Chapter 22 - Evil Spirit In Power (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Under the night sky, a plane flew from Jing province to the Zhou province.

In the first-class cabin of the plane, there were two figures, one young and one old.

The middle-aged man’s eyes revealed a trace of arrogance as he lightly hummed a popular song from the Han state.

The young man quietly looked at the starry sky outside the window.

“Jiansheng, you did very well this time. The best of the nine provinces is Jing province, and you’ve already taken down all of the genius swordsmen there. It can be considered a good start.

“If you can sweep through the remaining eight provinces, your name will definitely shake the world!

“At that point, the prestige of the Han state in the world will rise to a new level!”

The young man’s face was indifferent, and no one could see the slightest ripple in his expression.

“You are thinking too much. The nine provinces are full of capable people. How can you underestimate the 5,000 years of civilization and the legacy of Xin Huo?

“Take the few people in Jing province for example. They all comprehended from books and studied on their own without anyone to teach them.

“Even so, their sword technique attainments have already made me feel threatened.

“If they were like me and had a teacher, I’m afraid we would have already been defeated there.”

A hint of displeasure flashed across Section Chief Jin’s face.

“Jiansheng, you overestimate the nine provinces.

I admit that the nine provinces indeed had 5,000 years of civilization and there are many capable people. However, don’t forget that in the past 200 years, the nine provinces had been schemed against by the various states of the world and had suffered many large-scale attacks from star beasts. Currently, many martial arts had already lost their inheritance and futures.

Although the nine provinces had been actively recovering their strength in the past few decades, how could 200 years of injuries be healed in a day?

The sword art competition is about skill and sword intent, not cultivation!

“You are under the tutelage of my sword sage of Han state, Liu Chengxun, and you have already cultivated your sword skills to the level of perfection.

“Surely you will be able to raise our state’s prestige!

“The next stop is Jianghai city in the Zhong province. This is the first stop of that region. Rest well and focus your mind. Three days later, you will make the entire Zhong province tremble in fear!”

Piao Jiansheng slowly closed his eyes.

Raise the prestige of the state?

Han state was just a small place with a culture and history inherited from the nine provinces.

It was already under the control of the United States of America. What prestige is there?

He was not interested in their so-called patriotism at all.

He only wanted to be a formidable martial artist!

A true sword art martial artist who strives to improve his sword art!

…

A night passed in the blink of an eye.

Soon, it was time to go to work the next day.

…

“Two bean curd buns, two bean paste buns, one beef bun, and a cup of soymilk. That’s a total of eight items. Why did you give me the amount for ten?”

“You didn’t count the extra beef bun I took yesterday.”

“Young man, you’re really honest. If you didn’t tell me, I wouldn’t have known.”

Ye Xiao smiled and was too embarrassed to reply.

That was because that beef bun was stolen by Huan Liuli.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard an explosion, followed by a scream.

“There was a car accident. Someone is injured!”

The aunty from the breakfast shop frowned. As she packed up the buns, she grumbled unhappily,

“Again! Something happens every day. This is really weird.”

Ye Xiao wondered.

“Do car accidents often happen here?”