Chapter 8: Simply A Prodigy
“The Innate Bone Nourishing Technique is indeed powerful. In the future, find a suitable opportunity to hand it over to Master.”
Ning Qi had no idea of hiding it.
Dragon Mountain Daoist had treated him with kindness as heavy as a mountain. If he had the ability, he would definitely repay it. If the True Martial Sect had this Innate Bone Nourishing Technique, its foundation would inevitably become even deeper in the future. If suitable disciples were found, prodigies would emerge endlessly in the future, and prosperity would just be a matter of time.
For Dragon Mountain Daoist, revitalizing the True Martial Sect was his greatest thought.
“However, cultivating the Innate Bone Nourishing Technique is not a simple matter. Not only does it require sufficiently thick Origin, but it also requires sufficient comprehension.”
“At that time, find time to revise the Innate Bone Nourishing Technique and try to reduce its difficulty of comprehension somewhat.”
There was no way around it.
The methods created by Ning Qi were all tailored specifically for himself. His ability to understand them did not mean others could.
Not everyone was born knowing things like Ning Qi.
It was very difficult for a child of a few years old to learn such a secret technique.
Not to mention the Innate Fetal Breathing Technique, which was almost impossible.
Various thoughts swirled in Ning Qi’s mind. He stretched lazily, and his young body actually emitted sounds like bones and tendons resonating together.
His gaze looked into the distance, and he walked forward a bit.
A sturdy figure in gray robes strode over, carrying a pile of medicinal herbs in his hand.
Second Senior Brother Xiong Shi.
True to his name, sturdy like a bear. Sometimes Ning Qi thought that his Second Senior Brother didn’t seem like a Daoist Sect member, but rather like a butcher.
“Little Nine, Senior Disciple Brother isn’t free today, so I came to deliver things to you.”
A muffled voice rang out. Xiong Shi scratched his head, then his eyes showed a trace of surprise.
“Little Nine, how did you know I was coming?”
Ning Qi smiled and said:
“Second Senior Brother, with the commotion you make, I could hear you even from inside the room.”
Xiong Shi placed the medicinal herbs to the side and said: “Don’t try to fool me. Second Senior Brother may look burly, but the Spirit Turtle Steps I cultivate are the most agile. Not to mention you—even a master of the Inner Yuan Realm couldn’t hear the sound of my footsteps.”
He had a silly smile on his face, as if he had seen through Ning Qi’s trick.
But Ning Qi really wasn’t lying.
At the moment when his bone structure formed just now, he had a faint connection with heaven and earth, detecting Xiong Shi’s presence. But now, that faint connection was beginning to weaken, seemingly sinking into his body, waiting for a special moment to be activated.
“I’m not fooling you. This morning when I got up, I felt incredibly comfortable inside my body. I really heard your footsteps just now.”
Ning Qi pretended to be anxious.
Xiong Shi chuckled speechlessly, about to coax his little junior brother.
But immediately, he seemed to think of something, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
Xiong Shi reached out and placed his hand on Ning Qi’s shoulder.
The next instant.
He bounced back as if electrocuted, his face looking like he had seen a ghost.
He took two deep breaths, then reached out to probe Ning Qi’s shoulder again. The shock on his face grew denser, then turned into visible joy.
“Little Nine, your bone structure has formed?!”
Ning Qi smiled inwardly, while his face also showed an excited expression.
“Senior Brother, are you saying I can practice martial arts now?”
He was only three years old after all, and needed a suitable opportunity to reveal that his bone structure had formed. He hadn’t expected Second Senior Brother to come knocking so quickly.
Xiong Shi’s eyes were full of excitement. He nodded repeatedly, but then said:
“No, no, Master still needs to take a look, in case I’m mistaken and it’s a false joy.”
He took deep breaths repeatedly, suppressing the shock and joy in his heart.
What had happened before his eyes was truly beyond his understanding.
Ning Qi was only three years old!
True Martial Great Emperor above, he had lived for decades and never heard of anyone forming their bone structure this early. It was simply unbelievable.
Eighth Junior Brother was known as having unparalleled talent, yet he only formed his bone structure at seven.
Bone structure forming at three—it was simply a prodigy!
Xiong Shi had no time to speak.
He picked up Ning Qi and placed him on his shoulders, then stepped with Spirit Turtle Steps toward Mingwu Pavilion.
Along the way, he drew countless astonished gazes.
Both outer disciples and inner disciples saluted, but Xiong Shi ignored them all.
Inside Mingwu Pavilion.
Dragon Mountain Daoist and Luo Wentian sat facing each other.
“Wentian, in a few days, for Master may need to go into closed-door cultivation for a period of time. At that time, you’ll have to take responsibility for all sect matters,” Dragon Mountain Daoist instructed.
Luo Wentian nodded, his eyes filled with joy.
“Master, are you about to promote to the Heavenly Human Realm?”
He looked at Dragon Mountain Daoist with some anticipation. Heavenly Human Realm—looking across the world, they were supreme masters. If Dragon Mountain Daoist could step into Heavenly Human, the True Martial Sect could become a regional overlord in Qingzhou, truly having a foundation, and even centuries of time to develop and grow.
Dragon Mountain Daoist shook his head slightly:
“It’s just a bit of spiritual insight. It’s uncertain. To steadily step into Heavenly Human Realm might take a few more years.”
Luo Wentian said with adoration:
“With Master’s unparalleled talent, stepping into Heavenly Human is just a matter of time!”
Heavenly Humans lived eight hundred years. Even those who stepped into Heavenly Human Realm at a hundred were already remarkable in talent, yet Dragon Mountain Daoist was only in his eighties.
Dragon Mountain Daoist’s talent was indeed quite good; otherwise, he wouldn’t have qualified to obtain the True Martial Inheritance, let alone single-handedly rebuild the True Martial Sect.
He smiled faintly, confidence in his eyes.
Master and disciple discussed various sect matters. Dragon Mountain Daoist had Luo Wentian start preparations—they could try recruiting a batch of outer disciples, and even some of the older true disciples could begin taking disciples.
As they spoke, their gazes suddenly turned together toward outside the pavilion.
They saw Xiong Shi rushing in, panting heavily.
Dragon Mountain Daoist frowned, about to berate him, but upon seeing the figure on Xiong Shi’s shoulders, his expression softened, and he merely said:
“Rushing about in panic, what propriety is that?”
Luo Wentian smiled and smoothed things over:
“Second Junior Brother, Master was just telling me that we few can start looking for disciples to take. In the future, we must always watch our words and actions, lest we teach bad habits to our disciples.”
Xiong Shi set Ning Qi down and apologized to Master and Senior Disciple Brother.
He took a deep breath and said:
“Master, it’s not that I was reckless, but there’s something that needs your decision.”
“It’s related to Little Nine.”
With these words, Dragon Mountain Daoist’s expression immediately turned serious.
Luo Wentian was also somewhat surprised.
Could it be that Little Junior Brother had caused some trouble? But Little Junior Brother had always been clever, knew propriety, understood reason—he shouldn’t have.
“What is it?” Dragon Mountain Daoist asked.
“You’ll know with one probe.”
Xiong Shi gently pushed Ning Qi.
Ning Qi respectfully stepped forward and bowed.
Dragon Mountain Daoist looked kindly at Ning Qi, who appeared like a five- or six-year-old child. His heart inexplicably jumped, a certain guess arising. He smiled and extended his right hand, placing it on Ning Qi’s head.
The next moment.
Dragon Mountain Daoist’s body stiffened. Though his face remained calm, gigantic waves surged in his heart.
He stared blankly at his young disciple, nearly doubting if his senses were wrong.
But the divine nature of the core elixir in his body made it impossible for his senses to err.
Luo Wentian saw Master’s hand lingering without moving, and his heart tightened involuntarily. He asked with concern:
“Master, Little Junior Brother he…”
“His bone structure has formed,” Dragon Mountain Daoist said softly.
