Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time - Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Today, I’ll Show Everyone My Anger (2)

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Then, there was the Imperial Examination fraud case. Qin Qianqiu wanted An Le’s reputation to be ruined. He wanted An Le to have no chance of getting up again and become a joke in Lin’an Prefecture. In the end, when An Le fell to the bottom, he would hand over a sword at the right time and end An Le’s life.

However, when all of this failed, Qin Qianqiu arranged another method. This time, he invited a Demon Subduing Master, a genius at the fifth realm of Body Tempering.

He wanted to break An Le’s invincible aura and cut off An Le’s legendary path. He wanted An Le’s spirit to be damaged and his future would be bleak. He wanted An Le to be consigned to eternal damnation.

It was obvious and almost certain that a fifth-stage Body Tempering cultivator would kill a third-stage Body Tempering cultivator.

Qin Qianqiu hated An Le to the core.

Scene after scene flashed before An Le’s eyes. He stepped on the Ink Pool Sword and held the Green Mountain Sword as he rose into the air.

Every time An Le encountered something, if he was not careful, he would be consigned to eternal damnation and be completely smashed to the bottom of the valley.

However, Qin Qianqiu didn’t have to pay any price.

Again and again, this had to stop!

He had to pay the price!

Without a price, it would only fuel the other party’s arrogance and sprinkle dust on his own heart.

An Le stepped on his sword and hovered above West Lake. The killing intent in his heart gradually condensed. Invincible aura, righteous sword qi, and killing intent…

The wind and waves interwove and caused the spring rain falling from the sky to tilt.

The sword qi spread and rose higher and higher. The Green Mountain in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a low sword cry that was completely different from the Ink Pool Sword.

Green Mountain was a bamboo sword, and the sword hum was low, like the sound of silk bamboo. The bamboo sword should be silent, but at this moment, the trembling sword hum meant that Green Mountain had sensed An Le’s mental state and understood An Le’s killing intent, so it hummed.

The killing intent flowed like a river, and Green Mountain could not hide it!

The Ink Pool Sword shook and shattered the raindrops that filled the sky as if it were tearing apart the rain. An Le’s white clothes and wide sleeves were filled with the spring breeze and killing intent. He rode his sword and flew towards the Lake Gazing Building.

They were getting closer and closer!

Green Mountain pointed his sword at Qin Qianqiu, who was in disbelief in the Lake Gazing Building.

A cold sword light rose, and killing intent filled the world!

A gentleman repaid his grievances directly!

Today, he would act like a courageous young man!

On Lake Gazing Building.

There was silence. Qin Qianqiu leaned against the railing and gripped the wooden handguard tightly with both hands. The hand guard had caved in.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, madness, and anger!

“Why?! Why can’t I kill him?!”

“Fakong is at the fifth realm of Body Tempering. He produced Connate Qi and has unparalleled strength. His combat strength far exceeds the third realm, but why did he still lose!”

“Why is this kid so lucky?!”

Qin Qianqiu was furious. The spring rain slanted in and sprinkled on the lacquered wooden handguard, soaking it instantly. As Qin Qianqiu slapped it angrily, it raised misty water.

He stayed in the Lake Gazing Building and chose the best place to admire An Let s death as if he were admiring the spring rain in West Lake!

In his opinion, it was impossible for Monk Fakong, the Demon Subduing Master who cost him 1,000 Origin Spirit Coins and three Demon Spirit Pills, to lose!

Monk Fakong was definitely not a weakling. He had the inheritance of the

Lotus Flower Temple and was one of the disciples of the Holy Monk of the

Lotus Flower Temple, Duhai. The Dharmic techniques he cultivated were all top-notch and were definitely different from Ximen Qiuhua of the Falling Flower Pavilion!

However, he still lost. He even died extremely miserably. His body was exploded and he died without a complete corpse.

As for using An Le’s killing of Monk Fakong on the streets to arrest him?

It was useless. Not to mention that Monk Fakong was not clean to begin with, just An Le himself had gathered an invincible aura. If he came to challenge him now, he had to be prepared to die.

Back then, when Legendary Top Scholar Li You’an gathered an invincible aura and created a legend, there were also people who came to fight because they were unconvinced. In the end, they also died.

In that battle, many cultivators who were unconvinced died.

In the end, it gave rise to Li You’an, the Legendary Top Scholar!

Therefore, it was very difficult to arrest An Le via Monk Fakong’s death.

An Le had the Lin Residence behind him. It was basically impossible to drag An Le down with such a crime and make him fall into prison.

That was why Qin Qianqiu was a little disheartened.

Facing a true genius, he felt rather powerless. Such a genius had not stood on his side and he had yet to crush him to death as soon as possible. Now, he had to pay a thousand times the price to deal with him.

Suddenly, Qin Qianqiu felt a sharpness in the air. His pupils constricted involuntarily. He looked up and saw the white-robed figure riding a sword.

An Le!

He was here!

Qin Qianqiu’s hair stood on end. The trauma of his mental power was damaged by An Le’s righteous sword qi in Prime Minister Qin’s Residence, and it enveloped his heart again.

He quickly retracted his hand and staggered back into the building from the railing. His back hit the chair, causing the table and chairs to tilt and collapse.

In the building, Wang Qinhe’s expression changed slightly.

His mind was at Shedding Mortality, so he naturally sensed the killing intent that was like a violent storm.

After An Le killed Monk Fakong, killing intent rose in his heart. He still wanted to kill!

Ink Pool Sword carried An Le’s figure and floated above the Lake Gazing Building. Through the railing, he saw Qin Qianqiu, who still had lingering fear in his eyes.

An Le took a step forward and landed on the observation platform of Lake Gazing Restaurant. The Ink Pool Sword and Green Mountain were accompanied by soft cries, causing the murderous aura on An Le’s body to become even sharper.

The clear sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet floor of Lake Gazing.

Qi Blood circulated and evaporated the last drop of spring rain on his body. An Le looked at Qin Qianqiu and said indifferently, “Young Master Qin, we meet again.. Do you know that after the first and second attempts, there cannot be a third?”