Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time-Chapter 62 - : Green Mountain Should Be Like This When It Sees Me, The Fate ot Sword and Stone

Chapter 62: Green Mountain Should Be Like This When It Sees Me, The Fate ot Sword and Stone

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The sword qi flower bloomed and fought against the tide, the qi shone brightly in spring and broke the array cloud!

The chains by the river shook violently against the cliff as if there was an abnormality under the earth and mountains. As they collided, a bang resounded and clanged endlessly!

At this moment, everyone standing by the cliff was stunned, and their expressions changed.

Ye Chong’s brows were tightly knitted, and his heart felt as if it was being gripped by a huge hand. It was because, in that instant, the blood qi pressure on the Martial Chief Stone erupted to an unimaginable level.

What happened?

The green-robed youth walked towards the Martial Chief Stone with his sword on the chain. Could it be that he was courting death by releasing his mental power to stimulate the Martial Chief Stone?

However, even if the young man stimulated the Martial Chief Stone with his mental power, just his Spirit Refinement Shedding Mortality mental power could simply turn to ashes in an instant in front of the Martial Chief Stone’s blazing blood qi!

How could it be worthy of triggering such a terrifying Qi Blood Smoke?!

Zhong Shunchao raised his hand and grabbed the black iron bow on his back. His expression was extremely solemn as Qi Blood smoke burst forth from the Martial Chief Stone and rushed into the sky. In an instant, it scattered the spring white clouds, turning them into the color of Qi Blood.

The Qi Blood pressure swept out, and the chains trembled violently. The surging river below was suddenly lowered ten feet above the water!

‘What exactly caused it?’

Such sword qi was naturally not released by the youth. Could it be… the youth’s sword?

The Ink Pool Sword that was a gift from the Sixth Mountain Lord and contained the Little Sacred Token?

Or… the tattered bamboo sword that the young man often hung on his waist?

Buzz, buzz, buzz…

The third-grade sword, Little Heavy Mountain, hidden in the scabbard at Ye Wenxi’s waist seemed to tremble at this moment.

Little Heavy Mountain was one of General Ye’s two swords. The other was Red River. It was still by General Ye’s side, resisting the enemy and killing them on the battlefield of the Blue Wave River.

Little Heavy Mountain had given it to her. She had nurtured the sword since she was young and was undoubtedly filled with hope for her. She hoped that she could control Little Heavy Mountain’s sword qi one day.

All these years, Ye Wenxi had been working hard, but today, she felt the excitement of the sword qi in Little Heavy Mountain.

Where did this sword qi come from?!

At the edge of the cliff, as the Qi Blood pressure in the Martial Chief Stone swept over, the Qi Blood in everyone’s bodies automatically mobilized to resist. Ye Wenxi, Ye Chong, and Zhong Shunchao did not feel much pressure in the face of such pressure.

Lin Zhuifeng and Ye Yinping were geniuses in Body Tempering, so it was naturally not difficult.

Ninth Sister Lin Qingyin felt as pressured as a mountain. Her Body Tempering cultivation level was not high and she had only stepped into the Inner Core. Her main strength was her Spirit Refinement, but in this place, her mental power did not dare to appear at all.

Therefore, she could only hold back her red face and retreat again and again, filled with grievance and resentment.

She should have been painting in the residence. Why did she have to suffer such grievances?!

However, she was also a little curious at this moment. She looked at the chains on the cliff, at Master An, who was covered in sword qi and was walking towards the huge strange stone step by step.

She did not expect Master An to not only be good at painting but also at Body Tempering!

His green clothes fluttered in the wind, and the sleeves of his clothes shattered the qi currents.

The moment An Le stepped on the chain, he actually felt a Qi Blood pressure surging from the chain. The source of the pressure was the Martial Chief Stone bound by ten thousand chains in the middle of the two cliffs.

The Qi Blood was unfathomable and vast like an abyss. An Le’s mind was restless and almost overflowed uncontrollably to probe.

However, An Le knew very well that once he released his Shedding Mortality mental power, what awaited him was the burning of the Martial Chief Stone’s Qi Blood which was like a brilliant sun. His mental power might even be burned and severely injured.

Therefore, An Le suppressed his mental power in the Sword Furnace between his eyebrows and walked slowly step by step.

When he took the 36th step on the chain, An Le realized that the Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword at his waist had begun to move, as if they had a strange connection with the Martial Chief Stone.

The swords were vibrating. An Le raised his hand and pressed his palm on the hilt. He took a deep breath and continued forward.

However, with a step, the chain suddenly began to shake violently. In the Martial Chief Stone, the Qi Blood pressure was like a tidal wave that slapped over, crashing and venting.

The Qi Blood in An Le’s body surged under his skin. His Spirit Bone squeezed out every ounce of strength to face this pressure.

The pressure rose with a bang, like a huge wave pressing down from above. An Le felt the Spirit Bone in his body resonate, and the chains under his feet were about to break!

An Le’s expression suddenly changed. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. His mental power became even more tightly locked as he used his Qi Blood to withstand it.

Facing this pressure, the second realm of Body Tempering was like a lonely boat facing a huge wave alone in the endless sea!

The feeling of oppression, suffocation, and despair suffused every inch of his flesh and blood, and it was even to the extent that it wanted to enter his soul through every pore!

Suddenly, a majestic sword qi shot out from the sword at his waist.

The sword that had been trembling for a long time finally could not help but spit out sword qi.

The Ink Pool Sword and Green Mountain buzzed together, and sword qi spewed out of the sword. However, to An Le’s surprise, this majestic sword qi did not come from the Ink Pool Sword that contained the Little Sacred Token.

Instead, it was the inconspicuous tattered bamboo sword that the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple had given him.

Faced with the impact of the Martial Chief Stone’s blood qi, the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain might have sensed An Le’s situation and could not help but release a wisp of sword qi.

The sword qi was sharp, bright, and resplendent, splitting apart the Qi Blood waves and pressure that were like huge waves in the vast sea. A wisp of sword qi instantly produced tens of thousands of wisps, blooming like flowers behind An Le.

The pressure that was like a mountain collapsing was blocked. As the sword qi flower spun, it seeped in bit by bit.

The blood qi of the Martial Chief Stone fused with the sword qi that spread out from the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain and intertwined with An Le’s body.

An invisible pressure, or rather, the power of tempering, baptized every corner of his body.

Skin, muscles, meridians, Spirit Bone, organs… His body seemed to be simmering bit by bit under the wash of the Green Mountain sword qi and the Martial Chief Stone’s Qi Blood.

This was a much more brilliant method than extracting demon qi from the Demon Tempering Treasure Jade to temper one’s body!

It was as if it was reforging An Le’s physical foundation!

Even though An Le had Age Qi and had obtained the [Thousand-year Genius]

Dao Fruit, it was undeniable that he had only started cultivating at the age of 18. His physical body and foundation had long been fixed, and he had missed the best opportunity to build his foundation when he was a child.

Perhaps with the Dao Fruit, this influence would be suppressed to an extremely low level, but the influence would still exist.

Now, walking on the chains and stepping on the Martial Chief Stone, experiencing the baptism of the Martial Chief Stone’s Qi Blood and Green Mountain sword qi, was a great opportunity for An Le. It was truly compatible with the Thousand-year Genius Dao Fruit.

An Le stood on the chain and had a thought.

He added all the 20 wisps of Age Qi he had just absorbed to the [Thousand-year Genius] Dao Fruit.

He closed his eyes and his green clothes fluttered. Sword light and Qi Blood constantly washed over his body.

Baptism, evolution, and reconstruction kept happening in his body.

When the Qi Blood on the Martial Chief Stone rushed into the clouds like smoke and exploded into blood-colored clouds,

in the huge Lin’an Residence, many cultivators sensed something and looked over. When they saw such majestic Qi Blood, their expressions changed slightly.

Lin Residence, Heavenly Wave Water Pavilion.

Madam Hua, who was chatting with Madam Ye, suddenly looked surprised. She exchanged glances with Madam Ye and looked up at the same time. “The Martial Chief Stone… actually burst out with such Qi Blood?” Madam Ye took a sip of the West Lake Longjing and looked surprised.

What happened in the Martial Temple?

Madam Hua’s long eyelashes fluttered and she suddenly smiled.

It seemed that it was not a waste to give the young man a chance to view the Martial Chief Stone.

However, how did the young man trigger such a majestic Qi Blood from the Martial Chief Stone?

How could he withstand such Qi Blood?

Madam Hua closed her eyes slightly. The spring breeze blew on her face. The woman’s face was like a white jade statue of Guanyin. An invisible sword intent suddenly rippled with the Water Pavilion.

The Heart Sword trembled slightly, and one could sense a vast and bright sword qi in the distant Martial Temple.

Qingbo Street, Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Zhao Huangting was drawing the Galloping Horse Painting with a brush. He drew the horse with ink, and the thick ink mixed with wet ink. He even integrated it into his perspective composition and so on. The unique drawing style made Zhao Huangting love it so much that he couldn’t bear to part with it.

Suddenly, his brush stopped. His white hair and long eyebrows fluttered even though there was no wind. He narrowed his eyes and looked through the vermilion-carved wooden window of the Imperial Ancestral Temple to see the pillar of Qi Blood Smoke in the sky.

He could even sense a wisp of sword qi entangled in the Qi Blood Smoke.

A stunned expression suddenly appeared on the old man’s face, and then he laughed loudly without caring about his image.

“Green Mountain sword qi overflowed to protect him…”

“What a good sentence ‘Green Mountain should be like this when it sees me’!”

The old man smiled until the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up. His smile gradually faded as he walked to the window. With his wide sleeves behind his back, he looked at the Qi Blood Smoke in the sky. The sun that shone was as red as the setting sun.

In his deep eyes, it was as if the scene of Green Mountain walking the world with him was circulating, recalling the glorious years of the past.

A smile appeared on his lips. It was a smile without regrets when he handed his old friend to someone worth entrusting.

The chains clanged endlessly.

At some point in time, his body had finished tempering. The Qi Blood Smoke that surged into the clouds began to gradually converge and surrounded the strange stone hanging in the middle of the two cliffs.

An Le placed his hand on the hilt of the bamboo sword, Green Mountain, and slowly opened his eyes. His green clothes fluttered as he looked at the strange stone.

Step by step, he began to move forward.

The chain shook violently. He walked on the lock as if he was walking on flat ground.

The river below the cliff was turbulent, and water vapor surged up. It wet An Le’s green clothes, and he kept walking. Finally, he arrived within a hundred meters of the Martial Chief Stone.

The Qi and blood that spread out of the strange stone even enveloped his body, blurring the vision of the people by the cliff.

The chain was blood-colored.

An Le looked at the strange stone.

His heart skipped a beat, but it was as if the strange stone was also looking at him.

In the next moment, the blood mist around the strange stone suddenly changed. Vague figures floated over and gathered around An Le. They spoke one after another.

An Le seemed to be unable to see these figures as his gaze landed on the Martial Chief Stone.

The Martial Chief Stone was like a mirror, showing An Le practicing the Five Animals.

However, the Five Animals practiced in the Martial Chief Stone were very different from the Five Animals Technique he had learned!