"If even you can't do it, do we really have any hope? Can we even get out?"
Martial Saint Murong sighed.
At this stage, what he desires most is nothing more than a smooth road ahead, unstoppable progress, and the opportunity to travel in spirit.
However, Jiang Saint, who was seen as a hope, still failed and almost hurt himself.
"That day will come. If becoming a Martial Saint is not possible, then one can travel in spirit. If that is not possible, then one can become a True Saint (the level of the master of the Jimie Heavenly Technique), or even Near Dao. I believe in Little Jiang."
Jiang Siqi said that he has always maintained his expectations and believes that this day will definitely come.
With Little Jiang's talent, traveling in spirit mode is no problem; at the very least, he will become a True Saint, or even step into the Near-Dao Realm.
Therefore, they are not without hope, but they still need to wait until Jiang Saint has fully risen to prominence.
The group then returned.
Tear!
Jiang Ping tore through space once more, and the group covered thousands of miles in a single step.
"The Void Divine Intent is truly monstrous. If it reaches its Peak, it could probably be like the Spirit Wander Realm, traveling to the North Sea in the morning Cangwu at Dusk."
The Martial Saint Changchun was astonished by Jiang Saint's methods; ten years later, he had become even more terrifying.
In terms of power and strength, it is far more terrifying than the former Number One Under Heaven.
"But it is also difficult to master; how many people in this world dare to attain sainthood with such a Heavenly Art?"
Shangguan Chun shook her head.
Take the Northern Barbarians they passed through, for example. Recently, a Martial Bone Talent emerged. He was initially very dazzling, practicing both the Void Palm and the Changshi Fist. However, after entering the Golden Core, he focused on the Changshi Fist for a period of time.
"It's all thanks to Little Jiang that Xuanxin Island is now teeming with talent. Many exceptionally gifted individuals are Changshi Fist and the Jimie Heavenly Technique. In the future, many Great Saints will surely emerge."
"This is what the Martial Saint Changchun said."
The Changshi Fist technique goes without saying; Jiang Ping has not kept anything secret, and many geniuses can seek him out or exchange their ideas with the Shangguan Clan.
As for the Jimie Heavenly Technique, this technique was originally regarded as the clan's most treasured skill by the Zhou Royal Family. However, after the Lightning and Thunder Martial Saint was defeated by Little Jiang, it seems to have changed its nature and is now willing to be traded, allowing geniuses from all over the world to obtain it.
"Hmph! How dare the Lightning and Thunder Martial Saint keep it hidden? In the past, when he was strong, perhaps only those born in his own clan could achieve Divine Ascension. But now, with Little Jiang, many Life Great Saint, and even Void Great Saint, will emerge in the future. Divine Ascension is not far off. When that time comes, if Jiang Saint raises his arm, the strongest people in the world will respond. The Zhou Royal Family will truly have reason to fear."
Martial Saint Murong sneered.
In fact, a few years ago, the Zhou Royal Family sent someone to his residence to present him with the Jimie Heavenly Technique, but by then he was no longer interested and disdained to reconcile with the Zhou Royal Family.
The Murong Clan is already deeply intertwined with Jiang Saint's faction, so why should they lower themselves to look down on someone Second Under Heaven?
Jiang Saint's Dojo.
In a garden, Chen Qingyan was watering the various exotic flowers and plants she had grown.
Even before she got married, she enjoyed growing flowers and plants at home, and this hobby has remained unchanged over the years.
What remained unchanged was her face, still Qingqing and flawless.
"Mother! I'm back."
A delicate voice came from behind her. Chen Qingyan turned her head and saw a young girl in the prime of her life walking gracefully towards her.
The girl bore a resemblance to her; her eyes, eyebrows, and lips were similar, and her features were delicate.
However, the girl was tall, half a head taller than her mother, and she also looked somewhat heroic like her His Father.
The girl took off her small backpack, intending to put it on the soft chair next to her, but then noticed a book on the chair.
Jiang Yirou casually flipped through the book, then couldn't help but mutter, "My mother is almost forty, and she still likes to read storybooks. They're all mindless frivolous books. She's supposed to be the wife of the most powerful man in the Number One Under Heaven, yet her taste isn't exactly refined."
Upon hearing this, Chen Qingyan's delicate brows furrowed slightly, instantly revealing a touch of authority.
She reached out her hand, Jiang Yirou couldn't help but rush over.
Bang bang.
A moment later, the girl squatted down, rubbing her forehead with both hands, her expression bittersweet.
She felt wronged; couldn't she even speak the truth?
Jiang Yirou wanted to seek justice from her father, but found that he was not there.
Where is my dad?
My father is gone.
Jiang Yirou came out of the house, then squatted down, her expression pained.
As Chen Qingyan tied on her apron, she said:
"Let's see if you dare to talk nonsense again."
"Go to the vegetable garden in the backyard and pick some chili peppers for me. We're having stir-fried pork with chili peppers tonight."
Jiang Yirou huffed, "Mother, I'm already Skin-Training Martial Artist, the number one genius in the Great Li Dynasty, how can I do such trivial things?"
"Even your Number One Under Heaven dad has to help your mom with the fire. You can say that when you surpass your dad."
Chen Qingyan's voice came from the kitchen, and the girl immediately thought to herself, "What the hell?"
She felt that her parents were nothing like the rumors circulating about them. Her father, who Number One Under Heaven, liked to cook and loved hot pot, while her mother, who was on the verge of becoming Life Martial Saint, often read storybooks.
"Yirou, you've angered your mother again."
Jiang Yirou had just returned from picking chili peppers when a gentle voice reached her ears.
A moment later, Jiang Ping appeared here.
"Father, you're injured?!"
The girl, with her sharp eyes, immediately noticed the bloodstains on her father's collar and gasped in shock.
Her father is the Number One Under Heaven, who can hurt him?
Are you alright?
Chen Qingyan also came out of the kitchen and quickly asked.
"It's alright." Jiang Ping waved his hand.
"It failed?"
"Um."
"Let's try it again when I'm more in a daze."
"Astral travel? Father, aren't you only at the Seventh Heaven Martial Saint? That'll probably take many more years."
Jiang Yirou said.
She had grown up and knew a little about her Old Father's cultivation path. He was practicing his beliefs while breaking through realms. Even if his talent was slightly higher than hers, it would probably take him many more years to go from the Seventh Heaven to the Divine Travel realm.
The couple exchanged a glance but said nothing.
Afterwards, Chen Qingyan took the dishes to the open space next to the garden, and the family of three began to eat.
At the dinner table, Jiang Yirou ate the spiritual meat that enhanced her Blood Qi, and said:
"Father, Grandpa Xie is taking me to a Heroes' Gathering in the Great Zhou."
"Heroes' Gathering?" Jiang Ping asked, puzzled.
"This is a grand gathering within the Great Zhou Dynasty, attracting heroes from all over the land. Geniuses of all realms, from the Subordinate Eighth Rank to the Golden Core, will discuss and exchange their skills."
Jiang Yirou said with a face full of anticipation.
She embarked on the Martial Dao before she was fourteen years old, and has now developed Golden Skin, making her the strongest among her Peers in the Great Li.
No, it's that no child of this age has ever pursued Martial Dao; this is unique in Great Li, and he can definitely be called a prodigy.
However, the girl was not satisfied; she wanted to be like her father, so powerful that all the heroes of the world could not raise their heads.
"Alright, I will wait for good news from Rouer."
Jiang Ping smiled.
His daughter is indeed very talented, with a comprehension level far exceeding that of her mother, and even surpassing the Innate Sacred Body of the Great Wei who Borrowing Bone back then.
"Keep a low profile over there, and don't cause trouble for your father."
Chen Qingyan couldn't help but give her a few words of advice. Her daughter was not as precocious as Leng Yue's ten-year-old daughter, and often gave her a headache.
"I'm full." Jiang Yirou put down her chopsticks and, under the pretext of digesting her food, asked her father to take her to the Jiang Family. She had already made plans with Leng Yue's daughter and several other friends to release River Lantern.
In the prime of life, people always travel in groups, sharing wine.