Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

The courtyard.

A pill was swallowed into the stomach.

Jiang Ning immediately activated the Molten Furnace Pill Secret Skill.

In his mind, he visualized a furnace, imagining himself as a furnace, with his Qi-Blood becoming the fuel for it.

Under the now extraordinary Qi-Blood.

This secret technique became instantly more terrifying.

At that moment, he seemed to truly transform into a blazing furnace, emitting waves of heat around him.

In less than ten breaths.

He felt the pill within his body being completely refined.

He also sensed the increase in Inner Breath.

In terms of quantity, it felt like he gained two to three months' worth of power.

"Barely acceptable!"

He frowned slightly, then reopened his eyes.

The next moment.

He swallowed all the remaining pills in the bottle in one gulp.

He once again used the Molten Furnace Pill Secret Skill to refine them.

Within just a moment's time.

The nine pills in his stomach were completely refined.

He slowly opened his eyes and licked his somewhat cracked lips, as if savoring the taste of the Embracing Fetus Qi Pill.

"Using these pills to increase Inner Breath is really burning money!!"

He murmured to himself, yet a genuine smile appeared on his face.

Originally, his power was just a hair's breadth away from two Jiazi, but now with these ten pills, he successfully reached the power of two Jiazi.

Two Jiazi, one hundred twenty years of power.

That is the current total amount of Inner Breath he possessed.

Compared to the quality of Inner Breath, in terms of quantity, it was undoubtedly far ahead.

"Not bad, the total amount is advancing ahead of quality!"

He subtly circulated the Inner Breath in his Dantian, then nodded slightly.

Afterwards.

Jiang Ning looked up at the sky.

Even though the sky grew increasingly brighter with time, the clouds did not disperse; instead, they became denser.

"Good thing I have a method to disperse the clouds, otherwise, with this weather, I really couldn't achieve Great Success in Inner Elixir Cultivation today!!"

Jiang Ning chuckled.

...

On the other side.

Atop the Dongling Mountain Range, stood an ordinary Daoist temple, deep and silent, with moss-covered steps.

At the entrance of the temple hung a weathered wooden plaque.

On it were four large, blackened characters.

The Three Elements Daoist Temple.

From the temple's worn and weathered state, it was clear this was a temple without tributes.

At this moment.

In the front yard of the temple.

A Magic Platform had been set up.

A yellow-robed Daoist ascended the platform and looked at the cloudy sky above, smiling slightly.

"I wonder which fellow practitioner dispersed yesterday's clouds and rain. It seems our purposes might be the same."

"Today, I shall disperse the surrounding clouds and rain from this platform to inform that fellow practitioner of my presence!"

At this time, the Magic Platform in front of him was already filled with incense, offerings, talismans, and scriptures.

On the platform, there stood a Divine Position, the position of the Rain God.

The next moment.

After preparing thoroughly.

He began to chant a summoning incantation, murmuring continuously.

The words echoed throughout the quiet, deep Daoist temple.

A moment later.

As the incantation concluded, the Divine Position of the Rain God in front of him flashed with a ghostly blue light.

Upon seeing this, the yellow-robed Daoist expressed a joyous look.

Then he grabbed the talisman he had prepared, brushed two fingers over it, and the talisman instantly ignited.

If a high-ranking Daoist saw the burning talisman, they would easily recognize it as a Rain Exorcism Talisman.

Completing the ritual communication grants the ability to transmit a request by igniting the talisman.

As the talisman's firelight illumined the Daoist's face, his expression was filled with tension.

Rain praying, he had done it a few times before, but his success rate was barely fifty-fifty.

Dispelling clouds, this was his first attempt.

But faced with orders from above, even as a True Man, he had to obey.

As the talisman was completely consumed by the flame, he sensed the ethereal feedback, and his eyes lit up with joy.

Then he immediately lit three more incense sticks and reverently bowed three times to the Divine Position on the platform.

A moment later.

The ritual concluded.

The yellow-robed Daoist looked up at the sky.

Immediately, he saw the clouds covering the skies over all the mountains gradually scattering.

At that moment.

If someone knowledgeable enough saw this scene, they would surely discern the extraordinary existence of this yellow-robed Daoist.

Able to pray for rain and disperse clouds, even if not a True Monarch, he was certainly a True Man.

And whether True Monarch or True Man, they held an immensely high status in the Daoist traditions.

Especially in present times, they were exceedingly rare.

Such individuals, reaching this level in the present era, were potential immortals back in the Ancient Era.

...

On the other side.

Jiang Ning headed towards the main hall.

Behind him, Lv Yi followed closely, step by step.

Suddenly.

Jiang Ning stopped in his tracks, eyes turning upward to the sky.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Lv Yi halted, looking up to follow Jiang Ning's gaze.

Jiang Ning said, "Something feels off!"

"Young Master, what feels off?" Lv Yi inquired.

Jiang Ning furrowed his brow and shook his head slightly.

"It seems like there's something off with the clouds, but I can't quite put my finger on it!!"

Subsequently.

He withdrew his gaze, "Let's go! We don't need it!"

"Yes, Young Master!" Lv Yi watched Jiang Ning resume moving and hurriedly jogged to catch up.

At this moment, the gap in their strides was quite apparent, with each step Jiang Ning took being equivalent to two of Lv Yi's.

A moment later.

Passing through a circular archway, Jiang Ning arrived at the front courtyard.

"Big Brother!" He saw Jiang Li practicing a set of Boxing in the courtyard with vigor and couldn't help but call out with a smile.