A Villa Cheng family Great Wei.
Jiang Ping and his wife settled here.
He obtained the secret technique he wanted from Saint Cheng. It was a Restoration Secret Manual, and once cultivated to a high level, it could also bring the Bring the dead back to life to life and heal the wounded.
"It shares some similarities with the Changshi Fist, but it is a secret technique that focuses solely on healing injuries."
Jiang Ping perused this classic text, extracting its essence and comparing it with his own Life Dao Path. Over the past few days, it has given him considerable enlightenment.
"Daddy, Mommy, Xiaorou wants to fly a kite."
A little girl, almost four years old, wearing a floral dress and holding a kite, ran over excitedly.
Jiang Ping was helpless. He originally wanted to travel with his wife, but Jiang Saint brought his daughter along. He and two other martial saints wanted to stay at the Cheng family, saying they wanted to follow him and were afraid that something might happen to him again.
Of course, he persuaded the three seniors to go back.
His mastery of the Void Palm technique is unmatched; if he wanted to leave, who could stop him?
"Alright, let's go fly kites then." Jiang Ping put down the book, picked up his daughter, and the three of them walked out of the Villa.
In a distant pavilion, an elderly man with a youthful face and white hair watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh:
"Three Supremes in One Family. Not to mention Jiang Saint, his wife and daughter are both complete Innate Sacred Body, and they will most likely become martial saints in the future. It's truly enviable."
"Yes, who would have thought that this person not only survived in Dao Mountain, but also found an Innate Spiritual Spring."
Another martial saint said.
In fact, ever since Jiang Ping brazenly moved into Saint Cheng's home, the remaining Eight Saints have been somewhat worried, fearing that he might strike again and kill the strongest person in Great Wei, which would be a huge loss for them.
Therefore, not only did Jiang Saint's family stay here, but the other Eight Saints also stayed as guests, always on guard against Jiang Ping.
"It is said that his wife, Chen Qingyan, changed her Dao Path long ago, no longer cultivating the Extreme Cold Spear which was compatible with his Saint Body. Instead, she established herself as Half-Saint with the Changshi Fist, and her level was very high. It is likely that she will become a Life Martial Saint in less than thirty years."
The solemn voice came from the Sixth Heaven Peak.
The Changshi Fist belongs to the Heavenly Art. Once one becomes Becoming a Saint, their Combat strength is unparalleled, enabling them to fight across realms. Jiang Ping himself is a living example of this.
However, this man was not satisfied and made his wife practice the Changshi Heavenly Art as well. In the future, the Jiang family will have two supreme martial saints.
"It's very likely three!"
A female saint stared at the mischievous little girl in Jiang Ping, her expression grave.
One Jiang Ping is already suffocating the entire Great Wei; what would happen if two more appeared?!
"Therefore, the only way to restrain them in the future is to achieve sainthood through Heavenly Art," someone said.
"But Heavenly Art are difficult to master; only those with the Saint Body talent have the chance to reach the Divine Intent level."
The saintess sighed.
In this world, not only is there the Jimie Heavenly Technique, but there are also two other Heavenly Art practiced by Jiang Saint that can lead to Becoming a Saint.
However, the difficulty of such techniques is extraordinary.
Many martial saints Half-Saint who have observed the Changshi Fist have stated frankly that it is extremely difficult for anyone without Innate Sacred Body or higher to cultivate Divine Intent while in a state of Peak Blood Qi.
To become the supreme saint, one must grasp the Divine Intent before one's Blood Qi decline; otherwise, attempting to break through the barrier will undoubtedly result in death.
It can be said that this is a vicious cycle, where a Super First-rate Prodigy can cultivate Divine Intent within five hundred years.
However, by the time they have mastered this skill, they are usually no longer in their prime, but rather within the range of being killed by the Saint Tribulation.
In short, to become a supreme saint, the talent threshold is that one must be a prodigy, like Saint's Descendant!
Those who truly possess the potential to become supreme saints must have the most complete Innate Sacred Body and Martial Bone Talent.
But looking across the world, how many are there in this era?
Originally, there was an Innate Sacred Body in the Great Li and another in the Great Wei, but both died at the hands of Jiang Saint.
"The next thousand years should be the era of Jiang Saint."
Saint Cheng Half-Step Seventh Heaven of the Heavenly Realm, looked at the kite soaring high in the distance and said in a low voice.
Let's go!
Jiang Yirou sat on her father's shoulders, very excited.
"Where to next?" Chen Qingyan asked from the side.
"Let's go to the surrounding Feudal States first."
Jiang Ping said.
He stayed in the Great Wei Royal City for almost half a month. With the help of the Cheng family's secret manual, he made some progress in his Changshi Fist, but if he wanted to make significant progress, he still needed to study other Life-type Classics.
Moreover, they are not only collecting Life Type, but also those on Death and Withering Classics, in order to practice the Reincarnation Heavenly Saber.
"Respectfully bidding farewell to Jiang Saint!"
The All Saints of Great Wei watched as Jiang Ping and his family of three departed.
The Nine Saints' expressions were slightly strange. The other party was clearly in the royal city, and had killed a supreme Peerless in their own base camp, yet they still had to send him away. How considerate.
However, they finally breathed a sigh of relief; this Living Yama was finally gone. They would have felt very uncomfortable living there forever.
"Respectfully bidding farewell to Jiang Saint!"
Almost all the Martial Artist in the city had come. Some were reluctant, but many were very excited and admired this New Saint of the Great Li.
Thump!
Then, under the watchful eyes of the Wei warriors, Jiang Sheng and his family took to the air, transforming into streaks of light and disappearing into the distance, directly crossing the border of Wei.
Over the next two months, they were seen all over the world.
Jiang Ping took his wife and daughter to see the boundless sea, paused beside the spectacular sight of surging rivers, and also pitched a tent on the Grasslands, watching countless flocks of sheep and cattle.
They ate all sorts of delicious food and met people whose clothes and even appearances were quite different.
For example, the Grasslands people, with their blond hair and blue eyes, are tall and imposing, and their taste remains the same—very strong.
The family of three received a warm welcome from Saint Ming, the King of the Grassland.
The little girl was gnawing on a several-pound roasted lamb leg, her face covered in oil. Her mother wanted to help her eat some, but she refused, insisting on finishing it all by herself.
At a distant table, Jiang Saint sat in the main seat, drinking and chatting with Saint Ming and several other martial saints.
I heard...
Jiang Ping was about to speak when Saint Ming quickly interrupted him, this powerful Half-Step Seventh Heaven expert patting his chest and guaranteeing:
"Jiang Saint, rest assured, there will be no Borrowing Bone on the Grasslands. It didn't happen before, it doesn't happen now, and it won't happen in the future."
"I've heard that your clan possesses a special secret manual, a wondrous art of necromancy, capable of preserving the corpse of a Martial Saint for a thousand years and making it your own."
Jiang Ping looked at Saint Ming with deep eyes.
"..." Saint Ming.
"Jiang Saint said this?"
Saint Ming quickly took out the prepared books.
He had already heard that this formidable man not only took his wife and daughters on trips to scenic spots, but also sought out books on life and death in various places.
Therefore, upon learning that Jiang Saint had entered the Grasslands, he had already made all the necessary preparations.
Not only do they possess ancestral supernatural abilities, but they also have Life Type skills.
Thank you.
Jiang Saint was very satisfied and accepted it directly.
After that, he settled into the palace that Saint Ming had prepared. During the day, he and Chen Qingyan would take the child to ride horses and herd sheep on the Grasslands, and at night they would attend various bonfire parties.
Of course, he did not forget to study the classics given to him by the Saint Ming, and he gained a lot from them.
It wasn't until half a month later that Jiang Ping left with his wife and daughter.
Saint Ming was especially happy on this day. If Jiang Saint hadn't refused, he would have been prepared to escort him a thousand miles to ensure his smooth entry into the Northern Barbarians.
"Phew~"
Saint Ming breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the family of three disappear into the horizon.
The son standing nearby couldn't help but say, "Father is so considerate; Jiang Saint can't find fault with him."
However, Saint Ming did not feel happy; instead, he became solemn.
"Jiang Saint may seem to be traveling and enjoying himself during this time, but in reality, he hasn't neglected his cultivation. He wants to collect all the classic texts in the world for reference and comparison, hoping to advance further!"