Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 140: Chapter 115: The Martial Saint’s Unfortunate Later Years, Blood Jade Pill Completed (Double-Length Chapter)_2

The Sword Gang was light and sharp, piercing through in the blink of an eye to form a passage.

Ning Qi stepped inside.

Entering underground.

The underground world had nothing special, everywhere was soil, which made Ning Qi feel even more astonished. Earlier, he thought there would at least be a spacious area, considering the True Martial Underground Palace truly existed here before, but there wasn’t.

Ning Qi carefully perceived, feeling no anomaly.

But suddenly.

His eyes brightened.

He finally noticed something amiss.

The more he walked outward, the more he could feel the soil outside becoming increasingly harder. The difference was minute, and within a kilometer underground, almost no one but Ning Qi could notice.

Ning Qi pursued this change in soil hardness, but it was completely cut off a hundred miles away.

This meant that the True Martial Underground Palace left from here, vanished a hundred miles away before traveling underground, by some unknown method. "Could it be that the True Martial Underground Palace is a walking creature? After Master received part of the inheritance, he left."

He couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. "Is it some giant Exotic Beast, or some kind of mechanism?"

Ning Qi exited the underground.

Having confirmed the departure of the True Martial Underground Palace, staying beneath served no purpose.

He realized that this venture had reached its end.

However, there were gains. "Whether the True Martial Underground Palace is a mechanism, a beast, or something else, since it appeared decades ago, it will certainly appear again in the future, perhaps following a certain pattern." "Master only received part of the True Martial inheritance back then, maybe due to insufficient talent. If the underground palace reappears, I should be able to obtain the whole inheritance."

Ning Qi planned to ask more about the past situation once back on the mountain, to see if he could find the pattern of the palace’s appearances.

Perhaps Taoist Longshan wasn’t the first to receive the True Martial inheritance, maybe others had already perished.

Ning Qi erased numerous traces.

Then walked away on air.

He did not dwell further; if it couldn’t be found here, he would go elsewhere; it was a gamble either way.

Before Ye Qinghe went down the mountain for training, he mentioned to him.

That in a small town, he heard a blind old man tell stories about a Martial Saint. ...

Next morning.

Ning Qi slowly entered the small town.

Back then, he asked Ye Qinghe in detail; the blind old man in this town was a storyteller.

Ning Qi asked for directions and received an enthusiastic response right away: "You must mean Old Mr. Sun? He’s over by the east side of town, you’ll see him when you get there."

Ning Qi nodded with a smile and thanked, then walked leisurely to the east. This town had nothing special, except its residents were quite friendly, more so than people elsewhere. "Martial Saint’s hometown? Who knows if that’s true."

With these thoughts, Ning Qi stopped outside a wooden shed.

The wooden shed was packed inside and out.

It was lively.

A loud voice called from inside: "Old Li, do another segment, will you? I haven’t heard enough today!" "Old Mr., we beg you, another segment please, or I fear I won’t sleep well tonight." "How about telling the story of Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint?"

Ning Qi’s spirit stirred; outside he listened, Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint was indeed the name of the Martial Saint Ye Qinghe mentioned earlier.

An elderly voice came from inside.

Everyone held their breath.

Listening enthralled, now and then cries of surprise and commotion echoed.

But Ning Qi’s gaze grew odd. "Severing nine Heavenly Veins to save all beings? Chasing the great sun, ultimately struck by divine punishment?"

Even though Ning Qi hadn’t yet reached Martial Saint Realm, he knew these were impossibilities; clearly, this old Mr. exaggerated the tales, but the townsfolk loved these stories.

No wonder Ye Qinghe didn’t mention this.

But Ning Qi listened attentively, hoping to obtain some valuable information.

Soon.

With the sound of a wooden block striking, people left their tips and departed reluctantly.

Ning Qi looked at the blind old man packing his things with lowered head.

His eyes astonished.