Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1369 - 227: Second Grade Grandmaster, Jiang Ning!
National Master Mansion.
Jiang Ning was gulping down the Six Harmonies Lotus Seed Porridge.
"How is it?" Su Qingying asked only when she saw Jiang Ning put down the spoon.
"It’s quite good!" Jiang Ning nodded.
Threads of Pure Qi circulated within his body, being rapidly assimilated by it.
A ray of golden light pierced through the clouds, landing on the table in front of the two.
At this moment, Su Qingying’s eyes shifted slightly, then she looked towards the entrance of the National Master Mansion.
"My lord, the Eighth Prince Ji Minghao is here!"
"The Eighth Prince?" Jiang Ning slightly turned his head, looked towards the entrance of the National Master Mansion, and his Divine Thought unfolded, instantly seeing Ji Minghao in luxurious clothing standing at the entrance.
Before Ji Minghao was still the maid of the National Master Mansion who had previously guided him.
At this moment, the maid slightly turned her head towards their direction, as if awaiting instructions or listening.
"My lord, the Eighth Prince is here to see you. Shall we meet him?" Su Qingying asked Jiang Ning.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning pondered for a moment and then nodded.
"Let’s meet him!"
"Alright!" Su Qingying nodded.
On the other side.
In front of the National Master Mansion gate.
The maid nodded slightly towards Jiang Ning and Su Qingying’s direction, then looked at Ji Minghao.
"Eighth Prince, please follow me!"
...
Inside the bamboo house.
"I’ll go change my clothes!" Su Qingying stood up, adjusted her loose collar, and spoke.
"Alright!" Jiang Ning nodded.
Seeing Su Qingying walking barefoot towards the room where the two slept.
After several dozen breaths.
Su Qingying appeared before him once more.
In a black and white, well-tailored long robe.
Once the clothes were changed, her demeanor instantly transformed, resembling a Daoist priest with an air of immortality.
"I used to think you didn’t look like a State Preceptor! But now, in this outfit, you truly have the aura of one!" Jiang Ning praised.
"In front of others, it’s just a matter of maintaining a certain image!" Su Qingying said.
Jiang Ning nodded in response.
With a few mouthfuls, he finished the Six Harmonies Lotus Seed Porridge in front of him, then wiped his mouth and stood up.
"Let’s go! To welcome the Eighth Prince!"
"Yes, my lord!" Su Qingying replied respectfully.
...
A moment later.
In the bamboo forest.
Led by a young maid, a young man in luxurious attire appeared within the sight of Jiang Ning and Su Qingying.
Seeing Ji Minghao’s appearance, Jiang Ning stepped forward, while Su Qingying followed closely behind, half a body length behind.
Seeing this scene, a gleam flashed in Ji Minghao’s eyes.
As a member of the Imperial Family, he could instantly perceive the deep meaning contained within the etiquette and norms.
"In the National Master Mansion, the State Preceptor is secondary, but he is the main figure?!!"
In an instant, Ji Minghao’s heart surged with waves.
Then he smiled, suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart.
"I have met the great State Preceptor!!" He first saluted Su Qingying.
Seeing Su Qingying slightly nod her delicate chin, he then looked towards Jiang Ning.
"Brother Jiang!"
"I have met the Eighth Prince!" Jiang Ning cupped his hands.
"Brother Jiang, there’s no need to be so formal. We will soon be family!" Ji Minghao laughed heartily, bridging the distance, easing the awkward atmosphere of their long-separation.
Upon hearing this, a vivid smile of Ji Mingyue flashed through Jiang Ning’s mind, and he smiled slightly without refuting.
"Eighth Prince, please have a seat first!" Jiang Ning gestured with his hand.
Ahead, in the bamboo forest, was a set of stone tables and benches.
Ji Minghao nodded.
Subsequently, the three walked towards the stone table.
After taking just two steps, Ji Minghao covertly observed Su Qingying’s demeanor and actions out of the corner of his eye.
As he observed quietly, he became increasingly surprised.
From her demeanor and actions, he was more assured that Su Qingying and Jiang Ning were in a subordinate relationship.
Jiang Ning was the principal, Su Qingying the subordinate.
"How was this achieved?" A puzzled thought rose in his mind.
But as the three took their seats, he quietly suppressed the doubts in his heart.
"I wonder what brings the Eighth Prince to see me?" Jiang Ning began.
After Ji Minghao had knocked on the National Master Mansion’s door and stated his intentions, Jiang Ning already knew through Su Qingying that Ji Minghao’s purpose in coming today was to find him, rather than this Great Xia State Preceptor beside him.
"Linyuan Small Gathering! I wonder if Brother Jiang has heard of it?" Ji Minghao spoke.
"Linyuan Small Gathering?" Jiang Ning showed a look of surprise.
"It seems Brother Jiang is not aware!" Ji Minghao smiled, then continued, "In a couple of days, it will be the Martial Arts Examination. Before that, in previous years, the Eldest Prince would generally initiate a gathering, inviting those whose fame is the highest to join!"
"In recent years, because my brother has been in a coma, it is slightly different. We, the brothers, have jointly initiated it, inviting those like Brother Jiang to participate."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning immediately understood the purpose of the Linyuan Small Gathering.
The people with the highest renown represent the young geniuses of their generation.
As a prince, he must also get acquainted with these leading figures of the younger generation, forming friendships early on.
"I wonder if Brother Jiang is interested in attending the Linyuan Small Gathering tonight!" As he spoke, Ji Minghao pulled out a gilded invitation from his sleeve.
He continued, "There will be spiritual wine, spirit fruit, demon beast barbecue, and other delicious treats at that time."
Hearing the latter part, Jiang Ning’s eyes instantly lit up, and he reached out to accept the gilded invitation Ji Minghao handed over.
"Since the Eighth Prince has spoken, naturally I must go! It’s also a good chance to see the world, to see those so-called genius figures of my generation."
Upon hearing this, Ji Minghao smiled.
"Brother Jiang won’t see any geniuses of your generation!"
"Those people, even the youngest among them will be much older than Brother Jiang!"
...
A moment later.
Jiang Ning stood up as Ji Minghao rose.
"You stay here! Wait for me!" Seeing Su Qingying follow along, Jiang Ning spoke up.
