After all, the Blood King Gu is even more energy-rich than the Relic.
On the third day.
...
On the fourth day.
...
Ning Qi went daily to listen to stories, and many people gradually beca familiar with this regular from out of town.
"Liu, you’re here again!" soone greeted him, using Ning Qi’s alias.
Ning Qi smiled and nodded.
On this day.
Ning Qi finally heard sothing different.
"Our small town is the hotown of the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint. He grew up here in his youth and returned in his later years. So people once caught a fleeting glimpse of him, but the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint was unbelievably old..."
This was sothing Ye Qinghe ntioned before.
It seems Ye Qinghe also stayed here for a few days.
Ning Qi was very patient.
He continued listening.
This information felt significantly more authentic, as if one could see the desolation of the Martial Saint.
Thus.
Ti passed.
Ning Qi had already stayed here for nearly a month, which was the longest he had ever spent outside True Martial Mountain since he was born.
The reason he stayed so long.
Firstly, to see if there was more news about the Martial Saint.
Secondly, for the Blood King Gu.
Although he previously learned from the Skinny Elder that there was no resonance or tracking mark on the Blood King Gu, to be safe, Ning Qi still planned to remove it outside of True Martial Mountain to avoid leaving any hidden dangers there.
Three days ago.
Ning Qi had already devised a Pill Formula using the Blood King Gu as the main ingredient, which he called the Blood Jade Pill.
He sent a ssage asking Luo Wentian to send the remaining auxiliary materials down the mountain.
By then.
Only after refining the Blood Jade Pill at the foot of the mountain would he return. This way, even if the Southern Border Alliance truly had a Secret Technique to track the Blood King Gu, it wouldn’t lead to True Martial Mountain.
Ning Qi looked up at the torrential rain outside the window, sighing softly:
"Perhaps Old Mr. Sun only knows this much."
The Blood Jade Pill Formula was complete. He planned to leave in a few days when the materials were delivered to the designated location.
Although staying here didn’t hinder his cultivation, he was still more accustod to True Martial Mountain, and there were many Taoist Scriptures waiting for him there.
Ning Qi took an umbrella and went out.
The streets were almost deserted.
Upon reaching the storytelling wooden shed,
it was completely empty.
Only the blind old man remained.
In today’s heavy rain, no matter how addicted one was to listening, they wouldn’t co. Originally, Ning Qi thought Old Mr. Sun wouldn’t co either, but he surprisingly did.
And Old Mr. Sun clearly didn’t expect Ning Qi to co either.
"Oh, it’s you, Liu..."
The old man sighed with a smile, routinely starting his storytelling. This was a habit he had ford over the years.
Ning Qi listened quietly, relaxing his mind.
During this nearly month-long period, he had heard much of the content more than once. Gradually, he ca to see this period as a special experience, perhaps sothing he might think back on fondly one day.
He would leave in a few days.
He didn’t have many other thoughts.
The storm poured down on the wooden shed, the elder telling a story and the younger listening, creating an indescribable Intent Realm.
After a long ti.
Old Mr. Sun finally stopped. He glanced at the rain outside, as if he could truly see it.
"Young man, how long have you been here?" he suddenly asked, not addressing Ning Qi as ’Liu.’
Ning Qi, too, looked outside the shed, calmly saying:
"Almost a month now."
"A month, how many months can one have in life? Go back early. It’s not worth wasting so much ti here with an old blind man like ."
Ning Qi smiled:
"It’s quite nice here. I think this month has been very aningful."
This was the truth. This month had subtly transford his state of mind, a feeling entirely different from his experiences at True Martial Mountain.
Silence again.
After a mont, Old Mr. Sun’s ethereal voice slowly erged:
"Perhaps the story of the Martial Saint should have ended long ago. In a while, I, too, should leave."
He had noticed Ning Qi’s particular interest in the Martial Saint’s story.
Ning Qi was taken aback:
"Where do you plan to go?"
The blind old man gazed distantly:
"The world is my ho."
He started packing his storytelling tools, his voice seemingly magical:
"It’s best not to delve too deeply into matters of the Martial Saint’s level. Too much curiosity isn’t always good."
Ning Qi fell silent, asking:
"Old sir, did soone really see the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint return in his later years?"
The blind old man chuckled:
"Perhaps. Who can tell truth from lies? No one knows about the Martial Saint’s affairs. Perhaps calamity befell them in their old age, or they tried to convey sothing that couldn’t be conveyed."
The unfocused eyes suddenly lifted, striking a chilling sensation in Ning Qi’s heart.
The blind old man floated away.
The downpour was torrential, yet he held no umbrella, and the rain never touched him. Occasionally, passersby who witnessed this showed no surprise, as if they hadn’t seen it at all.
Ning Qi stood alone in the wooden shed.
"Calamity? Ominous?"
He sensed he was touching upon the secrets of the Martial Saint.
After a long ti.
Ning Qi exhaled deeply.
"The boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge."
Although he didn’t yet understand what secrets were hidden beyond this realm, he at least was ntally prepared.
What remained,
would have to wait until he reached the level of Martial Saint to explore thoroughly.
Ning Qi thought this could be approached once he broke through to the Celestial Human Realm, and he wasn’t too far from this step.
Once he finished refining the Blood Jade Pill, Ning Qi could accelerate his advancent to the Primordial Core.
And after that, the Celestial Human Realm.
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