Increasingly Stricter Metamorphosis Conditions

Time flowed but the ages remained eternal. The Dao Fruit had metamorphosed.

The Cultivation Genius Dao Fruit transformed into the Thousand-Year Genius!

An Le opened his eyes and couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised. The Cultivation Genius Dao Fruit had given him a lot of support, allowing him to quickly comprehend the Sword Waterfall Diagram and enter Meditation within 45 minutes.

It could be said that the Cultivation Genius Dao Fruit had raised his talent. Now that it had transformed, it had definitely grown in a good direction. With the addition of ten wisps of Age Qi, it transformed into the Thousand-Year Genius.

As the name suggested, he could be said to be a genius that only appeared once every thousand years!

Such talent was definitely extraordinary!

If [Cultivation Genius] could allow him to step into the fifth realm on the path of cultivation, then [Thousand-Year Genius] might be enough for him to easily break through the barrier of the five realms.

Madam Hua had told him that although it was very difficult to cross each realm on the path of cultivation, stepping into the sixth realm at the fifth realm was the most difficult step.

For someone like Luo Qingchen, who had walked out of Qingzhou with a heroic spirit and was a genius that was hard to come by in a hundred years, he had wasted more than ten years in the fifth realm. Although his Dao heart was clouded, it was enough to show how difficult it was.

Although he was in the Martial Arts Hall, An Le was overjoyed. With a thought, a light screen jumped out.

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[Name: An Le]

[Age Qi: 3 wisps]

[Age Dao Fruit: Thousand-Year Genius (Molten Gold Age Qi 0/2 wisps, 0/100 wisps), Sword Dancer (0/10 wisps), Fearless Heart]

[Cultivation Technique: Sword Waterfall Diagram (0 wisp), Qi Drawing Breathing Technique (1 wisp)]

[Skill: Five Animals Body Tempering Technique (0 wisp), Zhao Zu's Long Fist (Incomplete) (1 wisp)]

...

On the light screen, the Age Dao Fruit column changed, and the [Thousand-Year Genius] was included.

However, what made An Le's eyes narrow slightly was that compared to the evolution conditions of the Cultivation Genius Dao Fruit, the conditions of the Thousand-Year Genius Dao Fruit were even harsher.

"The Molten Gold Age Qi can condense the Age Dao Fruit. The transformation requires two wisps of the Molten Gold Age Qi. Does this mean that I need to provide two Age Dao Fruits?"

"Other than that, it also needs a hundred wisps of gray Age Qi…"

An Le muttered as he felt the difficulty.

However, it was not that easy to become stronger. With the light screen in his hand, An Le was already lucky to be able to become stronger in a visible way.

As for the conditions for the Thousand-Year Genius Dao Fruit to transform, it was no different from asking him to spend more time collecting Age Qi to observe the glorious past of the experts in the world. It was not difficult.

If he obtained a Dao Fruit that was repetitive or not useful to him, he could use it to evolve and augment another Dao Fruit instead.

Recently, An Le discovered some tricks to extract Age Qi.

Molten Gold Age Qi was more likely to appear on experts.

For example, he had absorbed three times from Fairy Yun Rou before drawing the Molten Gold Age Qi, but he had only drawn it once from Madam Hua and Luo Qingchen.

Of course, the deduction of such a small trick was not completely accurate. Just like this time, An Le did not extract the Molten Gold Age Qi from Fourth Master Lin.

There was still some luck involved.

However, the evolution of the Dao Fruit undoubtedly made An Le rather excited and happy.

He opened his eyes and looked at the young masters of the Lin Mansion. He felt that they were all extremely handsome.

"Young Master An, what's wrong?"

Lin Qingyin observed An Le and realized that he had suddenly closed his eyes. She thought that he was feeling unwell.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Qingyin. I'm fine. Let's begin painting for the young master. Which young master will come first?" An Le asked with a smile.

Lin Zhuifeng took off the fire stick from her waist and walked into the Martial Arts Hall.

"Everyone, the Matriarch has hired an artist to paint for everyone. This artist's skills are excellent. Who wants to go first?"

Lin Zhuifeng grinned.

Her voice lingered in the hall and was quickly drowned out by the shouts of the many young masters. No one paid attention to her.

However, Lin Zhuifeng was not angry at all. Instead, the fire stick in her hand began to spin around her wrist like a windmill.

"Since you won't answer, let's talk according to strength. Those who win against the fire stick in my hand can do it later!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the fire stick in Lin Zhuifeng's hand suddenly extended and became stronger. A majestic Qi Blood burst forth like real flames, setting off a brilliant heat wave!

It smashed towards one of the young masters.

A moment later.

The young master's face was bruised and swollen. He was on the verge of tears when Lin Zhuifeng dragged him to An Le.

"Young Master An, this is Eighth Young Master Lin Ye, Seventh Master's legitimate son. He's very happy to be the first to be drawn."

The fire stick returned to Lin Zhuifeng's waist and she grinned, revealing her white teeth.

Happy?

The corners of An Le's mouth twitched. He looked at the eight young masters who were filled with resentment and did not know how to answer.

The Eighth Young Master looked at An Le and pleaded, "Sir, please make me look better. These black bruises… have to disappear."

"Eighth Young Master, don't worry. I've been taught to be professional."

An Le smiled.

After that, all the drawing tools that Lin Qingyin had asked someone to prepare were presented.

As for the Eighth Young Master, he sat on the small stool prepared by Lin Zhuifeng with a swollen face. There was originally an armchair, but Lin Zhuifeng made it clear that only those who were willing to be drawn could sit on the armchair. Those who were brought here by her could only sit on the small stool.

An Le grabbed a piece of charcoal and sharpened it with a dagger. The thick paper was spread on the wooden frame, and the brush made a rustling sound.

In the Martial Arts Hall, Qi Blood was turbulent and blood was boiling.

Outside the house, the spring rain fell like crisp beads.

The young man held the brush and began to draw the first painting after joining the Lin Residence.

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In the evening, the spring rain gradually stopped and the sunset clouds dissipated. Red light splashed on the world.

The air was thin and cold, and the wind that blew over brought with it a refreshing feeling.

An Le put away the oil-paper umbrella and left the Lin Residence with Lin Zhuifeng, Lin Qingyin, and the bruised and battered Eighth Young Master Lin Ye.

Eighth Young Master Lin Ye was overjoyed. He thought that after being beaten up by Lin Zhuifeng, the artist might not be able to draw his handsomeness. However, he did not expect An Le to draw so well. Not only was the painting realistic, but it was even more handsome!

It did not take long for Lin Ye's initial unwillingness to turn into true acceptance.

While An Le was painting, Lin Qingyin was also learning from the side. An Le also taught her some sketching techniques, such as the posture of holding the brush, the control of light and darkness, the explanation of lines, and so on.

As he taught, he drew meticulously. Therefore, he only drew the Eighth Young Master today.

However, there was still a lot of time. They had never asked An Le to finish painting every young master in a day. What was more important was the quality.

"Young Master An, this is your drawing fee for today. Ten Origin Spirit Coins."

A maidservant in embroidered clothes jogged over and smiled as she took out an embroidered purse for An Le.

This was Madam Hua's personal maidservant, Xi Xiang, a broad-minded elder sister.

"Thank you, Miss Xiang. Help me thank Madam Hua." An Le took the money bag and bowed with a smile.

Xi Xiang looked at An Le's handsome and polite appearance and could not help but cover her mouth and chuckle. After taking a few more glances, she turned around and returned to the Lin Residence.

Accompanied by the sunset glow, An Le held an umbrella in one hand as he walked on the limestone road of Jing Street.

After the evolution of the Dao Fruit and earning another ten Origin Spirit Coins, An Le was in an extremely good mood as he bathed in the cool breeze after the rain.

Even the attack at the entrance of Jing Street had lessened the impact on his mood.

In fact, An Le could not wait to return to the inn to cultivate and experience the enhancement brought about by the [Thousand-Year Genius] Dao Fruit.

However, just as he left Jing Street, An Le saw a familiar face. It was the constable of the Black Office, Huang Xian, who was dressed differently from the constables of the Black Office. He walked over quickly.

"Young Master An." Huang Xian's expression was solemn.

The joy on An Le's face gradually disappeared. He remembered that he had promised Constable Huang to draw a portrait of a criminal.

"I know about your attack at the entrance of Jing Street… Mr. Luo is backed by the Qin Residence. The Qin Residence has a blood feud with the Lin Residence. Mr. Luo originally planned to bribe Liu Qingyan to enter the Lin Residence to paint and use some means to disgust the Matriarch, but you stopped him. Therefore, you were implicated."

Huang Xian explained the whole story clearly.

An Le nodded. Without Madam Hua's promise, the Qin Residence would indeed be like a mountain collapsing. It would crush him until he could not breathe or even eat or sleep in peace.

However, with Madam Hua's promise, An Le could improve himself in peace.

"Madam Hua has already told me that since I've joined the Lin Residence, there's no reason for me to back down." An Le smiled gently.

Looking at the carefree and indifferent An Le, Huang Xian couldn't help but admire him.

"By the way, I'll have to trouble Constable Huang to capture Liu Qingyan or inform me of his whereabouts… I'll repay kindness with kindness and grievances with revenge. Liu Qingyan hired someone to attack me, so I naturally have to seek justice from him. After all, I'm a Provincial Scholar." An Le cupped his fists and said seriously.

However, just as he finished speaking, Huang Xian's expression became strange.

"Young Master An, Liu Qingyan… is already dead."