The Secret to Becoming a Martial Saint!

An unnamed Grotto-Heaven.

Inside a thatched cottage.

Jiang Ning drank cup after cup, soon finishing the tea before him.

The old man watched Jiang Ning, a faint smile rising to his lips.

From his appearance alone, no one would have guessed he was the Martial Saint who had held the world in awe for over eight hundred years.

The old man lifted the teapot and poured Jiang Ning another cup.

"Manor Lord, let me!" Jiang Ning hurriedly reached for the teapot in the old man's hand.

"You are my guest," the old man said mildly.

As his voice sounded, an invisible force seemed to arise in the air, briefly restraining Jiang Ning.

Gurgle, gurgle—

Tea flowed into the cup, sending up steaming wisps like drifting clouds and mist.

His words became law?

Jiang Ning was startled. Records concerning masters of Grotto-Heavens surfaced in his mind.

Within their own Grotto-Heavens, they were sovereign over heaven and earth.

Like the Heavenly Dao of the outside world, they stood above all else.

Every word and deed represented the will of that Grotto-Heaven's world.

"Thank you." The force binding him dispersed, and Jiang Ning voiced his thanks.

"You're quite remarkable. Of those I've seen in the past eight hundred years, you rank among the top five," the old man suddenly told Jiang Ning.

"Teacher, he isn't even twenty, yet he's already become a second-rank grandmaster. That achievement has set a new record for the past thousand years. Does it only place him among the top five?" Xiao Wuque asked thoughtfully.

The old man shook his head. "Traveling fast does not necessarily mean traveling far. In my day, many traveled faster than I did, but none traveled farther. Talent and potential matter, but fortune and destiny matter just as much."

"I once met the Yellow