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A silver sword beam lingered around Luo Qingchen’s body. His figure escaped

out of the residence, and his majestic mental power and Qi Blood intertwined,

galloping like lightning behind the clouds.

The burly coachman, Zhu Shan, accompanied him out of Qingzhou. When he was happy, Zhu Shan was still around. When he was disappointed, Zhu Shan was still around.

But this time, Zhu Shan might really be gone.

Today, he did not see Zhu Shan. He thought that the coachman was busy with something. Usually, when he did not need the service, Zhu Shan could move freely.

Luo Qingchen still remembered that Zhu Shan had a lover who he met at the Falling Flower Pavilion in Lin’an Prefecture every seven days.

He thought that Zhu Shan was not in the residence and might have gone to find that lover to release his pressure.

He was a little depressed now and was focused on grinding the dust off his Dao heart, so he did not notice this. By the time he reacted, there was already a hint of disappointment in the cold night wind.

With Luo Qingchen’s speed, he arrived at the entrance of Qingbo Street in a flash.

The sword qi lingered and slowed down. He looked at Qin Qianqiu, who was playing with a wine cup, and Wang Qinhe, who was holding the Dragon Spine Saber.

As if he understood something, Luo Qingchen’s eyes trembled. He looked into the distance and saw a burly figure holding a saber. He stood in the cold wind and looked in the direction of the long street he was running towards. There was no longer any sound.

“Sir, Zhu Shan can’t accompany you back to Qingzhou.”

The whimpering spring night cold wind seemed to carry the echoing voice.

Luo Qingchen only felt his heart sink. The huge Lin’an rolled up endless darkness to devour him, depriving him of the last person close to him in Lin’an.

An Le stood beside Zhu Shan in white. He raised his hand and gently closed Zhu Shan’s eyes.

Seemingly aware of Luo Qingchen’s arrival, he looked over calmly.

The burly coachman, Zhu Shan, also brought a saber to kill him. His goal was to give Luo Qingchen a chance to leave Lin’an Prefecture safely.

From Zhu Shan, An Le also learned that Luo Qingchen had rejected Qin Qianqiu’s request and did not want to kill him.

As for now, what would Luo Qingchen’s attitude be when he saw Zhu Shan’s death?

If Luo Qingchen really fulfilled Qin Qianqiu’s wish and wanted to avenge Zhu Shan, An Le was naturally not his match now. However, when he grew up in the future, he would naturally not hold back.

However, Luo Qingchen did not attack in anger, nor did he reveal any killing intent. He walked over step by step and arrived beside Zhu Shan. Looking at the burly Zhu Shan’s corpse, dense sorrow gradually spread out from his eyes.

“I once said that I wanted you to drive me to Qingzhou in glory, but I didn’t do it… ”

A long sigh, mixed with guilt, fatigue, self-blame, and other emotions, came out of Luo Qingchen’s mouth.

An Le took a few steps back and gave his spot to Luo Qingchen.

He remained silent.

The forest was filled with flowing light and the moon’s shadow was bright. The long street was silent and the night was clear.

The cold moonlight accompanied by starlight sprinkled on the streets that were filled with the cold wind and the smell of blood. Far away from the entrance of Qingbo Street.

The luxurious carriage stopped quietly.

The horses neighed. On the roof of the carriage, two figures stood with cold expressions.

“The coachman has failed, and Luo Qingchen is here. I wonder if Luo Qingchen will attack in anger.”

Qin Qianqiu finished the spirit wine in his cup. Dense spiritual energy bloomed from his throat along with the wine, but there was no enjoyment on his face.

He did not care about Luo Qingchen’s arrival at all, nor did he care about the coachman who had just been forced to die by him.

“The coachman, Zhu Shan, has the Body Tempering Inner Core and the strength of the Spirit Refinement Embryonic Breath, but he was almost crushed.”

Although the coachman, Zhu Shan, cultivated Body Tempering and the Spirit Refinement cultivation technique at the same level, it was indeed a little surprising to be crushed by someone who was a realm lower.

Qin Qianqiu’s talent in cultivation was indeed ordinary. He could not compare to his cousin, Qin Hua’an, who had relied on his own strength to obtain the Little Sacred Token.

The young man in front of him, An Le, also crushed him, Qin Qianqiu.

The frustration brought about by this kind of cultivation genius made Qin Qianqiu feel inexplicably angry.

Wang Qinhe stood on the roof of the car, the Dragon Spine Saber at his waist emitting a cold light. He did not speak for a long time, and the relaxed expression he had at the beginning had long disappeared.

The battle where An Le killed the coachman made him vigilant, and the trump card he displayed terrified him even more.

“His Spirit Refinement is not at Shedding Mortality, but it can control the sword in the air and even pose a huge threat to the Body Tempering Inner

Core… ”

“This technique reminds me of the description of the sword technique left behind by the Sacred Teacher in the Little Sacred Token.” Wang Qinhe said solemnly.

“But he only obtained the Little Sacred Token yesterday, and he has already comprehended the secret technique in the Little Sacred Token today… What kind of talent is this?!”

Wang Qinhe thought about it carefully and could not help but feel a chill in his body and mind.

Was this the terrifying talent of obtaining the Little Sacred Token by himself?!

Wang Qinhe had been comprehending the saber technique in the Little Sacred Token, but he had only comprehended a little.

Perhaps soon, An Le would be able to challenge him and easily defeat him.

Such a genius was growing too quickly!

Qin Qianqiu looked at Wang Qinhe beside him and could feel the violent fluctuations in his emotions. He frowned slightly. “Brother Wang… do we need to get rid of this young man in advance?”

Wang Qinhe’s emotions fluctuated. He closed his eyes to calm himself down. He opened them again and said seriously, “There’s no need.”

“I look forward to him challenging me.”

A look of surprise appeared on Qin Qianqiu’s face. “Aren’t you worried that he will defeat you when he grows up? If he defeats you, he will climb up the rankings.”

Wang Qinhe took down the Dragon Spine Saber and rubbed the blade that was covered in dragon scales with his palm. He said softly, “Stress is the motivation for me to continue improving. Isn’t this the meaning of the Little Sacred Ranking?”

“Those who can obtain the Little Sacred Token are definitely not ordinary. Even if they obtained it with the help of the family’s resources, if their talent is not recognized, the Mountain Lords will not bestow the Little Sacred Token.” “Those who obtain the Little Sacred Token are all mediocre!”

“This kind of genius who doesn’t rely on any family resources and enters the Little Sacred Ranking alone…”

“If I can defeat him openly, my cultivation will definitely be greatly refined. My Martial Dao path will be smooth sailing.”

Wang Qinhe’s eyes flickered with fighting spirit. His palm suddenly swept across the blade, and a low dragon roar seemed to explode on the night street.

Qin Qianqiu’s face was full of confusion and disdain. In his opinion, it was best to get rid of threatening enemies as soon as possible. It was useless to talk about morality in the martial world. It was even more ridiculous to sympathize with geniuses.

Wang Qinhe was like this, and so was his talented cousin.

Qin Qianqiu narrowed his eyes. For the first time, he looked at this young man who had rejected his recruitment seriously because the young man gradually made him feel threatened.

In the distance, An Le was dressed in white. Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword floated beside him. As if sensing the gaze coming from the wind, he turned his head and looked over, his mental power drifting with the wind.

He saw Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe standing on the roof of the carriage.

When Wang Qinhe saw An Le looking over, he grinned. His mental power boiled in his Niwan Palace, and saber qi immediately erupted from the Dragon Spine Saber, dazzling in the night.

The Dragon Spine Saber left his hand and was like a long dragon. He controlled it with his saber control technique and charged out from the long street, carrying saber qi as it charged at An Le.

“I’m Wang Qinhe of the Little Sacred Ranking. Hello there.”

Wang Qinhe stood on the roof of the carriage and laughed.

The Dragon Spine Saber slashed over with saber qi. It was not mixed with any killing intent, and its target was not An Le, but the ground beside him.

This slash was only to establish his might.

An Le watched calmly as the Ink Pool Sword and Green Mountain floating around him moved slightly.

However, a hand brazenly stretched out and grabbed the Dragon Spine Saber. The majestic and boiling saber qi on it was directly obliterated, and the mental power attached to the saber was severed.

In the distance, Wang Qinhe’s face darkened. ‘My saber!’

The saber qi stirred up waves and whistled. Luo Qingchen faced Zhu Shan’s corpse expressionlessly, his heart filled with guilt.

He did not even look up and only reached out to grab the Dragon Spine.

Holding the saber, he slowly turned around.

He glanced at An Le. “Although you killed Zhu Shan, I don’t blame you. However, your sword is stained with Zhu Shan’s blood after all. I won’t forget it. When you reach the fifth realm one day, I’ll definitely come and find you openly and fight to the death.”

“Of course, if there’s still a chance.

When An Le heard this, Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword landed. He placed the swords on his waist and said calmly, “I’ll wait for you.”

Luo Qingchen smiled bitterly. “From the moment I accepted Prime Minister Qin’s Eastern Sea Heart Cleansing Pearl to wash away the dust in my Dao heart, my future was lost. In the eyes of many people, I can no longer be called a genius.”

“The dust washed away by external objects can’t be washed clean in the end, leaving only a stinky smell.”

Luo Qingchen sighed and looked up. The cold moonlight shone on his face that was gradually climbing up the years.

He was no longer the high-spirited young prodigy from Qingzhou.

His gaze was fixed on Qin Qianqiu.

“Young Master Qin, Luo Qingchen has been working for your family all these years. It can be considered repayment.”

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“Then I, Luo Qingchen, will sever my Dao heart today and no longer seek the Great Dao. It doesn’t matter if I win or lose. I just want to feel relief.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Qingchen raised his hand and a wisp of sword qi gushed out, pouring into his glabella.

At this moment, everyone on the long street seemed to hear the sound of something shattering.

His Dao heart was illusory, but Luo Qingchen slashed it with his sword.

No one knew if he had severed it or not.

If Luo Qingchen said that he would, it would happen. No one doubted him.

“Since the debt has been repaid, let’s talk about the other issue.”

Luo Qingchen’s face was pale, but he was relaxed.

His hair and Confucian robes fluttered in the wind. He slowly took a step forward, and his figure went from walking to running. In the end, he moved like lightning behind the clouds and threw out the Dragon Spine Saber. Like a tidal wave in the dark night, he slashed at Qin Qianqiu with killing intent.

He swung his saber at the high and mighty young master of the Qin Residence who had forced his coachman to death.

The coachman was a small figure. In the eyes of the benefactors, his life was light as a feather.

However, in the hearts of people, the lives of small figures could also be heavier than mountains!

An Le’s debt had to be settled.

The debt of Qin Qianqiu, who forced him, threatened him, and forced his coachman to death, had to be settled too!