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Chapter 215: A Cup of Wine From the Peach Blossom Spring Wind, Ten Thousand People Drawing Swords to Send Off the Imperial Uncle (3)
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Over the past few days, he had been trying to absorb the Age Qi of these experts. He had tried it on Li You’an and the Sixth Mountain Lord. One failed, and the other succeeded. Unfortunately, all he had painstakingly absorbed from the Sixth Mountain Lord was a wisp of white Age Qi.
As for Zhao Huangting and Bodhisattva Suzhu, because the two of them were changing their fates, An Le did not dare to try for fear of attracting any unforeseen events.
Now that the heaven-defying act was over, An Le naturally began to suck it. The [Age Qi] column jumped violently and continuously.
After a tug-of-war, as if a feather had been plucked from a phoenix, a wisp of Age Qi floated over.
A faint golden color surged and lingered on An Le’s fingertips, reflecting the golden light.
Joy appeared in An Le’s eyes.
It was the long-awaited Molten Gold Age Qi!
However, the environment was not right at this moment, so An Le did not immediately immerse his mind in observing this rare Molten Gold Age Qi. “Let’s go, An Le.”
Zhao Huangting stood up and patted the raindrops on his body.
“We’ve stayed on the Sixth Mountain for a few days. It’s time for us to set off.”
“You got the top scorer in Lin’an. However, you were ranked seventh on the Little Sacred Ranking because Zhao Xianyou retired. Therefore, overall, you haven’t raised your ranking. It’s best if you get first on the Little Sacred
Ranking before chatting with the Sacred Teacher. You’ll be very confident.” Zhao Huangting patted An Le’s shoulder.
He no longer had any doubts about An Le’s conversation with the Sacred
Teacher.
The Molten Gold Age Qi absorbed from Attained Suzhu’s body entered his body.
An Le stood up and looked at Zhao Huangting in confusion. “I broke Emperor Zhao’s plan in front of the Heavenly Profound Palace. Is this top scholar reward… still possible?”
Zhao Huangting couldn’t help but laugh.
The Sixth Mountain Lord floated down from the mountain with the pine sword case on his back. “When you became the top in both the martial and literary examinations, in the eyes of the Sacred Mountain, you were the top scholar.”
He crossed his arms and added coolly, “The Zhao family’s Imperial Court can no longer deny it.”
Attained Suzhu and Hua Jiebing floated up the stone path in the field at the foot of the mountain.
Everyone converged again on the stone path in the mountain that was filled with peach blossoms. The rain pattered down, hitting the peach blossoms on both sides. The muddy water swept the peach blossoms and flowed down the mountain path.
“An Le, take this Storm Calming.”
Hua Jiebing handed the broad saber, Storm Calming, that she had taken from the Heavenly Profound Palace under Emperor Zhao’s nose to An Le.
The saber was three feet long and had golden patterns on its back. It seemed to be engraved with ancient words and contained special fluctuations. The cold raindrops touched the saber and slid down gently, leaving water stains.
“Madam… this…”
An Le looked at the saber that Madam Hua handed him and hesitated. After all, this knife was of extraordinary significance to Madam Hua.
“Take it. To me, when I retrieved this saber from the Heavenly Profound Palace, the meaning contained in it had already disappeared. With the saber around, if someone can control this saber well and recreate the true meaning of the saber, it will be truly meaningful.” Hua Jiebing said softly.
Everyone present did not say anything. They only looked at the second-grade golden saber, Storm Calming, and sighed.
This Storm Calming was first held by the Lin family’s old master, the Golden Saber Invincible Lin.
After the old master died in battle, the treasure saber was inherited by the Eldest Son of Lin. Later, it was lost on the battlefield against the Yuan Meng army. In the end, it was retrieved by the Zhao family’s royal family through some unknown method from the Yuan Meng army and stored in the Dharma Treasure Vault.
“He’s already dead, but the saber doesn’t want to be covered in dust.”
“I want to return to the Sensory Temple with Master. When I break through to the ninth realm and refine the ninth-realm Heart Sword, I’ll naturally come out of seclusion again and kill Qin Lishi.” Hua Jiebing said seriously.
When An Le heard this, he no longer hesitated. He reached out and took the Storm Calming from Hua Jiebing.
As soon as he held the saber, it was not as heavy as he had imagined. Instead, the silent Qi Blood in his body seemed to surge at this moment, like angry dragons in the river being mobilized by the saber qi and roaring continuously.
A second-grade treasure saber was indeed extraordinary.
However, it was his first time holding a saber after all. Due to the Innate
Swordsman Dao Fruit, An Le had an extremely high sensitivity to swords.
However, he was ordinary when it came to sabers. Other than causing his Qi Blood to surge, there was nothing special.
Just like swords, sabers needed to be nurtured.
There was no strange scene of An Le holding a sword, but it caused the true meaning of the saber in Storm Calming to appear.
No one found it strange.
The Sixth Mountain Lord had no feelings for sabers, but this Storm Calming moved him because he saw some saber intent contained in the saber.
He raised his hand and sword qi suddenly spewed out from his fingertips. A peach tree was instantly cut down pitifully.
The sword qi danced continuously, and the peach tree finally turned into an ordinary peachwood scabbard that hung in front of An Le.
“Swords and sabers are the same. They both need to be nurtured. Take a peachwood sheath to nurture Storm Calming.” The Sixth Mountain Lord said.
Storm Calming was sheathed. After An Le thanked the Sixth Mountain Lord, he placed the saber on his right waist, the Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword on his left waist, and Storm Calming on his right. His white clothes were filled with a spring breeze, making him look like a scholar.
“It’s time to go.”
Attained Suzhu spoke.
This extremely beautiful master and disciple, who looked like they had walked out of a painting, placed their palms together and bowed to everyone.
Countless spring rain transformed into sword qi lotuses under their feet, lifting the master and disciple’s figures and floating in the air. They were really like Bodhisattva and Guanyin roaming the world.
An Le cupped his fists and bowed.
The Sixth Mountain Lord nodded slightly. Li You’an and Zhao Huangting cupped their fists.
“Take care..”