Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 114: Righteous Sword Qi Slays Evil, Brother An Once Entered the Heavenly Gate and Returned to the Mortal World (2)

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“Good, good, good. What a great show of drinking and painting bamboo to attract righteousness! You slapped Qin Lishi’s face! How refreshing! This deserves a drink!”

Zhao Huangting laughed wantonly. Many Confucian scholars looked over.

When they heard the old man’s unrestrained and direct calling of Prime

Minister Qin’s name, they were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated.

However, the old man did not care at all and only laughed.

In the distant sky, three figures came together. They were the three Headmasters of the Literary Department.

They followed the righteous qi in the Literary Monument and saw the peerless youth. When they saw the righteous sword qi that surged into the clouds on the youth’s body, the three of them came to a realization.

From so far away, even if he really composed a poem, he might not be able to activate the righteousness at all. However, the young man’s body actually contained the sword qi that had fused with righteousness.

Such sword qi pierced through the clouds, like stars in the sky, attracting righteousness!

The three Headmasters looked at each other with amazement in their eyes.

“This child must enter the Literary Department.”

Zhu Huoxi became more and more determined.

“That day, he passed the Heart Questioning Forest and observed the past in front of the Literary Monument, drawing out righteousness. It seemed to have transformed into countless sages. Today, he used the righteous sword qi to fuse with the ink bamboo to extradite righteousness again…”

“This child is a natural Sacred Confucian seed!” Zhu Huoxi said firmly.

Second Headmaster Pang Ji’s eyes flickered, while Third Headmaster Wang Banshan smiled happily.

At this moment, the entire Lin’an was shaken. All the factions sent their mental powers over, and many people even rushed over in the air.

Li You’an smiled faintly and closed his eyes. He listened to the sound of the ink bamboo sea waves and the surging sword qi contained in them, and a smile of enjoyment appeared on his lips.

He felt his mental power tremble slightly, and starlight suddenly spread around his body. The famous sword, Thousand Degrees, trembled slightly and burst out with sword qi, like a bull fighting.

In Lin’an Prefecture, the mental power of many Great Confucians from the temples crossed over.

Outside Lin’an Prefecture, on the First Mountain, the old man pinched his fingers and was moved. On the Sixth Mountain, the Sixth Mountain Lord’s

Mortal Sword Case trembled non-stop. Swords appeared from the case, and 3,000 swords rose, covering the sky above the Sixth Mountain.

In the depths of Lin’an, there were palaces.

The sun shone brightly, and the glazed golden tiles shone brightly.

Zhao Xianyou was dressed in embroidered clothes. He sat upright on a glazed tile and held a pot of fine wine filled with spiritual energy in his hand. A smile appeared on his lips as he drank freely. The wine slid down the corner of his mouth and dripped into his chest and abdomen. He was carefree and relaxed.

“He spat out a mouthful of mortal wine in exchange for the Righteous Immortal Bamboo Forest.”

“Brother An, could it be that you once entered the Heavenly Gate and swam through the immortal realm before returning to the mortal world?”

Zhao Xianyou smiled.

He raised the wine pot and toasted the white python formed by the righteous sword qi from afar.

In the Heavenly Profound Palace.

Above the standing eunuchs, an indescribably noble figure sat on the throne. He looked out with a deep gaze and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the righteous sword qi that pierced through the heavens and earth of Lin’an Prefecture.

“Eunuch Tong, such a pure and upright aura is penetrating the heavenly clouds. Furthermore, it has such a phenomenon that can turn fake into real. Such outstanding literary talent is touching. Go and take a look. In addition, bring this painting back for me to take a look.”

A faint voice came from the figure on the throne.

An old man in black with a feminine temperament bowed slightly. “Yes.”

The old man took a step forward and disappeared into the bright sunlight outside the Heavenly Profound Palace.

The man sitting on the indescribably noble throne still looked at the righteous sword qi that pierced into the clouds and slowly exhaled.

“Old Imperial Uncle, oh Old Imperial Uncle… You still gave out Green Mountain in the end. This Green Mountain sword qi can actually fuse with righteousness. It’s really magical… Unfortunately, Green Mountain didn’t return to my Zhao family. What a pity.”

The man sighed softly and pinched the space between his eyebrows before slowly closing his eyes.

In Prime Minister Qin’s Residence.

The atmosphere was oppressive and terrifying.

In the study.

Prime Minister Qin Lishi stood in front of the extravagant gold-framed window with his hands behind his back. He looked at the righteous sword qi that rose in front of the courtyard and the dense ink bamboo that surrounded Prime Minister Qin’s Residence.

Qin Lishi closed his eyes.

The North Expedition denunciation from the Spring Quarter Examination question surged into his mind again, making his heart palpitate.

In front of Qin Lishi, it was as if he saw a young man in white waving his sword in disdain, cutting the mountain he had condensed with power into two.

With a slash of the sword, the young man slowly walked over along the crack in the mountain.

Facing him, he raised his head proudly.

Even though it was a report from the Confucian scholars on the Literary Music

Ranking, An Le had directly extradited the righteousness in the Literary Monument. Who would dare to say that he had cheated?

If Qin Lishi still insisted that An Le had cheated, it would be equivalent to denying the righteousness of the Literary Department’s ten-thousand-year-old inheritance. The Second Headmaster of the Literary Department, Pang Ji, who was on good terms with him, would fall out with him. The First Headmaster and the Third Headmaster would be even more furious, causing many Great Confucians from the Literary Department in the royal court to be furious.

No matter how high Qin Lishi’s status was, he could not withstand such public anger.

The sound of the bamboo sea outside the Prime Minister’s residence continued. Every righteous qi that descended was like a slap to his face.

Qin Lishi naturally knew that his youngest son, Qin Qianqiu, had been adding fuel to the fire, but he did not stop him and even tacitly agreed. Therefore, it could be said that he was in cahoots with them. At this moment, this slap was not innocent at all.

However, he could not walk out of the Prime Minister’s residence and apologize to that young man.

Suddenly, a figure walked past the window..