The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 129: Regulations II

"Si-who are you?" A young man dared to speak. His quivering black bead tried to stare at the foreign youth before him. As the young man stared at Yang Jian's blue bead, the young man lowered his head. His face was deathly central and cold sweat was increasingly pouring down. Those eyes are too scary.

Yang Jian observed if the disciples before him were at the level of a peak Warior Cultivator. That was why they were so depressed the instant Yang Jian's aura suppressed them.

Meanwhile, Qin Lienhua pulled Chen Tianzy back to stay away from the radius where Yang Jian's gripping aura did not hit them. Yet Qin Lienhua and Chen Tianzy's bodies seemed to tremble slightly as they involuntarily felt depressed.

"I don't want to reduce the number of White Cloud Sect disciples."

Yang Jian's calm speech made the ears of the disciples who were bulldozing Brother Ling's group buzz. They know their lives are threatened.

"What do you think?" Yang Jian glanced at Brother Ling using his eye tail. Brother Ling seemed to be fluttering in reply to Yang Jian.

Now the gazes of the bully disciples were pointing towards Brother Ling. Their life and death are now in the hands of the young man they call trash.

Brother Ling was stunned for a moment, even his lips as if they were locked tightly without knowing what to react to.

Yang Jian did not show any expression.His calm and deep eyes made it difficult for anyone to guess his mood. The fine hair that fell on the side of his cold forehead showed indifference and boredom. It made Brother Ling even more nervous.

"Should I wait longer." The words contained a lazy tone and a cold feeling, making the blood of the bullies rustle violently.

"I believe you." As soon as Brother Ling's voice fell. The world of the bullies seemed to collapse, pale faces accompanied by cold sweat soaked the skulls of their skin.

Yang Jian chuckled softly, raised his hands lazily and restored the fine hair that had fallen on his forehead. His movements were so slow and graceful. Showing a self that is so extraordinary and unreachable.

Qin Lienhua and Chen Tianzy could not turn their gazes away from the important object ahead there. Listen to every word and see every action. There was a serious expression that emanated from the look on the faces of the two other girls of the generation.

As soon as the decree descended, within seconds the entire Disciple Within the White Cloud Sect lay on the ground, their entire bodies were enveloped in a ferocious aura that made anyone shudder in horror. Slowly the blood drips slowly until smoothly from each pore of the skin. The bloody scene finally happened as well, and Yang Jian's expression remained as calm as it was at the beginning.

After taking care of the bully disciples, Yang Jian threw some pills at Brother Ling for consumption. Brother Ling and his partner said many thanks before dying early.

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Currently Yang Jian was condensing into the Heavenly World. First of all, Yang Jian checked on Yang Shui's condition, looking for signs that were much better than before. The red hue and steady roar of breath indicate that Yang Shui's body condition is expected to recover in the near future.

Not wanting to waste much time, Yang Jian walked towards the qi pond then slowly took off his outer robe leaving behind a thin, transparent black cloth that printed clearly his abdominal muscles as well as his field chest.

Dipping his feet into the pool water, Yang Jain ended up drowning his entire body into the pool and left only his head above the water.

The hot sensation however slowly flowed through the pores of Yang Jian's skin, until it spread throughout his body. Yang Jian clenched his hands trying to suppress the pain that was gnawing at his body. It did not take long for Yang Jian to normalize the condition of his body.

Now the radiating heat is changed and replaced with a refreshing sensation. Yang Jian could feel the turbulent flow of pure qi within the dantiannyan and spread throughout his body. Accompanied by a body that is getting stronger.

The blood of the demon king and queen that fused with the blood in Yang Jian's body made his aura even more majestic, his body emitting a cold and untouchable feeling. There is a huge wall that stands in the way between him and the outside world.

After quite a soak, Yang Jian returned wearing new clothes and a new robe. And with one flick of his hand, his long mane that was exposed to the pool water became dry as if it had never come into contact with water before. A light breeze slowly blew and swept out Yang Jian's soft silver mane.

Outside the cave, Yang Jian picked up one brownish-colored book. The book looks old, but still quite well maintained. Yang Jian opened up sheet by sheet of the book, his slender, scrawny fingers moving in a daze above gracefully. It contrasts with the color of the book.

The book was a high-level swordsmanship that Xiao Ming had handed down to him. Currently Yang Jian was still studying the science at the third level and stopped due to the stealth hunt he had done a few years before.

Yang Jian slowly meditated and read the book slowly and calmly, Yang Jian had understood the entire contents of the book before, now Yang Jian only needed to preach and practice it. Yang Jian intended to train the science to the last level to perfect his swordsmanship.

That way, Yang Jian would have the confidence to return to the Yang Clan and reclaim what should be his and Yang Shui's. As well as being able to clean the dirty blood that stained the Yang Clan.

Recalling that, Yang Jian's eyes grew sharper and more violent. The aura throughout his body turned dark. With a single sword in his right hand, Yang Jian started to put up the early horses. Then slowly began to move slowly following the instructions of the contents of the book.

Yang Jian's sharp movements and nodding flowed simultaneously, his sharp sword eyes moving freely slashing through the empty space as if every enemy was in the place. Yang Jian's sharp bead slowly, yet it did not make Yang Jian's movements any weaker.

Precisely more and more time, Yang Jian's sword seemed to emit a huge energy capable of penetrating anything. Yang Jian continued to move freely while closing his eyes. Increases his swordsmanship to a certain level and level. Yang Jian's movements had passed through the fourth level of the science, yet it seemed that Yang Jian did not want to stop and continued to move following the instructions of the book's contents with his strong instincts.

The longer, Yang Jian's movements grew faster and more uncontrollable. His complicated movements made Yang Jian look like a sword that moved freely and uncontrollably.