Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 53: Legendary Top Scholar Returns to Lin ‘an, The Vanished Sword in the Young Man ‘s Hand

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At the entrance of Qingbo Street, it was silent.

At some point, the figures walking hurriedly on the long street disappeared without a trace, as if they had been deliberately cleared.

The burly coachman stood on the shaft of the carriage and held his saber as he bowed to An Le.

There was no killing intent in the atmosphere. Instead, there was a hint of helplessness.

An Le held the yellow wine and beef and looked indifferently at the coachman who was bathed in starlight and carrying a knife at night. He frowned slightly.

He looked at the carriage behind the coachman. “Luo Qingchen wants to kill me? Is he in the carriage?”

The burly coachman, Zhu Shan, looked up with a bitter expression. “Young Master An, don’t worry. Sir is not in the carriage.”

“He doesn’t know about my visit either.”

The burly coachman was unwilling to attack An Le. He knew that An Le was holding the Little Sacred Token and had the protection of the Lin Residence’s Jade Guanyin. It was not something a mere coachman like him could touch.

But… he had no choice.

Young Master Qin found him and asked him to kill An Le. If he could kill An Le, the dejected Luo Qingchen could leave Lin’an Prefecture safely and return to Qingzhou.

This was because Luo Qingchen had rejected Qin Qianqiu’s request. With Qin Qianqiu’s domineering personality, he definitely wouldn’t let Luo Qingchen leave Lin’an so easily. If he couldn’t protect him, he wouldn’t even be able to leave Lin’an.

As the coachman, Zhu Shan, had followed Luo Qingchen all the way out of Qingzhou and watched his building rise and collapse, it could be said that he

was the closest to Luo Qingchen in Lin’an.

Moreover, Luo Qingchen had saved Zhu Shan’s life.

Zhu Shan knew how much pain Luo Qingchen was in. Now that his master was finally going to make the decision to return to Qingzhou, he could not leave because of the young man’s matter.

Because of this, Zhu Shan agreed to let Qin Qianqiu kill An Le.

“Sir can only live if Young Master An dies.” Zhu Shan looked at An Le, guilt gradually appearing on his face.

“Perhaps some of the dust on his Dao heart because of Young Master will be washed away. Most importantly, he can leave Lin’an and return to Qingzhou, the place where the dream began.”

Therefore, this was the reason why the coachman, Zhu Shan, carried a knife at night.

The burly coachman, Zhu Shan, looked at the young man in white under the stars. His gaze under the bamboo hat revealed a hint of shame.

“Young Master An, sorry for offending you.”

“Zhu Shan wants Sir to return to Qingzhou, so I can only invite Young Master

An to die.”

Zhu Shan raised his saber and bowed again.

He then jumped down from the shaft of the carriage. His feet felt like they were stabbing into the ground, and boundless Qi Blood surged under his skin like a stormy wave that exploded his eardrums!

Under the starlight, An Le came to a realization when he heard that. He looked at the coachman, who had a guilty expression but was still holding his saber and exuding Qi Blood, without much emotion in his eyes.

“A slave worries for the master, but you have to use my life to be loyal. I admire your loyalty and courage, but I won’t hold back because of this.”

“In addition, have you asked Luo Qingchen’s permission to kill me? If you die, he might really be left alone in Lin’an Prefecture.”

“Luo Qingchen might even come to kill me for your revenge. At that time, he might be killed by an even stronger expert who protects me, fulfilling the wish of the person who instructed you to kill me.” An Le said softly.

His voice was like a huge bell, shaking the coachman, Zhu Shan, to the point that he was momentarily at a loss.

Would Sir… avenge his death?

An Le did not say anything else. He slowly put down the beef wrapped in old yellow wine and oil paper and placed it neatly by the roadside.

Then, he stood up and looked at the burly coachman, Zhu Shan, who was holding a broad saber with a slightly blank expression. He took off the Ink Pool Sword at his waist and unsheathed it. The tip of the sword touched the ground.

An Le calmly looked at the burly coachman, Zhu Shan, and waited for his choice.

In fact, An Le could guess who forced Zhu Shan to kill him. Other than Qin

Qianqiu, there was no one else. He rejected the invitation and immediatelv arranged for Zhu Shan to kill him.

In the eyes of many people, An Le’s backing was the Lin Residence and Madam Hua. However, in Qin Qianqiu’s eyes, such backing was useless. It could even increase his determination to kill.

If not for the Little Sacred Token and the rules of the Sacred Mountain, Qin Qianqiu might have dared to directly send cultivators who were above the five realms to assassinate Madam Hua while she was not in Lin’an.

An Le exhaled. Facing the Qin Residence and Qin Qianqiu, who treated his life like grass, An Le’s heart was burning.

A gentleman repays kindness with kindness and complains directly.

A drop of water could be repaid with a spring. However, he remembered today’s schemes and plots. He would repay them double in the future.

An Le had never been a saint. Benevolence was to be repaid, and vengeance was to be served. He had to be clear on this.

In the distance.

The burly coachman Zhu Shan’s expression kept changing. In the end, he gritted his teeth.

The face under the bamboo hat was raised, and the guilt became even stronger. The blood qi in his body was like rain in summer, becoming even more majestic.

Clearly, he had already made his decision.

The carriage quietly stopped a mile away from the entrance of Jing Street.

“That’s Luo Qingchen’s coachman, right? Brother Qin, you killed two birds with one stone.”

Wang Qinhe had the Dragon Spine Saber at his waist and smiled.

“Let this coachman kill An Le. It’s best if he can’t kill him. If An Le kills him instead, Luo Qingchen will definitely take revenge. With Luo Qingchen’s strength, if he kills An Le for revenge, An Le will definitely die, and Hua Jiebing will kill Luo Qingchen.”

“Luo Qingchen rejected your order, so you plan to completely abandon him.”

“Tsk, brilliant.”

Qin Qianqiu chuckled and shook his head. “It’s not killing two birds with one stone. It’s killing three birds with one stone. Isn’t this helping Brother Wang remove a threat and asking Brother Wang to remember this favor?”

“The Sacred Mountain has rules. No faction is allowed to send cultivators who have surpassed the holder of the Little Sacred Token by two realms to assassinate them. In the eyes of the Sacred Mountain, those who are one realm higher are all training partners.”

“This coachman is just right. Furthermore, I’m certain that this coachman will do his best and even burn his blood to kill An Le.”

Qin Qianqiu played with the wine cup in his hand and said calmly.

“Because he’s a very qualified servant.”

Outside Lin’an Prefecture.

The evening clouds float and sink.

Under the cold moonlight, a burly figure floated in the sky. His clothes fluttered, and he carried a saber on his back. His powerful Qi Blood seemed to cause the world to change color.

He seemed to be waiting for someone as if he was stopping someone. An expert who had surpassed the five realms obstructed Hua Jiebing for a moment due to Qin Qianqiu’s order.

The man didn’t know what Qin Qianqiu wanted to do, but he just needed to stop her.

Suddenly, the black-robed figure slowly opened his eyes. His eyes contained mental power that seemed to illuminate the stars as he looked into the distance.

A figure slowly approached from afar.

It was not one figure, but two.

One of them had a graceful figure and a peerlessly beautiful appearance. She was dressed in a beautiful rainbow dress and paced in the night sky. There seemed to be a Buddhist light shining on her body, and sword qi gave birth to a Bodhisattva. It was the Lin Residence’s Jade Guanyin, Hua Jiebing.

However, what made the man’s pupils constrict was the Confucian-robed man beside Hua Jiebing.

With just a glance from the man, the black-robed man felt endless sword qi, as if the vast heavenly sea had overturned, as if it had pierced through the starry sky and let the stars vent.

“General… General Li You’an!”

The man in black was shocked.

Madam Hua was bathed in the moonlight and starlight as she strolled in the dark clouds. The sword qi behind her produced a Guanyin statue, and her benevolent brows were cold.

“Qin Qianqiu specially sent you to stop me? Looks like he sincerely wants to attack An Le. The moment the once ordinary young man shone, he attracted jealousy and animosity because he was close to my Lin Residence…”

Hua Jiebing sighed.

However, she was really not worried about An Le’s safety.

After all, An Le’s sword, Green Mountain, was protected by the legendary Old Imperial Uncle. Unless Qin Qianqiu killed An Le at all costs, An Le’s life would not be in danger.

Above the sea of clouds.

The Confucian-robed man had a sword at his waist. He looked indifferently at the black-robed cultivator who wanted to stop Hua Jiebing.

The terrifying pressure made the black-clothed cultivator sweat.

“I remember you. You just transferred back to the capital from the Blue Wave

River battlefield, right? When you returned to Lin’an, you were blinded by Lin’an’s prosperity? Helping to do despicable things for your own benefit. Did you return to Lin’an to do such dirty things?”

The faint voice was like a sharp sword that pierced into the black-robed man’s heart.

“Report to the military yourself and transfer back to the front line to kill the enemy. Don’t let me see you in Lin’an again.”

Hua Jiebing and Li You’an brushed past the man in black.

There was no killing or attack.

However, his light words made the black-robed man’s back drenched in sweat.

He watched Li You’an and Hua Jiebing leave.

The man in black cupped his fists and bowed deeply.

“Yes, General.”

Zhu Shan held the broad-faced saber in his hand. Since he had made a decision, he would not go back on his word, even if he knew who was the beneficiary behind all of this.

However, he still had to take a gamble so that Sir could return to Qingzhou.

The burly coachman walked over step by step. The Qi Blood of the Inner Core realm in his body flowed out like a mountain flood.

With one step, the limestone on the long street seemed to tremble.

Then, Zhu Shan began to run and accelerate, faster and faster. Blood stained his broad saber, and his majestic aura was like a mountain rain!

He was incomparably solemn. He went all out the moment he attacked. Although his martial arts cultivation was a major realm higher than An Le’s, he did not dare to underestimate him!

His target was the white-robed young man standing on the spot with the black sword in his hand.

He stared fixedly like a huge bear staring at its prey!

An Le bathed in the starlight, his expression as usual. The night wind blew over, fluttering his white clothes.

A gust of wind blew past.

Zhu Shan’s pupils constricted.

The Ink Pool Sword in An Le’s hand..

It was gone!