Heavenly Sword Saint
Liu Ruyan's body trembled.
The moment she heard those words, tears finally rolled down her cheeks.
She gently held Jian Chen's face.
"You silly child..."
"As long as you're alive, Mother doesn't care about anything else."
Jian Chen smiled faintly.
For a thousand years, he had buried his emotions beneath the Sword Dao.
Yet this simple warmth stirred something deep within his heart.
Xiao Yue stepped forward and carefully placed the steaming bowl of medicine on the table.
"Young Master, the physician said you should drink this while it's still warm."
Jian Chen glanced at the bowl.
The medicinal aroma immediately entered his nose.
With a single breath, he identified every herb inside.
Spirit Ginseng...
Bloodleaf Grass...
Three-Leaf Orchid...
They were common herbs used to treat internal injuries.
However...
One herb was missing.
He looked at the medicine before quietly shaking his head.
"This medicine won't heal me."
Liu Ruyan forced a smile.
"I know."
"But it's the best Mother could afford."
Jian Chen's heart sank.
From the memories of this body, he knew that his mother had spent nearly all her savings over the years trying to cure his blocked meridians.
Even this bowl of medicine had probably cost her dearly.
Just then...
He noticed something.
Liu Ruyan's face looked noticeably paler than before.
Her breathing was weaker.
Even the spiritual energy within her body was unstable.
Jian Chen frowned.
"Mother..."
"Are you injured?"
Liu Ruyan's expression changed slightly.
She quickly smiled.
"It's nothing."
"I simply haven't rested well."
Jian Chen stared into her eyes.
With his experience from his previous life, he could immediately tell she was lying.
Before he could ask again
A cold laugh echoed from outside the courtyard.
"So..."
"The useless young master finally woke up."
Bang!
The courtyard gate was kicked open.
Three youths strode inside arrogantly.
Leading them was a tall young man dressed in luxurious blue robes.
His expression was filled with disdain.
The moment Liu Ruyan saw him, her face darkened.
"Jian Hu."
"What are you doing here?"
Jian Hu smiled mockingly.
"What?"
"I'm not allowed to visit my dear cousin?"
His gaze landed on Jian Chen.
"Oh?"
"You actually survived."
"I thought yesterday's beating would've killed you."
Xiao Yue's face turned pale.
"You..."
"You were the ones who attacked the Young Master!"
Jian Hu laughed loudly.
"So what if we were?"
"He insulted me in front of everyone."
"He deserved it."
Liu Ruyan stepped forward, shielding Jian Chen behind her.
Her usually gentle eyes turned icy.
"Jian Hu."
"You nearly killed him."
"Have you no regard for the clan rules?"
Jian Hu shrugged.
"Clan rules?"
"I remember them quite well."
"I simply gave him a lesson."
"If he's too weak to withstand a few punches..."
"Can you really blame me?"
The two youths behind him burst into laughter.
"Exactly!"
"A cripple should know his place."
"Why does a useless waste still call himself the Young Master?"
Liu Ruyan clenched her fists.
A powerful aura slowly rose from her body.
The air inside the room instantly grew heavy.
Jian Hu's smile faded slightly.
Although Liu Ruyan rarely fought...
She was still far stronger than him.
Seeing her anger, Jian Hu took a step back before sneering.
"What?"
"You want to attack me?"
"Go ahead."
" You useless son can beat me so you as his elder is taking revenge on him haha.."
For a brief moment...
Silence filled the room.
Jian Chen quietly watched everything unfold.
His expression remained calm.
But inside...
His killing intent quietly surged.
In his previous life...
Countless geniuses had trembled before his sword.
Now...
A mere Body Tempering cultivator dared to humiliate his mother.
If this had been a thousand years ago...
Jian Hu would have already become a corpse beneath his sword.
But now...
This body was too weak.
Strength was everything.
Without it, even revenge was only an empty promise.
Jian Chen slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened them again...
The killing intent had completely disappeared.
Only calm remained.
He had once reached the peak of the Divine Realm before the age of thirty.
He had comprehended countless sword techniques.
He had fought enemies stronger than himself countless times.
Now...
He had lost his cultivation.
But he had not lost his experience.
The Heavenly Sword Scripture was still within him.
His Sword Dao understanding remained.
His journey had only returned to the beginning.
Jian Hu looked at him with contempt.
"Why are you silent?"
"Have you finally accepted your place?"
Jian Chen did not answer.
He simply looked at him.
A cripple in their eyes.
A useless young master.
Someone who could never cultivate.
No one in the courtyard understood...
That beneath this weak body was a soul that had once stood above countless geniuses.
Jian Hu soon lost interest.
"Hmph."
"Remember your position."
After saying that, he turned around and left with his followers.
The courtyard became quiet once again.
Liu Ruyan looked at Jian Chen with worry.
"Chen'er..."
"You shouldn't have endured this for so long."
Jian Chen looked at the sky outside the window.
His expression was calm.
"Mother."
"Don't worry."
"I will handle everything."
Liu Ruyan wanted to say something, but she stopped herself.
She only saw her son who had suffered for years.
She did not know...
That the person standing before her was someone who had already walked through death once.
The night slowly descended.
Inside the quiet courtyard...
Jian Chen sat alone.
He looked at his hands.
Weak.
Fragile.
Unable to even protect the people closest to him.
But his eyes remained unwavering.
"One thousand years ago..."
"I lost everything because I was too weak to see the truth."
"This time..."
"I will never allow anyone to control my fate again."
A faint golden light flashed within his sea of consciousness.
The ancient Heavenly Sword Scripture silently appeared.
The path of the sword...
Had begun once again.