Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Bai Mansion's backyard.

"Brother Jiang!" Bai Luoyu, dressed in loose casual attire, greeted him face to face.

"Brother Bai!" Jiang Ning also showed a smile.

"I knew Brother Jiang would accept the invitation and come!" Bai Luoyu looked pleased.

"Since Brother Bai invited me, how could I not come?" Jiang Ning smiled.

Under Bai Luoyu's guidance, the two sat down on the wicker chairs.

The maid quickly served them a pot of hot tea.

"I wonder what the good thing Brother Bai mentioned yesterday is!" Jiang Ning chose to be direct.

Xiao Emei's message informed him that Xiao Qiushui might step into the Third Grade, achieving the status of a Heavenly Human Grandmaster.

With this hidden danger, he doesn't have much leisure to drag things out here.

"Brother Jiang, you sure are impatient!" Bai Luoyu chuckled, not minding at all.

He then stood up, "Brother Jiang, wait here, I'll bring it out from inside!"

Jiang Ning then picked up the tea, skimming off the foam on the surface, taking a gentle sip, quietly waiting for Bai Luoyu's return.

What could the good thing be?

A thought flashed through his mind.

A moment later.

He saw Bai Luoyu emerge from the house, holding a dark brown wooden box.

He recognized this wooden box.

It was made from thousand-year-old Purple Gold Wood.

This type of wood is resistant to moisture, insects, and corrosion.

Weight for weight, it's worth more than gold.

Generally, only immensely wealthy families would use such a thousand-year-old Purple Gold Wood box to store precious items.

Bai Luoyu came to Jiang Ning and placed the dark brown wooden box in front of him.

"Brother Jiang, please take a look!"

As he spoke, he opened the wooden box.

Jiang Ning instantly saw a turtle shell inside, wrapped in yellow silk, the broken shell approximately a quarter of the whole.

The broken turtle shell was covered in crooked, densely packed tiny characters.

His gaze instantly focused slightly.

Bai Luoyu took the broken turtle shell from the wooden box and placed it in front of Jiang Ning.

"Brother Jiang, this broken turtle shell, as identified, is extraordinary. It's at least ten thousand years old, with little trace of time left on it."

"The characters on it are deeply mysterious, like reading a celestial script, completely indecipherable!"

"But my intuition tells me these characters must be extraordinary."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning nodded slightly.

Expressing his agreement.

As long as the identification was correct.

Something that could withstand over ten thousand years of time must indeed be a truly good item.

Ten thousand years is an unimaginably vast expanse of time.

Especially from the perspective of ordinary mortals, it's unimaginably distant.

In the previous era, that was the rise and fall of civilizations.

The rise and fall of empires, even if such an empire shone brilliantly like the midday sun.

But after ten thousand years, it could only become a few brief words in records, perhaps not even traces of its existence remaining in the world.

Over such time, metal would decay, let alone a broken turtle shell.

Yet this broken turtle shell remained intact, its inscribed characters still as clear as ever.

It seemed that over ten thousand years left no mark upon it.

Holding up the broken turtle shell, examining it closely, his gaze fell onto the characters, feeling a profound sense of wonder, his head slightly dizzy.

This indicated that the information recorded in those characters was too profound, completely beyond his understanding and capacity.

"Brother Bai is right, this is indeed a good thing!"

He stroked the broken turtle shell, closing his eyes slightly, feeling the texture with his touch, remarking with great admiration.

"Yes, it's obviously a good thing, but alas, we cannot bear its blessing!" Bai Luoyu shook his head with a light sigh, a tone of regret.

Jiang Ning nodded, "Naturally! If we could understand, this wouldn't have been passed down to auction!"

"Indeed!" Bai Luoyu nodded immediately upon hearing this, his heart coming to terms.

At this moment.

Jiang Ning opened his eyes again, his gaze focusing.

His spiritual power activating, eyes narrowing slightly, gaze focusing on the characters of the broken turtle shell.

In an instant.

His mind was engulfed in a roar.

At that moment, he seemed to see countless golden lotuses blooming wide open.

The scent of infinite fragrance reached his nose, along with various bizarre, indescribable scenes.

He slightly raised his head, immediately regaining his senses.

"Brother Jiang!"

"Brother Jiang!!"

Bai Luoyu's voice called from afar, drawing nearer.

He touched his nose, feeling a coolness on his fingertip.

Looking down, he saw his fingers stained with fresh blood.

"I have a nosebleed?" Jiang Ning asked.

"Yes!" Bai Luoyu nodded, his expression serious, mind shocked.

Jiang Ning's symptoms showed he perceived more from the broken turtle shell than Bai Luoyu did.

Previously at the auction at the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion.

The host mentioned that the broken turtle shell might contain extremely ancient texts.

That was one of the evidence of this shell's ten-thousand-year history.

Previously a Daoist True Monarch attempted to decipher it but suffered backlash from witnessing overwhelming information, bleeding from the seven orifices, languishing for days before recovering.

And now, Jiang Ning exhibited a similar backlash with a nosebleed.

Indicating Jiang Ning wasn't just seeing shadows, but genuinely saw part of the information.

And he suffered a noticeably lighter backlash compared to that Daoist True Monarch.

Because according to the account, that Daoist True Monarch bled from seven orifices and languished in spirits.

While Jiang Ning's mental state appeared much better, merely having a nosebleed.

"Could it be... Brother Jiang's spiritual power is actually that formidable? Surpassing that Daoist True Monarch?" Bai Luoyu could hardly believe it.