Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

He held tightly onto the gradually stiffening corpse of his son, his knuckles turning white.

Li Tianwen timely stepped forward, pressing down on Beicang King’s shoulder, and shouted in a low voice, "Brother Beicang! Calm down!"

"Calm down?! How do you expect me to calm down!!" Beicang King suddenly turned his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, "That was my most beloved son, my youngest. Before his mother passed away, she insisted, word by word, that I take good care of him! Now I... now I..."

"I know!" Li Tianwen’s voice suddenly rose, "but if you charge back now, what else can you do besides get yourself killed?!"

Beicang King trembled all over.

Seizing the moment, Li Tianwen pressed aggressively, speaking rapidly: "Today, in Chengqian Palace, Jiang Ning confronted Ji Xuan the Parallel King directly, and did not lose the upper hand! That’s the strength to contend with the second in the world! Though we claim to be the strongest at the peak of first grade, if you ask yourself, how do we compare to Ji Xuan? How do we match the power of Taiyin and Taiyang that Jiang Ning demonstrated with his Primordial Spirit today?"

With each question he asked, Beicang King’s face turned a shade paler.

"Moreover, Martial Saint has made his stance clear today; he stands with Jiang Ning! He personally stepped forward to set the tone for the Imperial Throne, reprimanding Ji Xuan and ordered him to reflect in seclusion. What does this mean? It means that in Great Xia, whoever moves against Jiang Ning now contradicts Martial Saint’s will!" Li Tianwen’s voice lowered but each word struck like a hammer: "If you go back to the Royal Capital now intending to kill, regardless of whether you can defeat that Dongling Marquis, even if you could, there’s the protection of the Martial Saint! By then, not only would your life be in jeopardy, but the entire Beicang Royal Mansion, the foundation in the Northern Territory, would be utterly demolished!"

Beicang King’s breath was heavy, his chest heaving violently, rage and agony madly intertwined in his eyes, but ultimately was pressed down bit by bit by cold reality.

Seeing this, Li Tianwen’s tone softened slightly, with a hint of persuasion and shared enmity: "Brother Beicang, the pain of losing a child, I can empathize with. But losing patience with small matters can ruin bigger plans! Jiang Ning this child, his sharpness is too intense, the enemies he makes won’t be few. Today he dared to deal with your Heir so ruthlessly, who knows if he won’t do the same to others in the future? Endure this momentary pain for now, lie dormant in the Northern Territory, gather strength. When the time is ripe, there might be a chance for reckoning!"

Beicang King gritted his teeth tightly, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He slowly closed his eyes. When he reopened them, the raging fury had been forcibly suppressed, transforming into a deep-seated cold and resentment.

Gently, he placed his son’s corpse back inside the carriage, carefully covering it with a cloak, his movements slow and heavy.

"Divine Might King!" Beicang King turned and bowed deeply to Li Tianwen: "I will remember your guidance today. If there is a chance in the future..."

"Brother Beicang, no need to say more." Li Tianwen supported him, speaking earnestly, "I also despise how ruthless Jiang Ning behaves. The future is long, let’s take it one step at a time."

Beicang King said no more, nodding heavily, and mounted his horse.

He took one last look in the direction of the Royal Capital, his gaze like a cold abyss, then fiercely tugged on the reins: "Let’s go!"

The sound of hooves arose, the carriage and his followers galloping swiftly toward the northern official road, kicking up clouds of dust.

Li Tianwen stood by the roadside, watching the silhouettes disappear into the distant horizon.

The spring breeze brushed by, fluttering his robes.

The serious and indignant expression on his face gradually faded, returning to his usual calm.

Deep in his eyes, a flash of satisfaction quickly appeared.

He then lowered his gaze, looking at the palm of his right hand.

Earlier, while inspecting the Princely Heir, that unique True Yuan quietly transferred in had long dissipated without a trace.

The death of Beicang King’s Heir was caused by him, not Jiang Ning.

"The connection with Beicang King is firmly tied now." Li Tianwen whispered coldly to himself and turned to walk towards the city gates.

His figure gradually merged into the towering shadow of the Royal Capital.