The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 80: Weng's

"If it's not wrong, we just need to make sure the dragon passes through this cycle safely."

Now Yang Jian, Jiji and Yiyi were in front of the dragon residence, where the red water crystal enveloped the entire dragon body and froze it. There are few electrical currents that occasionally appear on the surface of the crystal.

"But I don't understand how long we have to wait until this cycle ends. How long should the dragon taste its bitterness in torment in here." Yang Jian tried to grab the crystal that was enveloped in the flow of electricity, there was a familiar feeling in his heart. It's not like this is the first time I've seen and felt it.

"Is there anything certain we should do, brother? Or is there something a dragon needs to get through its cycle?" Jiji asked with a serious look. During this time, Jiji's character was always serious, but this time it seemed pure that he was also so worried about the condition of the dragon.

"When the peak of the cycle occurs, there will be certain signs just as when the dragon crystallizes. And that's when we have to contribute to channeling our energy to help the solution process and reduce dragon pain." Said Yang Jian at length.

"Are we just going to wait and do nothing?" Tymphal Yiyi.

"For now there is nothing we can do but wait. We just need to make sure the condition of the dragon is fine, and always monitor it. Report any developments that occur in the dragon, even small things should not be missed." Firmly Yang Jian gave orders against his followers.

Yang Jian, Jiji and Yiyi came out of the Heavenly World and returned to the inn. But they had not yet been able to breathe properly, a noise was heard from the front door of the inn. And Yang Jian obviously already knew clearly what the reason was.

"It looks like they're looking for a sister." Yiyi. Yang Jian did not answer Yiyi's remark, with both hands crossed behind his back, casually Yang Jian stepped down from the second floor towards the first floor to resolve his problem.

"You're out b*jing*n! Aren't you ashamed of yourself. Hiding behind an old building and avoiding me? You are so shameful and pathetic. Trash like you deserves to be killed."

With a loud voice and filled with anger, Weng shouted at Yang Jian in front of the door of the inn, there he was followed by four men who were two people each standing to his left and right. As well as a few young men wearing white Cloud Sect robes and special robes Mu's family stood upright behind Weng.

Weng's loud voice attracted the attention of many people, Weng deliberately repeated his words out loud. He deliberately spoke using his qinya to be heard by people who were quite far from the inn. I don't know what Weng was planning, surely this wasn't a good thing for Yang Jian.

"Don't let me destroy this inn and you're out!" Weng had truly lost his temper. He did not even care about the man of the inn owner and his servant begging him not to look for a commotion in their inn.

"Please don't do that Mr. Weng, your business is not related to the servant's inn. You can't just destroy this inn."

A man with the same stature as Weng spoke respectfully. His body was sturdy and dashing, the clothes he was wearing were thin enough to appear protruding shadows of the hard muscles behind the shirt.

"How dare you defy Senior Weng's words! You don't know him? He can even buy your life if he wants to." A man in the same robes as Weng yelled at the innkeeper.

Weng who heard the praise of her further straightened her body and raised her chin high with arrogance.

"Three seconds only. I will only give you three seconds until the b*jing*n comes out of the hiding place. If not..."

"If not?" With definite steps and a sharp look in his eyes, Yang Jian stepped his foot past the innkeeper and stopped five meters away from the distance Weng stood.

"You didn't have to bother with carrying so many bodyguards and subordinates just to meet me. Am I so precious to you? Or, are you afraid to come here alone? Ah, just this is the bravery of a Young Master Weng?"

Jiji and Yiyi who had just descended looked at Weng and his followers one by one, then their gazes turned to some of the visitors, the innkeeper and his servants. They slightly lowered their smiles as Yang Jian managed to bring down Weng's reputation in public.

"Your mouth is very poisonous. Wisely, your actions are no less sneaky."

"What do you want?" Yang Jian asked without making any pleasantries.

"Your head! I want your head."

"Then?"

"Then?" Weng frowned, whether his request was not clear enough. He had already clearly said that he wanted Yang Jian's head in exchange for having injured his twin sister, so that Wang was paralyzed and could only lie on the bed year after year.

"You hurt my sister and you paralyzed her. You are also the cause of my family's pride in trampling. Then in exchange you'll have to pay for all this."

"And you want my head instead?"

"Yes and no. Since you caused two losses then you also have to pay for those two losses. First, you must pay the loss for my family's humiliation of five thousand gold coins and five types of resources for a cultivator. And secondly, you're gonna have to give up your head in exchange for paralyzing my sister."

"I understand." After which Yang Jian twisted his body, then stepped his feet leaving Weng who was staring at the bewildered Yang Jian.

"Suck!" Weng's left hand grabbed the handle of the sword tucked neatly at his waist, then by pouring a little qi into his sword, and within seconds the sword swung towards Yang Jian's neck.

'Wush...Taps.'

As the distance of the sword and the back of Yang Jian's neck stayed one inch longer. Two open fingers Yang Jian caught and squeezed the tip of Weng's sword without the slightest bit of Yang Jian turning his head.

'Takk.' Then with a single hand pull, Yang Jian managed to remove the sword Weng from Weng's hand.

Yang Jian's actions suddenly made Weng and his followers take a step back. With Yang Jian catching his sword using a finger already made weng's hand tremble, moreover now that Yang Jian was easily able to remove the sword from his hand.

"It would be inappropriate for a white flow cultivator to attack secretly."

"What's different about you? You also attacked and even paralyzed my sister. What name is appropriate for you?" Reaffirming his heart, Weng straightened his body and returned Yang Jian's gaze which had already turned to look at him with a cold gaze.