The Legend of the Heavenly Sword

Wen Hwa's Final Strategy

The White Pigeon Sect this afternoon looked crowded, the disciples were extremely busy. They all decorated the walls of the Sect buildings with ornate trinkets.

In the Sect's living room, Wen Hwa was sitting casually reading a book whose cover already looked worn while sipping a cup of tea. Drinking tea is an activity that he does in the morning and evening before night.

However, for a moment he noticed his activity, he turned to the side. Now it is Qen Bu.

"What's up, Elder Ma'am? I expect with the origin, you will definitely want to report the arrival, the Chief of the Sacred Tread Sect..."

Wen Hwa did not know if the guesses he had made from his mouth were originally true, but it was likely that it would be. Because he had made a meeting agreement a few days ago with Zhang Liu.

Qen Bu simply nodded confirming the words, Chairman. He does not need to answer, a question that has been answered by the owner of the question itself.

"Where is he now?" asked Wen Hwa while putting down her old book.

"Chairman Liu, now in front..."

Wen Hwa smiled and stood up from her seat. "Let's go see him. I'll teach her a lesson, for it has disturbed my peace this afternoon."

Wen Hwa then walked with Qen Bu. Meet Zhang Liu, the head of the Sacred Site Sect.

**

The old man who at first glance was not much different from Wen Hwa, leaning on the porch wall with both arms inserted into the pocket of his black robe. The body is slightly shrivelled, beard, mustache, and hair, all of which grow long have been white or rather silvery white, a feature of someone who is already old.

'Sister'? That word was hated by Zhang Liu. His family will also teach him a lesson if he says words that he considers very sensitive. Because he felt himself still able to move agilely without difficulty, and also according to his own definition. The word sepuh is more appropriate to be attached to someone who has aged, and is already sick.

Wen Hwa who walked a step ahead of Qen Bu, first approached Zhang Liu, and greeted him...

"This fat guy has come apparently. I was quite happy when I heard about your arrival..."

Wen Hwa extended her hand wanting to shake hands. However, the response he was waiting for did not come, only a cold gaze that became a response from his helping hand.

In her heart, Wen Hwa felt very happy seeing this expression of the man in front of her. However, slightly, he felt astonished to see his old friend only coming alone without being accompanied by the Elder or his disciple.

"Eh, you didn't come with your Patron, Chief Liu?"

Zhang Liu's cold gaze immediately slowly turned flat back, just like before.

"I've told you several times, if you don't call me that word again. And finally, don't you call me, Chief. So formal you are!"

Somehow, maybe because of shame the word was heard by students who were decorating the wall. Zhang Liu directly pulled Wen Hwa's hand, going inside.

"And, you also do not want to pull me like this..," said Wen Hwa dismissing her steps with a faint smile.

"You think this is your house? And you think you're young? Basic man-"

Not yet done Wen Hwa finished his words, Zhang Liu's hand instantly closed his mouth.

"Have, already, we better get in first. I'll tell you why I only came alone."

Qen Bu, who was standing behind the two, just laughed a little at the sight of the two Grandpa, Grandma, who had grandchildren, even great-grandchildren, still acting like children who had not experienced puberty.

The two of them chose to chat in the room that Wen Hwa used to use when they wanted to have important secret talks with someone.

Wen Hwa opened the conversation. "Right now, trust is very difficult to get, because the Swordsmen of the Black Stream are increasingly rampant in the Empire...

"Every year some of the White Flow Sect were successfully attacked by the Black Flow Group. You know, last week the Golden Eagle Sect was attacked. In fact, from the password of the informant I had spread, they gave word that the Sect was now being flooded with blood. All of his students were killed, and Tang Fu, his chairman, was still unknown. Whether he died or not..."

After explaining the incident, Wen Hwa looked furious. Both of his hands were angry.

"I also felt disgusted by the Black Stream. I used to have a little respect for them. However, because for these few years they had only attacked the small Sects of the White Stream alone. I don't know why I felt disgusted when I heard his name alone..," Zhang Liu replied no less furious, but then resumed his words.

"But we can't do anything right now. They are like staking on the movements of the entire White Flow Swordsman. That's what made me come here on my own, because I didn't want to draw attention from them, so making plans that we've been working on for years has failed."

"What is it that makes you disguise yourself with that cloak." Wen Hwa said as she stared at the robe that Zhang Liu was wearing.

"True, I don't want our plan to fail at all. I will feel very guilty to all the White School Swordsmen, if our plan fails."

Wen Hwa again wanted to open her voice, but she would not discuss the topic again. What has passed according to him, let it pass. "Because you have touched on the discussion that was the purpose of inviting you here. So with that, let's talk about it now...

"I've accumulated a lot of strength over these 6 years. Majority, my disciples have been at the Cultivation stage of the Peak King Swordsman and some of them are around hundreds more have reached the Cultivation of Emperor Swordsman. I also expect my hope to all your disciples like that..."

Wen Hwa paused for a moment, looking at Zhang Liu. After the man in front of him just gave a nod. He continued his explanation.

"However, I still do not believe that I can finish off all the Swordsman of the Black Stream down to its roots. Therefore, I invited you here to ask for your opinion on my new plan. I want to create a closed Tournament of all talented White Flow Swordsmen to assist us in launching this attack plan. All of you, I want to find superior seedlings, to be able to bring the White Stream in the future back to success." Wen Hwa closed her explanation with a sip of her tea.

Zhang Liu seemed to be thinking, after hearing Wen Hwa's long explanation of the additional plans he was going to do.

"After I thought about it, the plan was actually very brilliant. Perhaps, the cause of the White Stream Sects is far behind, for it never again holds such a Tournament after decades have passed, but your additional plan has its flaws as well."

"What?" ask Wen Hwa briefly.

"What I'm worried about is there will be a Black Flow Swordsman disguised as a participant."

Wen Hwa returned the doubt to her friend with a small smile. "Calm down, all that I've been thinking about..."

**

Li Fang was currently in the middle of the forest. The sun was about to set, just above his head, though his gaze was covered in towering tree leaves. However, he could still see clearly.

The sun was now at its culmination point, so with that, Li Fang, who had captured 3 jungle chickens, decided to return. Because darkness will soon cover this entire forest area.

Haha, how dare you come in here young man~~

However, suddenly, Li Fang stopped his steps. A heavy-pitched sound echoed throughout the entire forest scope area, including where he now stood.

"Maybe, this is just my hallucination..." Said Li Fang ignoring the voice he thought was coming from his halunas.

*It's open your hallucinations, Youngster*a~~

"Well..." Li Fang frowned.

That heavy voice, really sounded like real. However, he did not know where the source of the sound came from.

Feeling indecisive, Li Fang resumed his journey to where Wu San was waiting for him. He intended to come to this place again tomorrow, because of the curiosity that deep now enveloped him.