Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 133: No Worries About Lacking Confidants, Obtaining Molten Gold Age Qi Again (2)

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Perhaps the existence behind the Falling Flower Pavilion took a fancy to Ximen Qiuhua and was willing to support and nurture him because they saw his quality.

Although he was in the darkness, his heart was facing the sun.

An Le couldn’t help but pick up the wine pot and take a sip of the old yellow wine. The wine diffused from the roof and he handed the wine pot to Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua’s eyes were bright as the pot poured out the wine into his mouth like a waterfall, flowing out from the corner of his mouth and soaking his clothes.

“Although it’s not spirit wine, it’s very…”

“Awesome!”

Ximen Qiuhua chuckled.

The two of them drank on the roof of the Falling Flower Pavilion and chatted freely.

Although the two of them had only met for the first time, they had become

acquainted after a fight. They actually felt a little like they appreciated each

other.

“Mother often said that a scholar needs to have a proud backbone. I once studied in the Literary Department and didn’t find it, but I’ve seen it in Young Master An’s painting.”

“I’ve long heard that Young Master An is good at painting ink bamboo. May I ask Young Master An to draw me a painting?” Ximen Qiuhua requested.

An Le chuckled and nodded. There was nothing wrong with that. The two of them returned to the house from the roof one after another.

Ximen Qiuhua called Aunt Xuan over and asked her to prepare the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

There was no one watching. An Le and Ximen Qiuhua chatted and painted in the room.

An Le painted ink bamboo and also orchids. The entanglement between bamboo and orchids seemed to symbolize Ximen Qiuhua’s quiet character.

After some thought, An Le signed on the Orchid Bamboo Painting: “No worries about not having confidants in the future, as everyone in the world will know you. To: Ximen Qiuhua.”

When he left Falling Flower Pavilion, Ximen Qiuhua personally sent him off.

An Le looked at the elegant zither master and said seriously, “Please take care, Young Master Qiuhua.”

Ximen Qiuhua rolled up his sleeves and folded his hands.

The battle between An Le and Ximen Qiuhua ended.

However, in Lin’an Prefecture, many Primordial Spirits floating in the air could not calm down.

Because with their horizons, they could naturally see the invincible aura that An Le had condensed after defeating Ximen Qiuhua.

Since this child had gathered an invincible aura, there was no doubt that he was going to walk the legendary path of Li You’an!

He fought his way up and won every battle. He gathered an invincible aura and looked into the distance, suppressing his peers!

“He’s too arrogant. There are too many people in this world who want to become Li You’an, but there’s only one from the beginning to the end. His legendary path is difficult to replicate! ”

Some people sneered in disdain. Too many people wanted to walk Li You’an’s legendary path again, but they all ended up in a miserable state.

There were only two outcomes to the legendary path of gathering an invincible aura. They would either soar or fall off a high cliff.

However, most people fell into a high cliff and could not get up again. For example, Luo Qingchen back then was high-spirited and peerless, but in the end, he was trapped for more than ten years.

An Le’s talent was indeed not bad. He had stepped into the fourth realm ot Spirit Refinement in a short period of time. He did not need to take such a risky legendary path with an unknown future.

If he cultivated obediently, he might be able to climb up with this late-growing talent.

However, he still chose this difficult path to become enemies with his peers in the entire Lin’an Prefecture.

Gathering an invincible aura was equivalent to suppressing his peers, so he was naturally fighting the whole of Lin’an.

Ye Wenxi, Sima Pudu, Qin Hua’an, the Wang family’s Qilin Son, and other geniuses would not easily let An Le take this path. No one wanted to be defeated.

Li You’an floated in midair, his eyes retracted, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips. Beside him was the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Zhao Huangting.

“In this battle, the two little fellows performed extremely well. Ximen Qiuhua really exceeded my expectations. He placed his heart on music and used it to execute his killer move, Gong Shang Jue Zhi Yu, the Five Killer Notes. Although he can only go as far as the note ‘Jue’, in terms of his current cultivation, it’s not bad.”

“Although the Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute lacks the aura of a true yellow sand battlefield, it does have its own style. In the end, using the zither as a bow and the flute as an arrow, it’s a powerful move. If it’s really shot out, the outcome is still unknown.”

Zhao Huangting praised.

“But the one who really surprised me was An Le.”

“This kid actually wants to replicate your legendary path… Gathering invincibility and fighting along the way!”

Zhao Huangting stroked his long eyebrows, but there was some admiration in his eyes.

Li You’an shook his head. “It’s different. His path is harder than mine. If he succeeds, he might be more legendary than me.”

“There weren’t many geniuses in my generation who were truly worthy of praise. My path was much smoother than his, and the difficulty was lower. This was because, in my generation, there was no Ye Wenxi, no Qin Hua’an, no Situ Pudu, and no Wang family’s Qilin Son. Most importantly… there was no Zhao

Xianyou.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Huangting rolled his eyes.

‘You’re invincible among your peers, so you can naturally look down on anyone of the same generation.’

“Zhao Jiu is different. He might not be willing to fight An Le.” Zhao Huangting shook his head.

Zhao Huangting rolled his eyes again.

Li You’an chuckled. “I’ll bring him to a place tomorrow and let him take a look

at what the Sacred Teacher left behind. I hope it can help him.”

“Legends are meant to be broken. I really hope… that someone can break the legend I created.”

“That means that there might still be hope for Great Zhao.”

Lin Residence, Heavenly Wave Water Pavilion.

Madam Hua and Fourth Master Lin’s Primordial Spirits also returned. A breeze blew over slowly, bringing with it a hint of coldness in the middle of the night..