Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Inspection Office.

Jiang Ning followed Hong Minghu, entering Hong Minghu's bedroom one after another.

"Commander Jiang, close the door," Hong Minghu said, his face flushed.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning turned and closed the door of the house.

The next moment.

"Put—"

He suddenly heard a vomiting blood sound behind him.

Turning around, he saw a pool of black and red blood, mixed with shattered organs in front of Hong Minghu.

By then, Hong Minghu's right palm was also leaning on a nearby round table, his steps somewhat unsteady, his face turning from rosy to deathly pale.

"Residence Master, what happened?" Jiang Ning stepped forward, supporting Hong Minghu with one hand.

"It's nothing!" Hong Minghu waved his hand, then took a few deep breaths, and his facial expression eased a lot.

Then he continued, "That battle just now severely damaged my internal organs, broke many tendons, and dislocated bones. Luckily, you were supporting from a distance. Without you there as backup, given Li Hong's bizarre methods at the time, we might have been completely wiped out!"

Jiang Ning heard this, smiled and said nothing.

Others might not know his strength, but he was aware.

His current strength far surpassed Hong Minghu's several times.

Since Hong Minghu could resist for so long, it made no sense that he wouldn't be able to endure.

"Having survived today, I owe it a lot to you!" Hong Minghu looked at Jiang Ning, his tone sincere.

"You've said that a few times already," Jiang Ning smiled.

"Haha—" Hong Minghu laughed as well.

The next moment.

His laughter abruptly stopped.

"Cough cough—" He quickly covered his chest, immediately coughing up black blood.

After several coughs, Hong Minghu's face turned red, clearly enduring the urge to cough.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning slowly placed his palm on Hong Minghu's back.

Under the stimulation of Inner Breath, a surprised gleam instantly appeared in Hong Minghu's eyes.

As Jiang Ning's Inner Breath poured into his body, he instantly felt his internal organs relax a lot, and his flushed face gradually regained its calmness.

"This Inner Breath of yours is no small matter!" Hong Minghu exclaimed.

Jiang Ning chuckled, "It's a health cultivation technique, it has no other advantages, but it's good at healing Inner Strength."

"Health cultivation?" Hong Minghu immediately praised, "Good stuff! Warriors fear hidden injuries accumulating and fear weakening of bodily functions, Qi-Blood decline! A good health cultivation technique can extend the golden years and give one more opportunities to reach Grandmaster!"

Then, Hong Minghu looked at Jiang Ning, "For a martial arts prodigy like you, this kind of nature-fitting internal refining technique is the best, not those aggressive kinds."

Jiang Ning said, "So it sounds like I've chosen a suitable path?"

"Indeed, a suitable path!" Hong Minghu nodded.

Then he said, "Enough, you can stop now, I feel much more comfortable!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning also withdrew his hand from Hong Minghu's back.

Hong Minghu hurriedly walked to a cabinet in the room and took out a ceramic white jade bottle.

Pulling out the red cork of the white jade ceramic bottle, he revealed a round, grey pill in his hand, which he then swallowed in one go.

After swallowing the pill, Hong Minghu's complexion visibly improved.

"Just now you asked about my Inner Breath's transformation into the White Tiger, you want to learn it?" Hong Minghu placed the bottle back, speaking to Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning replied, "Not really wanting to learn, just curious, is this the level of technique mentioned in books?"

"Level of technique?" Hong Minghu spoke, then nodded, "That description fits indeed!"

While talking, he opened another cabinet in front of him, then took out a palm-sized red silk box from a secret compartment in the cabinet.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Ning's gaze immediately fell on the palm-sized red silk box in Hong Minghu's hand.

Hong Minghu noticed Jiang Ning's gaze and chuckled.

Then he said, "You're interested in this knowledge, it seems your level of Inner Strength isn't low!"

Jiang Ning nodded, "Indeed not low, but not comparable to the Residence Master."

Hong Minghu chuckled, waving his hand, "I relied on external things; how could I compare with you!"

As the two conversed,

He also came to stand beside the table in front of Jiang Ning.

He placed the red silk box on the table, then continued, "Come and see! This is a piece of tiger bone with Divine Patterns I bought at an auction previously."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning's gaze was instantly drawn to the red silk box in Hong Minghu's hand.

Soon, Hong Minghu opened the red silk box.

What appeared before Jiang Ning was a white bone, jade-like in appearance, containing extremely intricate patterns.

Hong Minghu glanced at Jiang Ning, noticing his gaze already on the tiger bone, chuckled again.

Then he picked up the tiger bone from the red silk box, "See! The patterns on this tiger bone are known as Divine Patterns. The ferocious tiger that my Inner Breath transformed into earlier originated from the patterns on this bone."

"During the Ancient Times, the environment was completely different from today."

"Some extraordinary beings would gestate special patterns in their bones, which contain the rules of heaven and earth and the ultimate truth."

"With these patterns, those extraordinary beings could display terrifying methods of killing."

"According to my estimate, this piece of tiger bone must have come from a powerful member of the White Tiger clan."

"And the method I previously used involves transforming Inner Breath, visualizing the patterns on the tiger bone to materialize them on the forehead of the White Tiger, thus displaying extraordinary effects."

As Hong Minghu spoke, his right thumb was still pressing on the patterned side of the tiger bone in his hand, covering the traces of patterns on the bone.