The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 89: The Perverted Science Group

'Jithel!' Weng's heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of arrows. A minute earlier he was relieved that he still had a shield and had a chance to survive, but a minute later he got the bitter fact that Yang Jian had made a death list for him.

"You're really hard to predict." Jiang was inexhaustible at Yang Jian's reply, he couldn't even guess the mysterious young man's line of thought before him.

Ignoring Jiang's words, Yang Jian moved quickly while raising one of the swords in his right hand and a poison in his left hand. Jiang who saw this tried to dodge. But Yang Jian's lightning-like speed was unable to be blocked by Jiang

'Duarr." A huge explosion accompanied by green mist enveloped Jiang's body for a few seconds, until the green mist slowly faded which was followed by Jiang's lifeless body falling on the floor.

"Your turn!" A cruel grin rose from Yang Jian's lips while staring coldly at Weng.

Weng gulped roughly and shook his head quickly, his heartbeat irregular with eyes bulging in fear. A second later Weng's head slipped off his neck shaft and rolled down on the floor.

Still in the same position Yang Jian cleared away the bloodstain Weng had on his robe. With one small flick was able to make his robe back clean without a stain.

"Get out!" Without taking a look, Yang Jian exclaimed coldly which was followed by the appearance of a middle-aged man from behind the door of the room. With trembling steps, the man walked slowly towards Yang Jian, not expecting that Yang Jian could feel his presence despite trying to hide the aura of his presence as best as possible so that it could not be detected by anyone.

"Show me the way!" The middle-aged man gasped in shock at Yang Jian's words, yet he still tried to remain calm. " I don't understand the purpose of your words." Reply to the middle-aged man.

"Can you not be stupid! Or I'll make you really stupid." Yang Jian walked slowly towards the middle-aged man with an intimidating look. " Please show me the way!" Repeated Yang Jian.

The middle-aged man gulped roughly with his head getting lowered deeply. He did not expect that Yang Jian had found out that he was part of Jiang, the user of false knowledge.

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At this moment it appeared that several special robed troupes were entering the gates of Stone City. They were emissaries of a large white sect group who were on a mission from Emperor Qin.

"How's the case going?" Asked a tall man with a large and dashing stature after they arrived at a large inn in the city. The man was Elder Tang, the elder of the Cloud Dragon Sect.

"Currently the cult group is increasingly troubling many people. Characterized by the increasing number of disappearing villagers ranging from children to the elderly." One of the elders of the White Cloud Sect, a sect in Stone City, explained the conditions related to the action of the more perverted sect.

It is explained that, this group is getting bigger and the number of followers is also increasing. Their movements are also neat and smooth, making it difficult for local governments and sects to handle the case.

"What about their hiding place? They must have a special place to live their worship, right?" Limpal one of the other elders, he was Elder Fang. The elder who represented the Red Tiger Sect.

"There are currently two places that we believe to be their headquarters." The White Cloud Sect elder explained that through investigation, there are two locations that are believed to be strong places of worship of the cult group. One location is in the forest near the border with the Forbidden Forest and the other location is on the edge of the forest in the southern part of Batu City which is closest to the residents' carving.

Hearing the elder's explanation, they began to devise a strategic plan that would be carried out tomorrow. Because it was already night and they had just arrived in Stone Town, they had to prepare everything carefully.

Meanwhile, still in the same room appeared some young men who had a beautiful face listening to the elders who were discussing their attack plans.

A twenty-two-year-old young woman who still looked to be a dozen years old in a brown robe with ponytail hair, had mature brown skin and a round face, she was Qin Fanfan. The other two young men were wearing the same robes, had long shoulder-length hair in jet black and sharp eyes, they were twins Liu Changhai and his brother Liu Xingsheng.

On the other seat was a bald youth with a white robe and a colored stone necklace similar to his robe. Although it does not have a mane, it does not reduce the aura of good looks emanated from young men who look young. He was the Tao Shilin of the Sacred Mountain Sect.

The most striking was the young lady with the special cloak of the Cloud Dragon Sect, hair that was partially pigtailed and elsewhere unraveled, a clear white face and serious manners. She was the crown princess of the Qin Empire, Qin Lienhua.

In the room there are also several other elders and disciples from other sects who took part in the mission to eradicate the cult in Batu City.

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"Are you sure this is the place?" Right now Yang Jian had arrived at a forest that was at a location close to the Forbidden Forest, a forest that Yang Jian had been hunting for for approximately eight years.

"Be's right. As you promised, you'd let me go if I brought you here, wouldn't you?" The middle-aged man replied. I don't know what Yang Jian did to subdue the man. Yang Jian observed the tall building before him. The black and towering walls became the place where demon-hearted humans performed their worship.

The building is behind a narrow cave covered with grass, it is only natural that it is difficult to find the place.

"I never promise, if you forget!" Clearly Yang Jian who was successful made the man behind him stiffen. "I'll only let you go if you tell me the information about your group."

The man quickly revealed all the information about his group. Not much is known about him because he is only a small part of the large group. " I've kept my promise now it's your turn to let me go." Said the middle-aged man negotiating.

"All right!" Said Yang Jian slowly, a second later, Yang Jian stuck out a small blade that had been covered in poison right on his chest. "Take you back into the hands of the creator."