As dawn broke, a fairly lively banquet came to an end.
Heavenly Might Technique are excessively powerful, yet he is very difficult to enlighten.
Even with just one night, only a very small number of people could obtain the complete Painting scroll.
Many of the top talents from the Four Prefectures, especially those Rank Three Number Five on the Ranking, expressed regret at not being able to obtain the Heavenly Might Technique.
"The deeper one goes on the path of Martial Dao, the more one realizes the importance of innate talent. Right now, there are plenty of resources to support one, but when it comes to the Late Stage Fifth Rank, or even the Fourth Grade, it still depends on Martial Dao foundation and talent. Without a special opportunity, the Fifth Rank may be the end."
A genius who Half-Step Fifth Rank let out a long sigh.
"This Heavenly Might Technique requires a high level of comprehension. It is said that after the Number One on the Ranking group obtained the Painting scroll a few months ago, the highest achiever has only managed to master 10% of the Sword Qi. Judging from the timeline, by the Martial Examination a little over a year from now, they will have mastered at most Thirty percent, which is not enough to pose a threat. We still have a great chance to catch up, and perhaps even enter the National Academy."
"The Rank Two, who has exceptional talent, said in a low voice."
"The National Academy," Ning Qianxue murmured, the Belt Knife at her waist gleaming softly. Then she took the Painting scroll and disappeared into the distance.
Her gaze was also fixed on the National Academy, but what that person said was right. The Heavenly Might Technique was difficult to master, and it would take many years to achieve anything significant. She shouldn't be distracted for the time being. If she could completely imitate her own Half-Step Artistic Conception, she could be on par with the Fifth Rank.
"Let's go," Jin Ze said in a low voice. Months of planning had ultimately come to nothing.
"In the end, it was just a special opportunity. Once you enter the Martial Academy, you'll have plenty of such opportunities." Chen An quickly composed himself and looked forward to the future of the Martial Academy.
"Thirty percent."
Jiang Ping and Chen Qingyan bid farewell to the Murong Descendants and walked back home.
He thought to himself, now that this matter is settled, it's time to prepare for the Martial Examination.
The next day.
When Song Yuanshan, Wei Rou, and the others learned the inside story of the Heroes' Banquet, their eyes widened in shock.
"Many of those Rank Three Number Five on the Ranking on the list failed to obtain the Painting scroll, but Jiang Ping did." Ji Baichuan's voice trembled. This young man, who had once been fierce and stern, possessed an absurdly high level of comprehension.
"Moreover, the Painting scroll obtained can Ginseng." Zhao Ming's expression was complicated. He had been visiting friends and relatives around here, but he had not been able to establish a good relationship with this neighbor. Otherwise, he would have shamelessly asked to see Heavenly Might Technique.
" To Ginseng!" Ji Baichuan was filled with excitement, but he quickly sighed inwardly that he had underestimated Jiang Ping, and their relationship was not exactly friendly.
"If I invite the Chief, will he agree?" he pondered, quite interested in Heavenly Might Technique.
Wei Rou's beautiful eyes sparkled as she said, "It's been a long time since I've had Little Jiang's home-cooked meals. You guys probably haven't had them before; Little Jiang's cooking is excellent."
Fang Yong said, "You'd better not go."
"Why?" The somewhat spirited woman raised an eyebrow.
"Have you forgotten what you said when you were drunk?" Fang Yong glanced at her.
"Drunken ramblings should not be taken seriously."
Wei Rou said that she clarified afterwards that it was drunken talk and that's not what she meant.
"He already knew. We're all adults, stop pretending."
Fang Yong wasn't going to tolerate this woman who had once made fun of his appearance.
"..." Wei Rou's expression froze.
"Based on the progress of the Number One on the Ranking who obtained the Heavenly Might Technique a few months ago, they could only reach a maximum of Thirty percent in a little over a year."
In the Quiet room, Jiang Ping looked at the Painting scroll before him.
He believed that with his comprehension, he could definitely make more progress in just over a year.
However, if you manage to get to this point, it will be helpful for the Martial Examination.
Because Heavenly Might Technique at Thirty percent of the Heavenly Might level is comparable to, or even stronger than, a skill at Tenfold of the ordinary level, it can defeat most geniuses of the Sixth Grade, such as Song Yuanshan Zhao Ming.
"Even without Innate Blood Techniques, I should be able to cut down Chen An."
Jiang Ping was unsure of the strength of Chen An's Innate Blood Technique; could he defeat him with Thirty percent his Heavenly Might Technique?
"Forget it, let's pass the Martial Examination first, get into the Martial Academy, obtain a Fifth Rank -Fifth-Rank Technique, and then killing Chen An will be a piece of cake."
He shook his head slightly, deciding that killing Chen An was not his immediate goal; entering the Martial Academy was the more important matter that would influence his future Martial Dao.
Then, Jiang Ping put away the Painting scroll and began to copy the complete Autumn Leaf Saber Intent.
If this sword Blade Art is mastered to its Complete Artistic Conception, it can rival Fifth Rank swordsman, greatly enhancing his strength.
Days passed, and Jiang Ping immersed himself in cultivation, preparing for the Martial Examination.
Period.
The Aristocratic Genius, Jin Ze, came to visit with his younger brother.
It's still about the Heavenly Might Technique.
Of course, with Murong Shu's assurance, the two spoke cautiously when discussing skills, not daring to reveal their noble family's authority, and fearing that Jiang Ping would complain.
However, Jiang Ping declined, and the two returned home disappointed.
After that, several more geniuses came to visit, all of whom were among the top ten on the Martial Examination Ranking, including one Number Five on the Ranking.
Jiang Ping had become a hot commodity, but he refused them all.
Because the conditions offered by the other party were not attractive enough.
Jiang Ping wanted the complete Innate Blood Technique, but they were reluctant to give it up.
"You're asking for the moon," said the Changping Prefecture Number Five, frowning in disapproval.
While Heavenly Might Technique were indeed formidable, he only wanted to give them a slight try and did not intend to devote too much energy to them, because predecessors had already practiced them. This skill was difficult to master, and it was hard to achieve anything without being Super First-rate.
The complete Innate Blood Technique is too precious to be exchanged for a skill that one knows cannot be mastered.
"Please leave," Jiang Ping ordered, dismissing them.
The Number Five on the Ranking shook his head and then left.
"Now no one should come knocking, they can't bear to part with their Innate Blood Techniques."
Jiang Ping did not pursue other Innate Blood Techniques excessively, using them merely as an excuse to refuse.
He has a secret he doesn't want to Ginseng.
After that, life became peaceful.
However, not long after, another person came to the door. It was Ji Baichuan, who had come for the Heavenly Might Technique.
"The door is over there." Jiang Ping couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on this person.
Even the Number Five on the Ranking struggles to achieve enlightenment, yet this person actually wants to try.
Ji Baichuan was not disappointed and simply left.
Jiang Ping thought the matter would end there.
Unexpectedly, half a month later, Ji Baichuan came to visit again with a letter.
It was written by the Chief, meaning that he hoped Jiang Ping could share Heavenly Might Technique with Ji Baichuan. There were also five silver notes in the letter.
Jiang Ping stared, slightly stunned, at the Chief's handwriting.
"Are you going to refuse even the Chief's request?" Ji Baichuan laughed.
Jiang Ping shook his head, picked up a pen, and wrote a reply.
He is a grateful person, and he wouldn't hesitate if the Chief made such a request.
However, he did not recommend that the Chief do this, and specifically stated in the letter that this skill was very difficult to master and might not be a good thing for Ji Baichuan.
Of course, Jiang Ping's reluctance to face this guy every day was also part of the reason.
"We shouldn't be so distant." Ji Baichuan looked at what Jiang Ping had written, speechless.
After Jiang Ping finished writing his reply, he reached out to take it, but Jiang Ping refused.
Jiang Ping wrote another letter and sent it to Escort Huang, wanting to confirm the authenticity of Ji Baichuan's letter.
Soon.
Jiang Ping received two replies, one from Escort Huang), which clarified that it was indeed the Chief's intention.
The other letter was from the Chief; his mindset remained unchanged—he still hoped to share the skills.
"Never mind."
Jiang Ping shook his head and burned the letter.
The Chief still needs Ji Baichuan to keep his promise in the future, so he must comply with his wishes.
He Chief, and he should repay them.
However, this skill is extremely valuable, and even the top-ranked geniuses on the Martial Examination Ranking Wumen, yet he has to share it with Ji Baichuan, whom he dislikes.
All I can say is that if the Chief makes any further requests in the future, he will consider them carefully.
The next day, Ji Baichuan came to see the Heavenly Might painting with great excitement.
Jiang Ping didn't hold back either, explaining that it was most appropriate to first Sympathetic Resonance in the painting and connect with the artist before using the sword to imitate the technique.