Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time - Chapter 54
Chapter 54: We Are Both Nobodies, Like Mayflies in This World
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The Ink Pool Sword in An Le’s hand was taken from the Sixth Mountain. It was personally given to him by the Sixth Mountain Lord. Although its grade was not high, it made people not dare to underestimate it.
As for the other tattered bamboo sword that the youth had pinned to his waist, it was not so eye-catching. What threat could a tattered old bamboo sword pose?
Perhaps it was just an item that the old man in the family had cut for him when he was young and had extraordinary meaning. Therefore, it was worn by the young man. It was a symbol of the young man’s dream of traveling the world with a sword.
Zhu Shan naturally did not know the origin of the bamboo sword. Even Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe, who were in the carriage far away, had no impression of this broken bamboo sword.
They could not associate the broken bamboo sword at the young man’s waist with the centuries-old sword of the legendary figure of the Great Zhao
Dynasty.
Therefore, when Zhu Shan released the surging Qi Blood that had been smelted into a pill, his mental power was locked onto the Ink Pool Sword in An Le’s hand, observing and predicting An Le’s next move.
However, Zhu Shan, who had been locked onto the Ink Pool Sword, suddenly realized that it had disappeared. Like a ball of thick ink, it fused into the pitch-black night and disappeared without a trace. It disappeared in front of his eyes and under his mental power!
A threatening feeling that made his hair stand on end instantly surged into his heart!
Where was the sword?!
A gust of wind blew, and sharpness appeared out of thin air!
Stars sprinkled down from hundreds of thousands of feet and splashed in front of Zhu Shan. A sword light appeared from the darkness with starlight.
The tip of the sword, the body of the sword, the hilt… A complete sword appeared out of thin air and swept over!
Like a black bolt of lightning, it crossed the endless night!
It was too close!
Only when the sword approached did Zhu Shan realize that in an instant, the threat of death had spread to every part of his mental power!
His muscles seemed to have stiffened under the horror of death!
However, Zhu Shan did not give up just like that. He wanted Sir to leave Lin’an safely. How could he be defeated the moment he attacked? Then what was the point of him coming here to fight for Sir?
Instead, it would put him in a dilemma!
With a low roar, like the venting of a wild beast at the end of its rope, the perfectly round Qi Blood Inner Core in Zhu Shan’s dantian spun at high speed, squeezing out and pushing out a majestic Qi Blood force from every corner of his body!
His burly body and knotted muscles suddenly swelled at this moment. His skin, muscles, and Spirit Bone exploded with strength and forcefully twisted his body, twisting his knotted muscles like a fried dough twist!
Pfft!! !
The unexpected Ink Pool Sword passed through Zhu Shan’s shoulder, bringing with it a spray of blood. It cut open Zhu Shan’s skin and flesh, accompanied by the sword cry and the sword cry of cutting blood beads, cutting off a corner of the bamboo hat on Zhu Shan’s head!
Zhu Shan’s Qi Blood burned like flames as his legs stabbed into the limestone, causing the ground to crack. His body spun before stopping.
The Ink Pool Sword returned to the white-robed youth’s side with a sword light and floated quietly.
Zhu Shan panted heavily, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He was a martial artist at the third realm of Body Tempering who had his Qi Blood fused into an Inner Core. However, he could not use his Qi Blood advantage at all and was suppressed in the confrontation.
The Ink Pool Sword was like a poisonous snake in the night.
“Sword Control? Spirit Refinement Shedding Mortality?!”
Zhu Shan looked at the young man in disbelief.
However, An Le did not respond to him. Since Zhu Shan had made his decision, he had to be responsible for his own decision.
An Le raised his hand and tapped the Ink Pool Sword lightly. In an instant, a gust of wind blew past, and the Ink Pool Sword disappeared into the night again.
It was like a top-notch assassin, waiting for the opportunity to kill him in one strike.
“No, your mind hasn’t entered the Shedding Mortality Realm. It’s at the Embryonic Breath Realm like mine. This isn’t Sword Control!”
Zhu Shan took a deep breath, his body began to move again.
Under the skin, every pore seeped out a misty Qi Blood, turning into an intertwined Blood Python. It surrounded it at high speed and controlled it with mental power, constantly guarding against the Ink Pool Sword that stabbed out from the darkness.
Zhu Shan understood that he had to get close to An Le and suppress him with his Body Tempering cultivation of a higher realm!
An Le’s Body Tempering cultivation had only broken through to the second realm at the foot of the Sixth Mountain. Once he got close, he had the confidence to kill An Le!
Qi Blood clung to the broad-faced saber, and Zhu Shan’s mind was stimulated like a taut string by the Ink Pool Sword hidden in the darkness.
Zhu Shan moved. The limestone under his feet exploded, and his body pulled up a blood mist as he charged towards An Le.
An Le’s white clothes fluttered as he raised his hand and gently pressed down. His mental power was like a wisp.
A breeze blew and the sword qi approached!
In an instant, starlight scattered as the Ink Pool Sword appeared again!
It was like an artist tapping a drop of ink on a piece of white paper.
It was extremely crafty as it appeared beside Zhu Shan’s neck. Sharp sword qi spat out and instantly broke through Zhu Shan’s blood qi.
The strength of An Le’s mind was already infinitely close to the third realm of Spirit Refinement. This was something Zhu Shan had not expected. This pressure made him feel cold all over.
With a furious roar, Zhu Shan continued to run.
The smelted Inner Core Qi Blood that he intertwined on the surface of his body squeezed out with a bang and transformed into a flood dragon python that roared as it charged towards the Ink Pool Sword.
It wanted to flush the Ink Pool Sword away!
However, An Le’s mental power surged. The world seemed to be filled with dense thread-like sword qi, like a thread controlling the Ink Pool Sword.
An Le pressed his palm down.
The Ink Pool Sword trembled and the speed of the stab suddenly increased!
A clear sword cry burst forth!
At this moment, the sword cry was like the neigh of a wild horse in the grassland!
The horse’s hooves landed and exploded the void!
Zhu Shan’s pupils constricted. He felt like a pitch-black wild horse was charging at him arrogantly!
It was so fast that it exceeded his mental power perception.
The Ink Pool Sword was the sword of painting and calligraphy. An Le drew the Galloping Horse Painting and nurtured the sword qi of the Ink Pool Sword, which contained the meaning of galloping!
The sword qi fused with the painting and actually produced an unprecedented phenomenon!
Zhu Shan’s hair stood on end. Even with his Qi Blood Inner Core cultivation, he could not dodge that strike.
The Qi Blood flood dragon python was killed!
His skin was torn open and blood gushed out!
However, Zhu Shan’s eyes were red and he did not care. In his fiery eyes, there was only the young man bathing in starlight in the night!
“Kill!!!”
His neck was pierced by the Ink Pool Sword, his blood vessels were cut, and blood surged!
However, An Le’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The flesh on Zhu Shan’s neck was like refined iron that stuck to the Ink Pool Sword!
Boundless strength exploded with a bang. With the Ink Pool Sword stuck in
Zhu Shan’s neck, he took a few large strides and shattered the limestone with every step. Like a ferocious bear in the forest, he finally approached An Le. The pressure of the Qi Blood Inner Core realm smashed down like a mountain!
The broad-faced saber in his hand slashed out fiercely.
This was a saber move that had fused all his belief, Qi Blood, fighting spirit, and hope!
However, a tattered bamboo sword with a splash of blood pierced through the tip of Zhu Shan’s back. Then, with an invincible aura, it shattered a circle of energy ripples that wanted to blow up the clouds!
Collapsing Sword Force!
The bamboo sword pierced through his body and shattered Zhu Shan’s Inner Core which was refined from Qi Blood. It also enveloped all of Zhu Shan’s qi and strength.
The saber slashed down weakly, but An Le gently slapped it away.
Accompanied by a muffled sound, the saber struck An Le’s side, leaving a saber mark on the limestone and raising a breeze.
Zhu Shan’s burly body had a huge hole in it. He leaned on his saber as blood flowed from his mouth and nose. Blood tears flowed from his eyes as he looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated and guilty expression.
“Young Master An… please… please forgive Zhu Shan’s offense.”
An Le looked at Zhu Shan with a hint of sorrow and relief in his eyes.
“You and I are both nobodies. We’re like mayflies in this world. We can’t control anything. ”
“But in this world, there will always be someone worthy of you risking your life for.” An Le said.
“Young Master An… I’m sorry. I just want Sir to live.”
“Sir once saved me from danger. Now, I want to do my best… to let him return to the place where his dream started.”
“This… is all I can do.”
As Zhu Shan coughed up blood, he said that he did not blame An Le. If he wanted to kill An Le, what was there to complain about?
He was blaming Qin Qianqiu, the young master of the Qin Residence who had forced his master to his death. If his master lost his value, he would be abandoned.
An Le did not say anything else. All of this was Zhu Shan’s choice, but in fact, Zhu Shan had no choice. Qin Qianqiu had asked him to kill An Le. How could a small fry like him have any choice with the words of such a benefactor?
The bamboo sword returned and the Ink Pool Sword was slowly drawn out. It also returned to An Le’s side. Both swords were not stained with blood.
Zhu Shan’s body was bathed in blood, his vision began to blur.
Holding his saber, he stood rooted to the ground. The starlight was dazzling, and the moonlight was as cold as frost.
Zhu Shan raised his head and looked at the end of the long street.
In the night, the gray fog was hazy, as if there was no hope ahead.
In front of him, the past seemed to have appeared like a painting.
He saw that he had once killed his enemy with a saber and was thrown into the Black Office’s prison. When there was no hope, Sir came like a shooting star and saved him with a smile.
He had driven the carriage that brought Sir to Qingzhou to challenge all kinds of talents. He had watched ten battles and saw Sir rise. What a genius.
He saw the carriage leave Qingzhou for Lin’an and walk past the mountains and rivers. Sir touched his sword and sang loudly. He raised his whip and sang along.
He saw that the man in the carriage was smiling, and so was he on the shaft.
He saw…
He would never see it again.
The long journey should be filled with sorrow at the end of spring. The last night was still a dream.
A regretful sigh came from the burly coachman.
“Sir, Zhu Shan can’t drive you back to Qingzhou.”
In the small estate, there were flowing goblets and winding water.
A small silver sword floated in front of Luo Qingchen. His mental power was like the sea, and the sword qi was like frost, washing away the dust on his Dao heart.
Suddenly, his heart trembled.
There seemed to be a sigh wrapped in the cold spring night wind.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
He suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of the long street, clenching his fists.
The small silver sword wrapped around his body like a snake.
He soared into the sky and flashed towards the long street in the distance like a madman..
