Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Previously, it seemed impossible for anyone in this world to completely destroy his current Primordial Spirit.

At the Immortal stage of Primordial Spirit, with Yin Yang as the foundation, going through nine changes of Profound Light, it is a top-notch Immortal Foundation; who in this world could match it?

As for the latter, it is even more difficult.

The Vajra Immortal Body, coupled with Black Dragon Swallowing Whale, has progressed so far beyond Perfection, along with the presence of the Great Sun Divine Body.

His physical strength has entirely surpassed the realm of Martial Arts First Grade.

And the complete mastery of the Authority over flesh and blood, used by him, allows him to instantly recover to peak condition, no matter how severe the injury.

Therefore, even facing Ji Xuan at this moment, whose aura was continuously rising, Ji Xuan, who had held back slightly before, he remained fearless in his heart.

"It seems the Dongling Marquis was also holding back just now!" Ji Xuan suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"So was the Bingjian King!" Jiang Ning replied.

Just as the two were about to make a move, a voice came through.

"Stop it, all of you."

The voice seemed to descend from beyond the heavens, echoing above Chengqian Palace and resonating deeply within everyone’s heart.

With the appearance of this voice.

Ji Xuan’s continuously rising aura abruptly halted and then stopped growing.

"It’s him!!"

"He... has indeed come forth!!"

Upon hearing this voice, Ji Xuan sighed inwardly, knowing he could only stop here today.

The next moment.

A figure silently appeared at the center of the ruined Chengqian Palace.

Extremely abrupt, without any trace of arrival, as if this person had always been here, positioned between Jiang Ning and Ji Xuan.

The figure was enveloped in a layer of hazy white light, radiant, causing everyone who looked to involuntarily squint their eyes slightly.

The hazy yet dazzling white light perfectly obscured his form and face, only a vague outline of a humanoid shape could be discerned.

Standing there, without any overbearing aura outpouring, yet seemingly becoming the center of all existence.

The shattered palace bricks, swirling dust, and chaotic energies of heaven and earth were calmed by an invisible and vast power at his appearance.

The arriving person was precisely the Martial Saint Spirit Body.

Still covered in white light as he was in the court hall, transcendent, untouched by dust.

"Greetings, Martial Saint!" Ji Xuan respectfully saluted.

"Greetings, Elder!" Jiang Ning followed with a salute.

"Greetings, Master..." Li Tianwen also quickly bowed.

The rest all felt a chill in their hearts, snapped back to reality, and bowed towards the Martial Saint Spirit Body.

Ji Xuan at this moment retracted all his aura, displaying a respectful demeanor.

The Primordial Spirit phantom behind Jiang Ning had also dissipated, containing its Profound Light.

"I saw everything just moments ago!" The Martial Saint said indifferently.

"May the Martial Saint instruct us!" Ji Xuan slightly lowered his head, retracting all his sharpness.

The Martial Saint Spirit Body did not immediately respond but swept his gaze across the scene, across Ji Minghao and Ji Mingyuan.

"The struggle for the throne concerns the national foundation, it is originally a matter of the imperial family, an internal affair of the Ji Clan. I didn’t wish to interfere, nor did I want to manage it! But this time, things have gone too far."

Following these words, Ji Minghao and Ji Mingyuan’s faces turned deathly pale.

At this moment, as the Martial Saint’s gaze passed over them, they felt that they had no secrets left in their hearts.

All their actions and intentions were completely revealed within that gaze.

"Ji Mingyuan." The Martial Saint’s voice remained calm, continuing, "In your pursuit for the throne, you used unscrupulous means, harmed your kin, bloodstained the halls. Though you possess the demeanor of a powerful figure, you lack the foundation of human ethics, even more, the benevolence a ruler should possess. The Great Xia Kingdom can be entrusted to a capable and assertive ruler, but not to someone who regards kinsmen as expendable and acts without any moral limits. Your path has deviated."

Ji Mingyuan’s face turned as pale as paper, lips trembling, wanting to argue, yet he found himself unable to utter a single word under that vast and abyss-like gaze.

The Beicang King’s Heir behind him was even more terrified, trembling all over, nearly collapsing to the ground.

The Martial Saint’s gaze turned to Ji Minghao: "Ji Minghao, you are overly kind yet indecisive. In times of chaos, merely having benevolence and integrity is insufficient to intimidate all sides and manage your ministers. However, you retain a moral base within your heart, care for family ties, unwilling to use your sister as a bargaining chip. This is the remnants of human nature, and the foundation of a king. Since the Dongling Marquis has named you as the new ruler and holds the Dragon Soaring Order in hand, follow his advice; you shall be the new ruler of the Great Xia."

As the Martial Saint’s words fell, Chengqian Palace fell into dead silence.

Ji Minghao stood in place, seemingly unable to believe his ears.

Originally harboring the resolve to die, unexpectedly things took a sudden turn, with the Martial Saint’s words, he was pushed onto that supreme position.

He opened his mouth, wishing to speak, but only felt his throat dry. Ultimately, he merely bowed deeply, his voice trembling, "Minghao... thanks the Martial Saint for this grace!"

At this moment, Ji Mingyuan seemed struck by lightning, staggering back a few steps, his face colorless.

All his schemes, all his ruthlessness, the strength he gathered with each promise, appeared so laughable and pathetic in front of a few light words from the Martial Saint.

He abruptly raised his head, looking at Ji Xuan, his eyes carrying a last trace of hope and unwillingness.

"Ji Xuan, do you have any objections?" the Martial Saint Spirit Body asked indifferently.

Hearing this, Ji Xuan bowed again to the Martial Saint Spirit Body, "The Martial Saint sees clearly, Ji Xuan... has no objections!"

His voice was steady, but those who knew him could hear a suppressed agitation within it.

Beicang King and the Divine Might King, Li Tianwen, exchanged a glance, each seeing complexity in the other’s eyes.

With the Martial Saint personally setting the tone, there was no room for maneuver.

"What a pity!" Beicang King sighed inwardly.

He knew that since the Martial Saint had set the tone, all previous efforts turned into futile endeavors.

In Great Xia, and even in today’s world, no one could defy the will of the Martial Saint.

This is the absolute authority forged by eight hundred years of being invincible in the world.

Li Tianwen then gave Jiang Ning a deep look.

He knew that everything happened because of this young Dongling Marquis.

If it weren’t for the presence of this Dongling Marquis, let alone palace bloodshed or fratricide, even if all the princes had perished, the Martial Saint would not have paid much attention.

At this moment, Shen Xiao felt as if a heavy stone had fallen from his heart.

His gaze towards Jiang Ning was filled not only with gratitude but also added with a degree of reverence.

He understood that without Jiang Ning suddenly appearing today, fiercely confronting Ji Xuan and holding the Dragon Soaring Order to command legitimacy, the Martial Saint might never have appeared, let alone made such a decision.

The existence of Jiang Ning was the crucial factor that changed today’s outcome.

Beside him, Shen Mengyun looked at Jiang Ning with extreme gratitude.

He knew that without Jiang Ning, today his beloved would have met his demise here, impossible to reach this step or ascend to the throne.

"Brother Jiang, thank you!!!" Ji Minghao’s voice echoed in Jiang Ning’s ears.

He lifted his gaze and saw that Ji Minghao’s eyes were filled with immense gratitude.

"Jiang Ning!" the voice of the Martial Saint sounded once again.

Jiang Ning immediately composed himself, appearing respectful, "Junior is here."

"You’ve done well!" The Martial Saint nodded, expressing approval, then continued, "The Dragon Soaring Order is entrusted to you. This represents the attitude of the Changning Emperor. From now on, you must do your utmost to assist the new ruler, ensuring peace and stability in the world!"

"Yes, Senior!" Jiang Ning replied respectfully.

"The new ruler has been decided, and the remaining trivial matters, you handle them yourselves." The Martial Saint Spirit Body spoke, his gaze sweeping across the crowd and finally landing on Ji Xuan.

"Ji Xuan."

"Junior is here!" Ji Xuan stepped forward, his demeanor respectful.

"You have safeguarded the court for many years with great effort and success. However, in today’s events, you also bear the responsibility of negligence. The struggle for the throne can proceed, but there must be no recklessness, no loss of principles. The Great Xia Royal Family is not your personal domain. Upon your return, reflect behind closed doors. Do not leave your residence unless it concerns national affairs."

"Yes, I accept the order," Ji Xuan bowed and accepted without any argument.

He had long understood the purpose behind the Martial Saint’s appearance.

It was both for Jiang Ning and against him.

He secretly clenched his fists and then quickly released them.

He feared!

Feared the Martial Saint would notice his indignation, feared the Martial Saint would perceive his simmering anger.

But he understood even more clearly that at this moment, there could be no display whatsoever.

Everything must wait until the Martial Saint departs.

By then, he could settle old scores.

The Martial Saint looked towards the Beicang King, "The Northern Territory still needs guarding. Great Xia cannot withstand any more internal strife."

"I understand!" Beicang King responded respectfully to the Martial Saint.

"Tianwen, return and focus on understanding Martial Arts, and refrain from meddling in these matters," the Martial Saint Spirit Body addressed Li Tianwen again.

Li Tianwen shivered all over, then replied respectfully, "Disciple understands!"

Finally, the Martial Saint Spirit Body’s gaze swept over the ruined Chengqian Palace, observing the varied expressions of those present. The hazy white light seemed to ripple slightly.

"The future of Great Xia is in your hands. Act accordingly."

As the words fell, the white light suddenly gathered, and the figure vanished into the air, as silently as it had appeared, as if it had never existed.