Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 225: Sending Hope to Your Sword Pool Palace (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Terrifying killing intent filled the huge Jiangling Prefecture.

The heroic woman, Sword God Su Muzhe, stood on her sword. Her eyes were like iron, and her killing intent was awe-inspiring.

She seemed to be unsatisfied with defeating the peachwood sword.

The old Daoist’s unconvinced and angry gaze made her extremely furious. He pointed his sword at her husband, yet he still dared to be unconvinced?!

The sleeves of the female Sword God’s clothes fluttered as she suddenly pressed her palms down.

Countless swords actually formed an incomparably huge sword palm in the sky above Jiangling Prefecture.

That palm slammed down with a bang, and countless sword qi astral winds whistled down.

The Celestial Master Residence’s Venerable Daoist Li Qingchuan’s expression changed slightly.

He formed a seal with his hand and golden light bloomed between his eyebrows. The white horsetail whisk trembled slightly and began to grow. It wrapped around his back like a waterfall. However, in the Jiangling Prince’s Mansion.

In the Water Pavilion.

The Jiangling Prince, who was sitting opposite the Second Prince, smiled lightly.

“Like I said, the Old Imperial Uncle is naturally fine in the Jiangling Prefecture.

His involvement with the Sword Pool Palace has lasted for five hundred years. How can such a person be isolated and helpless in the Jiangling Prefecture?”

“Since Li You’an can leave in peace, he naturally has his confidence.”

The Jiangling Prince chuckled.

He picked up the cup and splashed it into the sky.

The wine that was splashed emitted a brilliant aura. It suddenly turned into a light screen and blocked in front of the sword palm.

“Palace Master Su, this new Venerable from the Celestial Master Residence has just entered Jiangling and doesn’t know the rules. How about giving me some face?”

The Jiangling Prince’s voice came from the mansion.

However, the female Sword God, Su Muzhe, who was standing on the sword, had no intention of holding back or giving face at all.

The sword palm slapped the screen ruthlessly, causing a wave of ripples. It was as if there were dense swords that wanted to penetrate the light screen.

In the Prince’s Mansion, the Jiangling Prince frowned.

His face… had no value in front of this woman.

However, at this moment, on the River Gathering Restaurant, Zhao Huangting waved his hand. “Alright, alright. Just teach him a lesson.”

“You’re the Palace Master of the Sword Pool Palace now, after all. The Celestial Master Residence has to send at least a Great Celestial Master to be worthy of your full strength.”

Zhao Huangting’s words resounded.

When the female Sword God, Su Muzhe, who was standing on the sword, heard this, she immediately nodded. “Husband, you’re right.’

She retracted her palm, and countless swords turned into streams of light. Like ten thousand swords returning to their origin, they all returned to her body and flowed into the space between her eyebrows.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a sword qi palace between the woman’s eyebrows. Inside the palace, there were dense swords hanging.

In the sky above Prince’s Mansion of Jiangling, the Daoist of the Celestial Master Mansion, Li Qingchuan, felt that his back was drenched, and his expression was a little ugly.

The Jiangling Prince narrowed his eyes. He was really a little surprised. He never expected that the Old Imperial Uncle would use the Heart Sword to seal Nirvana. His temper was much better now, and he actually made Su Muzhe stop.

If it was in the past, Li Qingchuan from the Celestial Master Residence would not have been able to leave unscathed unless he bled a little.

After some thought, he raised the wine cup in his cup and immediately rose into the sky step by step. His luxurious clothes were long, and he exuded an indescribable nobility and elegance.

“Old Imperial Uncle, you’ve come to Jiangling Prefecture again, but I don’t have anything to entertain you with, so I’ll toast you.”

The Jiangling Prince smiled and walked towards River Gathering Restaurant step by step.

However, at the River Gathering Restaurant, Zhao Huangting, who was leaning against the railing, did not even look at him. He spat out a word like a spring thunder.

“Scram.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and entered the building, ignoring him.

The Jiangling Prince’s footsteps instantly froze in the air. Although he was embarrassed and angry, he still had a refined smile on his face.

He drank the wine and gestured to River Gathering Restaurant before returning to the Prince’s Mansion.

The Daoist of the Celestial Master Residence, Li Qingchuan, also entered the mansion again.

Second Prince Zhao Pei drank the bright red wine that the Jiangling Prince had personally brewed and frowned.

Regret flashed across his eyes. With the help of the Palace Master of the Sword Pool Palace, Su Muzhe, it would not be so easy to capture An Le.

As a top martial arts faction in the world, the Sword Pool Palace was not inferior to the Celestial Master Residence at all.

The Celestial Master Residence had an old Celestial Master whose Primordial Spirit could enter the immortal realm, but the Sword Pool Palace also had an old Sword Sage who was unfathomable. Even the Old Imperial Uncle had to be obediently beaten up.

Therefore, since Su Muzhe had made a move, it meant that the entire Sword Pool Palace had moved. The price to pay to capture An Le was too high.

The Jiangling Prince and Daoist Li Qingchuan returned to the pavilion.

The atmosphere was a little gloomy and strange.

The Jiangling Prince’s gaze landed on the Second Prince. “Your Highness, I’m afraid it won’t be so easy for you to capture An Le now.”

“I can roughly guess why An Le wants to enter the Sword Pool Palace. It must be because the Old Imperial Uncle wants to take one last gamble and borrow the power of the Sword Pool Lake to sharpen Green Mountain.” Second Prince Zhao Pei said calmly.

“Whether An Le is captured or not, it’s not a big problem. Old Imperial Uncle won’t be able to use the Heart Sword to suppress the Nirvana Fire for long, so he will definitely head north to challenge Emperor Yuan Meng.”

“That battle was a one-way trip. When Old Imperial Uncle dies, An Le will no longer have any protection. When the time comes, capturing him will be easy.”

“I’ve begged Old Imperial Uncle many times to give me the Green Mountain Sword, but he hasn’t given it to me.”

“It’s understandable that he didn’t give it to Zhao Xianyou. The blood flowing in his body is the bane of Green Mountain. But why can’t I wield the sword?” Zhao Pei shook his head and finished the special wine in his cup.

“Therefore, I also want to take a look at this Sword Pool Palace.. If this child can’t sharpen Green Mountain, perhaps… I can?”