Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

"Feasible!"

His mind slightly concentrated, he continued to practice his boxing.

A breath later.

He turned around and lashed out with his right hand, like a tiger's whip striking.

Pop—

The air exploded.

Clang—

A second metallic clinking sound suddenly echoed within his body.

At this moment, he was multitasking, practicing boxing while forging his bones.

Progressing simultaneously, he was constantly adjusting the rhythm.

The rhythm of boxing and the rhythm of bone forging.

The Heaven and Earth Evil Bone Forging Skill of one hundred and eight.

The most critical part of this bone forging method was these four characters, one hundred and eight.

One hundred and eight represented one full cycle.

One full cycle meant a complete bone forging session.

To progress simultaneously and multitask, he needed to find a rhythm that suited him.

A rhythm that would perfectly align his boxing with his bone forging method, where the completion of a boxing routine coincided with the end of a bone forging cycle.

...

"Master Lin, please follow me!"

Walking on the shallow snow, Jiang Li led the way.

Following behind were Lin Qingyi and a man and a woman who had come with her.

A moment later.

They arrived outside the east courtyard.

Suddenly.

The accompanying man paused, his expression slightly surprised.

"Bone forging sounds?"

"Has Minghao heard it too?" Lin Qingyi said with a smile.

She had heard the sounds of bone forging and Jiang Ning's boxing from inside the courtyard long before Prince Ji from behind had.

She wasn't surprised by these sounds.

After all, the Iron Bone Pill, Xuan Bone Pill, and Jade Bone Pill that Jiang Ning was using were all from her.

When Jiang Ning continued to need these three types of pills, it indicated that he was stepping into the Martial Arts Sixth Grade.

Days later, hearing bone forging sounds outside Jiang Ning's courtyard, she naturally wasn't surprised.

But for Prince Ji, Ji Minghao, it was astonishing.

The Martial Arts Sixth Grade might not be a significant achievement in a larger context.

But in this small place, coupled with his youthful age, it seemed rather terrifying.

You must understand, he, as the prince of Great Xia, reached Martial Arts Sixth Grade and achieved Jade Bone in his prime.

His path to this point and his martial talent naturally went without saying.

The royal family of Great Xia, through generations of selective partnering, had exceptional martial roots among the children.

His mother was a Grandmaster and had now even reached the rank of Great Grandmaster.

Not to mention his father.

Being a descendant of a Grandmaster, born of the dragon seed.

With top-tier martial roots and unmatched talent.

And having abundant resources to squander.

Achieving Jade Bone at his prime age wasn't considered an extraordinary achievement.

But in this small place, it seemed somewhat frightening to him.

Martial Arts Sixth Grade allowed one to participate in the martial examinations and achieve scholarly honors.

At the very least, one could achieve the status of Military Scholar.

If one could forge Jade Bone like him, securing the title of Martial Scholar was almost a certainty.

Martial examinations were open only to young men under thirty who sought official ranks.

Not just achieving the title of Martial Scholar, but even qualifying for a military position of Eighth Grade or above in the county town was possible.

For most people, this was an act that could transcend social classes, change destinies, and honor their ancestors.

As for the Martial Examinations (Juren), that was even more prestigious.

One could join the military, starting as a Colonel.

With advancing martial skills and studied military strategies, reaching positions like General or Assistant General wasn't too difficult.

Although these were moot points for generals, it still meant being a general.

Out in public, who wouldn't respectfully address him as General?

From this, it's seen that Martial Arts Sixth Grade also held a respectable status across the world.

And he, Ji Minghao, the prince of Great Xia,

had come to the tiny Luoshui County and encountered a young man forging his bones.

Like him, at the prime of his life.

"Incredible!" Ji Minghao marvelled internally.

From this point, he already foresaw that Jiang Ning's future achievements in martial arts would surely surpass his own.

Just reaching the prime of life and already advancing to Martial Arts Sixth Grade.

Such an achievement, in his view, held more than a fifty percent chance of reaching the Grandmaster level.

Even with enough cultivation, attaining the position of a Great Grandmaster is not impossible.

"Why does my cousin's wife think so highly of Jiang Ning?" At this moment, Ji Minghao suddenly understood a lot.

Although there are numerous grandmasters in the world,

there are also about twenty Great Grandmasters.

However, the world is vast,

and in the royal family, any Great Grandmaster is an influential figure.

Even he, the Eighth Prince of Great Xia, dared not disrespect a Great Grandmaster.

Even his father, who sat high in the throne room, had to treat the Great Grandmasters with respect when meeting with them.

...

At this moment,

Ji Minghao stood outside the courtyard, and his regard for Jiang Ning increased significantly.

Those with equal strength who rose from modest beginnings often had more potential than those born into wealth and high status,

simply because the resources available to both were incomparably unequal!

And their resolute minds often enabled them to go further in the future.

At the same time,

Jiang Li also heard the conversation between Lin Qingyi and Ji Minghao.

"Bone Forging?"

He was slightly startled.

Then, as thoughts whirred in his mind, he stopped walking and looked hesitantly toward Lin Qingyi and the other two.

"Esteemed guests, might you first rest in the front hall, and after my younger brother finishes his training, I will notify him to come and meet you in the front hall?"

"No problem!" Lin Qingyi nodded slightly, agreeing.

"No need!" Ji Minghao suddenly spoke up.

Seeing Lin Qingyi and Jiang Li looking over, he smiled.

"I have come to Luoshui County, and having learned of many deeds of Brother Jiang, I've grown to admire him tremendously!"

"Since I've come to visit, it would be insincere to do so without any show of sincerity."

"I'll just wait here!"

Hearing this, Jiang Li calmly said, "Mr. Ji, it's still snowing heavily, and the lake wind is too cold; it would be better to avoid the chill inside."

"It's fine!" Ji Minghao waved his hand, "A bit of snow is nothing! We who practice Martial Arts have long been immune to wind and frost!"

Beside him, Lin Qingyi couldn't help but chuckle at this moment.

Then she said, "Brother Li, no need to persuade him further. If Minghao wants to wait here, let him wait!"

At this point, Lin Qingyi had already discerned some of Ji Minghao's intentions.

Ji Minghao always enjoyed befriending heroes from all over the world, often disregarding status and showing respect to the virtuous.

As for his intentions,

that depended on one's own thoughts.

At this moment, Jiang Li was taken aback by Lin Qingyi's use of the term "Brother Li."

He repeatedly waved his hands, "Master Lin, I really cannot bear the title of 'Brother Li.' Just call me Jiang Li!"

Lin Qingyi smiled, "You're older than me, what's wrong with calling you 'Brother Li'?"

Beside them, Ji Minghao, hearing their conversation, showed a look of surprise in his eyes as he looked toward Lin Qingyi.

What was Lin Qingyi's status?

Being the Eighth Prince of Great Xia, he had to call her 'sister-in-law'.

Her status and position were self-evident.

She was a princess.

And one whom even he had to respect highly.

Because in the Prince Mansion, the Old Prince was his father's uncle and the pillar of the current royal family.

Previously known as the second most powerful figure in the world.

Ranked among the few who were also considered the second in the world.

Now there was another, who ranked as the second—a Sect Hierarch from the Yellow Heaven Sect, Daoist of Yellow Heaven.

There were five people in total who were considered the second most powerful in the world.

And there was only one who was first.

That Martial Saint, who for the past eight hundred years, had remained the foremost figure!

That Martial Saint, famed for slaying Great Demons, Gods, and even Residual Immortals.

Some say, even during the ancient times when Immortals and Gods coexisted,

that Martial Saint was capable of slaughtering Gods.

Thus, there could be many ranked second, but only one could be first—the Martial Saint.

Why were there five people tied for the second rank?

The reason was simple!

These five had reached the peak of First-grade.

Each one of them, a mighty force capable of stabilizing their respective realms.

Without battling it out, no one knew who was stronger or weaker, superior or inferior.

This also maintained a balance.

Hence, there were five people tied for the second rank.

At this stage, unless absolutely necessary, no one dared to make a move lightly.

Especially now, when everyone knew that the world was heading towards great turmoil, no one dared to act rashly.

Once their details were clear and if found weaker, they might face calamity!