Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1414 - 249: Perfect Physique, Innate Body!
One breath later, the thunder light completely dissipated.
At this moment, the Kui Ox Drum shone with a peculiar purple light.
Jiang Ning stood in front of the Kui Ox Drum, his figure tall and slender.
The muscles on his body didn’t seem exaggerated, but everyone could sense the terrifying power contained within.
It was the power that could beat the Kui Ox Drum and summon the heavenly thunder for body refining.
The phenomenon, like the descent of heavenly might, was still vivid in their minds.
"Truly a perfect physique!" the man on the dragon throne exclaimed.
He looked at Jiang Ning’s distinct muscles and perfect bone structure, like a finely crafted artwork, merging with the figure in his mind.
Thinking of that figure, his already frail body couldn’t help but tremble.
That was a god, a god transcending all under the heavens, a nightmare in the hearts of countless people, the sky in the hearts of ten thousand.
"Could he also reach that step?" the man on the dragon throne pondered the question that had just crossed his mind.
He had seen the Martial Saint, seen the Martial Saint coming out of the bath.
He knew what a perfect body looked like.
It’s not that one part of the body is sculpted like a work of art, but the entirety, the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones coming together, giving a holistic visual impression.
This feeling was very mysterious, indescribable.
But it made people feel that a truly perfect body should be like this.
He called this feeling the innate body.
He had seen descriptions of innate spirits in ancient texts.
Real innate spirits would carry an aesthetic that impacts the soul.
This aesthetic is naturally formed, just right, with any addition or subtraction ruining it.
This feeling he had only seen in two people in his life.
One was the Martial Saint who reigned over the world for over eight hundred years, the other was Jiang Ning standing in the school grounds at this moment.
Meanwhile.
On the viewing platform.
Several people watched Jiang Ning, their eyes revealing peculiar expressions.
Among them was Martial King Xiang Yuan.
He locked eyes with Xiao Wuque, their gazes meeting.
Then both slightly nodded.
As they looked again at Jiang Ning in the center of the school grounds, Xiao Wuque’s mind conjured the image of his teacher.
"Perfect physique, akin to innate, the foundation is firm, reaching this step at this age, his potential to catch up with the teacher is much greater than mine!"
...
In the school grounds.
Jiang Ning reinserted the drumsticks into the sides of the Kui Ox Drum.
As the qi-blood within him settled, the Red Dragon phenomenon overhead stayed at nine zhang nine, then slowly dissipated.
"Jiang, please ascend the platform!" the man on the dragon throne suddenly spoke, his balanced and harmonious voice resonating through the school grounds.
"Yes!" Jiang Ning clasped his hands towards the direction of the north platform.
Then he walked towards the north platform.
"Shiqi! Go and drape Jiang with the coat!" the man on the dragon throne’s voice rang out again.
As his words fell.
Beside the starlight-covered dark silk, a maid immediately carried a tray with a black and golden robe towards Ji Mingyue.
The robe on the tray was the Champion Robe.
At this moment.
The Second Princess, who had been sitting, suddenly stood up, stepping ahead of Ji Mingyue who had just risen.
"Shiqi, as the Second Princess of the Imperial Family, it is my duty to handle this! How can we neglect the Martial Champion of the dynasty!"
As she spoke, the Second Princess had already taken the black and golden Champion Robe from the maid’s tray.
Feeling the gazes landing on her, the Second Princess smiled gently.
Particularly feeling that most severe gaze from behind, not only did she remain unafraid, but the smile on her face grew even more pronounced.
Step step step——
She ran forward, holding the purple-golden Champion Robe in one hand and lifting the long hem of her dress with the other, taking small steps and treading on the wooden stage.
The hair accessories on her head swayed with her steps, producing ding-dong sounds.
Jiang Ning had just reached the wooden steps when a woman in a dark purple palace gown long skirt appeared before him.
Although the woman in front of him still seemed youthful in appearance, Jiang Ning could easily spot the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.
He could feel that her aura was entirely different from Ji Mingyue’s.
Completely devoid of Ji Mingyue’s youthful and lively aura.
"Greetings, Second Princess!!" he pondered briefly and then saluted with clasped hands.
"Champion, you are too courteous! I am Ji Mingya! The Champion may call me Mingya, or Yaya!" Ji Mingya said with a charming smile.
"The esteemed status of the Second Princess, how could I dare speak disrespectfully!" As he spoke, Jiang Ning saw Ji Mingya take a step forward and immediately took a step back to maintain enough distance.
Seeing this, Ji Mingya’s smile grew even wider.
"Champion, do not move, the Champion Robe still needs to be draped on you before you meet my father!"
Saying these words, Ji Mingya unfurled the Champion Robe that had been wrapped around her arm.
With black brocade as the base and golden thread as the line, it depicted a great roc spreading its wings, ascending high.
Streaks of white clouds were embroidered under the roc’s feet as an embellishment.
Beneath the white clouds, a blue silk thread embroidered rolling azure waves.
At this moment, as the clouds above dispersed, golden sunlight poured onto the Champion Robe, instantly adding a touch of divinity to the great roc.
"Thank you, Second Princess!" Jiang Ning immediately thanked Ji Mingya with clasped hands.
"Champion, you are too polite!" Ji Mingya gave a soft smile and then cradled the Champion Robe, coming to Jiang Ning’s back.
"Champion’s back is really broad... you are so tall... Champion’s muscles are really solid..."
As she spoke, Jiang Ning felt Ji Mingya’s long nails scrape across his back, causing him to frown slightly.
"Second Princess, please move quickly!" Jiang Ning whispered.
"Champion, why so tense, could I eat you in front of this crowd?!" Ji Mingya softly chuckled.
Then she draped her arm over Jiang Ning’s arm.
"Champion’s body is really hot!!" Ji Mingya exclaimed softly, then said, "Please, Champion, raise your left hand."
A moment later.
Jiang Ning, resisting the urge to send Ji Mingya flying with a punch, finally donned the Champion Robe.
Ji Mingya stood before Jiang Ning again, examining him with her eyes.
Seeing the half-exposed solid chest beneath the wide collar, her eyes revealed a trace of intoxication.
"He was like this! Standing out among the crowd! So majestic!!" Ji Mingya murmured as if in a trance, drawing a deep look from Jiang Ning.
Though he hadn’t intentionally learned about the information on those princes and princesses of the Imperial family.
He had heard, however, that the Imperial family’s legitimate princess was married more than two decades ago.
And the one who married her was a Martial Champion renowned across the Thirty-Six Prefectures of the Nine States.
An unexpected accident later left this legitimate princess widowed.
"Second Princess, it’s time to move!" Jiang Ning observed Ji Mingya’s entranced state and gently reminded.
"Champion, please!!" Hearing Jiang Ning’s reminder, Ji Mingya instantly snapped back, adjusted her expression, and said.
Then.
The two walked one after the other up the wooden steps towards the high platform.
Jiang Ning in front, Ji Mingya behind.
Upon reaching the high platform.
He immediately saw Ji Mingyue among the princesses.
Noticing Ji Mingyue’s slightly furrowed brow, Jiang Ning smiled at her.
Then he turned his gaze to the man on the dragon throne.
Even though the starlight-covered dark silk made the man’s face extremely blurred, one could still feel the oppressive gaze contained within.
On the dragon throne was Emperor Ning of the Changning, who ruled the Thirty-Six Prefectures of the Great Xia Nine States.
This year was also the eighty-third year of Changning.
With a slight thought in mind, Jiang Ning continued forward.
As he approached, Mingxin and Wan Jianyi followed his steps.
Both remaining half a body behind him.
"Greetings, Human Emperor!" Jiang Ning saluted with clasped hands.
He knew that the emperors of the Xia Dynasty throughout the ages preferred the title of Human Emperor.
"Greetings, Human Emperor!" Mingxin also saluted with clasped hands.
"Greetings, Human Emperor!" Wan Jianyi followed suit.
As their words fell, the entire high platform became unusually silent, without a single sound.
The three could feel the dignified gaze moving over them.
"Very well!"
A majestic voice of approval slowly echoed.
Then it continued, "The three of you, remember to attend the assembly tomorrow!"
"Yes!" The three echoed with clasped hands.
"Return to the palace!" Then, Emperor Ning’s authoritative voice resounded.
