Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Chapter 1465 - 275: Spirit Platform Cavern Reflection – Perfection of the True Self Method

Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Chapter 1465 - 275: Spirit Platform Cavern Reflection – Perfection of the True Self Method

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Chapter 1465: Chapter 275: Spirit Platform Cavern Reflection – Perfection of the True Self Method

National Master Mansion.

"Dongling Marquis, why do you think the teacher acted again after a few days?" Li Tianwen asked.

"This move by the Martial Saint is meant to intimidate," Jiang Ning said slowly.

He continued, "The annihilation of Xuan Yuan Blessed Land is a warning! Killing the one in the East Sea is a proclamation! A proclamation that he keeps his word and remains so domineering, he’s backing me!"

Upon hearing Jiang Ning’s analysis, Li Tianwen looked deeply at Jiang Ning.

He already had an answer in his heart.

The answer in his heart coincided exactly with Jiang Ning’s remarks at this moment.

At this moment, the shock swiftly spread like ripples from the East Sea across all Thirty-Six Prefectures of the Great Xia.

All Cave Heaven Blessed Lands, secret legacies, aristocratic families, any force capable of perceiving this battle, were all horrified.

If previously the Martial Saint’s destruction of Xuan Yuan Blessed Land showcased unmatched absolute power and dominance.

Then this time, descending upon the East Sea to vanquish the enemy from miles away, demonstrated his insight into the entire Thirty-Six Prefectures, the range of his power, and his strong and domineering attitude.

He can still act!

Even over the East Sea, he was just as formidable! So swift!

"The one from the East Sea, reportedly from the ’Dragon Palace Great Cave Heaven,’ has extraordinary strength and carries precious treasures, yet couldn’t withstand a single punch!!"

"He’s drawing a red line, the final red line. While he’s alive, any transgressor—death!"

"Is he backing Dongling Marquis Jiang Ning? Or is he attracting our attention through this?"

"..." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

At this moment, many major forces and influential figures were communicating through special means.

More eyes turned towards the direction of the Royal Capital.

...

National Master Mansion.

After a brief exchange with Li Tianwen, Li Tianwen had no mood for further conversation and soon bade farewell to Jiang Ning.

Standing at the entrance of the National Master Mansion, Jiang Ning saw off Divine Might King Li Tianwen.

Looking at the departing figure of Divine Might King, watching the dense clouds overhead and snowflakes falling like cotton.

He knew he would be safe for a while, and no one would choose to make a move at this time.

But the true clouds had not dissipated; instead, they might gather even more because of the Martial Saint’s latest actions.

He clenched the fist hidden in his sleeve, his resolve firming at this moment.

"I must seize the moment!" He then turned to Hong Mian and said, "Miss Hong Mian, unless the sky falls, no visitors; I am going into seclusion."

"Yes, Marquis!!" Hong Mian nodded respectfully to Jiang Ning.

When she looked up again, Jiang Ning’s figure was already gone.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ning had returned to his courtyard.

The sudden battle at the East Sea did not bring him relief; instead, he felt more urgency.

The shock and urgency brought by the East Sea battle had completely transformed into his motivation to perfect his cultivation technique and reach higher realms.

Elsewhere.

Outside the National Master Mansion, at the end of the street.

Li Tianwen glanced back at the direction behind him, pausing his steps: "Teacher, it’s apparent that you favor him just like you did with Junior Brother Xiao, even more so. In him, I see the shadow of Junior Brother from back then! You are still just as biased! You always believe only such geniuses are worthy to walk alongside you, always never think I have a chance to stand by your side!!"

Li Tianwen murmured, yet no sound came out.

Then, he vanished into a shadow and disappeared from the spot.

...

Xisha County.

Beside the wheat field, golden ears of wheat bent the seedlings.

Above was the bright sunshine, in the distance were green mountains reflected in the blue waters.

The river flowed eastward along the white sandy beach.

Compared to Zeshan State’s frigid cold, with heavy snow sealing the mountains.

Xisha County presented a scene as warm as spring, rich in resources.

"Teacher, why hasn’t the Martial Saint, after two consecutive strikes, come here to target us? With his strength, he should be able to suppress us!" a young man carrying an Eight Diagrams Long Sword asked the yellow-robed Taoist.

"There are two possibilities!" The yellow-robed Taoist spoke, glancing at his disciple before continuing, "The first possibility is that in his current state, he may lack confidence in defeating me! Twice he struck resolutely, which might precisely indicate that his current state is not well, unsuitable for prolonged battles! Intimidation outweighs confidence."

"The second possibility is that to him, we are not important."

Upon hearing the second sentence, the young man carrying the Eight Diagrams Long Sword showed a strange expression.

"Teacher, ever since our Yellow Heaven Sect gained momentum, we’ve been unstoppable, sweeping through the Three Prefectures and one County. Given some more time, Nan’an State will be under our control."

The yellow-robed Taoist shook his head, "That’s nothing! In the face of the looming tide that will sweep across Great Xia, we are nothing! The real crisis after the Martial Saint’s death is the Cave Heaven Blessed Lands spread across Thirty-Six Prefectures."

Upon hearing these words, the young man with the Eight Trigrams Sword suddenly had an enlightened expression.

"Teacher, so even now, we still cannot catch the eye of that one?"

"I even think that in his current poor state, he dares not to engage with me! Or it’s unworthy to squander his last strength on me!" Speaking, the yellow-robed Taoist’s face showed faint confidence.

...

National Master Mansion.

A thin ice sheet on the lake reflected the snowy light, the world was in silence after the slaughter.

"Time waits for no one," Jiang Ning whispered softly, sitting cross-legged at the pavilion by the lake, his mind completely focused.

Having reached this point, he was only more than two hundred experience points away from accumulating enough to perfect the cultivation technique of Spirit Platform Grotto Reflection True Self Method.

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