Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

42 Sword Qi Sends Flowing Light, Bringing the Young Man to the Sky

Luo Qingchen of Qingzhou was once famous in the capital and dared to challenge the Legendary Top Scholar, Li You’an. Although he failed the challenge, his deeds were spread in Lin’an Prefecture. A peerless genius who had broken through the fifth realm in both Martial Dao and Spirit Refinement!

Now, he was actually here to fight for the Mountain Guardian position?!

For such a figure to compete…

Was there any suspense?!

If the two experts on the Fierce General List were like two mountains that lay across the hearts of many cultivators, then Luo Qingchen’s appearance was like a surging river blocking them. It made those cultivators who wanted to be lucky and were chosen as Mountain Guardians by the Sixth Mountain Lord lose all thoughts. Although it was rumored that the Mountain Lord did not care about cultivation level when choosing a Mountain Guardian and placed more importance on affinity, when one’s cultivation level was strong enough and dazzling enough, he would be the only one left in the eyes of the world.

Although affinity was an illusory thing, it was probably because of those talented people. This was because the more dazzling someone was, the more eye-catching they were.

The more they dazzled, the more they naturally had an affinity with the experts.

If one didn’t have talent, who would want to be fated with them?

Even Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong looked sideways.

His Martial Dao and Spirit Refinement had both broken through the fifth realm. Such an expert was definitely not ordinary. If he came to fight for the position of Mountain Guardian, he might really be able to get what he wanted.

Luo Qingchen’s lips curled into a smile. The white silver sword light lingered around his body, bathing him in the golden light that tore through the sunset clouds. He looked ethereal and otherworldly.

Facing the oppressive aura of Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong, he did not feel anything. With his hands behind his back, he stepped on the sword light and arrived like an otherworldly immortal.

Suddenly, Luo Qingchen stopped in his tracks. With his hands behind his back, his Confucian robe fluttered in the wind. He turned his head and looked into the distance where the golden path extended. There, a luxurious carriage was parked between the mountain roads filled with new grass and young flowers.

Many cultivators followed Luo Qingchen’s gaze and saw the Lin Residence’s carriage, as well as the two girls and a young man standing beside the Lin Residence’s carriage.

Most cultivators knew that Luo Qingchen was an advisor of Prime Minister Qin’s Residence. The conflict between Prime Minister Qin and the Lin family was also known to the world. Therefore, in the eyes of the cultivators, Luo Qingchen was definitely looking at the only girl in the Lin Residence who could compete for the position of Mountain Guardian, Lin Zhuifeng.

Lin Zhuifeng was quite famous among the younger generation of cultivators in the Lin’an Prefecture. She had made a name for herself with a fire stick. No one expected that there were not many outstanding young masters and young ladies in the Lin Residence in this generation. In the end, an adopted girl actually revealed her talent.

In fact, Lin Zhuifeng even felt that Luo Qingchen was looking at her. She narrowed her eyes and placed her palm on the fire stick at her waist, exuding a vicious aura.

Lin Zhuifeng did not have a good impression of the people from the Qin Residence. Moreover, Luo Qingchen was not even half as handsome as Young Master An. What was he looking at?

Only An Le felt Luo Qingchen’s gaze. Even from afar, he could sense the killing intent and coldness that accompanied the spring breeze. Even An Le did not expect Luo Qingchen to come for the Mountain Guardian qualification this time.

As for him, he was only at the Spirit Refinement Embryonic Breath Realm and perfected-stage Qi Blood Awakening. The difference was huge.

Standing in the spring breeze, An Le met Luo Qingchen’s gaze and smiled.

Luo Qingchen looked at the smiling young man in the spring breeze, retracted his gaze, and turned his head to ignore him.

The mountain path was still hazy in the thick fog and the scenery on the mountain could not be seen clearly. One could vaguely catch peach trees blooming with peach blossoms and smiling in the spring breeze.

The entire foot of the Sixth Mountain was silent.

There were two experts on the Martial Temple’s Fierce General List and a genius who had challenged Legendary Top Scholar Li You’an. Faced with such a lineup, many cultivators who had rushed over to observe had already given up on the right to compete for the Mountain Guardian.

What they were more concerned about now was who among the three of them could match the affinity of the Sixth Mountain Lord on Green Mountain and enter Sacred Mountain.

Luo Qingchen probably had a better chance.

According to rumors, the Sixth Mountain Lord was a peerless sword cultivator. He carried a pine sword case on his back. There were 3,000 hidden swords in the case, and he was known to have hidden all the swords in the mortal world.

Luo Qingchen also cultivated the sword, so he should be more suitable for the Mountain Lord.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were both fierce generals of the Martial Temple. One was good at bowing, and the other was good at spear. Although they had dabbled in sword techniques, there was naturally a gap between them and the professional Luo Qingchen.

Luo Qingchen had a confident smile on his face. With his hands behind his back, sword light that resembled a flood dragon snake lingered around his body.

He took a step forward and stepped onto the slightly muddy mountain path that had been drenched by the spring rain, but his clean boots were not stained with mud at all.

Luo Qingchen took the first step up the mountain.

Then, Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong’s Qi Blood intertwined, as if ancient war drums were beating. They also walked up the mountain.

The two of them carried the expectations of the Zhong and Ye families. They were unwilling to give up until the last moment.

The cloud-wrapped pine tree was three hundred feet tall, and the smoke was ten thousand times thick!

The smoke on the foot of the mountain became thicker and thicker, even blurring the figures of the three climbers.

The figure standing in the pavilion halfway up the mountain, having only said “Open the Mountain”, cut through the spring rain and sunset clouds, and casted a golden light of the sun.

At this point, there were no more actions or words.

The people at the foot of the mountain could not guess what the Sixth Mountain Lord was thinking. They could only watch quietly.

Ten thousand ravines of smoke and clouds float out.

In a pavilion halfway up the mountain, there was a wisp of green clothes.

He naturally heard the shouts of Zhong Shunchao, Ye Chong, and Luo Qingchen.

However, when he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, half of the mountain’s sea of clouds was disillusioned. He raised his hand and gently waved it forward, and sword qi surged out.

Immediately, the sea of clouds seemed to have come alive. The sword qi turned into ink and outlined an ink bamboo.

The middle-aged man observed the ink bamboo. The corners of his lips curled up and he closed his eyes slightly. The sword case beside him could not help but tremble slightly. In the next moment, the case opened an inch.

With a sword hum, sword light darted out from it, and a dark green sword about three feet long floated in front of him. Sword qi surged, sweeping up his clothes.

“There are 3,000 swords in my sword case. There are all kinds of swords in the world. Only Zhao Huangting’s Green Mountain is not in the case. It’s naturally very good that the young man can draw a wisp of sword qi from Green Mountain. Green Mountain revealed his talent, and the ink bamboo showed his backbone.”

“Zhao Huangting must not have told the young man of the matter we had decided on… Since he doesn’t want to climb the mountain, I’ll bring him up directly.”

The middle-aged man’s lips curled up, and a smile appeared on his stiff face.

In the next moment, he bent his finger and knocked on the dark green sword in front of him.

The green sword let out a loud cry and turned into a wisp of black light. With a flick of its tail, it was like a black thread that stuck to the mountain path and descended. It was like a line of river tide separating the sky and the ground.

It divided the smoke and spring rain on the mountain into two and opened up a clear path ahead.

A sword cry suddenly sounded in the world.

Luo Qingchen, who had just taken a step up the mountain, suddenly looked up with a hint of joy on his face.

“It’s here.”

The corners of his lips curled up, and his confidence bloomed like a flower.

Looking up, he could see that on the mountain peak, the misty rain spread from both sides. A dark green sword with a sword light whistled down.

Beads of sword qi soared up!

The high quality of this sword tempted Luo Qingchen.

The dark green sword stuck to the mountain path all the way down, heading straight for Luo Qingchen who was standing on the mountain path.

Behind him, Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong’s hearts sank.

Luo Qingchen was extremely happy. At this moment, even the dust that Hua Jiebing had scattered on his Dao heart shook off a little.

Facing the dark green sword that was getting closer and closer, the sword qi surrounding his body immediately gathered. He raised his sword fingers and closed them together. Sword qi circled and intertwined around his body, solemnly wanting to receive this sword that symbolized the identity of the Mountain Guardian of Sacred Mountain.

However, when the sword was three feet away, Luo Qingchen’s expression suddenly changed.

That was because the speed at which the sword tore through the misty rain did not slow down. A sharpness made his scalp tingle. The sword was not coming for him!

Luo Qingchen’s eyes narrowed, and a huge wave surged in his heart. Impossible!

Who else on Green Mountain was more suitable for this sword than him, Luo Qingchen?!

“This sword belongs to me!”

Luo Qingchen was even a little embarrassed.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword.

The silver sword qi covered his palm and grabbed the dark green sword.

Pfft!

However, the dark green sword sliced through his sword qi as easily as cutting through the misty rain on the hazy Green Mountain.

At the same time, it cut a sword mark on Luo Qingchen’s palm. Blood splattered into the mud, adding a bloody scent to the mountain path after the new rain.

Luo Qingchen froze on the spot, his eyes wide open in shock.

The sword whistled past. Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were stunned one after another. The two of them also moved to receive the sword, but when they sensed that the sword’s target was not them, the two of them gave up without hesitation. They retreated and turned sideways, allowing the dark green sword to sweep past them. It cut open the mountain path and spread into the peach blossom forest, heading towards the foot of the mountain.

There was already an uproar at the foot of the mountain.

It was because when they looked up, they could see that the dense fog and spring rain that filled the mountain had been cut open by a sword.

It was the sword of the Sixth Mountain Lord, the sword that guided the Mountain Guardian!

This meant that whoever held this sword would have the chance to enter Sacred Mountain and soar towards success!

In the luxurious carriage of the Qin Residence, Young Master Qin had already lifted the curtain and stood up. He stood on the shaft and looked at the black sword light with a smile on his lips, watching Luo Qingchen obtain the sword.

However, the sword light directly cut open Luo Qingchen’s palm, and blood dyed the peach blossoms red as it headed down the mountain.

Young Master Qin’s smile instantly disappeared bit by bit.

The dark green sword cut through the thick fog and fell to the foot of the mountain, still sticking to the ground.

Along the way, many cultivators were terrified. They turned their bodies to the side to make way for the sword.

The dark green sword sped along the shining path and finally slowed down slowly, heading towards the luxurious carriage parked beside the new grass and tender flowers.

In the end, it stopped in front of the carriage, in front of the young man in white with a tattered bamboo sword at his waist.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were stunned. The cultivators at the foot of the mountain were all stunned.

After being in a daze, the bamboo sword youth suddenly smiled. He looked at the dark green sword and stretched out his hand.

A wisp of sword qi emerged from the bamboo sword at his waist. The sword qi spread to the young man’s arm like a snake.

The young man held his sword, and the snaking sword qi wrapped around the dark green sword.

In an instant.

The sword qi emitted a stream of light that carried the young man into the sky and went straight to the Green Mountain!