violently as their eyes clashed. The woman looked into Yang Jian's eyes. That gaze, the typical gaze that Yang Jian had missed for so many years.

Time seems to stop walking. Letting both people drift in their gaze and feelings. Yang Shui was fixated, as if he had no energy to move, as if there was a powerful energy binding his feet firmly to the ground.

As for Yang Jian, he stepped slowly, so slowly. It felt as if the energy in Yang Jian's body was drained away just by staring at the blue bead. How-how long? A year, ten years? Yang Jian did not know, how long had he not looked into those eyes.

Yang Jian's feet continued to step, yet the gaze of his eyes continued to point towards the woman, Yang Shui. Even to blink though Yang Jian did not, worrying that if Yang Jian closed his eyes for a second then the woman would disappear from his sight.

It was not felt that Yang Jian had now stood before Yang Shui. None of them started to talk. Both Yang Shui and Yang Jian were silent. Until Yang Jian's body suddenly collapsed, Yang Shui gasped to see Yang Jian kneeling on the stone floor with his shoulders shaking violently.

As powerful as Yang Jian held back the turmoil within his chest, Still with a lowered position, Yang Jian stretched out his hands then clasped Yang Shui's ankles and unceremoniously kissed the back of his feet while speaking softly, Yang Jian said,

"My mom's home." Said Yang Jian in a choked voice.

Yang Jian's speech was followed by a drop of clear crystal that escaped from his eyelids. While Yang Shui, his defense collapsed and finally burst into tears, a sobbing and painful sobbing came out of his mouth. A longing cry filled Yang Jian, a sobbing that swept over Yang Jian's heart.

"I miss you, Mom." Yang Jian continued slowly still with a kneeling position. His voice even sounded like a whisper. The soft whisper that made Yang Shui's body slump down parallel to Yang Jian's. As powerful as Yang Shui raised both hands and then grabbed the body of the son of his puppet into his arms. Yang Jian returned Yang Shui's embrace, submerged his head and sought warmth in Yang Shui's embrace.

Yang Shui tightly hugged Yang Jian's sturdy body. Looking at her son's mature stature, Yang Shui's cries grew louder.

It hurts no matter how a woman feels that she has no chance of having children and being a mother. For Yang Shui, it was much more painful when women had the opportunity to be a mother but did not have the opportunity to be a real mother to accompany the growth and development of the child.

Yang Shui didn't have that chance. She only had the chance to conceive and give birth and saw Yang Jian grow up to seven years old. Afterwards Yang Jian tried himself to survive without his intervention. Yang Shui felt like a failure, failing to become a real mother to Yang Jian.

Yang Shui gently stroked Yang Jian's back, trying to calm him down. There were many things that Yang Shui wanted to say. Yang Shui yelled loudly and said that he missed his son too. But now what? Yang Shui wasn't even able to say a word. Just sobs coming out of his mouth.

Yang Shui tried to let go of both his hands to stare at Yang Jian's face. However Yang Shui's hand stopped in midair when he heard Yang Jian's remark back.

"Just a minute, Mom. Let me in your arms and treat my longing."