Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Inside the Grotto Heaven.

A large piece of dragon meat quickly entered his stomach.

Jiang Ning slightly narrowed his eyes, a look of enjoyment on his face.

At this moment, he admitted the Martial Saint’s earlier words.

Dragon meat from the heavens, a peerless delicacy.

This taste was something he had never experienced before.

The feeling of deliciousness was not just an explosion of the taste buds but a pleasure and cheer from every cell in his body.

The essence of the flesh and blood was digested and absorbed by the body, flowing into the limbs and bones, merging into all the cells.

This feeling was different from Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, more like water from the same source, wood from the same root, providing greater stimulation to the flesh.

"Good stuff, isn’t it!" The old man looked at Jiang Ning opening his eyes and said with a laugh.

"It certainly is good stuff!" Jiang Ning exclaimed.

[Source Points +0.2]

At this moment, a prompt of Source Points increase floated before him, which he internally ignored.

In front of this old man, he dared not show any unusualness.

Once he showed anything, he couldn’t be sure whether the Martial Saint’s eyes could pick up on it.

"Since you like it, let’s eat heartily together again!" The old man said.

"I’d be delighted!" Jiang Ning laughed.

Then, two more pieces of dragon meat were roasted over the fire.

Compared to the dragon meat the two had just grabbed, these two pieces were much larger.

A moment later.

Golden oil dripped and sizzled, falling into the fire, causing the flames to surge occasionally.

The aroma of the meat began to slowly spread.

"What a pity there isn’t good wine to pair with it!" The old man looked at the dragon meat in front of him, his face full of regret.

"Senior’s condition... seems a bit improved!" Jiang Ning secretly observed the Martial Saint beside him for a moment, speaking with some uncertainty.

The old man glanced at Jiang Ning and then nodded.

"Your eyes are rather sharp."

"Is it because of this dragon meat?" Jiang Ning asked.

The old man nodded: "Correct! I don’t have much time left, due to physical factors, that dragon’s Dao reaches nearly five thousand years, and the essence of its flesh and blood, in today’s world, there’s no so-called Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that can compare to it. The essence entering the body naturally helps a bit."

Then, the old man shook his head: "But this has only a tiny effect! Even if I eat all this dragon meat, it can’t replenish the consumption of those three punches!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning’s heart felt heavy.

He knew very well that he could still practice peacefully now because of this Martial Saint’s existence.

The world watches the Martial Saint’s condition, testing repeatedly, because the Martial Saint is a heaven pressing upon everyone’s heads.

Both the Demon Country in the south and the Immortals in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land are like this.

Once this Martial Saint passes away, the world will instantly descend into chaos.

Those who fear his presence wouldn’t mind erasing him along the way.

He knew Xia Xuanyan had always wanted to recruit him.

But if recruitment fails, Xia Xuanyan wouldn’t mind killing him.

From when Xia Xuanyan invoked people from Heavenly Cry Mountain to perform the Curse Killing Skill, he could be sure of this.

Regardless of Xia Xuanyan, Prince Pingjian Ji Xuan not yet taking thunderous action against him, could also have the factor of the Martial Saint.

It’s widely known that the Martial Saint values him, and twice the Martial Saint has intervened to protect him.

"Thank you, Senior!" Many thoughts flashed through Jiang Ning’s mind as he stood up and suddenly saluted the old man in front of him solemnly.

"Why the sudden seriousness?" The old man looked at Jiang Ning’s serious demeanor and couldn’t help but smile.

Jiang Ning said: "Thank you, Senior, for all the care you’ve given!"

The old man laughed and shook his head: "You don’t need to thank me; you should thank yourself more! If someone else could reach your stage, I would do the same! I have feelings for Great Xia, and I don’t want it to completely become history after I die."

Saying this, he looked at Jiang Ning and couldn’t help but shake his head again.

Suddenly he said no more.

Jiang Ning noticed, however, a trace of sigh in his eyes.

"Senior..." Jiang Ning couldn’t help but open his mouth.

"It’s done, eat first!" said the Martial Saint.

"Okay!" Jiang Ning nodded and replied.

Then, he sat down again and grabbed the already roasted dragon meat, taking a fierce bite.

The meat was firm, full of chewiness.

Then, after eating several large pieces, Jiang Ning suddenly felt a deep sense of fullness.

This feeling of fullness was the dragon meat he had eaten accumulating in his stomach, momentarily impossible to digest.

"Full!" Jiang Ning rubbed his slightly bulging belly, a satisfied look on his face.

The old man glanced at Jiang Ning and then nodded.

"Your appetite is bigger than I imagined, and you eat more than I thought, which means I’ve underestimated you! Your strength should be greater than I previously imagined."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning’s heart shook slightly.

Then he nodded: "Senior’s eyes are as sharp as ever!"

"Hiding some strength is a wise choice!" The Martial Saint looked at Jiang Ning, nodding.

At this moment, his complexion seemed more ruddy than before, and his eyes became more spirited.

Evidently, after this supplement, his state had improved somewhat.

Then, the Martial Saint stood up and patted the dust off his body.

"You should return and carefully refine the Dragon Origin, striving to further advance your strength! The time I can buy for you is limited! The day I die will be the day of great chaos. Then, you can only rely on yourself!"

"Thank you, Senior!" Jiang Ning rose and saluted the Martial Saint in front of him.

In the next moment.

He turned and walked out of the thatched hut.

As he pushed open the wooden door and stepped out of the hut.

He felt the transformation of time and space, the inversion of heaven and earth.

When he regained his senses, he was already standing on the mountain top.

The distant twilight line divided day and night, the dusk gradually rising.