The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 113: Introduction

The news of the collapse of Stone City soon spread rapidly throughout the Qin Empire even to the countryside. This news also did not escape the spotlight of the news of the other three empires. The news spread quickly and became a hot topic in all circles. Not only that, the news of the appearance of the Demon Lord who controlled hundreds of demon kings and queens as the savior of Stone City also quickly crept.

Many people are very interested in this topic. Not a few people also admitted that they were the Demon Lord that was spoken of. But of course it is only considered the wind then by everyone who hears.

Everyone began to speculate that the assault on Stone City by the black-flow sect was because the Stone City side hid their Young Master. Hearing if one of the elders of the black stream himself said during the attack if the purpose of their arrival was to find the Young Master.

Although this information has not been confirmed by the Batu City itself, but the speculation has spread widely and swallowed raw.

For the Batu City itself to close itself from the outside, the reason to rebuild Batu City makes it difficult for outsiders to find information about the truth behind the attack.

A week has passed after the end of the attack, now Batu City began to open access in and out at certain points and is closely monitored. This access serves as an entry point for reinforcements from outside parties, including food needs, clothing, and tools and materials development improvements that take place from today.

Unlike the Stone City which was preoccupied with the process of repair and resurrection, Yang Jian was still trying hard to restore Yang Shui's condition.

It has been a week since the start of treatment. Various pills and high-level herbs prepared have been consumed. But until now there have been no signs if Yang Shui regained consciousness even though his condition gradually recovered.

In order to speed up the healing process, Yang Jian inserted Yang Shui into the Heavenly World, then ordered the demon kings and queens to let Yang Shui soak in the Qi Pool as well as keep an eye on Yang Shui every second of the day.

The disappearance of Yang Shui from sight made Hongli and Zhisu round their eyes. Their entire faces showed great shock. Even they held their long breaths while witnessing something impossible to imagine.

Despite the shock of the two, both Zhisu and Hongli stared at Yang Jian's horror. How could one be able to eliminate something a blink of an eye like that.

Unknowingly having made a huge sensation, Yang Jian casually turned his back to the table where Zhisu and Hongli were staring at him. A gaze that implied a deep fear, like looking at the King Yama.

Ignoring the gazes of the two, Yang Jian got up and walked to the table. A straight and firm step. Then Yang Jian sat on one of the chairs quietly. It is as if you do not have the burden of life.

On the table were three cups of tea with a special fragrance of freshly brewed tea, raising one eyebrow, Yang Jian stared at one glass before him which was still reflecting a thin white smoke. Gracefully Yang Jian lifted the tea glass then sipped it slowly while closing his eyes as if he was permeating the taste of the tea.

All of Yang Jian's movements did not escape the supervision of Zhisu and Hongli, elegant and classy movements. It was as if emphasizing clearly if Yang Jian was a noble. Now both of them had complicated expressions towards Yang Jian.

"Want to ask something." Yang Jian asked after putting back his tea. Despite speaking softly, Yang Jian's voice sounded deep and resolute.

"That's-who are you?" Silent for quite a while Hongli finally spoke stuttering, there were many things he wanted to ask but somehow dealing with Yang Jian made him intimidated.

Be quiet!

"I just want to clarify something, but I don't have the confidence in you to ask further." Hongli still had doubts about Yang Jian's identity, not wanting to be rash if Yang Jian was one of the people who were eyeing their deaths.

"I'm not a part of them."

Both Zhisu and Hongli raised their heads, their expressions becoming more and more complicated. Yang Jian was like a god capable of reading human hearts and minds. 'Who is this young man? How could he understand what I was thinking?' Ask Hongli inwardly.

The shock of Zhisu and Hongli in disregarding Yang Jian, instead Yang Jian returned to sipping his tea calmly. Then it turned slightly facing Zhisu and Hongli. Unexpectedly, still in a seated position Yang Jian bowed respectfully.

As the waters of Zhisu and Hongli's faces changed, their expressions grew more complicated. Seeing the dangerous young man bending over made their minds flutter and was struck by a tremendous shock, but not stopping there, they were again startled by Yang Jian's next remark.

"Greetings to Mr. Chang Hongli and Mrs Shing Zhisu." Said Yang Jian then straightened his back.

"Ba-how can it be?" Hongli suddenly stood up quickly, until the chair he had previously sat on was flipped back.

"Please sit down, Mr. Chang Hongli. Enjoy tea! I guess we'll have a pretty long conversation." Said Yang Jian calmly. Yang Jian's calmness made Chang Hongli's heart even more uncertain, Hongli looked at the wife, his entire face paled.

Chang Hongli's mind raged, he didn't even know if the young man before him was on his side or not. But considering that Yang Jian was able to recognize the two made Chang Hongli even more wary.

Gathering up courage, Chang Hongli finally asked, "How did you recognize us? Oh no, how do you recognize Chang An?" Chang Hongli asked in full search.

"He's my teacher."

The two words that came out of Yang Jian's mouth made the two of them again shocked for the umpteenth time. "But how can? How can my son have a disciple like Mr. Seph-..." Shing Zhisu had yet to finish his remark, Chang Hongli first silenced Shing Zhisu with an awkward smile. Chang Hongli shook his head softly towards Shing Zhisu gesturing for him to not say anything.

"That kid, if we can figure out how old you are now?" Hongli asked started to relax.

"About twenty-one years, Mr. Chang." Although he did not understand, Yang Jian still replied to Chang Hongli's words.

Hearing Yang Jian's words made the two hold their breath with an awkward expression.

'What kind of situation is this? Where did Chang An find this monster?' Thought Chang Hongli.

'Either I should laugh or cry at this time.' Inner Shing Zhisu smiled awkwardly while scratching his non-itchy nape.