Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 71: Do You Know? Drink a Cup of Spring Wine (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The white crane tore through the spring rain and flapped its wings, flying to the Literary Department in the human world. It was obtained by the Headmaster.

The news it brought was the change in the Little Sacred Ranking.

Wang Qinhe, 19th.

An Le, 18th.

Unexpectedly, such a sudden change happened. Wang Qinhe, who was at the fourth level of Body Tempering and the third level of Spirit Refinement, was actually overtaken…

Although the reason given was that An Le, who was originally ranked 19th on the Little Sacred Ranking, had broken through in Body Tempering and Spirit Refinement… but,wasn’t there still a huge gap in Body Tempering?

The change and dissemination of the Little Sacred Ranking had always been handled by the Literary Department, so it was the same this time.

With the white crane as evidence, it brought about the attitude of the First Mountain and also evidence of the change in the Little Sacred Ranking.

Even though everyone had thousands of questions in their hearts, they could not deny the change in the rankings.

The Literary Department, the Martial Temple, the Lin Residence, the Ye Residence, Prime Minister Qin’s Residence, and even the huge palace in the depths of Jing Street had all obtained the yellow book of the Little Sacred Ranking after the change.

Everyone’s expressions were strange.

It was not that such a situation had never happened before, but most people who were suppressed in the rankings would not be convinced. No one was willing to admit that they were inferior, let alone someone with the Little Sacred Token..

Those who held the Little Sacred Token all had the hope of conversing with the Sacred Teachers. They naturally had high hopes for themselves and were very confident. Therefore, they would not be willing to fall behind.

Of course, most of the time, there would not be a change in the Little Sacred Ranking. Unless the geniuses on the rankings made a major breakthrough, there might be changes to stimulate the people on the rankings to challenge each other.

Therefore, everyone knew that with Wang Qinhe’s temper, he would definitely be unable to calm down and challenge An Le overnight.

Many people thought about it and went out with umbrellas, wanting to watch a good show.

Qingbo Street, in front of Imperial Ancestral Temple Alley.

The rainy alley was dark, and the black tiles on the eaves on both sides sprinkled down beads of droplets.

The small courtyard in the alley was also quiet. The old locust tree silently supported its branches and leaves. Among the two tree holes on the trunk, Ink Pool Sword was still inserted. However, An Le had made a straightforward painting in the house. A book-scented ink aura curled out and was absorbed by Ink Pool Sword.

In the room, the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple held a candle in his hand. His hair was white like snow. He looked at the window in a daze, and a heroic qi that he was familiar with and yearned for rose from his body.

Accompanied by the sword cries of Green Mountain, the past could not help but appear in front of him.

When he was young, he was extremely talented and was the strongest in the royal family. He traveled the world alone and entered the martial world with a sword.

He had once held the sword and sparred with the Buddha Child at Lanke Temple, using the sword to meditate.

He had once walked to the Celestial Master Residence and knocked on the door ot the residence with his sword. He asked the Little Celestial Master to spar about the Dao until dawn.

He had once barged into the Kun Peng Mountain and chatted with the demons and flirted with the female demons.

Those years made him sigh when he recalled them now.

In the blink of an eye, five hundred years had passed. The heroic qi of the past was now categorized as gray hair.

From the young man, he could vaguely see his youthful appearance. He felt a lump in his throat. The past floated in his heart, making him feel sentimental.

At this moment, when he looked at the young man, his eyes became even gentler. Perhaps, other than being surprised to see his painting, he had given it to the young man because he saw a shadow of himself in the young man?

“No… He’s him, and I’m me. Everyone’s lives are different. My life hasn’t ended yet… There’s still something to do.”

“Time is unforgiving. Do you know that there’s white hair at your temples? Do you know? Drink a cup of spring wine and stop dwelling on it.”

The old man suddenly laughed, no longer dispirited.

An Le also woke up. His eyes were clear, as if a vigorous heroic qi was washing over his body. The youth’s confidence and heroic qi exceeded before.

This change puzzled the old man. Then, he thought of the Clear Bamboo Painting and saw the signature on it.

The bamboo in his chest was not the bamboo in his eyes, and the bamboo in his hand was not the bamboo in his heart… A young man producing heroic qi with a painting?

What did he comprehend?

The old man became more and more uncertain about An Le’s talent.

With such intelligence, he shouldn’t have only started cultivating at the age of 18… He had wasted his initial-stage years and missed the prime opportunity to build his foundation.

“Young Friend An, have you comprehended something?”

The old man held the lamp and smiled.

An Le smiled warmly and looked at the old man with white hair. He suddenly felt a little dazed. In the Molten Gold Age, the old man was still a young man. He dared to challenge the number one in the world with a bamboo sword.

And now, such a heroic qi person who had once soared into the sky had already aged, it was a pity that it had happened in vain.

Time might be the most hurtful power in the world.

“I have indeed comprehended something.” An Le cupped his fists and bowed slightly to the old man. This bow was to thank the old man for his help in condensing the Dao Fruit [Heroic Qi Attraction] with his Molten Gold Age Qi. The old man looked at An Le and vaguely felt that the young man’s attitude seemed to have changed. However, he did not mind.

“In this world, can’t an expert like Senior obtain longevity?” An Le suddenly asked curiouslv.

The old man stopped stroking his beard and his eyes were filled with emotion. “Longevity..

“Difficult, it’s too difficult. When one cultivates to the sixth realm, they can extend their lifespan to 300 years. Then, one realm can increase their lifespan by 100 years, and the ninth realm expert can live for 600 years. However, how many people in the human world can step into the ninth realm? If they step into the tenth realm, they can continue to extend their lifespan, but they also have a lifespan limit… Longevity is just an illusory goal.”

The old man sighed.

When An Le heard this, he could feel the helplessness in the old man’s words.

However, the helplessness in the old man’s eyes quickly disappeared. His gaze landed on An Le and he said earnestly, “Cultivators like us don’t seek longevity as our goal. Instead, we should aim to become stronger. When you become strong enough and surpass the world, longevity will come..”