Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint Chapter 1418 - 251: Supreme Martial Champion, Imperial Besto

Jiang Li traced the patterns on the plaque, his eyes entranced.

"Brother, when do you think we’ll return to Luoshui County and hang this plaque in our ho!"

"Wait a little longer, until the world is completely at peace, until a golden age arrives!" Jiang Ning replied.

"How long will that take?" Jiang Li’s attention remained fixed on the Champion plaque before him.

"Perhaps very soon!" In Jiang Ning’s mind appeared that figure, cloaked in white light.

Knowing the path he embarked on, the closer he gets to that figure, the greater challenges he’ll face.

But he also understood he must keep moving forward.

As long as he grows fast enough, beyond everyone’s expectations, all crises will resolve themselves.

"Next step, just need to endure! Endure until the day I am invincible in this world!" A thought flashed in his mind.

After Ji Mingya’s candid words, he understood that the crisis he faces may not be the upcoming chaotic world, but a more intense resistance.

In this world, no one wants another sky above their heads.

The Martial Saint, invincible for over eight hundred years, had pressed down on the world for over eight hundred years.

Those under this pressure have long been suffocating, he now understands.

No one desires another eight hundred years.

But he also comprehends.

Except for himself, no one truly believes he can follow in the Martial Saint’s footsteps.

Over the eight hundred years, countless prodigies have erged, countless strong have shone like bright moons illuminating the night sky, standing out.

But no matter how bright the moon, it cannot beco the sun that shines through the ages.

Others are like this, and so is he.

In this world, there are many strong who are close to that sun.

Xiao Wuque, as the Martial Saint’s closed-door disciple, is one such figure.

But even with Xiao Wuque’s strength, there are many above him.

The crisis Ji Mingya spoke of is just a potential one, worthy of his attention.

...

After lunch.

Jiang Ning returned to his courtyard, with a thought, the drunkenness within his body dissipated instantly.

Standing in the courtyard, he began to organize the current situation.

The Great Xia is in turmoil.

It’s not just the rebellion of the Yellow Heaven Sect.

During his ti in the Royal Capital, he witnessed Fu Yuan Saint causing havoc, forcing the Martial Saint to appear.

In the morning, he saw that Emperor Ning was already at the end of his life.

There were those in the shadows intending to reveal Emperor Ning’s true appearance to the world.

All these events made him sense the undercurrents beneath the calm Royal Capital.

It is like a powder keg.

Once Emperor Ning passes, with the Crown Prince yet undecided, the subsequent battle for the throne will trigger great chaos.

Amidst internal strife and external threats, the situation is bound to deteriorate.

Should the Martial Saint encounter any problems, the Great Xia Dynasty, flourishing for over eight hundred years, might collapse.

But he understands, for him right now, as bad as the situation gets, as a Second Grade Great Grandmaster, he can still protect himself.

Unless he actively involves himself in the power struggles of major forces.

Like the two State Patrol Envoys who perished so days ago.

So the effects of the situation are not enough to threaten him.

And his family is currently residing in the National Master Mansion.

The National Master Mansion is the safest place in the entire Royal Capital.

However, recalling Ji Mingya’s previous words, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

No one wants another sky weighing down on them.

He fully understands and acknowledges this viewpoint.

The more he learns, the more he comprehends the terrifying nature of the Martial Saint.

Like a sky, pressing upon all, forcing many strong to choose seclusion.

Thus, no one wishes to see the rise of another such figure.

With furrowed brows, he fell into deep thought.

Then.

He glanced down at himself.

Deciding to take off his upper garnt, he walked to the pool’s edge.

The pool’s surface mirrored the perfect physique.

Well-defined muscles, a slim waist, without any blemishes.

As he lightly clenched his fist, the muscles in his arm visibly moved.

"A perfect physique, close to Innate, huh?" he murmured to himself.

Again, he clenched his fist, his sinews guiding the slight bulging of muscles throughout his body, filled with a sense of aesthetic power.

Each muscle line seed ticulously crafted.

"For now, the plan is to quickly enhance my strength!"

"Even if I don’t participate in this Martial Arts Examination, or sound the Kui Niu Drum, I believe it won’t be long before they realize I’m a Second Grade Great Grandmaster."

"Each breath aligns with Heaven and Earth’s rhythm, and my spirit resonates with the world, making it hard to conceal; being discovered is only a matter of ti."

He silently mused, unregretful of today’s choice.

Seizing the Champion title and becoming Changning’s Martial Champion of eighty-three years was what he always intended to do.

And standing in the light, watched by the world, does not seem a bad thing to him.

After all, his actual strength far surpasses simple Martial Arts Realm assessnts.

Repeating the Break Limit with the Vajra Immortal Body, endows him with the Golden Body trait.

He isn’t sure how strong his fleshly defense truly is now.

But he can feel it’s extraordinary.

As even when provoking the Kui Niu Drum in the morning to attract heavenly thunder for Body Refining, the effect was limited; the crucial point was that heavenly thunder across his body only brought a tingle, unable to harm him in the slightest.

With such a robust physique, if he were to employ the Vajra Immortal Body divine skills.

Relying on his bodily might alone, he feels capable of rivaling a First Grade Martial Arts strongman.

As for the previous Zhi Xuan Mountain master, the titled Great Grandmaster.

He feels that relying rely on physical strength, he could easily crush him.

Should he adopt other ans, coupled with the small success stage of the Taixu Yin Yang Sword, his movent technique ghostly and elusive, enabling space traversal.

Entering water, he can activate divine skills to swiftly flee a hundred miles away in an instant.

Reflecting on his mastered abilities, confidence swelled within him.

Conventional crises, even those capable of slaying a Peak of First Grade Martial Arts, couldn’t easily harm him.

Whether in direct confrontation or in escape, he exceeds ordinary martial artists now.

His family currently resides in the National Master Mansion, protected by Su Qingying.

Which leaves him without worries.

"In this world, I’ll see who dares not accept !"

Gazing at his reflection in the pool, his eyes flashed with golden light.

In the next instant.

He stood by the pool, glancing at the panel.

[Skill]: Spirit Platform Illumination True Self Technique (small success 1122/5000)

"Less than four thousand more experience points, and I can fuse the True Spirit imprint, advancing further."

"At that ti, based on levels, I should beco a titled Great Grandmaster!"

Looking at his panel, thoughts raced through his mind.

"I’m close! My spiritual intensity has already surpassed ordinary Second Grade Great Grandmasters, the progress in practicing the Spirit Platform Illumination True Self Technique is rapid, not requiring slow and gradual accumulation of growth."

He muttered to himself.

Then, a flash of golden light appeared in his hand.

Previously, the small porcelain bottle of Dragon Hibernation Spiritual Liquid gifted by Ji Minghao appeared in his hand.

"This can triple my cultivation speed!"

He opened the porcelain bottle containing the Dragon Hibernation Spiritual Liquid.

A low dragon’s chant sounded from the bottle.

The spiritual liquid within turned into mist, the mist transford into a dragon shape, with a dragon tumbling inside the bottle.

Then, he inhaled deeply through his nose towards the porcelain bottle.

A dragon-shaped entity ford from mist soared out of the porcelain bottle, into his nose.

He imdiately closed his eyes, with a thought, ti and space instantly changed, and the world turned upside down.

When he opened his eyes again, he stood on a desolate land devoid of greenery, under a high-rising sun, surrounded by visibly divided, surging white mists.

Returning once more to the inner realm, he closed his eyes again.

Recalling the core philosophy of the Spirit Platform Illumination True Self Technique.

All is illusion, only I am true, only I am eternal.

This cultivation thod, when practiced to perfection, becos one with the True Spirit.

Completely integrating the True Spirit imprint with oneself, gaining thorough mastery over the self, mastering the true self.

Thoughts swiftly flashed through his mind, then he entirely entered a tranquil state.