In the courtyard.
Jiang Ning had just stepped into his yard when he saw a girl in a simple white dress standing ahead.
The girl’s figure was slight, appearing quite frail.
Yet, in the midst of winter, she wore sumr attire, her long dress touching the ground, landing on the pristine snow.
"Master!" Su Qingying began.
"You ca at the right ti!" Jiang Ning smiled, then weighed the last package of snacks in his hand and said, "Pear Blossom Pastries!"
"Thank you, Master!" Su Qingying’s originally calm face suddenly displayed a faint smile.
She took the snacks Jiang Ning handed to her, then slightly raised her head to look at Jiang Ning.
The newly risen sunlight just happened to shine from behind Jiang Ning, under the morning sun’s backdrop, she saw Jiang Ning surrounded by a faint layer of golden light.
"Master... seems a bit different now!" Su Qingying said.
Jiang Ning nodded: "I received guidance from that person for several days, surely there would be so changes."
"Then how is the harvest, Master?" Su Qingying asked.
Jiang Ning nodded: "It has helped greatly, assisting in crossing a crucial step."
"That’s good!" Su Qingying’s mouth showed a faint smile.
Then she said, "During these days, I was worried that person might not be kind to Master, after all, I can see through Master’s true identity, perhaps that person can see it too."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning couldn’t help but smile faintly.
What true identity!
Only he knew his identity.
rely a traveler from another world!
Or one could say a past life and a present life!
By now, he had already understood his origin.
The True Spirit born in the river of ti, possessing mories of only two lifetis.
One lifeti as a past life, one lifeti as the present.
Not the reincarnation of Divine Venerable as Su Qingying thought.
Yet he was not in a hurry to deny this misunderstanding.
Because this identity significantly helped him nowadays.
Without this identity, the first eting, how could Su Qingying be both fearful and respectful of him.
How could the Black Lotus Saint Mother who descended be so respectful toward him.
A thought flashed in his mind.
He reached out to Su Qingying.
Looking at Jiang Ning’s outstretched hand, Su Qingying was puzzled for a mont, then squinted her eyes slightly.
Then tasted the Pear Blossom Pastries he held, already unwrapped.
Experiencing the flavor of the Pear Blossom Pastries spreading in her mouth, she curved her eyebrows slightly, her mouth showing a hint of smile.
"Alright!" Jiang Ning withdrew his hand from her hair: "The divinity remaining in you has decreased a lot. In ten days or half a month’s ti, it’ll almost be settled!"
"Master, does this an you won’t be going out during this ti?" Su Qingying asked.
"Hmm!" Jiang Ning nodded firmly: "From now on, I’ll close the door and not greet any guests, focusing solely on seclusion!"
"Good!" Su Qingying nodded, then said: "I’ll dismiss any visitors for you, Master!"
After that, she asked again: "Will you not see anyone?"
Jiang Ning nodded: "See no one!"
...
A mont later.
Su Qingying departed.
Jiang Ning also raised his hand and swept, instantly clearing a large piece of land in the snow-covered yard.
Then he raised his hand to punch ahead.
In an instant.
A great sun rose in the courtyard.
As the great sun slowly dissipated, the ground soaked by snow just before had beco incredibly dry now.
Aside from the three-zhang square space, the snow on the side remained completely unchanged.
"Indeed, my control over power has reached a higher level!"
Looking at the scene before him, he nodded with satisfaction.
With the condensation of the Divine Flower, he discovered it signified an all-round enhancent in his Divine Soul.
Thought processes increased, comprehension enhanced, deeper understanding of the world, sudden removal of a layer of mist from worldly rules, higher mastery of one’s power.
All these were indescribably wonderful.
Then, he closed his eyes on the spot.
Light blood above his head, then three flowers of red, gold, and silver quietly rose from the top of his head.
They stopped at three inches above his head.
Each flower had six petals, fist-sized.
Softly swaying, their qi circulated, mutually cycling, endlessly.
At this mont.
With the Essence, Qi, and Spirit three flowers gathered atop his head.
He instantly felt his qi-blood surging like a volcano, sensed True Yuan rising like a tide, ntal strength constantly climbing.
The next mont, he felt his body’s power had been sublimated, instantaneously stepping into a new level.
"Such strong secret technique!"
Feeling the stir within, he couldn’t help but express admiration in his heart.
Then.
With a thought, the Essence, Qi, and Spirit three flowers re-imrsed into his body.
He first saw the crimson Essence Flower sink into his organs.
Crimson light fell like spring rain, perating every limb, bone, organ.
Every ti the light rged, it seed countless tiny seeds of life blossod and grew deep within the flesh.
The Martial Arts Mythology body forged by Nine Blood Transfusions, already near Perfection, now under the nourishnt of crimson light, began a deeper "transformation."
Bones took on a jade-like luster, marrow flowed like rcury, emitting the surging sound of river and sea.
The fascia, resilient as Dragon Tendon stretched, its elasticity and strength sharply increased.
Beneath the skin, faintly circulated precious light, not outwardly visible, but life force manifested at its peak restraint.
This was no longer a simple "strength," but an "ascension" at the level of life’s origin, evolving towards a more perfect state.
Then he saw the Qi Flower in his Dantian.
The Qi Flower was incomparably mystical, with gold brilliance flowing throughout.
At this mont, as the golden petals swayed, the golden brilliance like a warm flow, rged into the Dantian Qi Sea.
The inner core, having undergone four Break Limits and already transford into pure gold, now seed alive, actively absorbing the golden brilliance.
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