16 Heart Sword Jade Guanyin, Fierce Tiger in the Young Man's Chest

Ever since the carriage stopped, it had been standing quietly in the spring rain. There was no movement. The coachman on the shaft seemed to have stopped breathing and did not disturb the man in the carriage at all.

Even though the high and mighty man in the carriage used his powerful cultivation and unparalleled mind to suppress this young man who was filled with anticipation and had just stepped into the cultivation world, the coachman was indifferent and unmoved.

However, when a corner of the curtain of the carriage was suddenly cut off, the corner of the thin curtain fell on the carriage. It was slapped to the ground by the rain and swirled by the water in the gap. The coachman's pupils suddenly constricted.

A chill made the coachman, whose Qi Blood was as hot as a furnace, feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Even his powerful Qi Blood could not resist this chill at all.

Then, the coachman suddenly raised his head. The face under the bamboo hat was mercilessly slapped by the spring rain. The shock in his eyes reflected the sword qi that came from the depths of Jing Street and plucked 3,000 droplets of spring rain.

It was like a silver waterfall flowing down.

The coachman did not dare to move. The powerful Qi Blood nurtured in every inch of his meridians froze at this moment. It could not even flow.

Every sword qi formed by the spring rain contained enough sharpness and power to pierce through him!

This was an unparalleled technique displayed by a Spirit Refinement expert who could travel the nine heavens with spring lightning in her hand and split open the dark clouds of the sunset rain!

Slap!

A wisp of Spring Rain Sword Qi lightly swept past his raised face.

The bamboo hat instantly split into two and exploded to the sides. One could vaguely see that the coachman's body was trembling imperceptibly. Every inch of his skin was covered in goosebumps and coldness.

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In the distance.

An Le, who was trying his best to resist the pressure of the man in the carriage, felt the pressure and restraint on his body dissipate when the first spring rain carried the sword qi over.

Like a mountain shifting, An Le's chest, which was soaked by the rain, heaved up and down slightly. However, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and there was a hint of unwillingness and fierceness in them.

He was 18 years old this year, but he was standing like a nobody.

In front of a true cultivator, he was too weak. The self-satisfaction of stepping into cultivation dissipated at this moment.

The pressure today almost caused his Dao heart to be covered in dust, but it aroused the hidden anger and fighting spirit in An Le's heart.

He wanted to walk higher and further on the path of cultivation step by step.

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In the carriage.

For the first time, Mr. Luo's expression changed. Looking at the sword qi formed by the 3,000 droplets of spring rain that swept over like a waterfall, his heart was enveloped in an invisible haze. He restrained the aura on his body and returned his mind to the carriage.

A wisp of sword qi split the coachman's bamboo hat and minced the curtain of the carriage as it floated towards the carriage.

In the carriage, a man sat upright. In front of him was a small sword that was still stained with blood. The small sword kept humming and resounding from Jing Street, shattering the spring rain around the carriage!

The man pursed his thin lips and finally extended his palm, colliding the floating small sword with the wisp of sword qi.

The sword qi dissipated, and the man's small sword also lost its divine light and fell back into the man's arms.

The man tried his best, but he could only negate a wisp of sword qi from the other party!

There were still thousands of such sword qi!

The sky in the alley was covered, and 3,000 droplets of spring rain turned into sword waterfalls!

"Lin family's Hua Jiebing, Heart Sword Jade Guanyin…"

The man murmured.

The next moment, he finally couldn't take it anymore. Facing the sword waterfall that covered the sky above Jing Street, he couldn't remain calm and indifferent.

The roof of the luxurious carriage suddenly exploded, and the man's figure floated up from it. However, 3,000 droplets of spring raindrops poured over, as if they had turned into a shocking storm that burned black clouds and silver threads!

The man's body suddenly fell back into the carriage. His expression was ashen.

3,000 droplets of spring rain fell.

Every drop of rain was like a sword falling from the sky. The white rain fell on the walls of the carriage like chess pieces. The walls of the carriage shattered inch by inch and landed on the table in the carriage. The table turned into dust.

However, when the knife-like spring rain fell on the man's face, it was really like oil and spring rain. It was not sharp at all and even carried a gentleness that nourished everything.

However, Mr. Luo, who was sitting on the ground amidst the rain, understood that the other party did not kill him, but planted a seed of fear in his heart.

The 3,000 droplets of spring rain watered this fear seed and slowly took root.

The coachman was still sitting on the shaft of the carriage, but the carriage behind him was shattered into pieces. Only Mr. Luo, who was in an extremely sorry state, was sitting on the ground, mixed with mud.

Mr. Luo slowly raised his head and looked at An Le.

He did not expect that the Lin Residence's Hua Jiebing… would make such a big move for this youth.

He oppressed the young man, wanting to make him bend his waist.

Hua Jiebing used the spring rain to transform into a sword and planted the seed of fear in his heart.

This young man had only drawn a painting for Hua Jiebing. Was there a need to be so… doting and protective?!

Mr. Luo's body trembled slightly and his throat choked. He had the urge to cry, but he quickly adjusted his mind and got up from the ground in a sorry state. He looked at An Le with a complicated expression.

Then, he looked in the direction of the Lin Residence and cupped his fists. He bowed deeply like a student bowing to a teacher. "Madam, calm down. I went overboard."

"It's understandable that you're testing the Lin Residence when you're working for Qin Qianqiu, but bullying a young man who has just stepped into cultivation is a joke even for you. Is this what the Academy taught you? Such shameless actions?"

"Get lost."

An ethereal voice suddenly sounded and lingered in the streets.

Mr. Luo cupped his fists and looked at An Le with a warm smile. "Little brother, I've offended you. I wanted to test your limits, but I didn't expect to make Madam unhappy. I hope you won't take it to heart. I'll definitely visit you personally to apologize for the mess today."

An Le looked coldly at the man who was apologizing with a warm smile as if everything that had forced him to bend his back was just a joke.

This apology was insincere.

An Le took a deep breath and a smile appeared on his face. He cupped his fists and bowed to Mr. Luo.

"Brother Luo, right? It's fine. Today, Brother Luo has let me see a true battle between cultivators and understand that there's always someone better. I'll definitely cultivate seriously and learn from Madam Hua. I hope that I can ask Brother Luo for guidance in the future and let Brother Luo… enjoy himself."

Mr. Luo's warm smile froze. What a fearless young man.

"Alright, I'll wait for you at any time."

The two of them were full of smiles like flowers as if they were good friends.

However, under their smiles, there were hidden thoughts.

An Le smiled brightly and took two wisps of Age Qi from Mr. Luo.

Although Mr. Luo's cultivation level was very strong, An Le did not feel like he was unable to continue absorbing the Age Qi as he did with Madam Hua.

After receiving two wisps of Age Qi, An Le's smile faded a little. He turned to look at the coachman in the distance and nodded in greeting. At the same time, he absorbed two wisps of Age Qi in a row, not letting any of them off.

Clap, clap, clap!

There was the sound of someone stepping on the water. At the entrance of Jing Street in the distance, constables in official uniforms came in line with knives at their waists.

"Mr. Luo."

When the constables arrived, they cupped their fists at Mr. Luo.

"Capture the two thugs who attacked the Provincial Scholar of the empire. Question the mastermind behind this and avenge my Little Brother An." Mr. Luo said calmly.

"Yes sir!"

The constable in the lead shouted. Then, the constables drew their sabers and swarmed forward, detaining the three pugilistic thugs who had long been frightened silly by the might of the battle between the divine cultivators.

An Le calmly looked at the constables who were already prepared and did not say anything.

He nodded at Mr. Luo, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, and shook off the blood on it. He opened the umbrella and blocked the spring rain before turning around and walking towards the Lin Residence.

Mr. Luo stood quietly in the rain. The rainwater on his body had long evaporated, and his white clothes had returned to being spotless. He looked at An Le's back as he left with an umbrella and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He could feel that there was a fierce tiger in the young man's chest, and the spirit in his heart was like a furnace.

But so what?

So what if he was angry, hateful, and indignant?

The difference between Luo Qingchen and the young man was like the difference between the stars in the sky and the dust on the ground.

Moreover, the young man had been enlightened so late. His foundation had long been set. If he missed the opportunity to build his foundation, it would definitely be difficult for him to advance in the future. That was why he had a fierce tiger in his chest, but the young man did not have the capital to unleash a fierce tiger.

With a faint smile, Mr. Luo turned around and walked in another direction outside Jing Street.

"Mr. Luo, what do we do with these thugs?"

The Black Office constable asked Mr. Luo about his background respectfully.

However, Mr. Luo was not in the mood to respond.

The coachman walked over with his horse. His face was expressionless, and his voice was hoarse. "Attacking a Provincial Scholar and attacking a cultivator is punishable by death."

The constable instantly understood.

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After passing through the stone tablet and jade shop that made the influential people revere him, An Le arrived at the entrance of the Lin Residence. He calmed himself down, closed the oil-paper umbrella, shook off the water stains, and knocked on the bronze door knocker.

This time, An Le was very grateful for Madam Hua's help. He naturally went to thank Madam Hua personally.

The vermilion door opened and Lin Zhuifeng's heroic face came into view.

When Lin Zhuifeng saw the drenched An Le at the door, a fierce look flashed across her eyes. Those people who tried to probe the Lin Residence were getting more and more overboard.

She also knew about An Le's situation. The moment Madam Hua made a move, Lin Zhuifeng sensed it and learned the truth from Madam Hua. Hence, Lin Zhuifeng's eyes were filled with resentment. She looked at An Le who had been implicated and felt apologetic.

"Young Master An, please come in. First Madam is waiting for you at the Water Pavilion."