The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 120: Hunting III

The name for power above all else, who is strong then he who will be powerful and who is strong will be respected is true. Now it was evident to see how the attitude of the six cultivators who were with Yang Jian changed. Those who had always invited Yang Jian to talk were now only speechless. And even to breathe though they seemed cautious. Afraid that the sound of their breathing would disturb Yang Jian's calmness.

Yang Jian realized that, yet he looked unperturbed, once again Yang Jian was not the type of person who dizzied the response of others.

The hunt continued into the night. And there were already countless numbers of hunting results they had obtained, ranging from a hundred-year-old demon to a five hundred-year-old. All they got in the same way, where Yang Jian only needed to stare at the demon and conquer it through the gaze. Then Ling's group killed the demon and stored it into the storage room.

Even Yang Jian gave the other five storage rings to Ling and his partner to deviate the other hunted results because the previous ring already had no space left.

Now each member has one dimensional ring on their finger and each has their own stealth contents. Ling and his group unceasingly thanked Yang Jian for being kind enough to help with the hunt and even reward them with dimensional rings.

"We really don't deserve this Senior." Ling said uneasy when Yang Jian said that they could have the ring. Yes, now they even called Yang Jian as a senior. And of course Yang Jian did not mind the call.

The dimensional ring that Yang Jian gave off was indeed not a rare dimensional ring, but rather a dimensional ring whose storage space was only about six times six meters. Where only inanimate objects can be stored in the ring. But that did not mean that the ring could be easily possessed by Outer Disciples like them, which was what caused Ling and his group to feel heavyheartedly accepting it.

"I have more than that. No need to hesitate, Brother Ling." Reply Yang Jian was calm, the six cultivators were about to kowtow to Yang Jian but were immediately rejected by him and said if it was no big deal. In the end Ling and his group received the ring with great joy and asked Yang Jian to call them if Yang Jian needed help.

"It's late we better hurry to get home." Ling then asked his companion to leave the forest.

Now they had arrived at the mission-counting post, where the Cultivators gathered the hunting grounds to count. It aimed to calculate the number of points based on the number of hunted results, and the points collected would be exchanged for middle to high level science training within the sect based on the large number of points. Given how much hunting results the Ling group obtained thanks to the role of Yang Jian made the smiles on their faces continue to crack.

"Well, who is in front of me right now? What someone starts to give up and lose before starting." The disparaging voice again sounded, the same voice that Yang Jian had heard earlier. The voice suddenly made everyone in the mission post shift their focus to look at the two groups of young cultivators who were charging at each other hostile gazes. Who else if open Ling group and Lin Fei group.

"You arrived quickly, don't tell me if you're going home empty-handed?" A thunderous laughter now echoed from Lin Fei's group which actually made people stare at Ling's group's sinister eyes.

"Let's count your game." The voice of the mission post guards interrupted the feud between the two groups, or rather Lin Fei's group, because Ling's group did not open their voices at all.

With a haughty Lin Fei snorted forward towards the mission counting table, staring at the lopsided Ling group with a condescending look.

"Good catch, Junior Lin Fan." Praise one of the mission post guards who certainly made Lin Fei's chin even higher. The few groups that had finished handing over their hunting results stared in awe as well as envy at Lin Fei's group's hunting results. Because again they get a satisfying hunt, even today their catch has increased to fifteen.

Yang Jian stared lazily at the fifteen demon tails, Yang Jian did not understand where Lin Fei's arrogance came from just with the results of the hunt.

After Lin Fei's group finished counting the hunting results and the addition of the number of points, it was now Ling's group's turn to advance. Lin Fei started provoking Ling's group which made the other group stare down. Ling's hands clenched firmly hearing the scorn around him.

Ling turned his gaze towards Yang Jian, feeling Ling's gaze, Yang Jian pulled the corner of his lips upwards forming a cruel grin. The grin that makes Ling's hair bristles. Ling immediately threw away his gaze as now his body began to tremble in fear.

"Look how embarrassing that coward is." Said Lin Fei staring at Ling's shoulders which seemed to tremble and the clear facial water showed fear. Hearing Lin Fei's innuendo made Ling sigh deeply.

Ling scared? Yes, Ling was really scared. But what he was afraid of was not Lin Fei but a shadow of the final result of Yang Jian's grin. Given how Yang Jian smiled obliquely while conquering the previous demons, for Ling Yang Jian's ruthless grin was the code to uproot the lives of any creature that bothered him.

After neutralizing the roar of his breath, Ling nodded respectfully towards the two senior mission post guards. "Can you give us more space?" Ling's question made people confused, even Lin Fei laughed out loud.

"Are you out of your mind? How can you ask for more space. Look how proud you are." Sindir Lin Fei and replied to a nod by the people around her.

But the two senior colonizers of the post did not show any dislike at all, they clearly looked at Ling seriously and found out that Ling was serious about his words just now.

"Stop away!" The order of one of the mission post guards made the other group gawk and want to protest. But the sharp gaze of the post guard made them puff up and unobtrusive back a few steps leaving a fairly wide place.

Ling thanked him before he started to take out the hunted from his dimension ring.

"Brukkk!"

The loud pounding sound of deer stealth with numbers reaching fifty hundred years old with the ground made the mission post instantly silent.