The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 56: Confusion.

At a long table near the window, there were three children of different ages. In front of the three boys precisely on the table has been neatly arranged various kinds of food and drinks of various types, smells and flavors that can arouse the taste of anyone.

Yang Jian looked at Jiji and Yiyi who were sitting sweetly before him without touching the food in the slightest.

"Why not eat? Don't you like it?"

"No, brother, not like that. We ate and we were starving."

'kruyukkk.' The sound of Jiji's stomach stopped his speech, the mouth could lie but the stomach did not. Jiji scratched the back of his head feeling embarrassed with a reddened face.

"I know you are hungry. If you don't eat it I'm really disappointed." Yang Jian was weaving his lower lips which looked extremely adorable.

Yiyi looked at Yang Jian's calming blue bead which somehow made her unable to resist Yang Jian.

Plus Yang Jian's expression that seemed to sulk if his desire was rejected made Yiyi look at the older brother spoiledly asking for his approval.

"Alright, thank you brother Yang." After that Jiji and Yiyi started eating their food voraciously, but their eating habits were very polite and not straw. Yang jian knew that the two children before him had originally come from fulfilled families.

It felt like Yang Jian knew more about Jiji and Yiyi, but Yang Jian did not want to cross his boundaries which they might not want to discuss with a stranger like Yang Jian.

It didn't take long for them to have completed the body's energy-recharging ceremony, it seemed that some of the food was still intact on the table.

"Have you guys finished eating?" Yiyi and Jiji nodded slowly in response to Yang Jian's words. Then Yang Jian asked them to follow him into Yang Jian's room. Although they were a little confused, they followed Yang Jian without showing any protest.

"Aunt Meng, please pack this food and make some food exactly the same as the previous one, after that drop it into my room!"

Madam Meng nodded her head in agreement to Yang Jian's request, without being asked twice Madame Meng quickly executed her request.

Yang Jian could see Madam Meng's change in attitude towards him, Yang Jian obviously knew of it, yet Yang Jian did not care at all.

Arriving inside the room, Yang Jian took out two light brown-colored robes from within the dimensional ring he had brought with him when he first set foot in the Valley of Hell. Perhaps the ring was a gift his family gave him before throwing him into the valley.

Throw away? Somehow those words made Yang Jian a little disappointed, but on one hand felt grateful that through it he was met with a kind and sincere father figure like Xiao Ming.

"Clean yourself." Yang Jian handed the robes one by one to Jiji and Yiyi without even looking at them. But they did not accept Yang Jian's gift. Feeling curious, Yang Jian turned his gaze to Jiji and Yiyi.

Yang Jian frowned looking at Jiji and Yiyi who continued to look at him without blinking with their mouths wide open.

"Ehm!"

Deheman Yang Jian resuscitated them from the shock that had taken hold of them just a moment ago.

"I don't see anything up there brother." Yiyi raised her head staring at the ceiling of the room Yang Jian frothy looking for if there was a god attached up there.

"Hurry to clean yourself up. And wait for brother here." Without intending to explain, Yang Jian put the robe in his hands on the bed and walked out of the room leaving Jiji and Yiyi who were still filled with huge question marks.

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"Nonsense, who did this? Who would have dared to kill my beloved daughter?"

Jingjing's father's loud voice echoed throughout the room, where Jingjing's corpse was joined to her head. On the left side of Jingjing's father, Jingjing's mother cried roaring while holding her daughter's corpse.

"Jing'er, you're a bad boy and a bitch, but I still love you, son. Don't leave mom." Jingjing's mother wept lamenting her daughter's fate.

Until 'Brukkk.' Jingjing's mother fell unconscious.

The village chief's bodyguards immediately brought their mistress to her room to rest. His daughter died and now his wife fainted making Jingjing's father scream in anger. His eyes were reddened and his hands clenched hard to the point that old veins protruded on his fists.

"Quick say! Who did this to my daughter?"

Everyone who was in the same room with Jingjing's corpse lowered their heads, no one dared to speak up and say that Yang Jianlah was the culprit.

As scared as they were to the village chief, they were more horrified to see Yang Jian kill without batting an eye.

"Arghhh, fine if you don't want to say it." Jingjing's father took Jingjing's whip which was beside her corpse. After the whip was in Jingjing's father's hands, she walked quickly towards the people who looked down in fear while shivering in trembling.

Jingjing's father raised his whip upwards preparing to execute everyone who was in the room to satisfy the emotional arousal that burned his chest. But when the distance of the whip is still a little longer than the target of the whip stops in the air.

Suddenly Jingjing's father felt her weight getting heavier and heavier until he unconsciously let go of the whip by himself and fell to his knees touching the floor, like he was prostrating.

The villagers were astonished to see the whip suddenly stop in the air, but even more shocking to see the village chief prostrate on the floor with a pale and heavy face.

Slowly cold sweat poured down the village chief's face, and his face grew even more pale with severed breaths. His eyes glared between fear and shock.

No one knew what was happening to the village chief, they swept his gaze across the corner of the room to find out the source of the change in the attitude of the village chief. No, there was no one else in the room but them.

The village chief was getting more and more shocked, because all the organs in his body seemed to be stirred. Slowly a fresh red liquid came out from the corner of the village chief's lips and then followed from the nostrils, ears and even now the eyes of the village chief let out tears of blood.

The villagers who saw the apparition turned their faces and closed their mouths so that the entrails would not come out. Horror and disgust filled their feelings, as if understanding who the culprit they fell down and apologized while saying the word 'young master'.

"Duarr."