Scenery on the river

This is a fresh release from the pen of the creator behind "Longevity: Starting from the Qi Tags". Dive in and enjoy the read!
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Jiang Ning transmigrates to a world on the brink of chaos.
To preserve himself, he starts training in martial arts with the help of his prior experience, quietly growing stronger.
As his martial techniques reach beyond their limits and he gains various abilities, some of which include divine authority.
Starting with martial arts, he begins to master divine powers and control innate divine abilities.
The Five Animals Fist allows him to cultivate from a beginner to perfection, continuously breaking limits, with each organ storing essence and housing divine spirits.
The Vajra Immortal Body gives him an unbreakable body and eternal bones.
The Inner Elixir Cultivation Skill promises eternal youth and never-ending vitality.
On the day the Martial Saint, who has dominated the world for eight hundred years, strikes at him, Jiang Ning simply smiles.
Are you really trying to attack a divine being?
When the weapon that once killed gods and immortals falls upon him, he tilts his head slightly, his hair remaining unbroken.
His foundation has long since forged an indestructible golden body!
The other names of this book are 'While Others Cultivate Martial Arts, I Cultivate Divine Powers!', 'Beginning with Hepatic Experience to Fleshly Sanctification', 'Starting with Martial Arts to Become a God'

Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

After Jiang Ning had left, Li Qing's hazy gaze suddenly became clear. She watched the departing carriage and couldn't help but stamp her foot.


"Miss, what's wrong?" A maid dressed in a pink dress curiously asked her mistress.


"It's nothing!" Li Qing had a look of wanting to complain but not knowing to whom she should speak.


"The Inspection Office... disregards human life, doesn't anyone care? My son died unjustly! Unjustly!!!"


In front of the Inspection Office, a seventy-year-old man wailed loudly.


Next to him, a rolled-up straw mat lay.


While he spoke, he repeatedly banged his head against the hard ground in front of the Inspection Office.


His forehead was already smeared with dust and blood.


Behind the old man, more than ten stern-looking constables stood armed with swords.


Because the person who died in the straw mat was one of their colleagues, an old constable.


Chapter 3 Alcohol Doesn't Intoxicate, People Intoxicate Themselves_2