Chapter 1785 - 147: Reunion with the Martial Saint, Secrets of the Martial Saint Realm

Royal Capital.

Dongling Marquis Mansion.

The morning light was still dim.

Smelling the aroma of food wafting from afar, Jiang Ning took a deep breath, feeling the air exceptionally fresh, his entire body relaxed and comfortable, with every pore breathing.

He went to the courtyard, quickly finished washing up, then followed the aroma of food drifting from afar and walked out of his east courtyard.

He went to the front yard.

"Young Master is awake!" Lv Yi saw Jiang Ning and immediately smiled, holding a tray of freshly steamed buns, steaming hot, "Wanwan made your favorite fresh meat buns this morning, and also a bone broth noodle soup boiled for a whole two hours!"

Jiang Ning smiled and then touched his empty stomach, "I’m just hungry."

"Then please sit in the front hall, Young Master, it will be served soon!" Lv Yi said.

Jiang Ning nodded and walked towards the front hall.

In the front hall, Jiang Li was already sitting at the table, while Little Dumpling was beside him, holding a bun bigger than her face with both hands, taking big bites, her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel stealing food.

"Good morning, Uncle!" Little Dumpling greeted Jiang Ning as he entered, with a bun still in her mouth, speaking unclearly.

"Morning." Jiang Ning stepped forward, ruffled her head, and sat down at the table.

"Brother, I used all of the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures yesterday!" Jiang Ning said.

"How was it? How effective?" Jiang Li asked.

"It’s great! Even more effective than I imagined!" Jiang Ning nodded, "It’s further enhanced my strength."

"As long as it works!" Jiang Li smiled, then said, "I bought those things using your name. I knew Brother’s name would come in handy!"

Jiang Ning also smiled. His name was currently well-known, naturally it was useful.

Just then, Liuu Wanwan came out of the kitchen with a tray, carrying two bowls of noodles.

The noodles were chewy, the soup was milky white, topped with a few slices of braised dragon meat and a few golden fried eggs, the aroma was overwhelming.

"Ah Ning, try it quickly." Liuu Wanwan placed the noodle bowl in front of Jiang Ning.

"Thank you, sister-in-law." Jiang Ning smiled as he took the chopsticks.

Then, he picked up a bunch of noodles and put it into his mouth.

The broth was rich, the noodles smooth, the essence of the bones completely fused into the soup, and as he took a bite, the umami exploded across his taste buds.

He then picked up a piece of braised dragon meat and put it into his mouth, savoring its salty and fragrant taste.

Then he pressed the fried egg into the broth, letting it absorb the soup, and took a bite.

"Delicious!" he exclaimed sincerely, thoroughly satisfied.

Then he picked up another bun; the fried egg was crispy on the outside and tender inside, with a runny yolk. With a single bite, the yolk mixed with the soup, the taste was indescribable.

"Delicious!" Jiang Ning sincerely praised, picking up another bun.

"Oh, Ah Ning, someone from the palace came yesterday, saying His Majesty wishes to invite you to the palace for a talk. When would you be available?"

Jiang Ning nodded upon hearing this, "I understand. I’ll first visit the esteemed Martial Saint, then head to the palace later."

"Martial Saint?" Jiang Li’s expression grew solemn, then he said nothing more.

He understood that matters involving such an exalted existence were not something he could meddle in.

...

Elsewhere.

At the entrance to the Royal Capital.

A middle-aged man, dressed in plain gray clothes, approached the city gate.

Seeing the long line of people queuing to enter the city ahead, he walked straight to another gate entrance.

Under the gaze of the crowd, he arrived before the City Gate Guards.

"Halt!" the two guards, seeing the middle-aged man continue forward, stepped forward and pointed their long weapons towards him.

"Queue up properly!" one of the guards instructed.

Hum—

The middle-aged man looked at the gleaming long spear ahead, a cold snort escaping his nose.

Though his voice was low, to the ears of the two it rang as a thunderous explosion.

It forced them to step back, their eyes filled with shock, blood trickling from their ears.

Subsequently, the fine iron forged long spear in their hands shattered inch by inch.

"Sir, please proceed!" A lieutenant emerged from the city wall opening behind them, speaking with respect to the middle-aged man.

On the city wall.

A man dressed in an Observatory uniform observed the scene below, then glanced at the compass in his hand, his gaze steady.

"A Second-Grade Grandmaster, and among the top ones! Where did this Overseas Dragon come from?"

"But this is the Royal Capital, dragons coil and tigers crouch here, it’s not my place to worry."

Deep in thought, he withdrew his gaze.

In front of the city gate.

Watching the figure entering the city, the gathered commoners couldn’t help but discuss.

"Where did this powerhouse come from? Daring to act so boldly in the Royal Capital, what kind of strength is that?"

"To enter the Royal Capital so openly, disregarding the City Gate Guards, either a Grandmaster or above a Grandmaster."

"Above a Grandmaster?!!"

In the crowd, someone drew in a sharp breath.

...

Martial Saint’s Grotto Heaven.

By the stone table, in the grass hut.

The elderly man still sat on the stone stool, resting with his eyes closed.

The aura of dusk seemed heavier on him than a few days ago, his complexion even paler, his breath more subdued.

Jiang Ning appeared outside the grass hut, respectfully saluting, "Senior."

The old man slowly opened his eyes, glanced at him, and nodded slightly, "You’ve come. Sit."

"Yes!" Jiang Ning answered, sitting in the front.

"Remarkable, you just entered without needing my guidance." The old man looked at Jiang Ning, his murky eyes filled with emotion.

"I’ve made some progress in recent times!" Jiang Ning said.

"Not bad! Not bad!!" Martial Saint approvingly nodded.

Then, he raised his hand and a porcelain cup appeared in front of Jiang Ning.

"Allow me!" Seeing the old man’s actions, Jiang Ning quickly stood up, taking it with both hands.