Chapter 1927 - 218: My Name Was Always Destined for the History Books!
Luoshui County.
The city gate, nearing noon, was far from the bustle of the Royal Capital.
At the city gate, only scattered commoners were entering the city.
The soldiers guarding the gate stood there lazily.
Such a scene was commonplace in Luoshui County.
Because Luoshui County is adjacent to the Luoshui River, it is both remote and inland.
No external threats, no internal turmoil.
Especially after Luoshui County was designated as the fief of the Luoshui King, it became even more distanced from external crises.
Under the heavens, who does not know that this land is the domain of the Luoshui King, the hometown of the Luoshui King?
At this moment.
A figure came from afar, appearing at the city gate in a flash of movement.
"Are you entering the city, sir?" One soldier, startled, asked respectfully.
Jiang Ning nodded.
"Please enter, sir!" The soldier looked respectful, his demeanor humble.
From the way Jiang Ning appeared, he knew Jiang Ning was a martial arts expert he had never seen before, truly an Overseas Dragon.
Such a person makes even the local powerhouses restrain themselves.
Jiang Ning nodded, and was indifferent to the soldier’s not-so-strict inspection.
Only those not thinking clearly would fuss over everything.
And those not thinking clearly are in the minority.
The next moment.
He lifted his leg and stepped into Luoshui County.
His figure soon disappeared at the city gate.
"Strange, who was that person just now? Feels so familiar, as if I’ve seen him before!" Another soldier muttered, watching Jiang Ning’s departing figure.
Suddenly.
That person seemed to have a flash of insight and suddenly exclaimed.
"I remember!!!"
"Remember what?" The soldier who had spoken with Jiang Ning looked at him in surprise.
"The one who just entered the city is our king!"
"Our king?"
"He is King Luoshui—Jiang Ning!!"
At the mention of Jiang Ning, the doubtful soldier’s pupils immediately dilated and contracted violently.
"So it was him just now!!" Watching Jiang Ning’s disappearing figure, the soldier’s eyes looked as if worshipping a deity.
The legend of King Luoshui had already spread in tiny Luoshui County in thousands upon thousands of versions.
Every version is a legend, a myth, a god-like existence in the human world.
...
On the other side.
Jiang Ning walked on the familiar streets of the outer city, feeling at peace within.
He had lived here for over ten years.
The trajectory of more than a decade had almost brought him to every street in the outer city.
Walking along, he noticed changes in the outer city compared to before.
More new buildings had been erected, and the expressions on people’s faces were more relaxed.
A quiet and harmonious air seemed to fill almost everyone’s face.
From these details, he knew Luoshui County was progressing and changing for the better.
He also knew this was partly due to his own efforts.
A moment later.
He smoothly passed through the city gate between the outer and inner city.
The inner and outer cities were separated by just a wall, no longer having the stark contrast of the past.
This wasn’t because the inner city had declined, but because the outer city had become more prosperous.
A moment later.
He stood in front of the Canglang Martial Arts Hall.
The large doors were still tightly closed, and behind them, it was still silent.
It was clear that in recent days Wang Jin still had not opened the martial arts hall to recruit disciples.
He understood Wang Jin’s decision.
Back then, Wang Jin was getting older, his Qi-Blood weakening, bodily functions declining, and further progress on the martial path seemed impossible.
Opening a martial arts school and recruiting disciples was one of the best options.
First, it allowed his teachings and achievements not to be buried along with his decaying body.
Second, after many years wandering the martial world, he inevitably had some enemies.
If he didn’t widely recruit disciples, he would be left alone, and when truly old, with both Qi and Blood weakened, an enemy would show up to beat him to death, suffering great humiliation.
That was the reason Wang Jin chose to open a martial arts school back then.
But now things were different.
Wang Jin had achieved Inner Strength, enhancing his bodily functions.
Like an old tree regaining vitality.
With this newfound vitality, Wang Jin had the possibility to continue progressing in martial arts.
The Inner Strength Realm is also a key watershed on the martial path.
Crossing this watershed leads to entirely different achievements.
Wang Jin had crossed this watershed, so naturally opening a martial arts school and recruiting disciples was no longer meaningful.
A thought flashed through Jiang Ning’s mind.
He ascended the steps in front of the martial arts hall.
At this moment, he sensed Wang Jin’s presence within the hall.
That presence was in the backyard, burning fiercely like a furnace.
He was clearly practicing in the backyard.
Thump, thump, thump—
He lightly tapped his fingers, the sound of finger bones hitting the bronze door echoing far and wide.
"Who?!" A strong voice came from the backyard direction.
The voice swept across the martial arts hall’s front yard and leaped over the high courtyard wall, still strong and resonant.
"Master Wang, it’s me!" Jiang Ning spoke softly, his voice penetrating the heavy bronze door straight into Wang Jin’s ears in the backyard.
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Backyard.
A middle-aged man appearing under fifty, wearing a short jacket, swung his iron fists with fierce force, whipping up a whirlwind, sending sand and rocks flying, and making the leaves dance chaotically.
The muscles on his arms, reminiscent of ancient tree roots, were full of strength.
At that moment, he raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes, then he retracted his fist force.
He walked to the stone table under the tree, picked up a towel soaked in a bucket of water, wrung it dry with force, quickly wiping the sweat from his forehead, face, and neck before heading towards the martial arts hall’s front yard.
"Good lad, I’m coming!!" Wang Jin’s voice was resonant, striding with vigor.
Each step he took was like being launched forward swiftly.