Berserk God of War

Chapter 962: Chapter 962: The Origin of the Sword Killing Technique

Sikong Jing was stunned by the words, and then the courtyard was filled with the cheerful sounds of children: ”Brother Yang Yi, you’re here.”

Laughter and joy quickly spread throughout the entire courtyard...

Sikong Jing, alone and curious, walked towards the courtyard gate, pausing in front of the carriage and secretly thought to himself: ”This must be a noblewoman’s carriage. The bloodlines of these two horses are exceedingly pure, and they are even at the Spirit Martial Stage, a terrifying presence.”

In the Chaotic Eighth District, there shouldn’t be such a carriage. It’s known that Spirit Martial Stage horses are equivalent to two bodyguards.

Who exactly is this Aunt Jiang that makes Yang Yi so emotional?

With a heart full of curiosity, Sikong Jing entered the small courtyard and saw more than twenty children of various ages, with Yang Yi and a tall woman with a fragrant scent standing in their midst.

The woman wore a delicate bamboo hat, and beneath it, a thick white silk cloth hung down, completely obscuring her face.

At this moment, Yang Yi was standing in front of the woman in the bamboo hat, speaking like a child.

”Ah Yi, how did you get hurt?” At this moment, the woman seemed unaware of Sikong Jing’s presence as she asked.

Her tone carried a hint of concern, while Yang Yi nonchalantly said, ”Aunt Jiang, don’t worry, I’m fine. Just had a little trouble last night, but I’ve already won.”

The woman smiled and nodded, then said, ”I have to go to the next place now. I wish you and the children happiness.”

As she spoke, the woman in the bamboo hat turned and walked towards the door.

She happened to face Sikong Jing head-on, but she merely nodded at him casually and then went outside...

Behind her, the children’s voices followed, ”Aunt Jiang, please don’t go, okay?”

Aunt Jiang paused slightly, smiled, and said, ”I’ll come to see you again next time and bring more delicious treats for you.”

At this time, Yang Yi also stepped in as a big brother figure, stopping the children, saying, ”Aunt Jiang still has things to do and needs to deliver food to the other children in the Chaotic Eighth District. We must not disturb her or be willful.”

The children, upon hearing this, could only lower their heads. They seemed to listen to Yang Yi, but there were a few who sobbed softly.

It was clear they were reluctant to part with Aunt Jiang.

At this point, Aunt Jiang smiled at Yang Yi, ”Ah Yi, take care of the children. I’ll be going now.”

And with that, Aunt Jiang turned and boarded the carriage.

The carriage then slowly rolled away, and inside, a voice like a maid’s could be heard saying, ”Madam, do we need to go to the next courtyard? The master will be worried.”

”Never mind him. I promised the children I would do it,” Aunt Jiang said softly.

The carriage moved further away, with Yang Yi standing at the courtyard gate like a big child, watching as it slowly disappeared down the street.

Sikong Jing also looked at the carriage, an odd expression in his eyes.

Clearly, Aunt Jiang was a noblewoman who came to the Chaotic Eighth District to deliver food and clothing to the children here. She was a kind-hearted noblewoman, and this courtyard was presumably Yang Yi’s home in the Chaotic Eighth District.

It wasn’t until the carriage completely vanished that Yang Yi took a deep breath and said, ”Brother Sikong, please come inside and let’s talk.”

Thus, Sikong Jing followed Yang Yi into the small courtyard.

Then Yang Yi led Sikong Jing into a small room, where a little girl was lying on the bed...

At this moment, the little girl, seeing Yang Yi, struggled to sit up, saying as she did so, ”Brother Yang Yi, Xiao Min just saw Aunt Jiang, and she examined me and said she’d think of a way to cure me.”

The little girl, though pale and weak, couldn’t hide her excitement.

Yang Yi quickly approached to hold the girl down, saying, ”Xiao Min, you should lie down and rest. You don’t need to trouble Aunt Jiang anymore. Brother Yang Yi has brought something to treat you, and it’s from Brother Sikong.”

As he spoke, Yang Yi pointed to Sikong Jing, who had just entered.

Sikong Jing was taken aback but gradually widened his eyes as realization dawned upon him.

Just as he suspected, Yang Yi took out the bottle of Blood Coagulation Marrow Pill and gently said to Xiao Min, ”This is what your Brother Sikong bought for you. Quickly thank Brother Sikong.”

The little girl on the bed smiled at Sikong Jing, looking pale but joyful, and said, ”Thank you, Brother Sikong.”

Sikong Jing nodded dumbly, thoroughly understanding why Yang Yi so eagerly wanted the Blood Coagulation Marrow Pill. It was not to transform into a War Body, but simply to cure the illness of the girl before him.

This little girl definitely had Innate Cold Blood Syndrome, and just a tenth of the Blood Coagulation Marrow Pill would be enough to cure her.

This was something the auction host mentioned.

And, because he wanted to cure the little girl as soon as possible, Yang Yi had rushed back to the Chaotic Eighth District overnight and was attacked because of it.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing felt his eyes grow hot; Yang Yi was indeed an exceptional captain.

And at this moment, Yang Yi had already carefully divided a tenth of the Blood Coagulation Marrow Pill, pouring water to help the little girl on the bed take it.

Then came the tense waiting. Even knowing it would work, Yang Yi was extremely anxious.

...

Meanwhile, Aunt Jiang’s carriage was about to pass in front of the small clinic when, right at that moment, a hoarse, elderly voice came from inside, ”Madam, it seems you might have an illness. Come in so I can take a look for you.”

Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and Aunt Jiang’s gentle voice was heard from inside, ”I’m not ill, thank you for your kindness.”

However... hum!

A stream of True Qi flooded out, and there was a muffled groan from inside the carriage, followed by Aunt Jiang’s maid falling into confusion.

Aunt Jiang fell into deep silence, the next moment... creak!

The small clinic’s door opened, and a tall, old, and gaunt figure slowly stepped out, it was Old Xiu.

He took a deep breath and said, ”Madam, are you sure you’re not ill?”

There was silence from inside the carriage, then Old Xiu slowly turned his back to it, a silhouette left for the carriage to see. Meanwhile, the maid, who was previously in confusion, suddenly regained her senses and shouted, ”What’s going on with you, little pharmacist? How could my lady be ill?”

In that instant, Aunt Jiang softly said, ”You know, I do feel a bit unwell, this pharmacist is skilled. I’ll go in and let him take a look, you wait in the carriage.”

And so, Aunt Jiang, wearing her bamboo hat, alighted from the carriage.

She slowly walked into the small clinic, and the door quietly closed behind her.

Inside the small clinic, there was sudden silence as Aunt Jiang stood in the middle of the hall, facing Old Xiu and Old He.

The two old figures had smiles on their faces, tears in the corners of their eyes.

Thud...

Suddenly, Aunt Jiang knelt in front of Old Xiu and Old He, then removed her bamboo hat to reveal her tearful face, trembling as she cried, ”Uncle Xiu, Uncle He... you’re actually alive. Is this not a dream?”

”Little Jiang, the ground is cold, get up quickly.” Old He rushed over and helped Aunt Jiang up.

Old Xiu, on the other hand, discreetly wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, sighed deeply, ”Little Jiang, you’re actually alive too. It must be Old Jiang guiding you to appear before us from the other side.”

This Aunt Jiang was, indeed, Old Jiang’s daughter, and it was Old Jiang himself whom Old Xiu had personally buried.

Furthermore, Old Jiang was the only one who had practiced Elder Su’s Sword Killing Technique!