Simply a Monster

"The Innate Bone Forging Art is indeed formidable. I'll find a suitable opportunity to pass it on to Master later."

Ning Qi had no intention of keeping it to himself.

Dragon Mountain Daoist's kindness toward him was as weighty as a mountain. If he had the ability, he would certainly repay him. If the True Martial Sect possessed this Innate Bone Forging Art, its foundations would surely grow even deeper in the future. If they found suitable disciples, geniuses would emerge in droves, and the sect's prosperity would only be a matter of time.

For Dragon Mountain Daoist, revitalizing the True Martial Sect was his greatest wish.

"However, cultivating the Innate Bone Forging Art isn't simple. Not only does one need a sufficiently rich Innate Origin, but one also needs enough Comprehension."

"When I have some free time, I'll revise the Innate Bone Forging Art a little and try to lower the difficulty of comprehending it."

There was nothing he could do.

The techniques Ning Qi created were all tailored specifically for himself. Just because he could understand them did not mean others could.

Not everyone was born knowing everything like Ning Qi.

For a child of just a few years old to learn such a secret technique was incredibly difficult.

Let alone the Innate Fetal Breathing Technique. That was practically impossible.

Various thoughts stirred in Ning Qi's mind. He stretched lazily, and his young body unexpectedly produced a sound like his Muscles and Bones ringing in unison.

He looked into the distance and walked a few steps forward.

A sturdy gray-robed figure strode over, carrying a pile of medicinal herbs in his hand.

Second Senior Brother, Xiong Shi.

He was as his name suggested, as robust as a bear. Sometimes, Ning Qi wondered if his Second Senior Brother really belonged to the Daoist Sect. He looked more like a butcher.

"Little Nine, Eldest Senior Brother isn't free today, so I came to bring you some things."

His deep voice rang out. Xiong Shi scratched his head, then a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Little Nine, how did you know I was coming?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Second Senior Brother, you make so much noise that I could hear you even from inside the room."

Xiong Shi placed the herbs to one side. "Don't even think about tricking me. Your Second Senior Brother only looks sturdy, but the Spirit Turtle Steps I cultivate are incredibly nimble. Not to mention you—even an expert in the Inner Yuan Realm couldn't hope to hear me walking."

He wore a foolish grin, as if he had seen through Ning Qi's little trick.

But Ning Qi truly had not lied.

At the instant his Bone Structure Formed just now, he had established a faint connection with heaven and earth and sensed Xiong Shi's presence. However, that connection had now begun to weaken, seemingly sinking into his body and waiting for a special moment to be activated.

"I didn't trick you. When I got up this morning, I felt incredibly comfortable inside. I really heard your footsteps just now."

Ning Qi grew "anxious."

Xiong Shi burst into helpless laughter and was just about to coax his Junior Brother.

But then he seemed to think of something, and a trace of uncertainty flashed through his eyes.

Xiong Shi reached out and placed his hand on Ning Qi's shoulder.

The next instant, he sprang away as if he had been shocked by electricity, his face looking as though he had seen a ghost.

After taking two deep breaths, he reached out to feel Ning Qi's shoulder again. The shock on his face grew even more intense before transforming into visible delight.

"Little Nine, your Bone Structure has Formed?!"

Ning Qi laughed inwardly, while an excited expression appeared on his face.

"Senior Brother, do you mean I can practice martial arts now?"

He was only three years old, after all. He needed a suitable opportunity to reveal that his Bone Structure had Formed. He had not expected his Second Senior Brother to deliver himself to his doorstep so quickly.

Xiong Shi's eyes were filled with excitement. He nodded repeatedly, but then said, "No, no. We still have to let Master take a look, in case I'm mistaken and end up celebrating for nothing."

He took several deep breaths, suppressing the shock and delight in his heart.

What was happening before him was simply beyond his understanding.

Ning Qi was only three years old! With the True Martial Emperor above, he had lived for several decades, yet he had never heard of anyone's Bone Structure Forming so early. This was simply inconceivable.

The Eighth Junior Brother was renowned as possessing peerless potential, yet his Bone Structure had only Formed when he was seven.

Bone Structure Forming at three years old—he was simply a monster!

Xiong Shi had no time for words.

He picked Ning Qi up and set him on his shoulders, then used the Spirit Turtle Steps to hurry toward the Bright Martial Pavilion.

Along the way, he drew countless astonished gazes.

The Outer Disciples and Inner Disciples' bows were completely ignored by Xiong Shi.

Inside the Bright Martial Pavilion.

Dragon Mountain Daoist and Luo Wentian sat facing each other.

"Wentian, in a few days, I may need to enter seclusion for a while. When that happens, you'll have to shoulder responsibility for the sect's affairs." Dragon Mountain Daoist issued his instructions.

Luo Wentian nodded, delight in his eyes.

"Master, are you about to advance to the Heavenly Human realm?"

He looked at Dragon Mountain Daoist expectantly. The Heavenly Human Realm was filled with peerless experts throughout the world. If Dragon Mountain Daoist could step into the Heavenly Human Realm, the True Martial Sect could become one of the overlords of Qing Province. It would truly possess deep foundations and have several hundred years to develop and grow stronger.

Dragon Mountain Daoist shook his head slightly.

"I've merely caught a trace of Spiritual Light. It's hard to say. To steadily step into the Heavenly Human Realm, I may still need a few years."

Luo Wentian said admiringly, "With Master's peerless talent, stepping into the Heavenly Human Realm is only a matter of time!"

A Heavenly Human could live for eight hundred years. For an ordinary person to enter the Heavenly Human Realm at a hundred years old was already considered extraordinary talent, while Dragon Mountain Daoist was only a little over eighty.

Dragon Mountain Daoist's talent was indeed quite remarkable. Otherwise, he would not have been qualified to obtain the True Martial Inheritance, much less rebuild the True Martial Sect with his own hands.

He smiled slightly, confidence in his eyes.

The master and disciple discussed the sect's many affairs. Dragon Mountain Daoist had Luo Wentian begin making preparations. They could try recruiting a batch of Outer Disciples, and even several of the older True Disciples could begin taking disciples.

As the two spoke, their gazes suddenly turned toward the pavilion's entrance in unison.

They saw Xiong Shi charging in, panting heavily.

Dragon Mountain Daoist frowned. He had originally intended to reprimand him, but his expression softened when he saw the figure on Xiong Shi's shoulders. He merely barked, "Why are you rushing about in such a fluster? Have you no sense of propriety?"

Luo Wentian smiled and smoothed things over. "Second Junior Brother, Master was just telling me that the several of us can start looking for disciples. From now on, we'll need to pay constant attention to our words and actions, lest we teach our disciples badly in the future."

Xiong Shi set Ning Qi down and apologized to Master and Eldest Senior Brother.

He took a deep breath. "Master, I wasn't being reckless. There's something that requires your decision."

"It concerns Little Nine."

With those words, Dragon Mountain Daoist's expression immediately turned solemn.

Luo Wentian was also somewhat surprised.

Could Junior Brother have caused some trouble? But Junior Brother had always been intelligent, knew his limits, and understood reason. He shouldn't have done so.

"What is it?" Dragon Mountain Daoist asked.

"You'll know once you investigate."

Xiong Shi gave Ning Qi a gentle push.

Ning Qi stepped forward respectfully and bowed.

Dragon Mountain Daoist looked kindly at the Ning Qi before him, who resembled a five- or six-year-old child. His heart inexplicably jolted as a certain guess surfaced. He smiled and extended his right hand, placing it atop Ning Qi's head.

The next instant.

Dragon Mountain Daoist's body stiffened. Although his expression remained calm, stormy waves had already surged through his heart.

He stared blankly at the young disciple before him, almost suspecting that his perception had gone wrong.

But the Yuan Pill within his body had already displayed its wondrous power. It was absolutely impossible for his perception to be mistaken.

Luo Wentian watched as his Master kept his palm there without moving it away. His heart tightened, and he asked anxiously, "Master, Junior Brother, he..."

"His Bone Structure has Formed," Dragon Mountain Daoist said softly.