Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time - Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Determined to Start All Over Again and Regain the Old Land, I Can Pay Homage to the Former Capital of the Empire (1)

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Amidst the thunderous clouds, the white rain assaulted the cold.

The sudden spring rain fell into the human world and came suddenly.

However, in the numbered room where An Le was, sword qi filled the universe. The sword qi intertwined as Ink Pool Sword flew over and enveloped the entire numbered room, causing the atmosphere to be like the brilliant sun illuminating the world. It carried a hint of enthusiasm and dispersed the cold of the rainstorm.

An Le’s eyes sparkled as he held the brush and wrote on the white scroll. Words that seemed to be filled with emotions jumped out of the brush.

Outside the numbered room, armored soldiers carried sabers at their waists and dutifully endured the rain. The rainwater made white streamers on their cold armor, like a veil.

At this moment, a soldier narrowed his eyes and stared at the young man writing the essay in the numbered room through the rain curtain. He felt the sharp sword qi intertwining and sensed the pervading and surging mind.

A violent blood qi inexplicably surged out of his body that was originally cold from the rain.

For a moment, the soldiers were a little curious about what kind of essay the young man was making.

It was like torrential rain that kept falling, adding to the solemnity of the Spring Quarter Examination.

The rain curtain in the distance parted, and three Confucian-robed figures stood quietly. The wisp of literary qi lingering on the tip of their fingers pointed at the young man who was writing an essay in the numbered room.

The three Headmasters of the Literary Department represented three schools of thought. They had countless students under them, and many of them had entered the Literary Music Ranking.

However, it was rare for three Headmasters to appear at the same time and watch a young man write an essay.

“That ink sword was taken from the Sixth Mountain Lord’s Mortal Sword Case, right?” The First Headmaster placed his hands behind his back and looked at the youth who was surging with sword qi in the numbered room. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“That’s right. I didn’t expect the article that triggered the Literary Monument to be written by this child. It’s not surprising at all.” Third Headmaster Wang Banshan stroked his beard and smiled.

The First Headmaster turned to look at him. “You know him?”

Second Headmaster Pang Ji said, “This child is Master An, who is now famous in Lin’an. His ink bamboo is rather stunning. Look at the sword at his waist and a bamboo sword. Headmaster Zhu should recognize this bamboo sword, right?”

When the First Headmaster heard this, he could not help but be stunned. He looked through the bead curtain and saw a bamboo sword on An Le’s waist.

“Zhao Huangting’s Green Mountain?”

The First Headmaster asked in surprise.

“Yes, Zhao Huangting gave Green Mountain to this child because of an ink bamboo painting, or rather, because of the young man’s quality,” the Second Headmaster said slowly.

For a moment, only the sound of the rain falling on the ground reverberated in the world.

“To be able to obtain Green Mountain, he must be an extraordinary young man. Look at the essay he made,” First Headmaster said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the literary qi lingering in his hand suddenly flicked out.

The literary qi was like wisps as it broke through the rain and landed in the numbered room. In the next moment, the world suddenly fell silent in front of the three Headmasters, as if time had stopped. Every drop of white rain froze

in midair.

The First Headmaster raised his hand and tapped on a spring rain that looked like a hidden sword. In an instant, the spring rain changed and condensed into words.

“Since ancient times, when emperors came to rule the world, they used the Central Plains to control the barbarians. The barbarians lived outside to serve the Central Plains. There had never been stories of them ruling the world with the barbarians living in the Central Plains…

When the rain condensed into the youth’s essay, the three Headmasters focused their gazes and stared at each word. They began to read and savor the writing.

The three Headmasters were scholars and each had their own ideals. They had their own standards for appreciating essays.

From An Le’s first sentence, one could tell his attitude towards the North Expedition.

Just at the beginning of the essay, the eyes of the three Headmasters lit up and they had the thought of continuing reading.

The essay was voluminous. If one read it in advance with the words condensed from the spring rain, one would be able to sense the blazing emotions contained in the essay.

“Expel the barbarians and reclaim the Central Plains!”

When the eight characters appeared, it was as if sword qi pierced through the rain and wanted to slash through the pitch-black night, welcoming a myriad of feet of light!

“Good!”

Third Headmaster Wang Banshan admired it to the extreme and could not help but cheer.

The sound shattered the scene, and time returned. The rumbling sound that was majestic like a waterfall enveloped the surroundings again.

First Headmaster Zhu Huoxi and Second Headmaster Pang Ji glanced at Third Headmaster Wang Banshan, their eyes filled with silence.

Once this cheer sounded, it would definitely be sensed.

The three of them shook their heads and did not continue to stay there. However, Third Headmaster Wang Banshan did not care so much. He stroked his beard and laughed. He took a step forward and disappeared into the rain.

The First Headmaster and Second Headmaster also dispersed at the same time. The place where they stood was covered by the storm, and there were no longer any traces.

In the next moment, a majestic mental power swept past. After discovering that there was no trace, it retreated and came back. After repeating this three to four times, it completely retreated.

In a building with white walls and black tiles.

Yan Chaoqing, the deputy examiner in an official robe, sat upright on a wooden chair. His mental power returned to his body. He opened his eyes and frowned

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“I did hear someone cheering just now. Why isn’t there any movement?”

Yan Chaoqing’s cultivation was not weak. His mental power rushed over in an instant, but he still did not catch the other party.

This meant that the other party’s cultivation might be above his.

“Forget it. Perhaps I’m hallucinating. This storm is too heavy. It’s not like a spring rain at all. It’s more like a sudden summer rain.”

On the edge of the black tiles, the rain interwove into a curtain that poured out like a waterfall, adding a little noise to the silent night.

He had also seen the questions for this Spring Quarter Examination. He could already guess the answers from these scholars from all over the dynasty..