Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

Nanjiang Base City.

Members of Parliament's Villa District.

When Yan Ning received Qin Mufeng's message, he was in the training room continuing to hone the Nine Blades of Meteor Ink.

He wiped his sweat and opened the message.

After reading it, I was stunned again.

"The granddaughter of Inspector Qin? A mid-level War God? Not even thirty years old?"

A series of rhetorical questions, as if confirming that he hadn't misread it.

It's very clear in the message.

Qin Xiuyue, 28 years old, intermediate-level War God, is the only granddaughter of Inspector Qin Mufeng. Her parents died early and she was raised by Qin Mufeng.

He remains unmarried to this day.

She is not engaged and is a single woman.

"A mid-level war god who is not yet thirty years old."

Yan Ning took a deep breath. "Although I'm not a mentalist, this talent still has the potential to reach at least the planetary rank..."

His heart beat slightly faster.

We must take it!

It wasn't because of lust.

Well, not entirely.

Rather, it's because such a woman, whether in terms of genetic talent, background strength, or her own value, is worthy of Yan Ning's full commitment.

As for Inspector Qin's background, it is far less attractive to Yan Ning than Qin Xiuyue herself.

Yan Ning stood up.

I went into the bathroom and tidied myself up in front of the mirror.

"No rush."

"If you can get along, then do so; if you can't, you should at least maintain basic social etiquette, but... it's best if you can get along."

Many children, many blessings!

......

Two days later.

Nanjiang Base City Airport.

Yan Ning arrived half an hour early.

He was wearing a dark blue casual jacket over a black turtleneck sweater, looking neat and tidy, neither ostentatious nor shabby.

First time meeting.

Accepting flowers seems too deliberate, accepting gifts seems too mercenary.

So Yan Ning chose to go empty-handed, bringing nothing with him.

There's no point in all this fancy stuff among martial artists.

There weren't many people at the airport.

Yan Ning leaned against the pillar, spreading out his mental energy to scan everyone who came out of the arrival gate.

then.

Yan Ning saw her.

Her long hair cascaded down to her waist.

He was wearing a white trench coat over a black, tight-fitting combat suit, which accentuated his smooth and powerful physique.

His legs were long, his strides were long, and every step was crisp and clean.

With fair skin, delicate yet spirited features, and a natural air of pride in his eyes and brows.

Yes, very pleasing to the eye.

Yan Ning silently gave himself a score.

9.8.

The 0.2 points were deducted because Qin Xiuyue's expression was too cold; she looked like she was there to fight, not to go on a blind date.

Yan Ning stepped forward, extended his hand, and smiled.

"Hello, Yan Ning."

Qin Xiuyue stopped and looked him up and down.

My gaze swept from his face to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his waist, and from his waist to his legs.

Qin Xiuyue did not shake hands.

Instead, he spoke directly, his voice clear and cold as ice: "Let's have a fight."

Yan Ning's hand hovered in mid-air, and he paused for a moment.

"If you beat me, I'll marry you."

"If you lose, tell my grandfather not to pressure me to get married and have children."

Yan Ning looked into her eyes.

There was no joking, no probing in those eyes, only a pure and serious... fighting spirit!

What the hell?

What kind of plot development is this?

A strange feeling welled up in Yan Ning's heart.

The woman in front of him wasn't trying to make things difficult for him, nor was she putting on airs.

She genuinely wanted to fight, and truly wanted to test someone through combat!

Is there such a good thing?

Yan Ning almost blurted out those words, but thankfully he held back. He asked to confirm, "Are you serious?"

"nature."

Qin Xiuyue nodded. "Of course, but the prerequisite is that you defeat me within three rounds, right?"

Three rounds.

With his current strength, let alone three rounds, he is confident that he can defeat a mid-level War God in one round.

The curved blade is unsheathed.

Nine swords of meteoric ink were drawn.

The cloud vines coiled around it.

Even a mid-level War God couldn't last three seconds against him.

But Yan Ning did not show any unusual expression, maintaining basic respect.

Since the other party had said so, Yan Ning had no choice but to agree, "Okay."

Qin Xiuyue raised an eyebrow slightly.

He seemed somewhat surprised that he agreed so readily.

Yan Ning turned around and assumed the role of host: "I'll arrange the venue. Follow me."

......

Nanjiang Base City.

Martial Arts Training Hall.

Yan Ning used his authority as a councilor to open a top-of-the-line training room.

The 300-square-meter space features alloy walls with adjustable gravity and excellent sound insulation.

Qin Xiuyue stood at one end of the arena, took off her trench coat, revealing a black tight-fitting combat suit underneath.

She has a great figure.

She has straight shoulders, a slender waist, and smooth, powerful muscle lines in her arms and calves.

She drew two short knives from her waist, their blades gleaming coldly.

A9 grade alloy short knife.

A pair, quite valuable.

"Use weapons?" Qin Xiuyue asked.

Yan Ning shook his head and pulled out an ordinary alloy battle knife from the knife rack behind him.

A5 level.

The kind you can buy at any martial arts school in Nanjiang Base City.

Qin Xiuyue frowned slightly.

Using an A5-grade battle sword against her A9-grade short sword?

This isn't arrogance; it's genuine confidence.

"Let's begin," Yan Ning said.

Qin Xiuyue moved.

She was extremely fast.

When a mid-level War God unleashes their full speed, ordinary people can't even see their afterimage.

She flashed away.

He had already swept from one end of the arena to Yan Ning's front.

The short sword in his right hand slashed down diagonally, its blade coated with a pale blue aura of primal energy, and the sound of it tearing through the air was sharp and piercing.

This strike was swift, ruthless, and precise.

With its tricky angle, powerful force, and astonishing speed, even a typical novice war god wouldn't have time to react.

But Yan Ning is no ordinary beginner-level War God.

He did not retreat, nor did he even choose to block.

Under the tutelage of the Nine Blades of Meteorite, the opponent's strike was too slow and too weak.

Yan Ning simply turned slightly to the side.

The blade grazed his chest, less than a centimeter from his clothes.

Simultaneously.

Raise your left hand, put your index and middle fingers together, and gently flick Qin Xiuyue's wrist.

Qin Xiuyue felt a numbness in her wrist, and the short knife almost slipped from her hand.

Her pupils contracted slightly.

Surprised by Yan Ning's control over his power.

The flick was just the right amount of force, not too light and not too heavy, just enough to make her wrist go numb, but not enough to cause any damage.

This can only be achieved by having the ultimate control over power!

"One move," Yan Ning said.

Qin Xiuyue's expression changed.

She sheathed her dagger, retreated swiftly, and created distance.

Then she pounced on him again.

This time, she used both swords simultaneously, attacking from both sides.

The left blade slashed towards Yan Ning's neck, while the right blade stabbed towards his chest.

One is real, the other is illusory.

One fast, one slow.

It can be said that all of Yan Ning's possible evasion routes were blocked.

This is her signature move, "Double Dragon Strangulation"!

He has used this move to defeat more than one intermediate-level War God.

Yan Ning still did not retreat.

The sword was drawn.

Nine Blades of Meteorite Ink: Severing the Flow!

The trajectory of the blade was not a parry, not a counterattack, but a severing!

The "momentum" that severed Qin Xiuyue's twin blades.

To disrupt the continuity of her attack.

Cut off her offensive rhythm!