The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 8: Farewell

It did not feel like five years had passed, now Yang Jian had grown into a very handsome teenager. The smooth white skin of a jade tub, the neat eyebrows as if embroidered plus thin lips as red as cherries, as well as Yang Jian's silver mane added to the beauty he had.

Yang Jian's good looks were truly beyond reproach, at the age of twelve he already had the stature of a seventeen year old teenager.

During these five years Yang Jian trained hard diligently, every learning and knowledge that Xiao Ming gave him could be mastered well, ranging from hand science, swordsmanship, poison, and poison, alchemi science, as well as other high-level sciences. He also grew up to be a polite and obedient child.

Not only was Yang Jian's strength trained by Xiao Ming, but his character was also well taught. So that someday even though Yang Jian had been at the highest peak of cultivators even though he still had a sincere and noble heart and remained humble.

Because of the short time Xiao Ming had only had time to teach some high-level sciences of his, but Xiao Ming had not prepared everything that Jian needed. Xiao Ming gave all of his books to Yang Jian to study.

"Jian'er this is when you go on with your life." Xiao Ming said softly. The time he never wanted to have arrived without being able to turn back.

Overnight Xiao Ming had explained that it was already his time that Yang Jian ventured deepening his knowledge. Early on Yang Jian refused, he insisted on staying with his father. But Xiao Ming explained again Yang Jian's initial goal of becoming a cultivator, where if Yang Jian wandered there was a possibility that he would meet his family of fans find his identity.

Yang Jian cried in his father's arms, eager to invite Xiao Ming to travel, but Xiao Ming refused, arguing that he still had an important duty in the Valley of Hell.

"Please promise to live, be strong and uphold the truth." Xiao Ming gave an heirloom sword to Yang Jian. Although the development of Yang Jian's practice was like a genius among geniuses but given how vast and how ruthless the world of cultivators Xiao Ming bestowed precious heirlooms to Yang Jian just in case there were any things that you don't want to happen.

"This is a sky heirloom sword called the Holy Sword. Take good care, don't let this sword fall into the hands of the wicked."

Xiao ming inserted the holy sword into the storage ring belonging to Yang Jian. "Nobody can take things from inside the ring other than yourself Jian'er, before using this heirloom drop your blood first so that the contract between master and weapon is intertwined." Xiao Ming explained, Xiao Ming also explained how to use the space ring and what else can be stored in it.

The space ring is a dimension that can store all kinds of inanimate objects into it, by flowing qi into the ring. For the size of the space ring also differs in breadth.

The sword that Xiao Ming had given him was not actually a sky sword but Xiao Ming was keeping it a secret, he wanted Yang Jian to be the one who would realize the sword's prowess later on, it was this sword that would accompany Yang Jian to wander and carve out their history later on.

"This is your ring, I've put your necklace and the treasures and resources you need to reach the highest level of cultivator." Previously Xiao Ming had included hundreds of types of herbal plants hundreds or even thousands of years old that were useful for Yang jian to make medicine, hundreds of types of nutritious fruit to improve practice, and many others were used to make medicine, the demon crystals were hundreds and thousands of years old and there were even demon king and queen crystals, water from the waterfall pond to strengthen the cultivator physique, hundreds of types of high-level scriptures, and even a few more, weapons ranging from warior weapons, earth and sky, gold coins that mount, as well as other luxurious clothing.

"This father..." Yang Jian was surprised to see the gift Xiao Ming gave, perhaps he was currently the richest cultivator. Because currently Yang Jian also had one ring that he had brought when he arrived at the Valley of Hell. Yang Jian did not know for what wealth he now had used, yet Yang Jian realized for sure that one day he would need all of it.

Xiao Ming smiled seeing his son's reaction. Naturally Yang Jian reacted thus, Xiao Ming also who had seen everything still felt astonished.

"Thank you father, Jian'er will use all the father's gifts the best he can."

After doing their farewell they went to the door behind the waterfall, there was the door to the exit of the Valley of Hell.

"Jian'er, I don't know if we're going to meet again or not, but you need to know that the place where we stand now is a different world to the one you met after coming out later. Promise never to tell anyone this and it'll be both of us' secrets." The Pinta Xiao Ming.

Yang Jian already knew that the Valley of Hell was another dimension formed like his own world. Yang Jian unintentionally saw the awkwardness in Xiao Ming's personal space and in the end Xiao Ming explained the truth about the world they were now living in.

"Dad, whenever it was his time Jian'er would wait until that time came." Yang Jian hugged Xiao Ming tightly.

"No matter a hundred years, two hundred years or even a thousand years Jian'er will wait for father."

Xiao Ming only silently listened to Yang Jian, not that he wanted to ignore Yang Jian. Many words he wanted to say, many things he wanted to say, but all of them were stuck in Xiao Ming's throat as if he was unable to utter them. Finally Xiao Ming nodded slowly and returned Yang Jian's embrace no less tightly.

After expressing each feeling through the embrace then Yang Jian inserted a considerable amount of qi into the dimensional portal, instantly a bright light that dazzled the eyes, after the dim light Yang jian had disappeared.

Xiao Ming's tears escaped, he never expected that Yang Jian's departure would bring some of his heart. Their togetherness during these five years really stuck in Xiao Ming's heart.

"Dian..." Xiao Ming said softly as he sobbed

"Dad will miss you."