The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 199 - Jalan Pendekar
"Please, Young Master! Please servant, please return the Demon Sword to us!"
Xin Chen was unmoved in his place, not expecting the situation outside to have become like this. Villages were burned, small people were made into slaves and criminals roamed back to kill from within the Empire. If everything had become like this then it would have made no difference to the Shang Empire in the past, in the time of the slaughter of the Blood Devil Man.
"Bless your head, I'm a nobody. Only travelers who happen to pass by."
"But-" exclaimed the restrained man, his eyes sparkling confident that the figure before him was the right person to complain, undeniably the wanderer had a powerful aura. Kill, but protect. He did not understand why he was so sure that the person deserved to be considered a hero. For those at the bottom and often forgotten in the Imperial lands.
"I'm sure you can hear me. And also ..." his sentence was stifled, realizing Xin Chen had lowered the caping on his head. He could not confirm correctly whether this person in front of him was really the figure of the future generation heir to the Demon Sword that was rumored to have disappeared since seven years ago.
But it seems that if it is thought again that hope is impossible, the figure directly or even has not been said to be absent. The rumor is undeniable, no one has any evidence or has ever seen its existence again.
The man gasped when he realized Xin Chen had turned his back on him, intending to leave him. The condemnation of residents around Sayup-sayup was heard protesting their actions, but the man did not care at all.
His gaze was straight and his legs were firmly grounded, not even a trace of the people of Qingyun City began to shout and throw at him with stones. Expel them with contempt.
"Young Master, I know this is presumptuous. But, once in my life. I asked someone for help. Please ... Please go south, in the village near Shuangyu Bridge, where our people were burned alive. Enemies rule our lands, homes and search sources. Please do something! Anything! That way I'll commit suicide for you to grant our request!"
The man was prostrating, the tears in his eyes falling on the bridge. A little sobbing, not caring about his pride as a man. He felt weak helpless against the enemy, the more he fought the more his friends died. The man was desperate, having no choice but to go and ask for help from those who closed their eyes and ears to their suffering.
He longed for the Demon Sword, which would fulfill its duty even if only to protect the small village indiscriminately. Those who really needed a protector, but it was precisely the Imperial Pillars who were now busy operating in the center of the city. In a place where many strong warriors who overshadow the safe city.
Then abandoning a small task like them by sending some people, just to see the situation and report it without taking it seriously on the grounds that the Empire was unstable, then it was natural that chaos was everywhere.
Unknowingly making Xin Chen stop, he turned his gaze back, approached and kneeled as high as the man.
"I heard you, without crying and having to sacrifice your life."
"We're used to not being heard, sir. I came to think of the sentences and the pay we had to give so that they could understand our suffering ... But Mr ...."
The man was gobsmacked for a moment, the warm and soothing aura made his reddened eyes from rarely falling asleep feel comfortable. He stopped crying.
"Eat and drink, stay alive and come back to your place one more month."
"The hero has returned ...."
*
The hustle and bustle in Qingyun City became more crowded when the looters were captured, they were immediately punished for the criminal behavior they had committed during these six months. No one rebelled.
The residents were shocked, the looters actually smiled victory when arrested.
Xin Chen entered a teahouse, the two female servants immediately greeted him warmly but the smiles on their faces faded as another figure followed behind the young man. His tall body with a ripe tan almost passed through the door of their teahouse. His eyes were yellow, looking half drunk and staggering.
The man was thirty years old, yet he looked ten years older than his supposed age. Xin Chen sat at the low table, looking as if the two women were frightened as the big different figure came to sit in front of Xin Chen who was already sitting cross-legged. Remove the caping and put it on the side of the table. Watching the big man who is now looking at him sharply.
"What's your name?" the heavy male voice sounded sinister, no servant dared to come closer to simply ask for their order.
But it seemed that with a sinister look and also a deliberately spooky voice did not affect the young man, he noticed Xin Chen's facial line and felt that the young man was still so young.
A faint smile glimpsed across his face, "Clearly I didn't like your behavior earlier." The man said without making small talk, telling the shopkeeper to bring him a drink and to drink it in one gulp.
"Offering help to a bunch of looters, acting like you're a generous person makes me very upset."
Xin Chen raised his face, his closed eyes covered by the hair growing past his eyebrows. At a glance the blue light appeared there, the man could not be sure if he had seen wrong what not. What was clear was that he saw something unusual earlier, a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Cold and also cold.
"You're a soldier?"
The man snorted, there was a sigh on his face. "Ultually, not now." Then he introduced himself, "My name is Qi Baixuan, call as you please-"
"Grandfather Qi."
Qi Baixuan nearly spouted out her drink, "I'm not that old!" The man was grieving, distracted by the gazes of the customers who were constantly focused towards him. The tilted and whispered gaze actually made his heart hot but how else, his name was already smeared and removed from his job unilaterally.
"Sometimes a good attitude will only bring misery, trust me. You will only suffer while the one you save will turn against you, with or without remembering any good you did. I told you, while you were so young. The path of a warrior is very difficult."