Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 130: The Young Man Challenges the Nomad Flute, Fight the Whole of Lin ‘an (3)

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Taking a deep breath, admiration appeared in Ximen Qiuhua’s eyes.

He naturally had all the information about An Le. He came from a small family in Chongzhou and did not even cultivate when he entered Lin’an. However, he received Madam Hua’s help in the Lin Residence. In just a month, he rose like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss.

The current An Le was somewhat of a legend already.

Today, An Le came to challenge him, Ximen Qiuhua, to create an even greater legend.

Sensing the Ink Pool Sword’s sword qi that lingered in the room, mental power surged out of Ximen Qiuhua’s body.

He stared at An Le, and there seemed to be a ball of flames burning in the depths of his pupils. It was battle intent.

“Young Master An is so bold. In that case, I’ll accompany you on this path today.” Ximen Qiuhua said.

However, he stood up and walked to the vermilion-carved wooden window. He pushed it open and looked at An Le. “This house was rented to me by the Falling Flower Pavilion. It’s a good place to taste tea, play the zither, and blow the flute. It can’t be destroyed during a fight. Therefore, Young Master An, can you follow me to the top to fight?”

The Ink Pool Sword floated to his side and An Le smiled. “Okay.”

Ximen Qiuhua bowed elegantly. Although he had not entered the Literary Department, his bearing was more elegant than any Confucian scholar An Le had seen.

He waved his hand, and the zither on the table floated over. He carried it on his back, and a long jade flute with a red tassel on the wall also landed in his hand.

With a surge of mental power, Ximen Qiuhua left the room, followed by An Le. The two of them left the room and floated up like they were stepping on the moon. They ascended the roof and stepped on the hexagonal eaves and black tiles. They landed on the top of the Falling Flower Pavilion and stood opposite each other on both sides of the roof.

The cold spring night wind blew over, fluttering their clothes.

The sky’s pure color was spotless, and the moon was bright above.

The huge silver disc hung above the two of them. The moonlight was like a veil that shone on the top of the Falling Flower Pavilion.

Ximen Qiuhua took down the charred-tailed yellow pear wood zither. One leg was independent, and the other leg was crossed horizontally. The zither landed on his leg. He looked at An Le and chuckled. “Young Master An, please.”

The Ink Pool Sword poured into the clouds and fell again. It hung by An Le’s side. An Le took a sip of old yellow wine and placed the wine pot on the roof. In the next moment, he knocked gently on the Ink Pool Sword floating in front of him.

In an instant!

At the top of the Falling Flower Pavilion, sword qi filled the universe!

The news that Master An came to challenge Ximen Qiuhua of the Falling Flower Pavilion spread instantly, especially when everyone looked over.

It could be seen that on the top of the Falling Flower Pavilion, two figures stood opposite each other and their auras collided.

Many people surged out of their mental power or rushed out of their houses. They landed on the roofs and looked into the distance.

The battle of the Little Sacred Ranking would attract the attention of most cultivators in Lin’an Prefecture. After all, there were no mediocre people who could be on the Little Sacred Ranking.

Among the people fighting this time, there was the famous An Le.

Many people did not understand why An Le, who had just entered the 16th place on the Little Sacred Ranking, was in a hurry to challenge the 15th place. Why did he not leave any room for himself to consolidate his cultivation?

However, some people could tell that it was extraordinary.

Primordial Spirits rose into the sky and stood in the air, looking at the battle between the two outstanding juniors in the Falling Flower Pavilion.

Ye Wenxi, Ye Yinping, Qin Hua’an, Sima Pudu, and the others on the Little Sacred Ranking spread their Primordial Spirits to observe.

Li You’an, Zhao Huangting, Madam Hua, and the other famous experts also watched curiously.

When the sword qi filled the universe, it meant that this challenge had begun.

Compared to the time when Wang Qinhe challenged An Le, this battle was An Le’s counterattack against someone of a higher rank.

The two of them were serious and did not relax or neglect each other.

Under the moonlight, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other. Their eyes were refined, and their eyes were heroic qi. Only the two of them were left in their eyes.

The two of them were outstanding figures among their peers. Those who could enter the Little Sacred Ranking were extraordinary people. Therefore, neither of them was willing to admit defeat easily and had the intention to suppress the other.

An Le wanted to defeat Ximen Qiuhua and nurture an invincible aura as the beginning of his conquest in Lin’an. This battle was extremely important to him. If he lost in the first round, it would definitely be a huge blow. Not to mention nurturing an invincible aura, even his spirit would be weakened.

Ximen Qiuhua’s battle intent was also abundant. An Le wanted to step on him to nurture an invincible aura, so Ximen Qiuhua naturally would not let him succeed easily. Going all out was the greatest respect for An Le, and also respect for An Le walking this difficult legendary path!

With a hook of his fingers, the zither music sounded. An invisible aura had already arisen and fused into his mental power.

Like a small snake dragging qi currents, it quickly darted out and shot towards An Le like an arrow.

The Green Mountain was raised gently and tapped on the small qi current snake that was rushing over. The small snake disintegrated, and An Le’s aura surged. He gently pressed down with his sword fingers, Sword Qi Draws Near!

The sharp spring breeze suddenly transformed into a sharp sword qi that suddenly slashed down like a straight line.

Ximen Qiuhua’s body floated to the side, a strand of hair was cut off and landed on the zither. He was knocked up by the sound of the zither again and flew into the air.

The zither music came wave after wave. The zither music seemed to have transformed into a wild beast that surged out with momentum.

His mental power surged, and a Primordial Spirit appeared in the Niwan Palace between Ximen Qiuhua’s brows.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the sound of the zither floated up.

Around An Le were ferocious beasts formed by the zither music. There was even sharpness mixed in. The zither music trembled and emitted a murderous aura.

The Qi Blood on An Le’s body fluctuated, and an Ancient Demon phenomenon suddenly appeared. It was like the roar of an ancient demon tiger, suppressing every zither music beast.

The zither music exploded and turned into dense threads of qi. The source of those threads was at Ximen Qiuhua’s fingertips. He plucked the zither music and broke a zither string.