The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 111: Meeting

Long enough Yang Jian and Yang Shui hugged each other to treat each other's homesickness and channel each other's warmth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yang Shui said back as the two sat facing each other at the dining table. I don't know how many times Yang Shui said the same word. Yang Shui lowered his head deeply and muttered another apology softly.

Yang Jian sighed softly, his mother was so stubborn as to not apologize anymore. "It's okay, mom. I'm glad to see you back." Instead of feeling relieved, Yang Shui actually returned to crying, but this time without a sound. Unable to see the mother cry, Yang Jian walked around the table and stopped right beside Yang Shui.

"Calm mother." Yang Jian clasped Yang Shui's frail body into his embrace carefully, patted Yang Shui's back gently and calmed him down awkwardly. Just then Yang Shui was silent and his body started to calm down again.

After feeling calm, Yang Jian let go of his embrace. "Thank you." Said Yang Shui looking at Yang Jian while smiling sweetly. Smile full of tenderness. Although the condition of Yang Shui's body is now far from good, but the aura of a noble is still inherent in him.

Seeing that Yang Jian threw his head aside, avoiding his mother's gaze.

"Emmm!" Pounding briefly, Yang Jian scratched his non-itchy neck and nodded awkwardly. After that, they sat back in their seats. The awkwardness again enveloped the room for some time before a surprise attack led to Yang Jian.

"Clingg!"

Yang Jian repelled the surprise attack using his bare hands. Coinciding with that came a pair of humans from the end of the stairs and approached Yang Jian and Yang Shui with alarm and sharpened eyes.

Before the arrival of the surprise attack, Yang Jian had sensed the presence of an aura that was running close to them, but because the aura was not strong enough for Yang Jian, it was not, he did nothing until the aura appeared.

While Yang Shui, himself felt the presence of two people he knew approaching, that was why Yang Shui was acting so ordinary. However it was unexpected that the two people would attack Yang Jian all of a sudden.

Seeing the caution shown by Zhisu and Hongli while staring at Yang Jian, Yang Shui immediately spoke up before anything untoward happened.

"Calm down! He's my son." Yang Shui said softly, his voice softened and immediately resuscitated Hongli to circulate his vigilance. Upon hearing that, Hongli breathed a sigh of relief, as did Zhisu.

"I'm sorry, Young Master. We're just acting for self-protection." Said Hongli while staring at Yang Jian and followed by Zhisu, then they walked towards the table and sat on the two remaining seats, Hongli sat next to Yang Jian and Zhisu on Yang Shui's side.

Yang Jian frowned looking at the two people, as Hongli greeted him, Yang Jian only silently stared at Hongli intensely, even as Hongli walked up to the table and sat next to him Yang Jian followed his movements.

Looking at Yang Jian's manner, Hongli felt perplexed. 'What is this boy doing?' Inner Hongli did not like. "I've apologized, is something bothering you, Young Master?" Hongli asked then as Yang Jian still did not take his gaze away from him.

"Teacher Chang An." Yang Jian muttered softly, as soon as Yang Jian said those three words, hongli's aura turned dark and within seconds Hongli grabbed the long sword perched beside the fireplace then aimed the sword eye right at Yang Jian's neck.

But before the sword managed to get close to Yang Jian, as fast as Yang Shui's lightning flipped the table, grabbed Yang Jian's hand, pulled him back and made his body a shield. And with quick movement. Yang Shui held back Hongli's sword using a sword.

Everything passed quickly, Hongli's sword and Yang Shui's sword met with quite a violent pressure, can Yang Shui feel his right hand tremble slightly and numb to his bones. Yang Shui's weak body made himself feel excruciating pain just to dispel Hongli's sword attack.

Yang Shui's eyes narrowed sharply, his body aura turning gripping. Hongli could feel an aura of anger clearly visible from Yang Shui's increasingly sharpened gaze. "How dare you raise your sword to my son!" Yang Shui said with great emphasis. His originally soft voice turned cold and gripping.

Hongli's body suddenly stiffened, not expecting Yang Shui's change to go so far as to be able to intimidate him. The Yang Shui that they had cared for for so many years was so weak and helpless, even as Yang Shui opened his eyes, Yang Shui looked like a fragile ordinary human being.

But what he saw now, Yang Shui turned into a ferocious tiger trying to protect his son from the hunters. Hongli gulped roughly, Yang Shui's sharp gaze making Hongli even more wary, yet not the slightest bit of Hongli reduced the murderous aura within him.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian who was behind Yang Shui was stunned. Gently gazing at Yang Shui's fragile little back that frothy was protecting him. There was a warm feeling radiating within Yang Jian.

Indeed Yang Jian knew that Hongli did not really intend to slash the sword at his neck, as seen from Hongli's slow sword movements and did not have any killing intent at all. Yang Jian could see if Hongli only wanted to bully him, yet who would have thought that Yang Shui would go that far.

On the other hand, more precisely Zhisu, seeing Yang Shui and Hongli being in a gripping atmosphere made her panic. Quickly, Zhisu approached her husband then grabbed Hongli's hand to lower her sword.

"What are you doing? Put down your sword immediately."

Hongli flinched, holding his breath slowly, Hongli looked at Yang Jian who was standing behind Yang Shui's body. Due to the difference in height of Yang Jian's body with Yang Shui's one human head, Hongli could easily see Yang Jian's calm face. There was no sense of alertness and fear even from the look on his face, it made Hongli feel strange and curious at the same time.

Turning his gaze slightly down on Yang Jian, Hongli could feel the increasingly sharpening terrifying aura from Yang Shui, even a flash of anger still clearly visible in Yang Shui's eyes that were starting to close.

"Brukkk!"

A second later Yang Shui's body suddenly flashed and fell down, lucky Yang Jian immediately caught Yang Shui's body and carried him onto the bed. Seeing Yang Shui being kept unconscious, Hongli hurriedly kept back his sword. Seen the anxious face of Zhisu and followed Yang Jian to the bed.