Chapter 43: The Young Man Has Aspirations, Madam Hua’s Sword Qi Flower Blooms and Seeks the Sacred Token

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A sword light rose from the ground, just like a great roc rising into the sky, sweeping away the spring rain and sunset clouds. Under the sunlight that poured down from behind, it was like a rapid electric light.

It was incomparably resplendent and dazzling, and the dazzling sword qi gradually became mesmerizing.

At the foot of the mountain, countless people looked at the sword light that soared into the sky in shock. Their hearts were pounding heavily.

The young man held the sword. Although he was not riding the sword like a peerless Sword Immortal, when he held the dark green sword, the sword qi poured out like a meteor that tore through the night sky. It carried the young man, swayed past the tail of the light, and pierced into the clouds. It also had a different dazzling temperament.

“Who’s that?”

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Someone said in shock. Then, doubts filled his heart like a waterfall.

Most cultivators did not know this young man who had followed the Lin Residence’s carriage.

A young man whose cultivation level could not be seen and who was wearing a tattered bamboo sword and pretending to be a swordsman was not valued by anyone at all previously. They only thought that he had followed the Lin Residence’s carriage to see the world.

The only one who was truly famous in the Lin Residence was Lin Zhuifeng. However, that sword did not carry Lin Zhuifeng, but an unknown youth.

When An Le was carried up by the sword, Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were also extremely shocked. The two girls raised their heads, and their black hair danced in the wind caused by the sword. Their eyes were filled with disbelief and… radiance.

Seeing the young man’s sword soar into the sky, they seemed to have realized something.

The most impossible thing had hit the young man’s head like a pie.

Young Master An… actually met the eye of the Sixth Mountain Lord, who stood on Green Mountain!

The word ‘fate’ was indescribably wonderful!

Lin Zhuifeng grabbed the fire stick and grinned. “Is Mountain Lord’s affinity as pure as mine because Young Master An is good- looking?”

Lin Qingyin covered her mouth and chuckled when she heard Lin Zhuifeng’s words.

The surrounding high-ranking officials and nobles all had complicated expressions.

Many people could not sit still anymore. They lifted the curtain from the carriage and raised their heads to face the sunlight. They looked at the young man who soared into the sky and watched curiously. They also instructed their subordinates to inquire about the young man.

The youth was unknown, but obtaining the Mountain Lord’s sword was naturally like ascending to the heavens.

Moreover, the young man was related to the Lin Residence. This made many factions who had a bad relationship with the Lin Residence feel alarmed and wanted to figure out the background and identity of such a young man.

In the forest, the fog was cut open from both sides. There was sword qi lingering, making it difficult for the misty rain to heal.

Luo Qingchen stood in the mountains. The pain in his hand made him feel a little confused.

He felt that what was cut off was not his palm, but his mental state.

His mind which was originally filled with confidence.

The Sixth Mountain Lord… actually didn’t choose him?!

Although his sword arts talent was inferior to Legendary Top Scholar Li You’an and Jade Guanyin Hua Jiebing… it was commendable. Who present could compare to him? Why was he ignored by the Sixth Mountain Lord?

The feeling of being beaten down to the mortal world when he was about to reach the peak made Luo Qingchen so depressed that he almost coughed up blood.

Suddenly, the exclamations at the foot of the mountain were like thunder.

A sword light rose and went straight into the clouds!

Luo Qingchen’s palm was dripping with blood. He could not be bothered to stop the bleeding. He looked up and saw a young man holding a sword in his hand. Under the entanglement of the sword light, he soared up and crashed into the sea of clouds.

How could Luo Qingchen forget this young man?!

With his cultivation, he could not compare himself to a young man who had just attained the Spirit Refinement Embryonic Breath and did not even know a few moves of sword techniques!

In front of him, the scene of the young man carrying his pressure in the spring rain, his back straight, and his eyebrows bent appeared again. It lingered non-stop, almost overlapping with the scene of the young man flying into the sky under the sword.

It was as if two heavy hammers had smashed into his heart.

A spring breeze blew through the forest, scattering the peach petals on the peach trees on both sides of the mountain path. Although it was autumn, it was as cold as autumn, making Luo Qingchen feel a chill and his body involuntarily swayed.

He felt that this time… his Dao heart might really be covered in dust by this youth.

“Why? Why?!”

Luo Qingchen was unconvinced. The silver sword qi around him soared into the sky from the forest. However, halfway through, he saw the familiar ink bamboo diagram drawn in the sea of clouds.

At this moment, Luo Qingchen’s mind was hit by a hammer, and he roared with anger!

He understood.

Why did the Sixth Mountain Lord suddenly open the mountain? It was because…

The Mountain Guardian already had a candidate.

The so-called selection was just a sedan chair for the youth who could enter the Sacred Mountain!

Luo Qingchen looked at his palm that had been cut open. Suddenly, he smiled bitterly.

Who would be able to rise to the top with the momentum of the Dao?

An Le felt his vision blur and he entered the sea of clouds. He swam freely in the sea of clouds like a fish leaping across the boundless sea. When he saw the ink bamboo painting of the world, he immediately gasped in surprise. Using the sea of clouds as the prophecy and the sword qi as ink to paint, it was really heroic!

However, this ink bamboo painting vaguely stirred the strings in An Le’s mind. He seemed to have understood something.

No wonder this sword came straight for him. It turned out that he had entered through the back door because there was someone helping him from above.

When he thought of how the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple had once said that he would bring him to a place in three days, he could not help but come to a realization.

The Sixth Mountain Lord knew about his ink bamboo painting. Perhaps… the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple had approached him?

An Le held his sword and floated in the air. He looked into the distance and saw a pavilion halfway up the mountain.

A middle-aged man in green stood in the pavilion. He loosened the wooden sword case beside him and looked at him from afar.

An Le’s gaze met his.

The black sword in his hand trembled slightly, and An Le immediately understood that the man was the rumored Sixth Mountain Lord who hid all the swords in the world in a sword case!

An Le held his sword and cupped his fists, bowing to the sea of clouds.

The middle-aged man’s lips curled up stiffly as he nodded slightly. His eyes were filled with splendor. He pressed his palm on the sword case, but he could sense that the sword in the case was clanging and surging as if it was all attracted by the young man on the sea of clouds.

That young man… was born with a great resonance with the sword, as if he was born for it.

He was an unexcavated talent of the sword!

If looking at the youth’s ink bamboo painting and sensing the youth’s spine and sword qi, the middle-aged man was tempted and took him in as a Mountain Guardian, then when he saw the youth and the trembling and cheers of the old fellows in the sword case, the middle-aged man understood that he might be about to pick up a treasure!

“Very good!”

The middle-aged man’s stiff smile softened as he spoke.

It was just two words, but his love for An Le’s talent could be heard.

To the Mountain Lord, the Mountain Guardian was more similar to a disciple. Therefore, the middle-aged man was rarely moved and revealed his emotions.

“Are you willing to join my Sixth Mountain?”

The sea of clouds surged and ink bamboo clamored.

The man stood in the pavilion halfway up the mountain and faced the spring rain. He looked at the young man holding the sword and asked sincerely.

The young man’s sword qi stood in the clouds. Facing the middle- aged man’s invitation, the smile on his face disappeared, but he did not immediately agree. Instead, he fell into serious thought.

The Mountain Guardian, the identity that countless cultivators in Lin’an Prefecture had gone crazy for, was now placed in front of An Le, easily obtainable.

As long as he nodded, he could enter Sacred Mountain and become a Mountain Guardian, soaring into the sky.

Suddenly, An Le looked down at the sea of clouds.

At the foot of the mountain.

After a long period of commotion, most cultivators seemed to know who the sixth Mountain Lord would choose to be the Mountain Guardian.

The Lin family had produced a Mountain Guardian. Regardless of whether the youth was from the Lin Residence or not, it was impossible to fake it in front of everyone when he walked out of the Lin Residence’s carriage. Naturally, he was labeled as the Lin

Residence.

Many people’s gazes swept across the Lin Residence’s carriage. There was envy, complexity, and surprise. All kinds of emotions surged like a storm.

Suddenly, their gaze landed on everyone in the carriage and their breathing stopped.

They saw a white palm stretched out from the curtain of the carriage, as white as jade.

A graceful and graceful figure slowly walked out.

Her pale skin was flawless, and her embroidered dress was soft and delicate.

Heart Sword Jade Guanyin, Lin Residence’s Hua Jiebing!

As soon as the woman stepped out of the carriage, her eyebrows relaxed. She seemed to have thought of something fun and smiled.

In the next moment, a majestic mental power was like a mountain collapsing, pressing down on the cultivators present, making their hearts heavy.

The woman flicked her finger, and a wisp of sword light flashed out. It carried her delicate figure and directly entered the green cloud and the sea of clouds. She stepped on lotus steps and appeared beside the young man with a long bow.

An Le was slightly stunned by the fragrance. He turned around and saw Madam Hua.

Madam Hua bowed to the Mountain Lord before looking at An Le. She chuckled and said, “In the carriage, there were some things that I hadn’t finished saying. Although the Mountain Guardian is considered to have entered the Sacred Mountain, becoming a Mountain Guardian means losing the right to enter the Sacred Mountain to converse with the Sacred Teacher and become a Mountain Lord.”

“I can help you find a chance. Whether you want to become a Mountain Guardian or continue moving forward with difficulty and try the slim hope of moving higher on the Sacred Mountain, the choice is yours.”

In a pavilion halfway up the mountain, the Sixth Mountain Lord’s expression was as usual. He did not disturb Madam Hua.

An Le fell into deep thought again.

Becoming a Mountain Guardian meant losing the qualifications to become a Mountain Lord.

Although the young man’s cultivation had just begun, today, the Sixth Mountain Lord only said that he wanted to open the mountain, but it had already caused the world to stir.

Crossing a thousand feet of waves, causing ten thousand bamboo trees to shake!

Such boldness and influence made him yearn for it.

The young man was energetic and vigorous.

With a ferocious tiger hidden in his heart, An Le had a thought that his future would definitely not stop at being a Mountain Guardian.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, An Le was a little tactless, but he was indeed unwilling to stop here.

He pondered for a long time.

An Le exhaled and held the dark green sword with both hands. He bowed and slowly walked forward to the pavilion.

“Madam Hua, Mountain Lord, An Le is willing to try the difficult path. Perhaps one day, I can have my own mountain on the Sacred Mountain.”

The world suddenly quietened down, leaving only the spring breeze and rain brushing against the young man’s words of ambition.

After a while, a wisp of green clothes in the pavilion on the mountain suddenly laughed. He looked at the young man and understood his ambition, his eyes filled with admiration.

Madam Hua also smiled in satisfaction.

“Young Master An, do you still remember the painting gift I promised you?”

“Today, I’ll give it to you.”

As soon as it was said, Madam Hua’s face was filled with a spring breeze as she looked at the Sixth Mountain Lord in the pavilion.

With a lotus in her hand, the sword qi flower behind her bloomed.

“Sixth Mountain Lord, Jiebing requests a Little Sacred Token in the name of An Le’s Dao Protector.”