Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

She thought of those brothers whom she would never see again, remembering the familial bond and warmth despite not being particularly close since childhood.

The immense sorrow consumed her Heart Spirit.

Tears fell like rain.

"Were those brothers all because... of Fifth Brother?"

Jiang Ning hesitated for a moment, recalling the information he had just learned that Shen Mengyun had always been Ji Minghao’s secret agent following Ji Mingyuan.

He understood that although the death of these princes was due to Ji Mingyuan’s actions, Ji Minghao was certainly involved.

After pondering for a moment, he slowly nodded his head.

Ji Mingyue’s figure shook, almost unable to stand, as tears blurred her vision.

She bit her lip tightly to stop herself from sobbing.

Jiang Ning reached out to steady her shoulder, speaking even more gently: "Shiqi, the world is unpredictable, and the struggle for imperial power has always been this way."

"I know, I had thought there would be such a day, but... but they were all brothers! How could Fifth Brother be... so cruel!" Ji Mingyue remembered the palace banquets of her childhood, where her brothers once drank at the same table, not close but still cheerful.

Now, overnight, separated by heaven and earth, they all fell by the hand of that always gentle and elegant Fifth Brother.

Jiang Ning patted Ji Mingyue’s shoulder, saying nothing more.

Ji Mingyue’s figure shook, then she looked up at Jiang Ning.

"Brother Jiang Ning, I want to rest for a while!"

Jiang Ning nodded, then watched Liuu Wanwan support Ji Mingyue to rest.

Watching Ji Mingyue’s back, his mind turned to all that had just happened.

Within the coverage of his Primordial Spirit, whether it was Ji Minghao, or Divine Might King Li Tianwen, or General Shen Xiao, every subtle expression was seen clearly.

All of their secret communications were intercepted by him.

He knew that Ji Minghao wasn’t as benevolent and kind as he appeared.

Ji Mingyuan’s actions, Ji Minghao secretly guided them all.

If Ji Mingyuan hadn’t unexpectedly won over Beicang King and Divine Might King Li Tianwen, there would be no need for him to act; Ji Minghao could have seized the imperial throne by himself.

After a moment of reflection.

"Forget it!" Jiang Ning shook his head: "No one is perfect! Without some mind and means, he wouldn’t sit firmly on that seat!"

...

Meanwhile.

Outside the Royal Capital City.

By the side of the official road, a few old willows sprouted early spring buds.

Beicang King’s face was gloomy, holding the unconscious Princely Heir beside the carriage, with several attendants standing silently and solemnly, seeming somewhat lonely.

Divine Might King Li Tianwen walked slowly from the direction of the city gate, his dark everyday clothes gently swaying in the wind.

"Brother Beicang, safe travels." Li Tianwen cupped his hands, his tone calm.

Beicang King forced a polite reply: "Thank you, Divine Might King, for seeing me off. Today has really been a disgrace to the Prince."

"It’s nothing." Li Tianwen shook his head, his gaze falling on the Princely Heir, "How is the Princely Heir? In Chengqian Palace earlier, Dongling Marquis casually pointed, but there were hidden mysteries. Does my presence require checking?"

Upon hearing this, Beicang King felt a stir in his heart.

Though he had already roughly checked his son’s breath, confirming only Divine Soul was injured, causing the coma.

Yet Divine Might King’s cultivation was profound, taught by Martial Saint, and communed with the Heavenly Dao, his senses were finer.

After a moment of hesitation, he cautiously forwarded the Princely Heir: "Then I would trouble the Prince."

Li Tianwen placed his hand on the Princely Heir’s wrist, a trace of pure True Yuan quietly flowed in.

He closed his eyes slightly, his expression focused, after a moment, his brow furrowed slowly, a hint of peculiar light flashed in his eyes.

"Not right!!!" He suddenly spoke softly, his tone abruptly solemn.

Beicang King’s heart skipped a beat: "Prince, what isn’t right?"

Li Tianwen did not immediately answer, the True Yuan at his fingertips circulates more swiftly.

After a few breaths, he abruptly opened his eyes, his face showing a look of disbelief: "The Princely Heir’s bodily functions... why are they rapidly declining?!"

"What?!" Beicang King’s pupils constricted, grabbing his son’s wrist, his mighty True Yuan surged in.

Upon probing, his face instantly turned deathly pale.

Indeed, as Divine Might King said, the Princely Heir’s internal Qi-Blood, vitality, was dissipating at a dreadful speed!

As if some internal gate quietly opened, life essence rushed away like a flood, no matter how he urged True Yuan to seal, nourish, all was in vain!

"How could this be? Earlier it was clearly just Divine Soul injury..." Beicang King’s voice trembled, veins throbbing on his forehead.

He frantically circulated the Cultivation Technique, even at the cost of depleting his Origin, forcefully injecting immense vitality into his son’s body, but the dissipating trend showed no signs of slowing, rather with his intervention became more turbulent!

Li Tianwen said solemnly aside: "Brother Beicang, don’t waste your efforts. This is not an ordinary injury... it sure was Dongling Marquis’s casual finger earlier, secretly planting some exceedingly vicious hidden hand! On the surface it appeared to only harm Divine Soul, but in truth it had locked the lifeblood, when the time comes, or when triggered by power, it silently claims lives!"

"Jiang Ning—!!" Beicang King suddenly raised his head, eyes bloodshot, killing intent bursting forth as substance, raising dust within a ten-foot radius.

He stared hard in Jiang Ning’s direction, teeth grinding with a crunch: "I shall not coexist with you under the same sky!"

Just as he was roaring, the Princely Heir in his arms lightly twitched, the last trace of vitality like a candle in the wind, quietly extinguishing.

That chest which originally held weak breaths, finally returned to tranquility.

Beicang King stood frozen in place.

He slowly lowered his head, staring at his son’s rapidly gray face, feeling that body rapidly turning cold and light.

This young man who was full of life moments before, had now become a corpse.

"Cheng’er... Cheng’er!!" Beicang King let out a beast-like low roar, his body trembling, tears streaming uncontrollably.