Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Yang Lake.

Will this world fall into chaos?

Upon hearing Jiang Ning's question, Zhong Yue's expression involuntarily became dazed.

He instinctively wanted to say that the world is at peace!

But he knew he couldn't deceive himself, nor could he deceive Jiang Ning.

Anyone with some vision can see that people all across the world are already restless.

Even the long-dormant ghosts and monsters are starting to stir.

And yet, that Martial Saint has not shown any sign of appearing.

Everyone knows that the Martial Saint's time is nearing its end.

Once the Martial Saint, who has maintained peace in the world for over eight hundred years, passes away, the world would instantly explode like a powder keg, and within a day, wars would break out everywhere.

"As long as he lives, it will not fall into chaos!" Zhong Yue said.

"Then what is his current state? Does Zhong Mansion Envoy know?" Jiang Ning asked.

Zhong Yue shook his head: "I don't know! Probably only a handful of people in the world know his current state! But I imagine it can't be too good!"

As the words fell, the two fell into silence.

At this moment, Jiang Ning had many thoughts in his heart.

...

Luoshui Lake.

A shadow passed by, and a man dressed in a robe of black with a white lining appeared on the shore.

In front of him, the lake wind stirred up waves that surged turbulently.

The hem of the man's robe fluttered in the incoming lake wind, rustling loudly in the air.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his long hair was lifted by the wind.

"According to the information received, that Great Demon Bai Chi is in this lake, right!"

"The Human Emperor Sword does have an idea!!"

The man murmured.

Immediately, the index and middle fingers of his right hand joined together and were placed horizontally at his eyebrows.

In an instant.

The space between his eyebrows shone brightly.

He scanned the surroundings slowly and then couldn't help but smile.

"Found it!!"

The voice drifted away in the lake wind as the figure had already disappeared.

A moment later.

An unnamed island on Luoshui Lake.

A creature resembling a dragon or a flood dragon, spanning several dozen meters, lay coiled on the shallows basking in the sun.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside it.

In the next moment.

Bai Chi's eyes opened, revealing ice-blue vertical pupils the size of copper bells.

Upon seeing the figure beside it, its pupils suddenly shrank, and a strong feeling of fear inexplicably arose in its heart.

"Calm down!" The man said faintly.

As he spoke, the man raised his hand and gently brushed Bai Chi's head.

Bai Chi's eyes also slowly closed.

Within a few moments, Bai Chi fell into a deep sleep.

The man then approached Bai Chi's abdomen, placing his hand on the cold scales, and slowly closed his eyes.

A few moments later.

"It truly is the Human Emperor Sword!" he murmured, his eyes still slightly closed.

Then, he fell into silence.

The Human Emperor Sword has been lost for hundreds of years.

During such a long period, every generation of the Great Xia imperial family has searched for this sword.

Because this sword symbolizes legitimacy and the fortune of the Human Clan.

Obtaining this sword represents rightful inheritance.

In the current era, any prince who acquires this sword can resolve the issue of succession disputes.

Without any doubt, they would become the next heir to the throne.

Placing his hand on the cold scales, the man fell deep into thought.

For a long time.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"Let's keep it for now!"

As the words fell, the man disappeared from the place.

After a long time.

Bai Chi slowly opened its eyes, revealing ice-blue pupils.

It shook its head and glanced around before diving into the lake.

All that had happened seemed like nothing more than a dream in its mind.

...

Yang Lake.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Ling asked curiously, watching Jiang Ning move around on the deck.

"Practicing movement technique!" Jiang Ning replied.

In the unseen void, a prompt occasionally flashed.

[Wind and Thunder Steps Experience Value +1]

Every time he saw the flashing prompt, he felt comfortable all over.

Every bit of effort and every drop of sweat could yield feedback and results.

This feeling made him feel comfortable and even addicted.

"How can you practice movement technique on such a small deck? You can't fully display your skills!" Zhong Ling asked curiously.

"The heart holds the world, even in the smallest space there is boundless freedom!" Jiang Ning replied, casually making it up.

"Good! Well said!" At this moment, Zhong Yue came out from inside, and praised, "The heart holds the world, even in the smallest space there is boundless freedom! This line is so well said! With such insight, it's no wonder Lord Jiang could reach this step in such a short time!"

"I never thought Lord Jiang's understanding was so profound, reaching such a level of cognition."

Zhong Yue's unending praise made Jiang Ning feel slightly embarrassed.

"Zhong Mansion Envoy!" Jiang Ning stopped his movement technique and bowed to Zhong Yue.

"Lord Jiang, how about having a couple of drinks with me? I've already asked the servants to prepare; the Silver Carp of Yang Lake is indeed a delicacy!" Zhong Yue said.

"Then I shall gladly accept!" Jiang Ning replied with a smile.

Thus, the three of them headed indoors.

The tower ship stood about three meters high, with two layers excluding the cabin.

As the sun slowly set, the surging waves of Yang Lake reflected countless shimmering golden lights.

"Xuan, what does it mean, 'The heart holds the world, even in the smallest space there is boundless freedom'?" Zhong Ling asked quietly to Zhong Yue.

"It means nothing!" Zhong Yue used Sound Transmission into Secret Skill, continued, "Just went along with that kid's words and praised him twice, praising him doesn't cost me anything, and it makes him feel good, why not?"

Hearing the words in her ears, Zhong Ling suddenly felt a bit displeased.

"Xuan, could it be that your understanding is too low, and you didn't grasp the meaning behind the words!"

"Say what, little girl!" Zhong Yue glared at his granddaughter and directly flicked her forehead.

Zhong Ling immediately covered her head, showing a pitiful expression.