Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1412 - 248: Eight Hundred Years Later, This Name Will Still Be Remembered! (Part 2)
Rumble——
Suddenly, the rumbling grew louder.
A bolt of lightning exploded overhead.
It was the collision of two clouds.
At this moment, the drumstick in Jiang Ning’s hand did not slow down at all; instead, it swung with even more vigor.
With each swing of the stick, the muscles in his arms could be seen tightening.
Watching Jiang Ning in the center of the training ground, the Princess couldn’t help but wipe her mouth.
"Shiqi, we are sisters; we must meet more often!"
"Second Sister, you know I’m a bit of a loner and not fond of socializing," Ji Mingyue said warily.
"As your elder sister, I must get closer to Shiqi. How can I watch Shiqi remain so solitary?" The Princess said.
"Second Sister, you’re making me feel a bit unfamiliar!"
"Shiqi, you’re overthinking. I just feel we haven’t been close enough before, making our sisterly bond seem distant!"
"..."
As the two conversed, the drumbeats in the center of the training ground reverberated even more powerfully in all directions.
The drumbeats thundered, each one stronger than the last.
The world grew darker and darker.
At this moment, Jiang Ning also felt that the Kui Niu Drum seemed to be coming alive.
Gradually, it was no longer a dead object but a mythical beast standing before him.
The drumbeats grew louder, spreading throughout the Royal Capital.
At this moment, everyone in the Royal Capital knew the Kui Niu Drum was being sounded.
This year’s new Martial Champion had emerged.
...
The National Master Mansion.
"Brother Li, do you think it could be Ah Ning?"
"It must be him, absolutely him!" Jiang Li nodded heavily.
"Does Brother Li have such faith in Ah Ning?" Liu Wanwan laughed.
"Of course, little brother told me that this year’s Martial Champion would certainly belong to him!"
...
Rumble rumble——
Thunder spread from the training ground, rolling across the sky over the Royal Capital.
Black clouds gathered, and the sky darkened.
Crack——
Suddenly, two masses of black clouds collided, and a bolt of lightning instantly split the sky, illuminating the heavens and earth.
"Heavens! This year’s new Martial Champion caused such a commotion!!"
"Who could it be?"
"It must be Wan Jianyi from the Sword Pavilion of Bashu! He’s the first on the Heavenly List."
"It can’t possibly be him!"
"Why not?"
"To beat the Champion Drum to such a phenomenon requires a Martial Champion with an extremely powerful body and overwhelming Qi-Blood! Though Wan Jianyi is first on the Heavenly List, his strength lies in the Sword Dao, not the physical body!"
"If not him, then who?"
"Who else could it be? It must be Mingxin, the Buddha’s son from Vajra Temple! It’s rumored that Mingxin’s Vajra Immortal Body has already reached an extraordinary level, and with the support of the Immovable Wisdom King Body, Mingxin’s physical body must be extraordinarily formidable!"
"..."
Crack——
Another silver flash split the sky, interrupting countless conversations.
Suddenly.
Boom——
There was a thunderous roar, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, its point of impact being the training ground.
"Heavenly Thunder descends; this is the descent of Heavenly Thunder!!" someone exclaimed incredulously.
"Body Refining by Thunder and Lightning, the last time was over five hundred years ago!" someone muttered, eyes wide and expression dazed.
...
In the training ground.
The lightning descended, pouring into the training ground, and in an instant, engulfed the figure there.
On the high platform to the north, everyone gazed at the falling lightning, their eyes wide.
"To actually invoke Heavenly Thunder for body refining, it was thought that his strength lay in the elusive Sword Dao, yet his physical body is so formidable!" General Shen, full of rugged beard, said with a far-seeing gaze.
"Mr. Jiu, do you think this Martial Champion is worthy of Shiqi?" the man on the dragon throne asked the man in white beside him.
"Worthy!" the man in white replied calmly, "In over eight hundred years, this individual stands unmatched in talent and insight!"
"Mr. Jiu holds such a high opinion of this person?!" There was a slight wave in the man’s tone on the dragon throne.
"He deserves such a high evaluation!" said the man in white.
"What makes Mr. Jiu so valued this person?" asked the man on the dragon throne.
"The new Martial Champion is inherently a prodigy of our era! At such a young age, he has already stepped into the Second Grade Great Grandmaster Realm!"
"Second Grade Great Grandmaster?!!" The man’s face on the dragon throne instantly showed surprise, his sallow face revealing a look of disbelief, "Mr. Jiu, could you be mistaken?"
"Although he hides it well, his every breath subtly resonates with the rhythm of Heaven and Earth, how could I be wrong!" said the man in white and blue.
Upon hearing this, the man on the dragon throne glanced at the rugged General Shen not far away.
He moved his lips slightly and sent a voice transmission.
Simultaneously.
General Shen, full of rugged beard, heard the Emperor Ning’s voice, turned his head towards the direction of the dragon throne.
Although the starlight-covered mysterious gauze blocked the view, he could feel at this moment the man on the dragon throne was looking at him.
"Holy Emperor, what Mr. Jiu said is indeed correct, this Lord Jiang has indeed entered the Second Grade Great Grandmaster Realm!" he transmitted back.
"It is indeed true!!" Hearing both affirmations, the man’s heart on the dragon throne could not help but feel secretly shocked.
Second Grade Great Grandmaster, he knew what an extraordinary achievement it was.
This required the Imperial Family and court to offer marquis status and land to win him over.
"At this young age, to have reached this step, if given enough time to grow, could he truly replicate his achievements in the future??"
Thinking of that figure who dominated the world for more than eight hundred years, undefeated all over the land for over eight centuries, his gaze became profoundly deep.
To the world, this figure was the cornerstone of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Sea-Calming Divine Needle, the central figure of the eight-hundred-year history of the Great Xia Court.
But he understood, this figure not only suppressed the world for over eight hundred years but also suppressed the Ji Clan for the same amount of time.
This figure caused the imperial power to wane, and for over eight hundred years, the Ji Clan never had absolute say.
Nowadays, the most powerful institutions were neither established by the royal family nor set up by the court, but rather founded by the Martial Saint Mansion.
Martial Arts Garden, Academy, Tao Palace.
These three institutions trained countless strong individuals and Grandmasters over more than eight centuries.
These figures held positions all across the court departments.
The Inspection Office now stands above all else, with power over life and death of local officials.
For eighty-three years, he had seen many painful points but couldn’t change them.
That mountain not only suffocated the sects under the heavens and all the Cave Heaven Blessed Lands but also suffocated him and the Ji family.
Though the world bore the Ji name, he understood, as long as that figure lived, the world would never bear the Ji name.
At this moment, countless thoughts churned in his mind.
His gaze became exceptionally deep.
But beneath the starlight-covered mysterious gauze, no one saw this scene.
Rumble——
Another thunderous roar echoed across the heavens.
The pitch-black clouds continued to converge, and a bolt of lightning cascaded down from the collision of clouds, pouring into the center of the training ground.
Boom!
Then another.
Boom!
One after another, they fell.
Shaking the heavens and trembling the Royal Capital as if it were shaking.
Countless eyes focused on this scene.
"Eight hundred years later, the world will still remember this day!" Ji Minghao muttered, gazing at the dazzling lightning cascading down.
"Eighth brother, congratulations! You have a great brother-in-law!" Fifth Prince Ji Mingyuan said.
"Fifth brother is joking! Shiqi is my sister, and also yours!" Ji Minghao said, feeling the eyes on him.
At the same time.
Mingxin and Wan Jianyi also watched the scene in the center of the training ground.
At this moment, Wan Jianyi’s expression grew even more complex.
No one knew what he was thinking.
Suddenly.
He sighed deeply.
The sound was filled with various emotions, difficult to interpret.
But Mingxin felt a sense of resonance at this moment.
On the other side.
On the Martial Student stand.
Everyone couldn’t help but take steps back one after another.
Afraid of being touched by the descending lightning.
"To live in the same era as him is both a blessing and a sorrow!" Xu Sansheng’s tone was filled with longing.
"We are the prodigies of this age, yet compared to him, we are like mayflies before the vast sky!" Zhang Ming sighed deeply.
"Eight hundred years later, the world will still mention his name, while we’ll have long vanished into the rolling river of history, stirring not a ripple!" another person said, filled with sentiment.
"Can such a character reach that ultimate step?" someone asked.
The martial students were silent for a moment.
"Difficult! Difficult!! Difficult!!!" One exclaimed thrice, then slowly shook his head.
"We are the prodigies of the present era; he is the prodigy of the vast historical river, while that person is the heaven dominating the river of history!"
