Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

Chapter 732 Riding a horse through the capital, witnessing the true form of the Martial Saint!
Tai Chi Hall.

The golden blood disappeared onto the yellow talisman paper until it vanished.

Following Xiao Wuque's instructions, Jiang Ning then affixed the golden talisman to his forehead.

Between breaths.

The yellow talisman disappeared in front of the eyebrows.

"Close your eyes and focus your gaze inward, peering into your spiritual platform." Xiao Wuque's voice rang in Jiang Ning's ears.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.

Then he saw a yellow talisman floating above his soul in his spiritual platform.

Jiang Ning slowly opened his eyes.

"Lord Dongling, did you see that just now?" Xiao Wuque asked.

“I saw it!” Jiang Ning nodded.

Xiao Wuque said, "That Dao Ancestor talisman has recorded your aura. When you encounter a great crisis, it will be passively activated, reflecting time and space, allowing you to instantly return to your peak state. With this item, you can be protected from any injury for the duration of a cup of tea."

"This power originating from the Dao Ancestor level, even after the test of time, should be unbreakable by anyone in the world today except for my master personally taking action!"

Hearing these words, Jiang Ning felt a sense of peace.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he can reach his absolute peak condition, and even when facing the strongest enemy, he can come up with many ways to save his life.

Just now.

Another beam of light flashed in Xiao Wuque's hand.

As the light faded, a small white jade pendant appeared in Xiao Wuque's hand.

On the jade plaque, flashes of silver light occasionally appeared, blurring the vision for a moment.

Jiang Ning's gaze sharpened as he looked at the unusual phenomenon appearing on the jade tablet.

That's the smell of spatial fluctuations.

"This is a small teleportation talisman! If you encounter danger, you only need to crush it, and it will instantly send you thousands of miles away! This power originating from space is unstoppable in this world except for a special group of strong individuals!" Xiao Wuque added.

Then he handed the white jade tablet to Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning took the white jade token from Xiao Wuque's hand, and his confidence immediately increased.

With these two treasures in hand, he could save both of his lives.

In this way, even if he were to serve as the Inspector of Zeshan Prefecture, the crisis wouldn't be too great.

Moreover, he was confident that he could enter the ranks of the first-grade Hunyuan Realm in a short period of time.

At that time, I will be among the best in the world and will have nothing to fear.

"Lord Dongling, these two items, if used together, are enough to save your life and allow you to escape far away. Would that be considered sincere?" Xiao Wuque asked.

"Thank you, Lord Xiao!" Jiang Ning bowed and expressed his gratitude.

The jade pendant in his hand flashed with light and then disappeared into his mustard leaf.

"There's one more thing I need to ask you," Xiao Wuque said.

“Please speak, Lord Xiao,” Jiang Ning said.

"My teacher wants to meet you! I wonder if you are interested?" Xiao Wuque asked.

"But...the real body?" Jiang Ning asked.

Xiao Wuque nodded slowly.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Ning's gaze sharpened.

It is not the spirit body of the Martial Saint, but the true body of the Martial Saint, the real Martial Saint I have seen!

After only a moment of contemplation, he nodded, his eyes gleaming.

"Of course I'm willing!"

"Alright! After your horse parade through the streets is over, I'll take you to see your teacher. He'd love to see you too!" Xiao Wuque said.

"Okay!" Jiang Ning nodded.

He had already made up his mind.

The fact that the Martial Saint saw himself could not possibly be a bad thing.

After all, we had met once before.

Moreover, given that person's strength and malice towards him, he currently has absolutely no ability to resist.

After all, he was someone who could kill Fu Yuan Shengjun with just two punches.

Moreover, it was a spiritual body.

As he pondered this, a middle-aged man with a slender face, delicate features, and a beard reaching his abdomen stepped out.

"Lord Dongling, please follow me to the Chongming Hall!"

"Please lead the way, Vice Minister Zhang!" Jiang Ning said.

"Please!" The handsome and slender-faced Vice Minister Zhang, with a beard reaching his abdomen, bowed.

A corner inside the hall.

A handsome man watched Jiang Ning and the Vice Minister leave in silence.

"Young Prince, didn't we just say we'd make him lose face in court?" a general beside him said.

"Even if my father, the King of Northern Cang, were here, he wouldn't be so foolish as to provoke a second-grade Grandmaster of this age," the handsome man said calmly.

"So, the young prince just gave up like that?" asked the general beside him.

"No rush!" The handsome man shook his head. "When Ji Minghao is in enough trouble, he will naturally think of me! Besides, with my father, the King of Beicang, in charge of the military, what woman can't I have? Even if Ji Mingyue doesn't belong to me now, it doesn't mean she won't belong to me in the future!"

"What does the young prince mean?" the general asked.

"Don't be fooled by the fact that this Marquis of Dongling is currently enjoying unparalleled prominence. The tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind! He has not only been granted a title and fiefdom, but he has also been appointed as the Inspector of Zeshan Prefecture! If the Inspector of Zeshan Prefecture can be attacked once, then he can be attacked twice." The handsome man spoke calmly.

Then he added, "His death is imminent! When that time comes, whichever prince ascends the throne, I only need to persuade my father to support him, and he will naturally send Ji Mingyue to my residence."

the other side.

Jiang Ning had just stepped across the threshold of the Taiji Hall when his steps suddenly stopped.

"My lord, what's wrong?" Vice Minister Zhang asked.

"It's nothing!" Jiang Ning shook his head lightly.

After leaving the Taiji Hall, I walked a few more steps.

Jiang Ning suddenly asked, "Lord Zhang, how much do you know about the King of Beicang?"

Upon hearing this, Vice Minister Zhang felt a pang of anxiety.

After a moment's thought, he spoke: "The King of Beicang and the King of Zhenbei are known as the two great kings of the north. The northern barbarians have been harassing the northern territory of our Great Xia for years. These two kings are the two great barriers standing in the north!"

"It can be said that as long as these two princes are in power, there will be no major trouble in the north."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning immediately nodded.

"In that case, the Northern Cang King holds a very high position in the Great Xia."

“Extremely high!” Minister Zhang continued, “Among the various princes, there are also differences in strength. The Prince of Beicang is among the strongest princes. He fought his way out from the ranks and rose rapidly. Although he is now old, he is still very powerful and is one of the strongest in the court. Moreover, he has 100,000 Tianxiong soldiers under his command.”

Jiang Ning asked, "In the struggle among the princes, whose side is he currently supporting?"

Upon hearing Jiang Ning's blunt words, even Zhang, a high-ranking official of the second rank in the imperial court, couldn't help but tremble.

"My lord, these words must not be spoken, especially not in the palace! There are many eyes and ears here; one day, whatever you say might be sent to the Imperial Study!"

Hearing that Zhang Shilang's heartbeat quickened because of his words, he couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

A high-ranking official's heart raced with tension simply because of a comment like that.

At that moment, he was overwhelmed with emotion.

Without sufficient strength and confidence, one cannot be at ease.

Once a second-rank official is stripped of his official hat, he has nothing left.

In this way, they naturally feared the emperor's might as much as a tiger.

He shook his head inwardly.

They didn't ask any further questions.

Because I know that there's no point in asking any further questions.

Chongming Hall.

A procession of honor drove out of Chongming Hall.

At this moment, Jiang Ning was riding a tall white horse, the horse was draped with red silk, and he was dressed in a red scholar's robe, with a golden roc spreading its wings and flying high on his chest, and a golden seal hanging at his waist.

Bathed in the morning sun, the Golden-Winged Roc gained an added touch of divine charm.

"The newly crowned martial arts champion parades through the streets on horseback!" With a loud shout, the Imperial Guards lined up on both sides, their swords and halberds like a forest, reflecting the golden morning light.

The music officials played music, and the sounds of sheng, xiao, drums, and se resounded through the sky.

Behind them were Mingxin, Wan Jianyi, and other martial arts graduates riding white horses, while attendants rode fine horses carrying fans, canopies, and ceremonial regalia.

Looking at the tall figure in front of him, Wan Jianyi felt a sudden sense of powerlessness.

By now, he has come to fully understand that the gap between him and Jiang Ning is not even in the same league.

Marquis of Dongling was appointed as the Inspector of Zeshan Prefecture.

In every respect, he is a figure at the very top of the pyramid.

Moreover, Jiang Ning is much younger than him.

As time goes by, as long as neither of them dies prematurely, the gap between them will only widen infinitely.

At that moment, all his pride vanished.

He understood that even in his own time, he was an exceptional prodigy among the younger generation.

But compared to the peerless genius of Jiangning, who has dominated for millennia, it is like a mayfly looking at the blue sky.

The procession passed through the Meridian Gate on the imperial road, with clusters of flowers placed along the way.

Officials from the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Justice, and the Ministry of Works lined up along the route to greet them.

"Sprinkling flowers! Sprinkling flowers!"

An official from the Ministry of Rites shouted, and thousands of flower petals suddenly rained down from the pavilions on both sides.

Peonies, crabapples, and osmanthus blossoms fluttered down like rain, landing on Jiang Ning's shoulders before being swept away by the wind into the long street.

The imperial road instantly transformed into a magnificent river, with horses' hooves crushing fallen petals and leaving behind a faint fragrance of dust.

Continuing onward, they headed towards Duanmen Gate, where a large number of lower-ranking officials stood solemnly watching.

On this day, Jiang Ning rode his horse to the capital. Along the way, crowds of people flocked to him, all eager to catch a glimpse of the new top scholar.

It's noon now.

Jiang Ning appeared at the Martial Saint's Mansion.

"Lord Xiao!" Upon seeing Xiao Wuque's appearance, Jiang Ning stood up and bowed.

“I was planning to go find you, but I didn’t expect Marquis Dongling to come here first!” Xiao Wuque said.

"I am eager to meet the Martial Saint if I have the chance!" Jiang Ning said.

"In that case, let's set off!" Xiao Wuque said, then added, "Are we having lunch?"

Jiang Ning shook his head: "I'm not eating!"

"Then—let's go!!" The voice echoed in the room, but Xiao Wuque's figure had already disappeared.

next moment.

Jiang Ning moved and disappeared from the room.

Above the capital.

Two figures streaked through the air at a speed as fast as a startled swan, already reaching a speed that could easily break the sound barrier, yet without causing the slightest disturbance.

Seeing Jiang Ning's blurry figure, Xiao Wuque couldn't help but glance at Jiang Ning a few more times.

But I wasn't surprised.

Because during yesterday's martial arts examination, when Jiang Ning attempted to break through Mingxin's defense with his swordsmanship, he could tell that Jiang Ning's swordsmanship was extremely profound.

It has already touched upon the essence of space.

Such mastery not only makes swordsmanship mysterious and unpredictable, but also has a great effect on movement techniques.

Jiang Ning followed behind.

After an incense stick had burned, the two stopped atop a mountain peak that resembled the tip of a sword.

"Is this the place?" Jiang Ning asked, stopping at the top of the mountain.

"That's about right!" Xiao Wuque nodded and continued, "Now that our teacher is in a secluded cave, if we want to see him, he will have to take the initiative to pull us in."

next moment.

Xiao Wuque looked up.

"teacher!!"

He looked up and shouted.

The sound seemed to be gathered by an invisible force, heading straight for the sky above, rather than spreading in all directions.

After three breaths.

Jiang Ning's gaze sharpened.

He felt an invisible wave falling from the sky above his head.

In an instant, the wave enveloped the two of them.

Then, the surrounding void began to distort.

This feeling reminded Jiang Ning once again of the sensation of entering Shangyang Cave.

Then his vision blurred for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again...

Then they saw two people arrive in front of a thatched hut.

"Let's go! The teacher should be inside!" Xiao Wuque said.

As he spoke, he took two steps forward and then pushed open the half-closed wooden door.

"Teacher!!" he said immediately, his tone becoming respectful.

Upon hearing this title, Jiang Ning couldn't help but feel curious.

He took two steps forward as his vision cleared.

Suddenly, I saw an elderly man with a full head of white hair sitting on a marble bench, his back bent.

Although he was sitting on a marble bench, he could tell the moment he saw the old man that he wasn't very tall.

I was immediately taken aback.

"Young friend, are you very disappointed?!" The old man looked up at Jiang Ning and said with a smile.

"No! The boy was simply momentarily lost in thought upon seeing the Martial Saint's true form!" Jiang Ning said.

"Dishonesty!" The old man slowly poured tea into the teacup in front of him, and then said, "You are too shallow. You have come to my territory. How can you hide anything?"

"Teacher!! Your territory!!! Did you succeed?!" Xiao Wuque's eyes widened in surprise.

"It was just a casual remark! I'm not going to succeed!" The old man shook his head and continued, "Right now, I'm just relying on the special characteristics of this blessed land to survive for a few more days!"

"Teacher, even with your abilities, you couldn't succeed?" Xiao Wuque said in disbelief.

"Sit down and talk!" The old man gestured for the two of them to sit down first.

Jiang Ning then took a seat, his gaze falling on the cup in front of him.

A thin green leaf floated on the clear tea, resembling a flat boat.

Xiao Wuque then sat down as well.

"No one can truly resist the power of the river of time! Even if I were invincible for a lifetime, I would still be nothing more than a hunched old man in the face of such power!" the old man said.

Then he slowly raised the cup of tea, took a small sip, and relaxed his brows and eyes.

"You two should try some! This is really good stuff!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning turned his attention back to the tea.

He then picked up the teacup and slowly took a sip.

As the tea entered his stomach, he immediately saw the ice and snow melting, the grass and trees growing wildly, and all things vying for attention.

His eyes remained closed, and Xiao Wuque's exclamation came from the side.

"Teacher, this tea actually contains such a powerful life force!"

Jiang Ning opened his eyes and saw the look of amazement on Xiao Wuque's face.

"This tea is good stuff. If you two drink this, it will add at least three to five years to your lives!" the old man said.

"Then what about you, teacher?" Xiao Wuque opened his mouth.

The old man shook his head: "I am different from you. I have reached the bottleneck of my life, reached the upper limit. No matter how strong the life energy is, it will be difficult to prolong my life."

"The fact that I can still eke out a living is somewhat thanks to this tea."

As he spoke, the old man took another small sip, his brows and eyes becoming more relaxed, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to lessen slightly at that moment.

(End of this chapter)