Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 412 - 83: The Object Worth Ten Thousand Taels of Gold

Chapter 412 -83: The Object Worth Ten Thousand Taels of Gold

Two days later.

“Sister Lin!” Seeing Lin Qingyi in a green robe outside the door, Jiang Ning was slightly surprised.

Qingyi smiled warmly, “What? Didn’t guess I’d come to see you early in the morning?”

“Indeed, I didn’t expect it,” Jiang Ning said with a smile.

With his strong five senses and hearing, although he could tell there was someone outside the door, he couldn’t determine who it was without Qingyi speaking.

As for the Spiritual Field, he dared not open it lightly.

Spiritual power was not something he alone possessed.

Anyone who had stepped into Martial Arts Sixth Grade had reached the level of spiritual power condensing into reality, which was to manipulate objects in the air with some effort.

The next step after turning the intangible into the tangible was to expand one’s Spiritual Field, using it as a sixth sense to observe all things in heaven and earth.

But as long as one reached the tangible from the intangible, not to mention others, any Spiritual Field coverage not overwhelmingly stronger would be detected.

To shroud someone in a Spiritual Field is to pry.

Such an act is a blatant provocation.

To rashly cover a top Martial Arts Strongman, getting beaten to death without anyone saying “That’s wrong” wouldn’t be out of the question.

So upon hearing a knock, Jiang Ning would not hastily expand his Spiritual Field.

“What, aren’t you going to invite me in?” Qingyi said with a smile in her voice, “The wind is so strong outside, do you want to freeze your sister to death?”

“Please!” Jiang Ning stepped aside to make way.

Qingyi stepped over the threshold, and the long skirt brushed by the cold wind revealed a small part of her calf.

Jiang Ning glanced briefly and then looked away.

He couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

In these temperatures that could freeze water into ice, Qingyi could still walk around wearing a long skirt that barely covered her calves. Truly impervious to the cold and heat!

As for what Qingyi just said, Jiang Ning chuckled inwardly and didn’t take it seriously.

Jokingly, if Quasi-Master Qingyi could be frozen to death by temperatures around zero, that would be absurd.

Although he didn’t know how strong a Grandmaster was.

But he knew his own strength.

And right now, he was but Martial Arts Sixth Grade.

Quasi-Master strongmen are at the Peak of Fourth Grade!

The Martial Arts path, the further forward, the greater the gap.

Typically, a Grandmaster starts with a lifespan of two sixty-year cycles.

In an era where a single sixty-year cycle is considered a long life, two cycles mark six generations living together, and that’s just the beginning.

According to some miscellaneous talks he read from books.

There were Grandmasters who lived over 150 years.

This lifespan has clearly broken the human limit, reaching beyond what he could comprehend in his previous life.

You see, in his former world.

In such an era of advanced productivity, even with such developed biological medicine.

Forget about living through two sixty-year cycles!

Even centenarians were extremely rare.

The human lifespan limit could only theoretically reach two sixty-year cycles.

The lifespan record of the previous world was just barely over two cycles, at 122 years and 164 days.

In comparison, it’s clear that so-called Grandmasters had transcended mundane traits.

The enhancement of lifespan is the clearest manifestation of a change in life level.

And Qingyi is an existence infinitely close to that state.

…

The two of them walked on the shallow snow cover.

The “squelch” “squelch” sound of the snow being crushed came from underfoot.

“Where are your brother and sister-in-law?” Qingyi looked around, then asked.

Jiang Ning replied, “The snow has stopped today, so they went to the market to buy some necessities. Now at home, there’s only me and my eldest nephew.”

“Nephew!” Qingyi murmured to herself, then glanced at Jiang Ning with a slight smile, “What does it feel like to be an uncle at your age?”

“No special feelings,” Jiang Ning spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, “I’ve been used to it!” freёnovelkiss.com

Then he asked, “What about you, Sister Lin?”

“What about me?” Qingyi inquired.

“Sister Lin looks so young and is already the mother of a child, what’s that like?” Jiang Ning asked.

Upon hearing this, Qingyi couldn’t help but chuckle and sigh.

“Who told you I am a child’s mother? I am still a virgin!”

“A virgin?” Jiang Ning was stunned.

“What, does it seem strange to you?” Qingyi glanced sideways, with a blush on her earlobe.

Discussing such a topic, even with her current mindset, her cheeks were slightly warm.

When Jiang Ning heard this, he hesitated for a moment and then said, “Both the Eighth Prince and Seventeen call you ‘Aunt’, which means Sister is…”

“The Eighth Prince!” Qingyi murmured to herself.

Then she said indifferently, “The Princess Consort, right?”

“Yes!” Jiang Ning nodded, “Logically, Sister Lin would be a Prince’s Princess Consort, right?”

Qingyi immediately responded with a bitter smile, “What Princess Consort? I am just a piece of merchandise!”

Merchandise?

Jiang Ning was taken aback.

Then Qingyi smiled self-deprecatingly and changed the subject, “Let’s not talk about this.”

The two fell silent for a moment.

Until they stepped into the east courtyard.

“Do you know why I came to see you today?” Qingyi suddenly asked.

“I don’t know!” Jiang Ning shook his head.

Qingyi turned to look at Jiang Ning, her mouth curving into a faint smile after adjusting her attitude.

“You really are quite something!”

“To meet with Princess Seventeen, and now she keeps saying she wants to marry you, waiting in the Royal Capital for you to take her.”

Hearing this, Jiang Ning smiled helplessly.

“Seventeen is still just a child, it’s just a moment of fascination. Such words can’t be taken seriously.”

Qingyi playfully smirked.

“You say that as if you are much older,” she teased.

Jiang Ning opened his mouth, then closed it again.

“What, were you about to say something?” Qingyi glanced at him.

“Nothing!” Jiang Ning shook his head calmly.