The people were entranced by the attack Yang Dao performed on Xia Jian. It was said that a swordsman will always attack with his sword only. Xia Kun commented, "I see that Young Master Yang seems to be very lethal."

Yue Ling did not reply, her eyes were all focused on her son. This was the first time he was fighting with someone outside the family and practice. She watched him attack and move against his opponent so calmly and confidently that it made her feel proud. Yue Yun was the same but she did not have the luxury to enjoy the performance.

She was wary of Xia Kun, who was watching the fight from the side. However, she was worrying in vain. The big shots present did not lower their guard as well. None of the people liked Xia Kun too much. They would intervene as soon as he acted.

Yang Dao, however, fought without any restraint. He had yet to expose his spirit cultivation. Xia Jian was using his physical strength as well but when he was pushed back, he decided to use his spirit cultivation base as well.

The cultivation in this world was divided into nine levels. The first level was called body formation. The second was Spirit gathering, followed by spirit formation, golden core, Nascent soul, Ascended mortal, immortal, and ascended mortal.

Xia Jian was somewhere in the middle of the body formation which was already best among the people of his age. However, his strength was still useless in front of Yang Dao. Xia Jian was pushed back again and again. He suffered constant beatings under Yang Dao's hand but he never gave up and kept on pushing against him.

Yang Dao sighed and after delivering a kick to the guy, he said, "Time to end this."

The next moment, he revealed his spiritual cultivation. The surrounding people gasped. Yang Dao still acted in moderation. He did not let out all of his cultivation. He only circulated the spirit energy inside his body that was equal to the peak of body formation. However, he was just ten years old, the people were surprised at this development.

To them, Yang Dao was akin to a monster on who they could not help but want to dissect and conduct tests. A ten-year-old peak body formation. This was a face slap to those who were already proud of the same level but were elder to Yang Dao in age. No one in the crowd could now take off their eyes from the two children in front of them.

Yang Dao did not care about the shock in the eyes of the crowd, he exerted some strength and appeared beside Xia Jian. The latter did not even have the time to react before a cold blade was placed against his nape. Yue Yun did not announce the result when Xia Kun said, "This is our loss."

Yang Dao could sense a shiver escape, Xia Jian, he turned around to look at Xia Kun and said, "I wonder if mister Xia has some time for a dialog in private."

This proposal was made unexpectedly to the crowd. Xia Kun was surprised and intrigued by what this boy might want to say. He was a peak golden core cultivator yet this child in front of him was unbothered about this fact. Xia Kun nodded. Despite the cautious glare from his mother Yang Dao just smiled and walked over to the side with Xia Kun.

They were standing out of the earshot of the people, however, it was still close enough for Yue Ling and Yue Yun to act if Yang Dao was to face an attack from Xia Kun. The elder man asked, "Tell me Young Master Yang, why did you call me over? What can you possibly say to me?"

Yang Dao smiled and asked, "Mr. Xia, why do you act the way you do? I can sense that your talent is no less than my mother's. however, your cultivation level seems to be lagging behind. I do not think you have any physical burdens on your body?"

Xia Kun was surprised, but at the same time, he was amused. He did not expect this boy to say such a thing. How can a ten-year-old make speculations by what his level of talent was and whether he had injuries on his body or not? He asked, "Young Master Yang, what is your point? I do not have all day for you."

Yang Dao sighed and said, "Those you pursue emotions are strong, but only till they can control their emotions and not let the emotions control them. You might be aware of this already, but the blind pursuit of emotions makes one akin to a feral beast. I can sense that you do not wish to be greeted with a hateful gaze."

His words made Xia Kun's facial expression turn solemn. Yang Dao spoke with a smile, "You want the people to respect you and look up to you. Is that not the reason why you started to act in a manner that you will stand out and gradually you became what you are at the moment. You lost control of your emotions. When you told me how a beast made Xia Jian unable to speak, your eyes flashed with pain.

You were remorseful of your actions. You simply want your child to redeem you, to be the sword (Jian means sword in mandarin) that will cut off the stained shroud on your being. Am I correct?"

He took a pause and gazed at the surprised man in front of him. After watching Xia Kun struggle with himself he said, "Sir Xia, you can change yourself and you need to do what your heart wishes to, however, what your heart might wish or not depends on you. A sword also needs to be sheathed and cared for. If you only treat it as a tool. Then someday this tool may cut you as well."

Xia Kun was shocked and swept off his feet at the moment. He did not think that he will be preached to, by a ten-year-old child. However, he understood that every word Yang Dao said was true. He may have put up a facade of being adamant and unbothered by what he did but he regretted his deeds more than anyone.

Yang Dao found the man lost in his thoughts and silently walked back to his mother. Yue Ling could not help but grab a hold of his ear and twist it. But the guy bypassed her quickly before she could do it. He came to Xia Jian, who stood with his head down, and said with a smile, "Why are you looking down? You fought the best that you could. You can be even better if you understood what sword meant. A sword is confident and righteous. It can cut through the heavens and hell. At the same time, it can protect the weak and bestow life upon those who suffer.

Well, you are my peer. This is the first time I have met and made friends with someone outside my family. I will give you a gift."

His words shocked the people. They did not understand what he meant by the words, 'Made a friend.'

Yue Ling and Yue Yun smiled at this. They shook their head, they were aware of his longing for friends. He was loved by everyone in the family but was constrained inside the house and would hardly be his true self. The image of a child with a higher mental intellect overpowered the child inside him.

Yang Dao took out a vial from inside his space ring and extended his hand to the boy, he said, "if you also want to be a friend. Take it. I promise you will not regret it." he leaned forward and whispered to the boy who was still in shock.

'Your father will not be harsh anymore.' jolting the boy from his stupor. He instinctively opened his mouth and wanted to say something when he recalled that he could not speak, his moth cavity had no tongue. However, before he could close his mouth, Yang Dao cracked the vial and poured the content inside his mouth.

Xia Jian placed a palm to cover his face. The surrounding people were astounded and they cast each other a look while whispering. Yang Dao said, "That was a peerless heaven-level medicine, that my great grandpa gave me for dire times. You can thank me later."

He waved his hand and came back to his mother's side. The lady placed a hand on his shoulder while her gaze scanned him for injuries. At this moment, Xia Kun also came over and his eyes were riddled with struggle. He saw his son holding his mouth and his body shivering controllably. He walked over and stretched out his hand by instinct when Xia Jian suddenly took a step back and said, "No."

This single sound made the scene descend in silence yet broke down the calm in the heart of the people to a punch.