Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint Chapter 839 - 120: Authority Effects, Xiao Qiushui’s Grandma

Under the cover of night.

Jiang Ning silently appeared in his own courtyard.

After being away from ho for so long, he finally returned tonight.

The only thing that greeted him was the Dragon Carp leaping out of the lake.

Under the cold moonlight, the Dragon Carp leaping out of the lake seed to emit a golden-red glow.

Splash——

She fell onto the surface of the lake, and the splashing waves instantly shattered the mirror-like surface.

As the ripples spread, countless silver scales shimred.

"Linglong, co here!" Jiang Ning looked at the shattered lake surface and suddenly spoke.

His voice penetrated below the lake surface.

The next mont.

A rainbow streak once again broke the water surface, tracing a perfect parabolic arc in the air, landing in the palm of Jiang Ning’s outstretched left hand.

Even though Linglong had cultivated over a hundred years of Dao, her size was still only palm-sized, no different from ordinary fish.

Looking at Jiang Ning, Linglong blinked her protruding fish eyes.

Then she slowly blew a bubble from her mouth.

"Here’s sothing good for you!" Jiang Ning smiled.

He reached out his right hand and burst the bubble Linglong had blown from her mouth.

Crimson blood imdiately seeped from his fingertip.

The Authority of the Divine Descendants underwent transformation, and he happened to use Linglong for an experint.

The next mont.

Linglong began to suck the crimson blood flowing from his fingertip.

A mont later.

Jiang Ning withdrew his finger.

"Digest it, and tell tomorrow how it compares to before."

As he finished speaking, Jiang Ning tossed Linglong back into the pond.

Plop——

Accompanied by the sound of entering water, Linglong disappeared beneath the rippling lake surface.

Jiang Ning then returned to sleep.

...

The next day.

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

Jiang Ning pushed open the door.

"Young Master!!"

Lv Yi, who was scattering feed in the courtyard, heard the commotion behind her and turned around to see Jiang Ning, her eyes widening instantly.

"Why are you looking at like that?" Jiang Ning asked with a smile.

"I didn’t expect the Young Master to return so suddenly!!" Lv Yi said, joy apparent in her features.

Jiang Ning smiled, "Has anything happened at ho during these days?"

"Yes!" Lv Yi nodded decisively.

Then said, "There are two letters for the Young Master at ho."

"Two letters?" Jiang Ning was slightly surprised.

Lv Yi nodded, "Yes!"

"Bring them to to see!" Jiang Ning said.

"Alright!" Lv Yi responded.

Then placed the platter holding fish feed on a stone pillar by the lake and quickly left.

Watching Lv Yi’s departing figure, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Ning’s face.

Returning ho brought him a sense of comfort and relaxation.

His gaze then turned towards the lake surface.

Because of the fish feed Lv Yi had just scattered, the fish in the lake were fighting for the feed, continuously splashing water.

The next mont.

At Jiang Ning’s call, a rainbow streak appeared on the lake surface.

The one who arrived was Linglong.

"How is it?" Jiang Ning asked at the lake’s edge.

While speaking, he casually grabbed a handful of fish feed and tossed it into the lake.

The ornantal fish in the lake needed to be fed regularly; otherwise, the natural food in this man-made lake was not enough to sustain those ornantal fish.

"Master, my Dao cultivation is now 150 years!" Linglong’s clear voice rose from the lake surface.

"150 years?" A trace of peculiarity flashed in Jiang Ning’s eyes, then he asked, "How many years did it increase last night?"

"About eleven years!" Linglong replied.

Eleven years!

Upon hearing this answer, another trace of peculiarity flashed in Jiang Ning’s eyes.

Last night, based on his perception, he had fed Linglong about 200 milliliters of blood.

Two hundred milliliters of blood resulted in an increase of approximately ten years in Linglong’s Dao cultivation.

From what he understood, the human body contains about 3,500 to 6,000 milliliters of blood.

Taking a middle value, that’s about 5,000 milliliters.

If he drained all his blood at once to feed Linglong, it could give her 250 years of Dao cultivation.

If he drained it four tis, without diminishing returns, Linglong could directly possess a millennium of Dao cultivation, becoming a so-called Great Demon.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ning couldn’t help but click his tongue in wonder.

With this comparison, he was even more acutely aware of the powerful effects of his blood.

A new idea suddenly arose in his mind.

What effect would feeding his flesh have?

But as soon as this thought arose, he imdiately dismissed it.

He could still accept feeding his blood.

But feeding his flesh to other creatures, he was not prepared to do so.

Even with blood, he dared not feed too much at once.

Because blood is the essence of the human body, losing too much would deplete one’s foundation.

Let alone feeding completely, that would bring enormous negative impacts, even costing him his life.

The stronger the body, the higher the quality of the blood, with more essence contained.

To recover would also be more difficult.

Unlike ordinary people, who might just need a well-effected ginseng, coupled with so rest, to replenish the body’s deficit.

To achieve this, given the current strength of his body, the amount of Treasure dicine required was beyond imagination.

But he was different from ordinary Martial Artists.

The nourishnt from the water source was enough to let him recover from bodily deficits much faster.

He then waved his hand, signaling Linglong could return.

anwhile.

Lv Yi hurriedly ran over with quick steps.

"Young Master, here’s your letter!" Lv Yi held out the letter to Jiang Ning.

Taking the letter, as soon as he saw the surface of the first one, he knew who it was from.

The graceful handwriting could only belong to the Seventeenth Princess of the Great Xia Royal Family.

Since Lin Qingyi left, the delivery of letters beca the task of a mysterious visitor who never showed their true face.

During last month’s letter delivery, he had even personally seen that mysterious person.