Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

A full thirty minutes passed.

He finally felt that his body had mostly recovered.

"Almost ready!" He leaped out of the lake, not a drop of water clinging to him.

Then, with a step, he soared upward like a great roc, instantly ascending into the azure skies.

To Guangning City!

He instantly locked onto the direction of Guangning City, his physical form breaking through the air, speed continuously increasing, faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye.

His speed easily broke the sound barrier, reaching the kind of velocity Shen Wenyan once achieved when breaking through the air.

But his display was entirely different from Shen Wenyan's.

Shen Wenyan's speed surpassed the speed of sound, his body breaking the sound barrier, the wave of air he sent forth roaring like ocean waves.

Yet now, his speed had also reached this level.

When breaking through the air, his body remained quiet, without a grand commotion.

...

An hour later.

Jiang Ning descended in front of Guangning City, exhaling slightly.

Traveling by breaking through the air, even for him now, felt excessively consuming.

Along the way, he paused for a moment to replenish his body's expenditures.

"Back then, did Shen Wenyan manage to come from Guangning City to Baisha County in one go?" The thought crossed his mind.

If Shen Wenyan could achieve that, he would hold Shen Wenyan in even higher regard.

Then.

His form flickered, arriving at the city gate.

The city gate wide enough for eight carriages to pass abreast was bustling at this hour.

Merchants and travelers came and went ceaselessly.

Jiang Ning paid a simple entry fee and entered the city.

All along, his figure was swift, like a breeze passing by, speeding down the city's main road where eight carriages could travel side by side.

...

Elsewhere.

Wanhua Building.

"Miss! Here is the latest news about Lord Jiang!" A maid in a yellow dress approached Xia Wanqin respectfully, handing over a summary of information.

Xia Wanqin took the summary handed by her maid, her eyes scanning over it, and her expression turned surprised.

"Has he already reached the level of a top-tier Grandmaster?"

"Yes, Miss, according to the latest intelligence, Lord Jiang has indeed stepped into the ranks of a top-tier Grandmaster, with strength only increasing!" the maid replied respectfully.

"How is this possible?" Xia Wanqin murmured, her eyes flickering: "At his age, how could he already step into the ranks of a top-tier Grandmaster? Could it be that he has been deceiving the world all along, practicing Martial Arts since he was in the womb?"

Hearing this, the maid didn't respond.

She understood that her mistress wasn't truly asking her but was expressing amazement at Jiang Ning's current strength.

" I heard he left a commission in the building earlier, how is the progress on that commission?" Xia Wanqin asked again.

"Lord Jiang asked us to collect the Twenty-four Solar Terms Fragments for him, and we have successfully gathered six fragments he needs," the maid replied.

"Twenty-four Solar Terms Fragments? It seems he intends to comprehend the supreme True Intent of the cycle of the four seasons." Xia Wanqin spoke, her eyes flickering.

"Miss, I think so too! Lord Jiang's Blood Exchange technique consists of nine cycles, so he must lack enough True Intent to complete the subsequent exchanges," the maid said.

"Nine Blood Transfusions; if he succeeds, he'd become a Martial Arts Mythology of our time, one of the most likely to achieve Martial Saint status." Xia Wanqin said, her expression one of awe.

"Do you think he can make it?" Xia Wanqin asked the maid again.

"Miss, I believe the likelihood is very low! Many geniuses exist in the world, but Martial Arts Mythology is occasionally lacking; it can't be that easy." The maid replied.

Xia Wanqin's eyes showed a pensive look.