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Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Just now, a female sword immortal flew past you on her sword, and you looked up. You caught a glimpse of the female sword immortal from a hundred years ago who slew a demon dragon in the Boundless Eastern Sea. She was at the pinnacle of her power in the mortal realm, and you felt something in your heart, condensing the essence of time into the technique of "Dragon Slayer." Just now, an old beggar passed by you, and you glanced at him. You caught a glimpse of the old beggar from three hundred years ago who knocked on the tightly closed gates of heaven with his dog-beating stick, laughing at the immortals in the sky. You condensed the essence of time into the technique of "God Beater." Just now, a scholar asked you for a sip of wine, and you squinted at him. You observed the scholar from five hundred years ago who studied the sword by lamplight at night, dressed in white. On the battlefield at the border, he decapitated countless members of the enemy race, his aura engulfing the vast land like a ferocious beast. You condensed the essence of time into the technique of "Enduring Spirit." ...... An Le traveled through time to this chaotic world, where life was fragile and worthless. Fortunately, An Le could see the past experiences of others, whether glorious, sorrowful, or helpless, and then condense them into the essence of time to make himself stronger. As a young practitioner, he cultivated his spirit and accumulated the essence of time. With a calm and peaceful heart, he quietly knocked on the door of cultivation, peacefully becoming a sage.

Li Hongtian · Oriental
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260 Chs

Listening to the Song for an Entire Day on the Flower Boat, Taking the Spring Quarter Examination (3)

Éditeur: Atlas Studios

"That Sixth Mountain Lord knew how to play back then. He roamed the pleasure boats and won the reputation of the brothel. Many beauties looked forward to him. Tsk, in terms of flirtatiousness, he's comparable to me."

The old man took a sip of the Drunken Flowing Clouds and ate the Eight Treasure Chicken with a smile.

An Le couldn't help but look sideways. "Senior, you also have a good reputation in the brothel?"

"No, but some of my beauties are not human. Sixth Brother doesn't have them." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

As he smiled, a trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes.

An Le was speechless. His beauties were not human… Perhaps they were demons.

There were demons in this world. Wasn't the previous landlord of the small courtyard a squirrel demoness?

No wonder the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple was willing to let the squirrel demoness live so close to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. There was indeed a reason.