Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time - Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Girl Takes 27 Lives, A Painting Shocks Half of Lin ‘ an

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A wisp of golden incense pillar curled up and burned. The smoke and fire gathered into a painting, recalling the glorious years of the past.

Like a stone thrown into a mirror lake, the scene fluctuated.

An Le was a little curious about what kind of past this wisp of Molten Gold Age Qi could see and what kind of Age Dao Fruit it could gather.

Under the spring rain in the mountains, the young girl who stood quietly behind him with an umbrella and followed him to the 300th step of Green Mountain, Ye Wenxi of the Ye family… It was rumored that she was also the owner of the Little Sacred Token and a competitor for An Le.

Therefore, he was curious.

It was reasonable to take advantage of competitors to strengthen himself.

The evening clouds were thick, and white snow flew from the sky.

It was cold and sinister.

It landed on the vast land and absorbed the blood, turning it into a blood-red color. It was even more dazzling than the moon and the sun.

“Wenxi, are you afraid?”

“I’m not afraid.’

“As members of the Ye family, it’s our lifelong wish to cross the Blue Wave River to gallop in our homeland to take back the Central Plains that belong to us.”

“Wenxi knows!”

“Go, kill, fight, and become stronger. When you become strong enough, I’ll help you ascend the Sacred Mountain and ask for a Little Sacred Token. You can ask the Sacred Teacher if my Ye family’s sword and spear can reclaim the Central Plains.”

“Yes!”

The calm conversation carried a hint of surging Qi Blood as it shattered the snow in the sky.

A man in armor held a spear in his hand and stood quietly. He lowered his eyes and looked at the young girl like a ferocious tiger watching the young tiger’s first battle.

The young girl, Ye Wenxi, was still childish. She dragged a green sword with a firm gaze and stepped on the red snow on the ground. Her small body shouted loudly as she jogged forward with her sword.

Lonely and petite.

She was charging.

There was a military team formed by 20 to 30 cultivators. Their Qi Blood intertwined like a curtain as they walked over. Their eyes were ferocious and filled with killing intent. It was as if they wanted to sweep away the sunset clouds in the sky. The aura of metal and horses was suffocating.

The girl experienced the initial fear. Qi Blood surged under her skin and her mental power vented from her Niwan Palace.

The sword in her hand emitted tens of millions of sword beams that seeped into the body of the cultivator in the lead. A head flew up, and hot blood splashed onto the snow, melting the coldness.

The other cultivators rushed over and drowned the young girl, Ye Wenxi.

Fighting, killing, and constantly becoming stronger.

The young girl, Ye Wenxi, seemed to have entered a trance. Her eyes became even more emotionless, and there was only killing in front of her.

She wanted to continuously become stronger, strong enough to inherit the will of the Ye family. She wanted to carry the spear and sword of the Ye family and let the hooves of the Ye family’s warhorse trample across the former Central Plains!

The man in armor watched quietly. The spear in his hand pointed out at the right time. An enemy expert who wanted to interfere was directly pierced through the air. As he howled miserably, blood dyed the snow and yellow sand.

15 minutes, 30 minutes.

The young girl, Ye Wenxi, was panting as she stood in the snow with her sword.

Around her, 27 corpses fell.

She looked up at the armored man.

At this point, the scene disappeared. The past could not be left behind. Time passed without stopping for anyone.

An Le used Age Qi to see how outstanding the young girl was in time, and his mind could not help but be shocked.

The scene in this wisp of Age Qi was different from the scene An Le had observed previously.

There was no sadness and parting, no joy. There was a hint of tragedy and responsibility.

Through the scene, he could feel the girl’s stubbornness and the armored man’s anticipation.

An Le slowly opened his eyes. The night was dark and cold. The spring frost that rose in the middle of the night seemed to have condensed into morning dew in his clothes.

He couldn’t calm down for a long time. Seeing Ye Wenxi draw her sword and kill people, it was as if he was there himself, and the impact on his mental power was ratner Intense.

However, what surprised An Le even more was that a soft girl like Ye Wenxi had taken 27 lives in half an hour.

This contrast made An Le feel even more vigilant about Ye Wenxi’s strength and impressive talent.

Madam Hua said that Ye Wenxi was the true prodigy of this generation of the Ye family. She could indeed be called a genius. Luo Qingchen’s Tofu Dao heart was nothing in comparison.

This woman would be his opponent on the Little Sacred Ranking…

The cold spring came late at night, and An Le immediately felt some pressure.

[Obtained Age Dao Fruit: Trance]

[Note: Trance (Dao Fruit): In combat, enter the trance and put your life and death aside. Only in battle can your combat techniques, skills, and fighting spirit increase greatly. Your combat strength will increase greatly.]

A wisp of Molten Gold Age Qi condensed the Dao Fruit Trance.

It was somewhat similar to the Dao Fruit [Fearless Heart]. They were both Dao Fruits that could not be augmented with Age Qi, but the effect was rather effective.

The Fearless Heart could allow An Le to be fearless. Facing pressure, difficulties, and obstacles, he was fearless. He could even obtain the Dao Fruit’s feedback.

As for the [Trance] Dao Fruit, it was used in battle. He could activate Trance and greatly increase his combat strength.

In a very strange state, An Le recalled the scene of Ye Wenxi charging alone and killing 27 enemy soldiers.

It was an unexpected gain. Such a Dao Fruit could not be used usually, but it might have a miraculous effect when needed.

The night was deep, and before he knew it, it was already dawn.

An Le did not choose to cultivate further. He got up and entered the house. He took out a book, lit the lamp, and began to read.

Another condition to meet the Sacred Teacher was to become the top scholar in the Imperial Examination!

Therefore, with the Spring Quarter Examination imminent, he had to study every day.

Prime Minister Qin’s residence.

In the long corridor, there were flowing goblets and winding water. Although the night was dark, there were still people sitting and talking in the Water Pavilion.

Young Master Qin Qianqiu sat upright in a pavilion. What was placed in front of him was not tea, but the rare wine, Penglai Spring, in Lin’an Prefecture. It was a wine brewed from spiritual fruits of heaven and earth. Drinking it could draw spiritual energy from one’s body and strengthen one’s cultivation.

Opposite Qin Qianqiu, Luo Qingchen sat quietly. He had not drunk a single drop of wine.

The atmosphere in the pavilion was a little stiff.

Because Qin Qianqiu was drinking non-stop and had a cold attitude, he didn’t say much.

Originally, he had great expectations for Luo Qingchen to become a Mountain Guardian on the Sixth Mountain. However, when this anticipation shattered, all that was left was frustration and disappointment.

Luo Qingchen could naturally sense this atmosphere, so he did not say much. He was also not qualified to explain anything.

“Mr. Luo, that An Le… came from Chongzhou. He had only cultivated for a few days, but he could suppress you and ascend the Sixth Mountain to obtain the Little Sacred Token. He even covered your Dao heart in dust.”

“There are talents in every generation. Your former magnificence is no longer there. You’re completely dejected at the moment.”

Qin Qianqiu sighed and said, “Back then, when you came from Qingzhou, you were as dazzling as shining gold. With a sword in hand, you won both battles in

Lin’an. How proud you were.”

“This An Le looks so much like the former you.”

“But he has a brighter future than you. He obtained the Little Sacred Token and his paintings were even praised in the Literary Department. He established the ink bamboo style alone.”

“It’s a pity that such a talent didn’t enter my circle. It’s a pity.”

Qin Qianqiu seemed to be troubled as he suddenly drank a glass of wine.

Luo Qingchen turned to look at the prosperous Prime Minister Qin’s Water Pavilion, his expression much calmer.

No matter how much Qin Qianqiu’s words dealt him a blow, he remained calm. Perhaps he had gotten used to it after receiving so many blows.

“Qingchen has let down Prime Minister Qin’s many years of nurturing and resources.”

Luo Qingchen finally raised his cup and took a sip.

Qin Qianqiu’s gaze landed on Luo Qingchen. His pupils seemed to reflect the moonlight, making him look a little cold. “Mr. Luo, this new guest on the Little Sacred Ranking has a deep relationship with the Lin Residence. The Qin Residence and the Lin Residence are mortal enemies. It would be best if he could enter the Qin Residence. If not…”

Killing intent suddenly surged in the Water Pavilion.

At first, Qin Qianqiu didn’t think much of it. He only thought that An Le was an 18 -year-old commoner who had just been enlightened. Then, the young man stood out and won the Little Sacred Token. Now, his value was greatly elevated.

Such a change had only occurred in a few days.

Luo Qingchen drank calmly.

“If he can’t enter the Qin Residence, I will need you to kill him.” Qin Qianqiu looked at Luo Qingchen and finally showed enthusiasm again.

Luo Qingchen looked at Qin Qianqiu.

Killing An Le? Hua Jiebing thought highly of this person and he had just obtained a Little Sacred Token along with the sword of the Sixth Mountain

Lord. Was he asking Luo Qingchen to give up his life in exchange for An Le’s?

“Young Master, my Dao heart is covered in dust. I need to recuperate and cleanse my heart. Find someone else for this.”

Luo Qingchen stood up and shook his head. He stood up, bowed, and bade farewell before turning to leave.

Qin Qianqiu sat upright in the pavilion and stared at Luo Qingchen’s back. “Let’s not talk about that Eastern Sea Heart Cleansing Pearl. Just the wealth and cultivation resources that the Qin Residence has given you over the years, you should show some repayment, right?”

Luo Qingchen’s back paused for a moment before he pushed through the cold night and left the Qin Residence.

After drinking a cup of Penglai Spring Wine that reflected the moonlight, Qin Qianqiu suddenly sneered.

The warmth of the dawn dispelled the coldness of the spring day.

The entire Lin’an Prefecture began to stir uneasily.

Yesterday, at the foot of the Sixth Mountain, the white-robed young man climbed the mountain alone with a sword. He plucked an Ink Pool Sword from under the peach tree. The cultivators who were observing the young man obtain the sword sent people to gather all the information about the young man.

He had been enlightened at the age of 18. In just a few days, he had already reached the Spirit Refinement Embryonic Breath Realm, and in terms of Body Tempering, his Spirit Bone was forged. He had matured late!

He was also a Provincial Scholar who had entered Lin’an to attend the Spring Quarter Examination.

What was even more shocking was the young man’s painting. He used a strange sketch to gain the attention of the Lin Residence and became the painter of the Lin family. Then, the young man’s Water Ink Bamboo Stone Painting spread in the Literary Department.

The ink bamboo was admired and praised by the two Headmasters of the

Literary Department and they even personally shared it with the scholars.

It could be said that he was the creator of the ink bamboo style and could be called a master!

A painting, a sword, and a young man shocked half of Lin’an.

On this day, the demand for the ink bamboo painting circulated from the Literary Department in Lin’an was insufficient. It was widely circulated, and all the scholars in Lin’an were alarmed.

On this day, Master An’s name swept across like a hurricane!

On this day, An Le woke up early. As usual, he read while heading to West Lake to watch the female courtesan..