Lend Me Another Thousand Years, and I Will Surely Become a Martial Saint

Dao-Seeking Courtyard.

A gentle breeze carried the unique fragrance of the Enlightenment Tea Tree, making Ning Qi feel even more comfortable. In the distance, the White Ape was diligently cultivating. Ever since he shone brightly in the assessment that day, he had been cultivating even harder.

Although cultivation is not for showing off in front of others, appropriately displaying oneself can indeed make cultivation more motivating.

Ning Qi flipped through the book in his hands.

He reads very quickly, and he can tell at a glance whether a book is useful to him. He will only pause slightly if there are some essential parts that he can apply to his own reading, but even then it doesn't take much time.

He would wave his hand from time to time, and a book would float over.

In the distance, there is a small mountain of books.

This is Ning Qi's readership for today.

After reading it, the White Ape will go to the Scripture Pavilion to get Ning Qi a new batch.

Ning Qi was engrossed in watching.

"A Swordsman's Travelogue? This is the account of a Celestial Person Realm swordsman from the Sword-Questioning Pavilion who traveled through the Great Flame for sixty years. On his journey westward into the desert, he encountered a massive storm that blotted out the sky and swallowed up light and shadow. Witnessing the immense power of heaven and earth, he realized he was as insignificant as an ant..."

He carefully contemplated the details, feeling as if he were actually there.

For the people of the Sword-Questioning Pavilion, this might just be a special experience of their predecessors. They wouldn't even read such classics much. At most, some disciples would just read them in their spare time as a way to relax.

Many of these classic texts are travelogues and autobiographies, which the Sword- Sword-Questioning Pavilion did not value highly. This time, they sent them all in one package, without even making many copies.

However, for Ning Qi, this was an excellent way to enrich his own knowledge and experience, allowing him to indirectly comprehend the myriad phenomena of the world and reap great rewards.

He extracted the essence from it and continuously absorbed the nutrients for growth.

Now, he only needs to spend some time each day God Forging, and his cultivation is actually easier than when he broke through from the Jade Liquid Realm to the Yuan Pill Realm. He has more time to comprehend the Dao and create new techniques.

"Observations from a sea voyage..."

"Speculation on Mutant Beast..."

Books were scanned one by one.

Sudden.

Ning Qi paused, his gaze settling on the book in his hand.

"The Legend of Jianghe"

Interest gleamed in his eyes.

He had previously entered the Sword Tower and learned that the Sword Intent comprehended by the founder of the Sword-Questioning Pavilion was called the River Sword Intent. After further investigation, he discovered that this exceptionally talented founder had later changed his name to Wu Jianghe.

"Is this his autobiography?"

Ning Qi opened it.

He immediately knew that his guess was true.

His interest grew even stronger.

As you turn the pages and look closely, you realize that this autobiography only records a part of Wu Jianghe's life.

"From his unremarkable beginnings in martial arts to his gradual rise after initially condensing the River Sword Intent, this text records some of Wu Jianghe's experiences during this period. However, it mainly consists of trivial daily life events and some reflections on life, which seem somewhat immature. As for his insights into Sword Dao, there are very few. No wonder the Sword-Questioning Pavilion categorized it as one of the neglected collections."

Ning Qi estimated that after all these years, some people in the Sword-Questioning Pavilion might not even remember this autobiography.

"However, it's also clear from this that Wu Jianghe is a late bloomer. Although his daily routines are mundane, it's not hard to see some good habits in them. The Sword-Questioning Pavilion is truly blind to his talent."

Ning Qi shook his head slightly.

Even if this book doesn't record any insights into Sword Dao, someone who is willing to study it carefully can still gain something. It can only be said that the efforts of the founder of the Sword-Questioning Pavilion have been wasted. This also shows that the Sword-Questioning Pavilion is actually extremely impetuous. Even if it hasn't offended the True Martial Sect yet, it will offend other powerful figures sooner or later.

He continued watching.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

He turned to the last page.

"If there are any successors, regardless of whether they are from the Sword-Questioning Pavilion or not, it is all due to fate."

Ning Qi frowned slightly, not because of the content itself, but because he sensed an extremely subtle fluctuation between the lines. The more he focused his senses, the more obvious the fluctuation became, and the book "The River Chronicle" seemed to change its appearance in his eyes.

He sat up straight.

A trace of the power of heaven and earth gathered around him, and his Divine Intent surged forth, even causing the White Ape to look over in astonishment.

Ning Qi's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He condensed his Gang Qi in his palm, transforming it into a ball of flame.

Then, the book "The Biography of Jianghe" was enveloped in its contents.

In an instant.

The yellowed pages turned to ashes, but the ashes were not empty; several pages gleaming with silver light appeared, causing Ning Qi's lips to slowly curve into a smile.

His intuition was right!

"This book, 'The Chronicles of Rivers and Lakes,' contains a secret. Unraveling this secret is no easy feat; even ordinary cultivators at the Celestial Perfection Celestial Person Realm might not be able to do it. Only a peerless expert at the peak of the Celestial Person Realm could achieve it. Perhaps even Gu Changhe is slightly lacking in that level. Of course, even if he could sense the extraordinary nature of the last sentence, he wouldn't have the inclination to read such a boring book."

Perhaps some disciples of the Sword-Questioning Pavilion have looked through it before, but they were not qualified to see its true nature.

By a twist of fate, it ended up in Ning Qi's hands.

Ning Qi shook the silver pages in his hand, eagerly anticipating reading them.

His first words gave him a jolt.

"What a pity! What a pity! If I could borrow another thousand years from heaven, how could I not reach the pinnacle of Martial Saint?"

A strong sense of resentment was revealed.

Even the most powerful beings who have Perfection of the Celestial Person can only live for eight hundred years.

"The Martial Saint Martial Saint Technique no longer exists in this world. How difficult it would be for us to recreate it on our own! It would be no less difficult than retracing the path our predecessors walked."

"Our ancestors toiled tirelessly for generations, spending tens of thousands of years to establish the realm of Martial Saint. How can we, in just a few hundred years, possibly achieve the same? Only an unprecedented genius like him can offer even a sliver of hope!"

"I spent five hundred years comprehending the realm of Martial Saint before I finally gained some understanding."

This page is reserved for future reference.

"Remember, if the world is still under the rule of the Great Flame, whoever obtains this page must not speak of it, must not share it with anyone, and must be extremely wary of the Great Flame Martial Saint!!!"

Ning Qi looked at the information left behind.

My heart was in turmoil.

Originally, I just wanted to look for any descriptions of the Martial Saint realm in the many books of the Sword-Questioning Pavilion, but I never expected to learn such amazing news.

He couldn't help but recall the intelligence he had previously obtained from the Prince of Zhenbei.

"The Martial Saint Technique is no longer in existence? Wu Jianghe's warning suggests that the Martial Saint Technique was indeed erased by the Great Flame Martial Saint? Is there someone who doesn't want the Martial Saint to be reborn?"

"The reason we can't participate in the competition with others is because if the Great Flame Martial Saint finds out, he'll nip it in the bud?"

"Then why not simply kill all the experts at the Perfection of the Celestial Person Realm? Wouldn't that cut off their chances of advancing to Martial Saint from the very beginning? Are you afraid that doing it too obviously will cause chaos?"

Ning Qi's eyes were deep and unfathomable.

In a split second, many thoughts crossed his mind.

When the intelligence from the Prince of Zhenbei arrived, he and Daoist Longshan still felt that erasing the Martial Saint's Law should not have been done by the Great Flame Martial Saint. However, the pages left by Wu Jianghe have clearly made Ning Qi hesitate again.

"It seems there must be an invisible hand controlling everything behind the scenes."

"Originally, I thought that if I could reach the Celestial Person Realm one day, I could start dealing with the Demon Sect and the Southern Border. But now it seems that the Celestial Person Realm alone is not enough. Perhaps I need to be stronger, until I reach the Perfection of the Celestial Person Realm, or even glimpse the realm of Martial Saint!"

Ning Qi has already regarded the Great Flame Martial Saint as his hypothetical enemy.

He is now strong enough that he didn't even have to use 20% of his strength when he killed Wenxin Sword. With this as a reference, he feels that no one in the Celestial Person Realm should be his match anymore, or perhaps he can be called invincible in the Celestial Person Realm.

After he advanced to the Celestial Person Realm, he felt he had a chance to fight a Martial Saint.

But that's just his opinion.

He had no idea how strong Martial Saint was, but the Great Flame Martial Saint had lived for so long, he was probably no ordinary Martial Saint.

Therefore, it is best not to reveal oneself until absolute strength is achieved.

Ning Qi took a deep breath.

He understood one thing: the unknown is the most terrifying thing.

"The most important thing next is to figure out just how strong the Martial Saint is. The world is so vast, it's impossible for him to leave not a trace. No matter how much you try to eliminate it, it's impossible to completely erase it. Only by knowing the strength of the Martial Saint can I compare myself to him and have enough confidence."

"If you really can't figure it out, then just keep cultivating until you reach the Martial Saint level! At that point, who cares about the Great Flame Martial Saint, the Southern Frontier of the Demon Sect, or any demons or monsters? I'll crush them all!"

Ning Qi became unusually ruthless, perhaps because the information he had received made him somewhat irritable.

He took a deep breath and composed himself.

"However, there's no need to be too nervous. Eight or nine out of ten of the top ten experts on the Celestial Person Ranking are at the Celestial Person Perfection Realm, plus some hidden old monsters, and they're still alive, which suggests that the situation might not be too serious."

Ning Qi continued looking down.

After Wu Jianghe finished his warning, he went on to give a serious talk about his insights into the Martial Saint.

This founder of the Sword-Questioning Pavilion was also a prodigy; after five hundred years of comprehension, he certainly did not come away empty-handed.

After reading it, Ning Qi's eyes flashed with inspiration.

"The Perfection of Celestial Person means the Perfection of the three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit. The key to Wu Jianghe's realization of stepping into the realm of Martial Saint is to refine the power of heaven and earth for his own use!"

"The reason why the Celestial Person Realm is so powerful is that it can resonate with the power of heaven and earth. However, Wu Jianghe felt that this behavior was actually just going through a veil. To draw an analogy, it's like using guns and cannons to smash people in your past life? Although it's not bad, it doesn't get to the heart of the matter."

"If one could refine the power of heaven and earth into one's body, forming a magical power similar to Gang Qi, then one could truly unleash the power of heaven and earth, and thus truly unleash the power of 'guns and cannons'?"

Ning Qi raced through a series of thoughts in an instant.

There was a note in the text that mentioned receiving the Inheritance of the Azure Edge Sword Saint from Zhuang Chen.

To harness the power of heaven and earth for one's own use.

At that time, Ning Qi had many speculations about the path to advancement to the Martial Saint.

Wu Jianghe's current deduction bears a striking resemblance to this.

It now appears to be the right path, but while the path is correct, there are still many difficulties to overcome.

"But refining the power of heaven and earth into a force that can be freely controlled like Gang Qi is not easy. Wu Jianghe spent five hundred years and only had some clues. He guessed it was related to the three flowers of essence, Qi, and spirit, and made some attempts, but all of them failed."

"However, these experiences are indeed very valuable, as they can save people from many detours. Presumably, the ancestors of the Human Race passed on this knowledge generation after generation in this way, which is how they were able to open up the realm of Martial Saint."

"Unfortunately, things are even more difficult now than before. It seems like some powerful force is controlling everything to prevent the emergence of Martial Saint."

Ordinary people, even those rare geniuses who appear only once in a century or a thousand years, would despair.

But Ning Qi's mind had completely calmed down.

His extraordinary comprehension gave him confidence.

Give him some time, not even too long, and reaching the Martial Saint realm will be as easy as taking candy from a baby.

Wu Jianghe's efforts over hundreds of years may be enough for him in just a few months.

Ning Qi and solemnly put away the silver pages.

This is one of the few accurate secrets and records he has obtained regarding the Martial Saint realm, which will become an aid to him when he reaches this realm in the future.

He let out a soft breath.

I don't plan to continue reading classical texts for now; I need some time to adjust.

He closed his eyes to rest, and a few flashes of inspiration appeared in his mind as he began to ponder a recent idea.

How can one preserve their Gang Qi after it leaves their body, thus providing a trump card for their fellow disciples and protecting their safety?

This inspiration was recently drawn from ancient texts obtained by the Wuxiang Sect and the Sword-Questioning Pavilion.

To others.

Creating a law is a very difficult and frustrating thing; it requires a lot of deep thinking.

But for Ning Qi, it was a happy time.

His way of resting was through creating methods.

Time passed slowly.

True Martial Mountain is becoming increasingly lively. As the True Martial Sword Stele and the Ten Thousand Paths Pagoda gain greater fame throughout the world, many martial artists come here, which has actually made the martial arts atmosphere in Qingzhou much stronger.

And those who bear the brunt.

It refers to True Martial City and its surrounding area.

Many martial artists settled down in True Martial City, causing the average strength of the martial artists there to skyrocket. True Martial City expanded again and has become another martial arts center in Qingzhou, gradually showing a trend of becoming no less than the state capital.

It is foreseeable.

As long as the True Martial Sword Stele and the Myriad Paths Tower exist.

It's only a matter of time before True Martial City surpasses Qingzhou.

The True Martial Sect members were naturally very pleased with this.

After all, the Great Flame Dynasty had already granted the ownership of True Martial City to the True Martial Sect, which would become the solid foundation of the True Martial Sect.

Inside the city.

Bustling with traffic.

With True Martial disciples, led by protectors and elders, stationed in all four directions of the city to prevent some conflicts. This was inevitable with so many martial artists, but fortunately, thanks to the prestige of Heavenly Sword Real Person, they were generally quite restrained.

Jiang Baishan coughed lightly and said to Song Cheng beside him:

"Seventh Junior Brother, you take them with you. I have some things to take care of."

Song Cheng was taken aback, then suddenly realized something, and winked at Jiang Baishan with a grin, saying:

"I'll take care of everything, Fifth Senior Brother. Take your time, there's no rush."

Jiang Baishan glared at him irritably, then disappeared into the distance in a few leaps.

Song Cheng chuckled; he knew what Jiang Baishan was going to do.

He led his disciples on patrol on his own, in a good mood. The thing he was most looking forward to these days was the True Martial Peach Gathering.

"The Peach Blossom Festival is in five days. I heard from Little Nine that the Enlightenment Tea Tree has grown to maturity this year. We're so lucky!" he thought to himself happily.