The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 131: Yang Shui Woke Up

The young man again reached out to help him. Her heroic actions and zero-tolerance attitude made the opponent feel desperately intimidated. The cold and indifferent aura he exuded made the opponent a little skeptical. Even Qin Lienhua himself felt a tremble instantly.

Until the young man gave him a fragrant bottle, Qin Lienhua only realized that the young man was none other than the young man who had saved him a few years ago. Qin Lienhua's feelings seemed complicated, for some reason Qin Lienhua did not know what to say. Dissolving in his daydream made the young man leave from before him. After so many years, Qin Lienhua finally reunited with the young man, Yang Jian.

Returning to the Heavenly World, Yang Jian continued his training. However this time Yang Jian increased his training portion by twofold. Passing through the limits of his body and the limits of his abilities up to Yang Jian was unable to stand up anymore.

After time passed, Yang Jian finally finished his training session. Now the foundation of the Early Cultivator Grandmaster Yang Jian had been at the strongest level. And for Cultivators of the Early Legend level, it did not rule out the possibility that Yang Jian would win the fight without the slightest wavering.

After recovering his energy, Yang Jian returned to the cave where Yang Shui was lying, Yang Shui's body had fully recovered, only that his life energy still seemed weak. It's only a matter of time to get back to its original state.

Yang Jian seemed satisfied with Yang Shui's healing development. Unknowingly Yang Jian was so looking forward to the day that Yang Shui reopened his eyes. Many things Yang Jian wanted to ask Yang Shui. How was his life all this time? Did he sleep well? Did Yang Shui eat enough? Or the...

Yang Jian let out a long sigh, his expressionless face slightly showing complexity. Yang Jian never expected that Yang Shui's state would give complicated emotions to him.

"Engh..."

A small and delicate groan sounded faintly, Yang Jian looked at Yang Shui with a slight ripple on his face. Yang Shui frowned and his closed eyeballs started to swirl in agitation. It was as if something terrifying was approaching him.

Seeing that, Yang Jian's gaze was a little complicated, he hurriedly extended his hand and exuded qi into Yang Shui's body to help him calm down. Slowly, Yang Shui's originally tightened face began to loosen.

A pair of flickering eyelashes flickered like a small fan, raising her eyelids, Yang Shui's clear black bead slowly came into sight and immediately met Yang Jian's blue bead.

An indescribable feeling immediately filled Yang Jian's heart when met with Yang Shui's dazed gaze. However it only lasted a second, Yang Jian cleared his throat lightly and returned to his usual face. As if that had never happened before.

"Is Mom okay?" Yang Jian's magnetic voice that was always cold and flat sounded softer than usual.

Yang Shui was still trying to stabilize his energy before getting up to sit down with the help of Yang Jian. Looking around, Yang Shui felt foreign, and finally looked at the young man who was on the side with a complicated look.

Longing, regret, guilt mixed into one. Yang Shui's eyeball slightly shook, upon hearing Yang Jian's question, Yang Shui was slightly stunned. The clear black bead slowly reddened, until a puddle of clear water filled his entire eyes. And his body began to tremble lightly trying to resist the feeling of tightness that was slowly oozing out from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Jian was slightly depressed looking at Yang Shui's helpless appearance. But Yang Jian did not know what to do, he had never experienced such a problem. Although Yang Jian had remembered his life with Yang Shui while in the Yang Clan, it had been a long time and was a bit foreign to Yang Jian.

All along, what was refreshing in Yang Jian's memory was how to deal with the sea of ferocious and wild demons. How was the sensation of slashing demons one after another with his sword to death. And how to conquer a group of creatures into a puddle of corpses.

Did Yang Jian have to tell Yang Shui if he had been fine all along and had a large army of demon kings and queens accompanying him?

For a while Yang Jian was confused.

"Yang Jian's..." The soft and gentle call awakened Yang Jian from his complicated thinking. No doubt as to when, Yang Shui's snow-white skin had long been soaked by the puddles of tears that kept falling like rainwater. The watery eyeballs stared at Yang Jian longingly.

"Yang Jian's..." Once again the call was heard without any response from Yang Jian. Yang Shui's body trembled even more violently and the sound of sobbing cries made Yang Jian's heart seem to be pinched by invisible hands.

Suddenly Yang Jian's mind floated in his moment with his foster father in the Valley of Hell, just then Yang Jian felt lost and sobbed. To calm down, Yang Jian was hugged softly by his adoptive father. Yang Jian recalled the feeling of calmness when hugged.

Yang Jian looked at Yang Shui who was downcast and sobbed softly. Her body looked petite, delicate and soft. Then Yang Jian turned to stare at his sturdy and powerful arm. Subconsciously Yang Jian frowned.

Mother's body is too tiny, is it able to hold her big, strong arms? What if you feel pain and cry harder? Will you be disappointed in him and leave him?

Yang Jian thought for so long that suddenly Yang Jian felt a gentle figure leaning on his sturdy shoulder, a pure and soothing scent slowly entering Yang Jian's nose. It turned out that Yang Shui was leaning against Yang Jian's arm with his head bowed, like a soft cotton ball.

Raising his hands slowly, Yang Jian carefully placed one of his hands onto Yang Shui's back, as if if he exerted a little more strength it would break his back.

After adjusting his strength, Yang Jian slowly patted Yang Shui's back slowly to calm him down.

"It's okay mom." Yang Jian slowly said.

"All will be well." Continue in a softer tone but with firm conviction.

Hearing that made Yang Shui start to calm down, his trembling body slowly loosened and tears started to stop flowing.

Time passed and Yang Shui sighed lightly, not knowing how long Yang Shui leaned on Yang Jian's arm until he calmed down.

"It's nice to see you back." Shrill Yang Shui with a slightly hoarse voice after crying for quite a long time.