The Demon And The Sword​

Chapter 1

Ever since the creation of the world, the Orthodox Sects and the Demon Sects have been battling for dominance. Fifty years ago, in an epic battle, the Orthodox Sects wiped out the Demon Sects and killed their leader, Yu Ji. Since then, the Orthodox Sects have dominated the Martial Arts World. Recently however, the Demon Sects have begun regrouping. The Demon King Ma Biao has been gathering forces and seems poised to challenge the Orthodox Sects. He is aided by three young disciples; the most gifted among them is Yang Jiang, 'Demon of Death'.

Autumn. The air was cool and crisp, like a refreshing drink of cool water. The breeze fluttered around, gently caressing everything it touched. The falling red leaves fluttered down, sparsed in the cool mid-autumn air. It was past midnight. The mist made the night even scarier in Lu Graveyard. Strange sounds could be heard. It was as if the dead would rise up from their graves at any moment.

Suddenly, the sound of steps could be heard. The steps caused dust to blow and merge with the mist. A man was walking in the graveyard. The man was in his late fifties. His large head contrasted with his slim body. His mustache was quite long. He was wearing a white robe, but it had become grey due to the dust.

"Yang Jiang, you evil Demon, come out!", he said with crystal clear voice.

A man appeared from behind the trees, where he had been hiding. He was tall and refined. He had long black hair, was wearing a purple silk robe and held a long sword on his right hand. A black mask covered his entire face. No one, aside from the Demon King himself, had ever seen his real face.

Yang Jiang walked forward fully confident and with a smile on his face, although the mask concealed it. He had an air of winner in him. He also did not seem surprised that this man had come to the graveyard looking for him. It was as if he had predicted that this man would come here.

"Taoist Yao I suppose?", Jiang asked.

"I know that you are going to meet with Wu here tonight! Too bad I discovered your plan... Now I am going to kill both you and that traitor."

Jiang laughed. "I have already met with Wu and he has already told me where the 'Five Elements Scroll' is. He also told me that you suspected him. So you are not the one spoiling my plans; it's the opposite."

Yao clenched his fists in anger and said, "I will not let you get that scroll!"

"You are delusional. Do you really think that with your meagre skills you can be my match? I am not known as the 'Demon of Death' for nothing..."

Yao unsheathed his sword. The blade of the sword was emitting a blue light and Yao's face reflected upon it. The blade was so clear that it was like a mirror. On the other hand, Jiang's sword was old, rusty and covered with dust. That sword was also scarred, a sign that it had fought many battles. One would expect a more refined sword considering the fame of Jiang. This sword looked like a cheap sabre which anyone with a modest income could buy.

Yet, in the eyes of a great swordsman, the difference between Yao and Jiang and their respective swords was already clear. Yao was a man holding a sword. Jiang had become one with his sword.

In a split of a second, the two swords had collided. A loud clang sound was heard and it seemed like the earth shook. Jiang lunged forward and pushed back Yao with vicious and quick attacks. Yao, forced on the defensive, channeled his internal energy into his sword; he then counterattacked. His attacks were ferocious but Jiang parried them with ease.

"I am disappointed", Jiang said. "I expected you to be more powerful."

Yao pointed his sword at Jiang and thrust it towards him. As the sword sped forward, a loud sound was heard, revealing the strength behind the thrust. Jiang did not even move his feet. His sword flickered and stabbed Yao's shoulder. Yao, screaming in pain, let his sword fall on the ground. With a swift move, Jiang slashed his sword across Yao's chest. He collapsed on the ground; dead.