Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint Chapter 865 - 132: Determined Heart, Li Sixiang Departs!

At this mont, Jiang Ning had already returned to his normal state, and the Heavenly Eye at the center of his brow had closed, showing no signs of its mystical abilities.

He nodded slowly towards Jiang Ning.

Then.

Jiang Ning grabbed Zhong Ling and rushed in a certain direction.

When he used the Heavenly Eye just now, he also found where Zhong Yue was.

Li Sixiang had already left, so he had no concerns.

There was nothing here worth worrying about.

At this mont.

The two of them swiftly crossed the lake, and as they faced the rushing torrent ahead, Zhong Ling had already closed her eyes and held tightly onto Jiang Ning.

...

A mont later.

Splosh——

Suddenly, waves broke on the surface of the lake.

Then a man and a woman erged onto the lakeshore from the lake surface.

This man and woman were Jiang Ning and Zhong Ling.

Huff huff huff——

Having returned to the shore.

Feeling the sunlight and breeze fall on her body.

Zhong Ling finally opened her eyes, gasping for breath.

"Are you okay!" Jiang Ning spoke.

Zhong Ling shook her head and swallowed hard.

Then, as if recalling sothing, her face, pale from being soaked in the lake, blushed involuntarily.

"Thank you for saving my life just now, Brother Jiang Ning!"

"I’m just glad you don’t bla for taking advantage of the situation!" Jiang Ning smiled.

Zhong Ling shook her head: "How could I, I know you were just trying to save , Brother Jiang Ning!"

She sensibly found excuses for Jiang Ning.

Then her breathing gradually cald down as well.

"Brother Jiang Ning, why did you bring ashore?"

"To find your Grandfather Xuan!" Jiang Ning spoke.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ling fell silent.

She gently touched her own lips, then looked up at Jiang Ning with a bright smile.

"I understand now! Brother Jiang Ning, take to find my Grandfather Xuan! With him around, I’ll be safe."

Looking at Zhong Ling at this mont, although her smile was bright, Jiang Ning could see that she was forcing it.

He secretly sighed in his heart.

His emotions were sowhat complicated.

They had rely t by chance, yet inexplicably ford many bonds.

The next mont.

He looked at the soaking wet Zhong Ling.

Raised his hand and waved over Zhong Ling’s head.

In an instant.

The moisture on Zhong Ling evaporated, and her hair and clothes beca dry in an instant.

Seeing this, Zhong Ling looked at her clothes in amazent.

Then straightened them out.

The wrinkled clothes quickly regained their softness.

Jiang Ning’s clothes were also dried, with no trace of water on his hair.

From the outside, there was no indication that the two had just erged from the lake.

"Let’s go!"

Jiang Ning took Zhong Ling’s hand.

Zhong Ling looked embarrassed.

...

A mont later.

On the straight road through the forest.

"Old Beggar, when do you think I can step into the Second Grade and secure a position among the Great Grandmasters of the world?" Zhong Yue opened his mouth to speak.

"That’s sothing you have to ask yourself!" the Old Beggar beside him said.

"Ask myself? I don’t know either!" Zhong Yue shook his head, showing a look of resignation: "As I get older, I really feel more and more powerless!"

"It’s rare for you to admit you’re not up to it! I’ve told you long ago, at such an age, just quietly go into seclusion and avoid causing trouble for those young maidens!" The Old Beggar shook his head and said.

"Nonsense! When have I ever caused trouble for young maidens!" Zhong Yue’s eyes widened in anger: "Besides, why am I not up to it? I’m telling you, even at my age, if I want, I can still last a day and a night."

"You can’t even fool yourself with that claim!" The Old Beggar laughed heartily.

"Quiet, it seems soone is coming!" Zhong Yue suddenly turned serious and stopped.

He listened intently to the sounds coming from a distance behind him.

"Could it be him? Li Sixiang?" The Old Beggar listened carefully for one breath, then spoke.

"It can’t be him! If it were Li Sixiang, he wouldn’t have let leave just now!" Zhong Yue shook his head, looking serious.

Thinking of Li Sixiang at the banquet just now, he felt significant pressure in his heart.

Previously, he hadn’t seen Second Grade Grandmasters in the Divine Realm either.

But ordinary Second Grade Grandmasters just entering this level don’t display as powerful a presence as Li Sixiang.

Back then, Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire erged around Li Sixiang, showing an overwhelming force that swept away everything, suppressed everything, rendering all laws ineffective.

"Old Beggar, do you think Li Sixiang is so strong because of the True Intent of his Martial Arts?" Zhong Yue imdiately asked his inner doubt.

"I suppose so!" The old beggar nodded and continued, "Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire, as rumored in Buddhism, have the power to recreate the heavens and earth!"

"These four elents have too high an intention, too high a status, and involve too profound rules of origin!"

"Probably that’s why Li Sixiang has such a strong combat power."

"When Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire surged forward, he seed to form his own realm, pressing down overwhelmingly."

"The Sword Intent of that Lord Ye couldn’t harm him and was shattered instantly."

As the two chatted.

Jiang Ning and Zhong Ling’s figures appeared in Zhong Yue’s sight.

"It’s them!" Zhong Yue smiled slightly.

Then glanced at his own great-granddaughter, and his smile froze.

At this mont, Jiang Ning was holding Zhong Ling under his arm, as if carrying a rag doll.

He couldn’t help but cover his eyes with a sigh, unable to bear looking directly at his own great-granddaughter.

"Old Man Zhong, your granddaughter seems to have gotten a bit too close to that kid. They clearly don’t have the boundary sense of ordinary people." The old beggar spoke.

With the pair of eyes he honed over many years, he could see a lot from a single glance, from the details.

"I actually hope they can beco closer, make further progress!" Zhong Yue said.

"Why, Old Man Zhong thinks so highly of that kid?" The old beggar was a bit surprised.

"You don’t understand!" Old Zhong shook his head, unwilling to say more.

He knew the special physique of his granddaughter, and the fewer people who knew, the safer it would be.

After all, there are many people stronger than him in this world.

Many people with higher power and influence.

"You’re still playing riddles with , old man!" The old beggar smiled with so exasperation.

Monts later.

Jiang Ning was less than a hundred ters away from the two.

Zhong Ling felt the wind whistling past her ears, tightly closing her eyes.

After a while.

She suddenly felt Jiang Ning stop.

Curious, she opened her eyes, and her great-grandfather Zhong Yue and that old beggar appeared in her sight.

Zhong Yue widened his eyes, quickly jumped down, hiding behind Jiang Ning.

"What, Ling’er hides upon seeing Grandpa! Is she closer to this kid than Grandpa?" Zhong Yue joked to his great-granddaughter.

"Greetings to Zhong Mansion Envoy, greetings to this senior!" Jiang Ning clasped his hands respectfully.

"What’s this ’this’ and ’that’! Is my na, Old Beggar, not famous enough, not prominent enough?" The old beggar blew his beard and glared.

"Senior’s reputation is widely known, how could it not be prominent!" Jiang Ning said.

From the way the old beggar interacted with Zhong Yue, Jiang Ning knew that this old beggar, though seemingly shabby and looking like any regular beggar.

But without a doubt.

He is of the sa level as Zhong Yue.

Perhaps, like Zhong Yue, only a breath away from becoming a Second Grade Grandmaster.

From Li Sixiang just now, he saw the fearso nature of Second Grade Grandmasters in the Divine Realm.

Simply beyond human strength, beyond numbers.

Even Ye Zhengqi, a top Heavenly Person Grandmaster, is no match for Li Sixiang, who just entered the Divine Realm as a Grandmaster.

Though he currently possesses enough confidence, he naturally doesn’t dare underestimate these two before him.

Perhaps the next ti they et, these two before him may already be listed among Second Grade Grandmasters.

The path of Martial Arts becos increasingly difficult and complex as it progresses.

Even though he has traveled a path in a year that others have for decades or even scores of years.

He knows he has no right to be complacent.

Not to ntion those at the peak of First Grade Martial Arts, all of them have over a century of accumulation.

Not to ntion the Martial Saint, which spans nearly a thousand years of history.

And this is rely within the realm of mortals, looking back at the Ancient Era, where immortals, demons, Buddhists, and gods coexisted.

Who can say these existences have truly vanished?

Truly buried within the torrents of history?

From a ti perspective, by all accounts, that era is only a thousand years ago.

A millennium, amid the torrents of past life’s history, even a century for mortals passes swiftly, and isn’t considered an unimaginable span of ti.

Not to ntion, in this era, a regular Grandmaster can live for two Jiazi.

The Martial Saint has lived for a thousand years.

Then what about the immortals, demons, Buddhists, and gods of the Ancient Era?