The Legend of the Heavenly Sword

Farewell

The report given by Shen Fu was not responded to. And also not something worth retaliating for, the article from up here Wang Yuan had been able to see it. Even from the rear of the enemy army he could see clearly.

Wang Yuan's heart was now filled with grief and deep guilt. He had seen the four strongest individuals in the black stream unite attacking his Sect.

"God..." Hela Wang Yuan, his face looks regretful.

The little boy knew when he saw this battle, who would come out victorious. Wang Yuan could only resign, perhaps today was the day where the Immortal Sword Sect only left a name.

In the grief that lingered for a few moments. Suddenly, Wang Yuan's two eyeballs emitted a ray of life. Like hope reappears.

With excitement he said.

"Older Bing, and the others please muster the disciples to help the other three Elders face the enemy! I'll be gone for a while, after a while I'll be back on the battlefield with you guys."

Not waiting for his Unifying response, Wang Yuan quickly darted away. He was seen entering the residence of his secretary.

"I am taking over, and will lead you in this battle." said Elder Bing.

Under the high wall where the Elder stood, lay the Sect's field. On the ground of the Sect field had lined up two thousand disciples in a state ready to fight.

At their waists each disciple had been embedded with a sword, only staying at the pull of the sheath alone. The majority of them were at the intermediate Swordsman King level, around hundreds of them only reached the level of an early Emperor Swordsman.

Elder Bing, who was temporarily assigned by Wang Yuan to lead the troops said with high fighting spirit.

"In front of the gates of our holy Sect, there is a group of savages who are trying to destroy the wholeness of our beloved Sect. So I command you to fight them, even if life is at stake..."

Elder Bing took a deep breath, after which his mouth cried out loudly. With a period of approximately 10 seconds the call stopped.

"Strike...!!!"

He breathed back.

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A basement that was both wide and long was amazing, even though it had become a mosquito nest. However, that is where everyone is evacuated.

Unlike everyone who looked calm, in the corner of the room a handsome little boy was struggling to remove the rope that tied his hands and feet.

Li Fang was struggling like that, but the result was nil. A rope made of rattan binds both hands and feet firmly.

The others wanted to help him, but while recalling the words of the youngest Elder of the Sect, Shen Fu. They again decided on his intention to help his Young Master who painstakingly removed the rattan rope.

However, things that are considered only empty efforts, produce results. Slowly with the pressure given by Li Fang to both his hands and feet, making the rattan rope gradually thin, it seemed that it would soon break.

Li Fang could not help but smile. Soon, his lips formed a big smile.

"Finally... This rope broke as well," he said happily while standing.

His smile grew wider when he saw the door of the basement like, not in the key from the outside, only in the key from the inside.

Li Fang then turned his head to his left and right exploring this entire underground room. He looked like he was looking for someone.

"Ah that's him, Uncle San...."

His gaze fell on someone who looked the oldest among them. The man was 60 years old and above.

Li Fang walked to where he stood, trying to approach him. The face of the old man looked anxious with a gaze that continuously stared at the door of this underground room.

"Uncle San..."

Hearing his name, he turned to the source of the voice. His head was slightly down, as Li Fang's posture was shorter than his. "Young Master."

His words were slightly stammered as he looked at Li Fang's self. He said as he frowned, according to him, His Young Master has been firmly tied so as not to move freely. In fact, he was the one who helped Shen Fu look for the rattan rope.

"No need to be surprised, Uncle San. Right away, I want to ask for the key to this room." Pinta Li Fang's.

The old man called Uncle San looked worried. Being in the middle of a difficult decision, whether he would give the key that had been entrusted to him by Shen Fu. Or, he would give the key to Li Fang. And Uncle San knows, what this kid wants, surely he will continue to pursue it no matter what the difficulty.

"Uncle San, there's no need to lie. The key to this room must be in Uncle's pocket!"

The lying words that Uncle San had arranged for him to say did not come out of his mouth. When Li Fang cut his guess correctly.

And deftly the tiny fingers of Li Fang's hand barged in without permission into his pocket, retrieving the key.

"Ah here it is! Thanks Uncle San!"

However, when pleasure has filled his heart, because soon the feeling of fear mixed with anxiety to meet his father will be accomplished.

However, not yet Li Fang stepped one foot out....

Wang Yuan or his father had blocked his way by being right between the door and him.

"You can't go anywhere, Fang'er. Beyond danger. You better follow Dad. There's something your weak father will give you."

Li Fang was unable to return the meaning of his father's words. The reason, Wang Yuan had first withdrawn his hand.

Wang Yuan took his son, down a dark hallway. Only a small fire lighting was the sign on the side of the hall wall.

Shortly walking, Wang Yuan as his hand held Li Fang's arm stopped with his foot on a board. That looks like a door, because the hallmark of a door is there, it has a puller to open. Wang Yuan crouched down to open it

Li Fang gasped in surprise when he saw that there was a light inside, indicating that there was a room underneath.

"Come on, we're in, Fang'er."

Li Fang nodded slowly, then stepped in through the round-shaped underground door. He had to pass through small wooden steps as a link from top to bottom.

The father and son had been downstairs with both feet resting on the ground. The first glance Li Fang focused on fell onto a door, which he did not expect in this room there was still a door.

Li Fang wanted to ask about the existence of the door. However, not yet the sentence in the form of the question came out, his father had first spoken.

"You can't believe this room. Father will tell you about all the secrets of our Sect...

"This sect was built by Grandpa Dad or you can call him your great-grandfather. He had found a sword whose power was not in the forest. It's in the woods behind that door." Wang Yuan pointed at the door that Li Fang had previously wanted to question his whereabouts.

Li Fang frowned, increasingly confused by what his father said.

Wang Yuan interpreted his son's confused face in response to his words. He then resumed his words.

"When, Fang'er, open that door. Then you will be directly faced with a forest whose trees all grow dense."

Wang Yuan paused for a moment to speak, instantly his face became dejected. However, with a heavy feeling he resumed his explanation.

"Tens kilometers from the forest, when you walk, there is a Sect that has long disappeared and resigned from the martial world. I told you to go there." Wang Yuan could no longer endure his grief. He immediately held Li Fang in his arms.

"I'm sorry, your father. Had to make you suffer at an age that still needs parental affection."

Li Fang was still confused, by what his father really meant. He could not grasp the essence of his words. Because his father was in a hurry to explain. However, there was one thing he caught and understood from the explanation, his father. That is the existence of a sect.

"Fang'er. And when you have met the Chief of the Sect, give this to him." Wang Yuan took out a pendant necklace from his pocket, then he gave it to Li Fang.

Li Fang was given no room at all by his father to retaliate.

"One more thing, before you go..."

Wang Yuan stood up from before Li Fang. He approached a long wooden box. The wooden box looked shabby, the wood was already fragile. He opened the wooden box, then took the contents, which turned out to be a sword covered by a white cloth from the handle to the end of the sheath.

"This is the sword that I mean. A sword that caused the martial world hundreds of years ago to become chaotic." Wang Yuan gave it to his son.

"Don't forget one day, avenge all our Sect members. Go, Son..."

Wang Yuan said without looking at his son. He quickly shifted his eyes. His eyes were a little glazed.

"Go, Fang'er!"

"But, Dad..." Li Fang immediately cried out in sadness.

"Go! The sect will soon only have a name left! Go quickly!"

Hearing that, Li Fang's tears grew even more rushing out. He hugged his father. Then ran towards the door of this room, and opened it.

Wang Yuan just stared at his Son's back. Suddenly his eyes showed deep anger and resentment.

"I believe of the four of you that there will be lives lost..." The words from his sentence, in it was clear anger was emanating.

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