Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

The next moment.

Divine Might King was the first to understand the look in Jiang Ning’s eyes.

His lips moved slightly, and his voice instantly appeared in Jiang Ning’s ear.

Immediately after, Jiang Ning’s gaze shifted, landing on the heir of Beicang King behind him.

Sensing the sharpness in Jiang Ning’s eyes, the heir of Beicang King trembled all over, as if falling into an icy cave.

"Please forgive me, Marquis. When I return, I will certainly discipline my son properly!" Beicang King looked at Jiang Ning with some anxiety in his heart, quickly cupping his fists in apology, then prepared to leave with his son.

"A small punishment for a big warning!" Jiang Ning said indifferently.

As his words fell, he raised his right hand.

"Marquis, have mercy—" Beicang King hurriedly spoke.

He saw that as Jiang Ning raised his finger, the air surged, and mana gathered out of thin air.

The next moment.

The ripples broke through the air, his hands bulged with veins, instinctively wanting to stop Jiang Ning’s move.

But reason firmly restrained him.

He knew that if he did not stop it, Jiang Ning would only give a small punishment, and the matter would be settled.

If he tried to stop it, the consequences would be different.

Considering Jiang Ning’s revealed character just now, he certainly wouldn’t let it go.

The matter would definitely escalate.

And the current Jiang Ning, he was able to stand on equal footing with Ji Xuan briefly.

With the strength Jiang Ning had shown, he knew he definitely wouldn’t be his match.

These thoughts flashed through his mind at lightning speed.

Then he clenched his hands, restraining himself.

The next moment.

The heir of Beicang King rolled his eyes and fell straight back, apparently losing consciousness.

Thud—

With a sound, the body of the heir of Beicang King hit the ground tile hard.

Beicang King saw Jiang Ning retract his right hand and quickly went up to check.

"Thank you, Marquis, for your mercy!" he expressed his gratitude, then hurriedly carried his son away.

Jiang Ning also withdrew his gaze accordingly.

With that strike just now, the Divine Soul of the heir of Beicang King was impacted, and even if he woke up, his intellect would be problematic.

But at this moment, he felt he hadn’t handled it well.

"Should I completely resolve it to prevent future troubles?" he pondered silently in his heart.

At this moment, Li Tianwen glanced at Jiang Ning.

He understood that after this incident, Jiang Ning’s status in Great Xia had changed drastically.

He was no longer merely a rising star but truly had the ability to influence the court and converse on equal terms with top powerhouses.

Even at full strength, he felt he probably wouldn’t be Jiang Ning’s match now.

Immortal Primordial Spirit, superior Immortal Foundation.

A killing move that communicates with the origin of Taiyin and Taiyang.

Thinking of this, a flash of deep dread passed through his eyes.

Even now, with such power, he felt inferior.

Given more time to grow, the height he could reach was unimaginable.

"Xiao Wuque’s relationship with him is no less than that of the Eighth Prince with him!" Li Tianwen thought to himself.

Then he looked at Beicang King leaving hastily with his heir, with a slight change in his gaze.

Then he quickly followed in Beicang King’s footsteps.

Meanwhile.

At this moment, the silent black-robed, sword-carrying man also stepped forward, bowing to Jiang Ning: "Thank you, Marquis, for your intervention today, safeguarding His Highness. This grace, both His Highness and I will remember sincerely."

Jiang Ning glanced at him, sensing the condensed Sword Qi within him, hidden and not unleashed. He was clearly a Sword Dao expert, at least an outstanding Second Grade.

Although Second Grade could not catch his eye now, such strength could still be regarded as that of a strong man even in the dragon and tiger hiding Royal Capital.

"No need for politeness, it’s my duty." Jiang Ning responded, then said: "Today’s safety of the Eighth Prince depends on you."

"Rest assured, Marquis, the Eighth Prince has been immensely gracious to me!" the black-robed, sword-carrying man said calmly.

Thereafter, Jiang Ning nodded without further words.

His gaze swept over the ruined Chengqian Palace and then towards the many buildings shadowing beyond the palace wall. He knew that although the night’s turmoil in the Royal Capital had been quelled, the subsequent appeasement and reorganization would still take time.

But with the Martial Saint stepping forward and the new emperor appointed, and with Ji Minghao having Shen Xiao, the black-shirted swordsman, and others assisting, plus his own support, stabilizing the throne should be without worry.

Just a few more days are needed until the suitable auspicious day comes for Ji Minghao to ascend the throne and marry Shen Mengyun to consolidate imperial power, and the Imperial Family’s situation will be settled, so he will no longer need to be concerned.

"Now that this is settled, I should return as well." Jiang Ning nodded slightly to Ji Minghao and Shen Mengyun.

"Alright!" Ji Minghao nodded heavily in agreement with Brother Jiang, then said: "Once I and General Shen select an auspicious day to hold the enthronement ceremony, we’ll inform Brother Jiang, and hope you graced us with your presence then."

"Naturally!" Jiang Ning nodded, then black and white mysterious light swirled around him, and he slowly levitated.

"Brother Jiang!" Ji Minghao couldn’t help stepping forward, eyes filled with reluctance and gratitude, "When you have free time in the future, please visit the palace often for a chat."

"Thank you for everything today, Brother Jiang!"

With these words, Ji Minghao bowed respectfully again to Jiang Ning.

"Eighth Prince is too polite!" Jiang Ning smiled lightly.

Then, he transformed into a beam of intertwined black and white light, shooting into the sky and disappearing into the night sky of the Royal Capital in an instant.

Watching Jiang Ning disappear into the distance, the people in Chengqian Palace had different thoughts.

Ji Minghao gripped Shen Mengyun’s hand, his eyes flickering with deep excitement.

He hadn’t imagined coming this far, this successfully.

After Shen Xiao commanded the aftermath, he subtly observed his future son-in-law and new monarch, and his heart also held greater expectations of true significance.

On the other side.

The silently departed Regent King Ji Xuan, in the depths of his retreat mansion, an ice-cold aura, suppressed to the extreme like an abyss, was slowly surgeing.

The entire mansion was extremely oppressive, and no one dared to make a sound.

In the secret room.

Ji Xuan stood before the Cold Marrow Jade Bed, looking at his son, Prince Qi Ji Heng.

His right hand slowly lifted and then suddenly fell, landing on the head of Prince Qi Ji Heng.

With the fall of his palm, the originally breathing Prince Qi Ji Heng suddenly became lifeless.

"Rest assured, I will avenge you!"

"That old thing, I can’t beat him now, he locks himself away, so he can only lock himself away!"

"But that old thing won’t live much longer!"

"When he dies, there will be no one in this world to stop me!"

"I will avenge you, bury your concubine with you, and place Jiang Ning’s head before your grave for your veneration!"

...

On the other side.

Jiang Ning left Chengqian Palace and appeared on the avenue in front of Dongling Marquis Mansion.

Looking at the mansion ahead, his footsteps involuntarily slowed down.

That was one of the meanings he fought for.

"I wonder if Shiqi will feel happy knowing what happened today!"

"Maybe not!" Jiang Ning shook his head silently again, "Among the royal family’s sons, now only the Eighth Prince and the Fifth Prince remain. If Shiqi truly knows of this, sorrow may far outweigh happiness!"

"And who knows... how Ji Minghao will handle Ji Mingyuan, or whether he will be a competent monarch..."

Walking along the empty, desolate road, thoughts continuously flashed through Jiang Ning’s mind.

Then he recalled the battle just now.

The battle just then was his first use of the Primordial Spirit’s power, facing a top-tier powerhouse like Ji Xuan head-on.

The outcome was somewhat unexpected.

The power of the Primordial Spirit was stronger than he imagined.

Solely relying on the power of the Primordial Spirit, he stood on equal footing with Ji Xuan briefly, not falling behind.

"But... he evidently did not go all out either."

"Fortunately, neither did I!!" Jiang Ning murmured inwardly.

After probing some of Ji Xuan’s strength, he did not feel tense but steadier.

He believed that if they both went all out in a life-and-death battle, the outcome would still be uncertain.

After all, Ji Xuan and he hadn’t gone all out before the Martial Saint intervened.

But this result, in his view, was already enough.

Now being evenly matched, given more time, he would have the confidence to conquer him in battle.

And with the Martial Saint stepping in just now, he was given this time.

"Unless necessary, do not step outside the mansion by a single step!"

With these words from the Martial Saint, he believed Ji Xuan wouldn’t dare disobey.

If Ji Xuan couldn’t step out of his mansion, he couldn’t seek trouble for him.

Thus, he’d have ample time to continue growing.

He knew now that his battle with Ji Xuan wasn’t over.

It was merely postponed.

When the Martial Saint officially passes, that would be the time to continue his battle with Ji Xuan from today.