Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 141: Chapter 115: The Martial Saint’s Unfortunate Later Years, Blood Jade Pill Completed (Double-Length Chapter)_3

After all, the Blood King Gu is even more energy-rich than the Relic.

On the third day. ...

On the fourth day. ...

Ning Qi went daily to listen to stories, and many people gradually became familiar with this regular from out of town. "Liu, you’re here again!" someone greeted him, using Ning Qi’s alias.

Ning Qi smiled and nodded.

On this day.

Ning Qi finally heard something different. "Our small town is the hometown of the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint. He grew up here in his youth and returned in his later years. Some people once caught a fleeting glimpse of him, but the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint was unbelievably old..."

This was something Ye Qinghe mentioned before.

It seems Ye Qinghe also stayed here for a few days.

Ning Qi was very patient.

He continued listening.

This information felt significantly more authentic, as if one could see the desolation of the Martial Saint.

Thus.

Time passed.

Ning Qi had already stayed here for nearly a month, which was the longest he had ever spent outside True Martial Mountain since he was born.

The reason he stayed so long.

Firstly, to see if there was more news about the Martial Saint.

Secondly, for the Blood King Gu.

Although he previously learned from the Skinny Elder that there was no resonance or tracking mark on the Blood King Gu, to be safe, Ning Qi still planned to remove it outside of True Martial Mountain to avoid leaving any hidden dangers there.

Three days ago.

Ning Qi had already devised a Pill Formula using the Blood King Gu as the main ingredient, which he called the Blood Jade Pill.

He sent a message asking Luo Wentian to send the remaining auxiliary materials down the mountain.

By then.

Only after refining the Blood Jade Pill at the foot of the mountain would he return. This way, even if the Southern Border Alliance truly had a Secret Technique to track the Blood King Gu, it wouldn’t lead to True Martial Mountain.

Ning Qi looked up at the torrential rain outside the window, sighing softly: "Perhaps Old Mr. Sun only knows this much."

The Blood Jade Pill Formula was complete. He planned to leave in a few days when the materials were delivered to the designated location.

Although staying here didn’t hinder his cultivation, he was still more accustomed to True Martial Mountain, and there were many Taoist Scriptures waiting for him there.

Ning Qi took an umbrella and went out.

The streets were almost deserted.

Upon reaching the storytelling wooden shed, it was completely empty.

Only the blind old man remained.

In today’s heavy rain, no matter how addicted one was to listening, they wouldn’t come. Originally, Ning Qi thought Old Mr. Sun wouldn’t come either, but he surprisingly did.

And Old Mr. Sun clearly didn’t expect Ning Qi to come either. "Oh, it’s you, Liu..."

The old man sighed with a smile, routinely starting his storytelling. This was a habit he had formed over the years.

Ning Qi listened quietly, relaxing his mind.

During this nearly month-long period, he had heard much of the content more than once. Gradually, he came to see this period as a special experience, perhaps something he might think back on fondly one day.

He would leave in a few days.

He didn’t have many other thoughts.

The storm poured down on the wooden shed, the elder telling a story and the younger listening, creating an indescribable Intent Realm.

After a long time.

Old Mr. Sun finally stopped. He glanced at the rain outside, as if he could truly see it. "Young man, how long have you been here?" he suddenly asked, not addressing Ning Qi as ’Liu.’

Ning Qi, too, looked outside the shed, calmly saying: "Almost a month now." "A month, how many months can one have in life? Go back early. It’s not worth wasting so much time here with an old blind man like me."

Ning Qi smiled: "It’s quite nice here. I think this month has been very meaningful."

This was the truth. This month had subtly transformed his state of mind, a feeling entirely different from his experiences at True Martial Mountain.

Silence again.

After a moment, Old Mr. Sun’s ethereal voice slowly emerged: "Perhaps the story of the Martial Saint should have ended long ago. In a while, I, too, should leave."

He had noticed Ning Qi’s particular interest in the Martial Saint’s story.

Ning Qi was taken aback: "Where do you plan to go?"