Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time - Chapter 184

Chapter 184: The Top Scholar in Both Martial and Literary Examinations, Di Cang Draws His Saber in Anger in Front of the Heavenly Profound Palace (1)

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Lin’an Prefecture, at the foot of Phoenix Mountain.

The Imperial City was outlined by the jade pavilion.

In the depths of a quiet garden, the spring breeze blew gently, raising a sprinkle of petals. The dense hemp spring plums planted in the garden scattered many slender stamens on the limestone path of the garden and landed on the glazed roof of the pavilion among the branches.

The broken plums seemed to have fallen into the sea. A handsome figure wrapped in immortal qi was drinking in the pavilion.

What he drank was not the top-grade Drunken Flowing Clouds specially provided by the winemaker in the palace. There was no spiritual energy, nor was there anything special about it. It was just a simple pot of old yellow wine from the Yanchun Tavern.

Although the wine that was poured out was a little turbid, it had a real and simple taste.

Zhao Xianyou put down his cup, and there seemed to be a hint of surprise between his brows. “Brother An’s aura… has actually undergone such a huge change.”

As the Ninth Prince, he did not go to the Heavenly Profound Palace for today’s Hall Examination. He had this privilege. Or rather, in this dynasty, he had special privileges.

The Emperor’s control over him was very relaxed. He could do whatever he wanted. The only thing he could not do was not go beyond a hundred miles of Lin’an.

He hadn’t gone to the Heavenly Profound Palace, but he knew about the martial examination taking place in the White Jade Square.

Raising his hand, Zhao Xianyou looked at his fair palm. Vaguely, the blood vessels under his porcelain-like skin protruded. As An Le’s aura changed, bright red blood surged restlessly.

This uneasiness came from the disgust and rejection of the origin in the depths of his blood.

“No wonder Old Imperial Uncle said that I’m not suitable for Green Mountain. Indeed, Brother An is more suitable for this mortal sword than me. The mysteries in the depths of Green Mountain are being unraveled bit by bit by Brother An. It’s very interesting.”

He clenched his fists slightly and resisted the urge to rush towards the White Jade Square in front of the Heavenly Profound Palace.

“Since it’s my blood in my body, my things should be controlled by me.”

“You should follow my will. Why are you so agitated?” Zhao Xianyou said calmly.

He suddenly clenched his fists tightly, and his entire fair arm actually began to turn red.

Ignoring his discolored arm, Zhao Xianyou picked up a celadon cup with his other intact arm and drank a cup of old yellow wine that was filled with the aura of the mortal world. The wine flowed down his fair throat.

He put down the cup and looked at the broken plums floating in the breeze. A smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

“Both the literary examination and the martial examination are the champions. Brother An is probably going to be the top scholar. I wonder if Brother An will challenge me?”

“Unfortunately, there’s no chance. My Spirit Refinement has already broken through the fifth realm and entered the sixth realm… The Little Sacred Ranking can’t hold me back anymore.”

Zhao Xianyou smiled.

“I’ll naturally leave the opportunity of conversing with the Sacred Teacher to Brother An.”

“The Sacred Teacher and I… have nothing to say.”

His murmurs seemed to be accompanied by the spring breeze.

The color on his red arm began to slowly fade as if a restless will had been

killed.

A drop of dark red blood that was like glass flowed down from his clenched palm.

Drip.

Blood fell on the ground of the pavilion and seeped into the ground.

The broken plums that covered the ground instantly turned into ashes as if they had been burned by a fire.

The fallen spring plums in the garden all withered, leaving only dried petals that withered miserably under the breeze.

In front of the Heavenly Profound Palace.

It was quiet. The sunlight shone from the sky, illuminating grayish-black shadows on the golden ground.

The Martial Chief Stone was sandwiched between An Le and Martial Chief Di Cang. The two of them seemed to have frozen.

Everyone looked at the field in a daze.

Even Ye Wenxi, who had always been calm, had an uneasy and unbelievable look in her eyes. She was not surprised that An Le had pushed the Martial Chief Stone to break a foot.

Although An Le was only at the fourth realm of Body Tempering, pushing the Martial Chief Stone not only tested his cultivation, but also his ability to break through his limits.

True geniuses all had the possibility of breaking through their limits. Pushing the Martial Chief Stone closer and closer was a test of this ability. This test relied on the blood essence of generations of Martial Chiefs. With the experience of generations of Martial Chiefs as a judgment, it was naturally very accurate.

An Le had a majestic invincible aura. The enhancement of the invincible aura on Body Tempering martial arts could not be underestimated. Moreover, An Let s invincible aura had already transformed from a white python into a Heavenly Dragon. It was a leap.

An invincible aura was a mystical aura that condensed belief, heroic qi, aspirations, and other unique powers into one.

It was unlike the mental power in the Spirit Refinement that would not cause a backlash from the Martial Chief Stone, but it greatly boosted Body Tempering martial artists. It could mobilize Qi Blood and let the human body burst out to the limit of surpassing one’s potential.

An invincible aura could be said to be the power of faith. Sometimes, the power of faith was unimaginably powerful.

Of course, an invincible aura would not carry on An Le’s life. It was just a manifestation of an invincible aura at this stage.

No one could be invincible for the rest of their lives. If being invincible for the rest of their lives was their belief, then the path of invincibility was a path infinitely close to despair.

After all, there was the number one Emperor Yuan Meng in the world, but there was also the transcendent Sacred Teacher.

Therefore, with the invincible aura, Ye Wenxi didn’t think that An Le would stop at an inch or even close to two inches. However, because of his cultivation level, pushing the Martial Chief Stone by two inches was already his limit.

However, Ye Wenxi still underestimated An Le, this young man who had stepped into the legendary path..

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