Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 90: The Monument Moves as the Answer Is Written, Sword Qi Fills the Universe (3)

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The torrential rain outside the numbered room was like a sword waterfall that kept echoing with the Sword Furnace between An Le’s eyebrows. It kept growing and clanging, almost gushing out.

The Ink Pool Sword at his waist trembled non-stop and suddenly floated up. The sword light in the numbered room was long. It was the Ink Pool Sword.

The ink qi continuously fused into the Ink Pool Sword, causing its grade to constantly increase, vaguely breaking through to the fifth-grade!

In the Literary Department, there was a path in the forest that led straight to the thatched cottage.

Under the thatched hut, a carbon stove was boiling water, and steam rose. The Third Headmaster sat upright under the roof. The wrinkles on his aged face were piled up. Looking at the increasingly majestic rain, every drop of rain seemed to contain a hint of killing intent.

The Third Headmaster stood up. His Confucian shirt was instantly soaked by the spring rain. He reached out and picked up a drop of rain. His turbid eyes stared at the raindrops and he felt that there were a few words hidden in the raindrops.

“Is it because of the Spring Quarter Examination?”

“It doesn’t look like it. Someone is making a murderous essay…”

The Third Headmaster narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, the Third Headmaster looked into the depths of the Literary Department, and a glint flashed across his eyes.

With a step forward, the noisy and majestic rainstorm was suddenly cut into two, as if a curtain had been pulled open.

In the depths of the Literary Department, there was a Wordless Literary Monument.

The Third Headmaster floated over, his Confucian robe fluttering in the wind.

It was not only him. There was also a figure walking over in the rain. He was dressed in a Confucian robe. It was the Second Headmaster Pang Ji, whom he had shared the ink bamboo’s painting with previously.

“Second Headmaster.”

A smile appeared in the Third Headmaster’s eyes. When he saw him appear, he could not help but bow.

The Second Headmaster also responded respectfully.

However, just as the two of them finished bowing, their mental power stirred. They could not help but look in a direction. The wind and rain seemed to have frozen, and footsteps slowly sounded.

A hunched and old figure strolled in the rain as if he had shrunk the ground to an inch.

He looked like he was in his twilight years, but his mind was so majestic as if a thought could make countless sudden rain flow back to the sky.

“First Headmaster.”

When Third Headmaster Wang Banshan and Second Headmaster Pang Ji saw this, they could not help but be shocked. They did not expect that this First Headmaster would come out of seclusion tonight.

The old Confucian scholar walked to the two of them and bowed in return. The three old men did not say anything else and looked at the Wordless Literary Monument standing in the depths of the Literary Department.

“You guys also sensed the movement of the Literary Monument?”

The First Headmaster said slowly in a hoarse voice.

“The Literary Monument is a treasure of the Literary Department. Like the Martial Chief Stone of the Martial Temple, it has extraordinary meaning. Usually, those scholars on the Literary Music Ranking will bring their proud essays to the Literary Monument to read. However, other than the phenomenon caused by Li You’an and Mountain Lord Su Zhanxian, it has never been moved again…”

Second Headmaster Pang Ji frowned and pondered. “Perhaps a talented person appeared in the Spring Quarter Examination this time and wrote an essay that was recognized by the Literary Monument, causing the Literary Monument to move.”

Third Headmaster Wang Banshan stroked his beard, his eyes flickering with thought.

The First Headmaster raised his hand and gently plucked at the Literary Monument. A wisp of literary qi seemed to rush out from it and linger on his fingertips.

“There’s no point in guessing. We can just watch. I’m still looking forward to the essay that can touch the Literary Monument.”

The three Headmasters immediately smiled.

In the next moment, the rain parted, and the three of them walked out, following the direction of the wisp of literary qi.

Unknowingly, the three of them broke through the rain and silently arrived in front of a numbered room.

In the numbered room…

The corners of the young man’s lips curled up as he wrote rapidly. The Ink Pool Sword flew over.

His mental power was filled with ambition and sword qi filled the universe!