Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 239: An Old Sword Sage Walks Out of the Lake, The Promise That Stakes the Entire Sword Pool Palace (2)

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An Le, who had evaporated his sweat, felt refreshed. At this moment, he was like a Sword Immortal walking out from the side of the Sword Bell.

Everyone’s gaze landed on the young man who had created the miracle of the Sword Pool Palace.

The bell rang thirty-six times. It was simply unbelievable!

Su Muzhe’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She now believed in Zhao

Huangting’s words that An Le could bring hope to the Sword Pool Palace.

Zhao Huangting’s eyes were filled with gratification, and a smug smile hung on his lips.

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In addition, on the limestone path, the Sword Pool Palace disciples who were originally brewing the mood to ring the bell had fanatical, excited, and respectful gazes.

After the bell rang 36 times, he could be treated as the Sword Immortal!

At this moment, the young man was the Sword Immortal in their hearts!

Even Lu Shisan, who had vomited blood from the bell wave, clenched his fists tightly. His face was filled with excitement, and there was no dissatisfaction or displeasure.

He had only rung the Sword Bell 15 times. Compared to the 36 chimes of this peerless youth in front of him, he was trash.

But what did it matter?

He would have no regrets if he could listen to the 36 chimes of the Sword Bell in his life!

Furthermore, Lu Shisan obtained a huge gain under the baptism of the bell waves.

The cultivators on Dali’s Star Rankings also looked at An Le in surprise. As people who had been sent by the Dali Imperial Preceptor to the Sword Pool Palace for opportunities all year round, they knew very well how difficult it was to ring the Sword Bell. It was even harder to hit a higher number.

Even Lu Ziwei, who was ranked first on the Star Rankings, had only achieved seventeen times.

Lu Ziwei’s eyes trembled slightly. At this moment, she was too curious about this Sword Immortal-like youth. When did such a person appear in the Great Zhao Dynasty?

The handsome young man walked over like a Sword Immortal. His gaze swept across and landed on Second Prince Zhao Pei.

An Le didn’t recognize Zhao Pei, but he could vaguely guess his identity.

Dressed in luxurious clothes, he exuded a pampered and noble aura.

Zhao Huangting had once told him that there was a Second Prince cultivating in the Celestial Master Residence. He was ranked second on the Little Sacred Ranking, second only to Zhao Xianyou.

Now, it should be referring to the person in front of him.

Previously, in the Jiangling Prefecture City, the old Daoist who attacked came from the Celestial Master Residence. An Le guessed that the Second Prince should have already appeared.

“Second Prince, it’s your turn to ring the bell. Please.”

An Le’s white clothes fluttered, and his sleeves were filled with a cool breeze.

As his hair fluttered, his gaze landed on the Second Prince and he spoke calmly.

For a moment, everyone’s gaze swept over and landed on Second Prince Zhao Pei.

Previously, they had also seen this man in luxurious clothes cut the line and go up the stone platform. He wanted to ring the bell in front of the young man.

In the end, he was thrown off the stone platform by the young man’s Heavenly Dragon aura.

At this moment. the young man had finished ringing the bell. Logically speaking, it was indeed this man’s turn.

Zhao Pei’s expression was cold and silent. There was a faint crack in the golden sand between his eyebrows. Although it was still recovering, this meant that the connection between him and the Purple Qi Golden Lotus had been greatly weakened. He had to spend time nurturing it before the connection between him and the Purple Qi Golden Lotus could be restored.

As for going on stage to ring the bell…

It was impossible for Zhao Pei to ring the Sword Bell at this time.

If he went on stage now, he would be humiliating himself.

Even with the Purple Qi Golden Lotus, he could not guarantee that he could ring the bell 18 times. Furthermore, there was the despairing record of An Le ringing 36 times ahead.

His aura had been broken by An Le’s invincible aura, and his connection with the Purple Qi Golden Lotus had been shattered by the consecutive bell waves…

At this moment, he would not be stupid enough to go on stage and ring the bell.

Second Prince Zhao Pei’s luxurious clothes fluttered in the wind. He took a deep look at An Le and did not move at all. He turned around and left, heading in the direction of Jiangling Prince and Celestial Master Residence’s Venerable Li.

In the eyes of many people, he looked like he was fleeing.

However, no one laughed at Zhao Pei. At this moment, who dared to ring the Sword Bell?

The aftershock and deterrence of the 36 chimes were not something they could withstand.

It was even to the extent that no one would dare to step onto the stone platform and ring the Sword Bell for at least a month. It was one thing to ask for humiliation, but the reverence for the record was another.

Streaks of sword qi rushed over, and the experts of the Sword Pool Palace approached. The swordsmiths who walked out of the houses also strode over, wanting to see this person who had created the miracle of the Sword Pool Palace.

Many Sword Pool Palace disciples held their swords and bowed. They were extremely shocked. These rarely seen Sword Pool Palace cultivators had actually come out of seclusion at this moment.

When the silver-haired old man with a head full of sword qi stepped into the air, even the Sword Pool Palace Master, Su Muzhe, had no choice but to hug her sword and bow to show her respect.

“Greetings, Master Wang!”

Everyone bowed.

Even Zhao Huangting stopped being unrestrained and cupped his fists.

After all, the person who came was the most experienced person in the Sword Pool Palace, Wang Yansheng, who was also known as the number one swordsmith in the world.

The Jiangling Prince, who was holding an umbrella, bowed slightly with a solemn expression.

However, the old swordsmith looked down on him and did not even look at him for a moment.

The Jiangling Prince’s expression remained the same.

However, the Venerable of the Celestial Master Residence and Second Prince Zhao Pei couldn’t help but frown.

“He’s Wang Yansheng.” The Jiangling Prince said softly.

Zhao Pei and the Venerable of the Celestial Master Residence, Li Qingchuan, instantly relaxed.

The old man strolled along the limestone path and swept his gaze over. His gaze actually landed on Zhao Huangting first. “The Nirvana Fire is one of the three calamities of the tenth realm. You ignited the Nirvana Fire, but you used the Sensory Temple’s Heart Sword to suppress it and extend your life a little… It seems that you’re still unwilling to die..”