Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Another side.

The old turtle creature saw the black stone Jiang Ning pulled out from the puddle and couldn't help widening its eyes, a few guesses arising in its heart.

Over the years, after discovering this pool of Emperor's Liquid, it had also explored a bit.

But it had never found anything special, nor dared to act too rashly.

For it feared that its own actions might destroy the structure of this place, causing the Emperor's Liquid to cease nurturing.

Later, every decade or so, it harvested a strand of Emperor's Liquid that was like golden silk.

It was due to this Emperor's Liquid that it was able to reach its current stage, break free from its racial shackles, transform from the ordinary to the magical. The Emperor's Liquid played a pivotal role.

"Master!" the old turtle creature suddenly spoke.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning looked at the old turtle creature in surprise.

"What did you call me?"

"Master!" the old turtle creature said, enduring the violent changes within its body.

Jiang Ning couldn't help but let out a chuckle when he heard this.

Such a time-serving old turtle creature, he had never seen before.

Seeing Jiang Ning's smile, the tension in the old turtle creature's heart lessened a bit.

"Master, does the Emperor's Liquid originate from this stone?" the old turtle creature asked.

"Mm!" Jiang Ning nodded.

He put the Taiyin Stone into his bag. The reason he did not place it in the wine jar was that the opening was not large enough, and this Taiyin Stone he had just found was the largest of the three Taiyin fragments he had found to date.

The stone was too big to fit into the wine jar.

As the Taiyin Stone disappeared from Jiang Ning's hands, the old turtle creature's gaze also withdrew.

Just then,

Jiang Ning gestured with a lift of his hand.

The strand of golden silk-like Emperor's Liquid separated from the rest within the silver liquid and flew into the palm of his hand.

The old turtle creature's gaze was once again attracted by the strand of golden silk-like Emperor's Liquid.

"If only I knew, I wouldn't have been so thrifty before!" the old turtle creature felt a wave of heartache and silently lamented within.

It forcibly withdrew its gaze.

"How long does it take for a strand of Emperor's Liquid?" Jiang Ning suddenly asked.

"Master, ten to fifteen years, it isn't fixed!" the old turtle creature responded.

Jiang Ning nodded thoughtfully.

From the old turtle creature's word, he obtained the answer he had been thinking of.

The silver strands escaping persistently from the Taiyin Stone would converge into liquid. When reaching a certain degree of fusion, it would gradually undergo transformation, gathering into the golden silk-like Emperor's Liquid.

This golden-like form was the true Emperor's Liquid.

Looking at the strand of golden silk in his hand, Jiang Ning's mouth opened slightly, and then he inhaled it.

The golden silk-like Emperor's Liquid flew instantly into his mouth.

In that instant,

He saw a full moon.

Amidst the vast, limitless ocean, as night fell, a colossal full moon slowly rose from below the horizon.

The moon reached mid-sky.

And instantly, it showered down endless moonlight, which fell from above his head, watering his entire body.

Crackle and pop—

Jiang Ning suddenly heard popping sounds like bursting beans coming from within his body.

His muscles and bones chimed together.

His flesh was receiving the baptism of some kind of power; his Innate Root Bone was undergoing some kind of transformation, a transformation in the essence of his life.

At this moment, he could even feel that the cells within his body were going through a frenzy of division, death, division, death.

The normal cycle of human cell metabolism is about twenty-eight days.

Yet now, the cycle was wildly accelerating.

He felt a thin layer of dirt start to appear on his skin.

This dirt was not from elsewhere; it was the result of the metabolism of cells within his body.

In less than half the time of a cup of tea,

He felt the changes within his body had finished.

He reopened his eyes.

The old turtle creature was watching him carefully from the side.

Now, the old turtle creature distinctly felt that Jiang Ning had a natural oppression and control over it, like a superior.

On the one hand, it felt heartache, grieving that the Emperor's Liquid it had saved up for over a decade had been absorbed by Jiang Ning.

On the other hand, it silently clenched its teeth.

No!

My treasure has been taken, and the Thunder Flood Dragon shall not have it easy either.

The treasure of the Thunder Flood Dragon is the Thunder Fruit, which can refine the viscera and increase strength for human Martial Artists. My lord will surely like it.

Thus, I too will have contributed a great service.

At the thought of recognizing Ning as its master, the old turtle creature felt little resistance in its heart.

In their view, survival of the fittest is a natural law.

Not to mention, it had just experienced the special nature of Ning.

Simply because his blood had merged with its own, it felt its body, once that of a minor demon, had received quite the enhancement.

It was more progress than several years of its own efforts.