The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

Jiangning has now reached that level as well.

Of course, Jiang Ning's current level doesn't mean he doesn't need to practice diligently anymore. There's still a difference in efficiency between practicing the Innate Skill on his own and using internal energy to autonomously circulate the Innate Skill.

However, this is only one of the benefits.

Jiang Ning also realized that her body was undergoing changes.

When he entered the first stage of the Innate Skill, his physical fitness had already been enhanced. While he wouldn't be immune to all diseases, common illnesses were no longer able to invade his body. Now, Jiang Ning felt that his physical fitness was even stronger than before. It could be said that as long as he didn't abandon his martial arts and his body didn't have any hidden injuries from before, he would basically be free from illness for the rest of his life.

In addition to this, Jiang Ning also felt that his physical resistance had increased.

It's about poison.

Jiang Ning felt that his body could now be immune to some toxins.

This wasn't just his own feeling, but rather his personal experience and insights after feeling his own body. Jiang Ning had even tried it himself, testing his body with poisonous herbs, but he felt nothing at all.

His physical condition is now so strong that ordinary poisons have no effect on him.

Of course, it's impossible for him to be immune to all poisons, and he's not at that level yet. All I can say is that if anyone tries to poison him in the future, Jiang Ning can give them a surprise.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

Jiang Ning thought to himself.

……

The next day.

Jiang Ning, who had slept soundly until dawn, finally woke up.

He didn't practice his skills last night; he just went out and had fun. There was no need for him to practice so hard; that would be counterproductive.

Moreover, Jiang Ning had a premonition that he might reach the bottleneck of the fourth level of the Innate Skill soon. Continuing to practice diligently would not be very effective. Now he should focus more on cultivating his mind.

After leaving the inn, Jiang Ning wandered around the streets of the capital.

Many ordinary people are now setting up stalls to sell breakfast.

After wandering around for a while, Jiang Ning sat down at a breakfast stall.

"What would you like to eat, sir?"

The stall owner said enthusiastically.

Jiang Ning told him to bring out all the food and then sit and wait.

Honestly, he eats more than before.

Practicing martial arts is very physically demanding, especially during training when internal energy increases rapidly, which makes the body increasingly hungry.

In the past, Jiang Ning only felt hungry when he was practicing martial arts. Now that his body can cultivate the Innate Skill on its own, his need for food is even greater.

In other words, the speed at which his body autonomously operates his innate energy is slow; otherwise, he would have to eat wherever he goes.

The stall owner had never encountered a customer like Jiang Ning before. The food was served faster than it was eaten, as if Jiang Ning was there to buy supplies. Plate after plate of breakfast was gone into Jiang Ning's stomach, and the key point was that Jiang Ning's stomach did not show any signs of swelling.

The world is full of wonders.

The stall owner sighed.

However, the more Jiang Ning could eat, the happier he was. He even thoughtfully told Jiang Ning not to choke if he ate too fast.

After eating for an unknown amount of time, a person appeared in front of Jiang Ning.

"Brother, would you mind sharing a table?"

Jiang Ning looked up and saw a young man standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

Jiang Ning glanced at the young man. He was dressed in a low-key manner, but the workmanship and materials were of high quality. He had a unique temperament and was obviously not an ordinary person.

"Please go ahead."

Jiang Ning said something.

The young man's smile widened as he sat confidently opposite Jiang Ning.

"What would you like to eat, sir?"

When a new customer arrived, the stall owner stepped forward and greeted him warmly.

"casual."

"That's what the young man said casually."

casual?

The stall owner was taken aback. He wanted to ask more, but seeing that the young man didn't seem inclined to speak and was just looking at Jiang Ning across the street, he realized that this distinguished guest probably wasn't just there to eat. "Casual" was just a casual remark.

The stall owner stepped back, and the young man looked at Jiang Ning with curiosity, and couldn't help but ask.

"Are you a martial artist, brother?"

Jiang Ning glanced at him.

Why do you say that?

The young man analyzed, "I see you've eaten so much food without stopping. If you don't have an amazing appetite by nature, then it must be for martial arts training."

In reality, young people are just following the answers and analyzing them.

Jiang Ning laughed.

"What you said is not wrong."

He did not refute the other party's words.

Seeing that the young man had already started chatting with Jiang Ning, the few people watching from a distance felt their hearts clench.

This gentleman came out of the palace early in the morning just to have a meal with others here, and he didn't allow them to get too close, making the group very nervous.

"My curiosity is just too great."

The group muttered to themselves.

They all recognized Jiang Ning, who was sitting opposite the young man, as the person they had seen the day before who had clashed with Lord Zhang. The young man even asked the man to investigate Jiang Ning's background, but before they could find out, the young man brought them back to see him the next day.

They were all afraid that if anything happened to the young man, their heads wouldn't be enough to cover their own deaths.

"Please enjoy your meal, sir."

The stall owner then brought over his breakfast.

The young man nodded slightly, then looked at Jiang Ning and smiled.

"Brother, I have quite an appetite too. How about we have a contest? Let's see who can eat more, and whoever loses pays the bill."

Jiang Ning glanced at him.

"Please go ahead."

The young man who received the answer chuckled.

"Brother, you've already eaten quite a bit, so now I'm the one who's benefiting. In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."

After saying that, the young man also began to wolf down his food, taking large mouthfuls.

Jiang Ning wasn't as exaggerated as him; he ate politely, but he was still quick, putting food into his mouth one after another.

"Why are you eating out, sir?"

The people who saw this from a distance widened their eyes and immediately became anxious.

If someone poisons them, they're really doomed.

One of them rushed over to stop him, but was stopped by the man.

Faced with the questions and incomprehension of the group, the man answered calmly and slowly.

"Now that I'm in the mood, if you go and spoil my fun, your lives are over."

Hearing the man's words, the group looked at each other in bewilderment.

They remembered the young man's temper and couldn't help but shudder, no longer mentioning their past attempts to stop him.

Young people are still competing with Jiang Ning in terms of eating capacity.

The stall owner stopped doing everything else and focused on preparing breakfast for this table.

"I admit defeat."

The young man, who was already full, couldn't help but smile wryly and stop when he saw Jiang Ning still not stopping.

His stomach was bulging terribly, and he felt that even his words had a strange smell. On the other hand, the person opposite him hadn't changed at all and was still eating slowly and methodically.

He was convinced.

"Brother, your appetite is astonishing; I admire you."

Jiang Ning smiled; he was only about 70% full.

"It is fate that we meet. I feel as if we have known each other for a long time. May I ask your name and where you are from?"

The young man cupped his hands in greeting.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning stopped what he was doing and returned the greeting, saying, "Jiang Ning is from Shaanxi."

Jiangning?

Surname Jiang?

The young man pondered this.

As expected, he is not a son or nephew of Minister Chen.

However, both of them came from Shaanxi.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, but in an instant, the young man cupped his hands and smiled.

"My name is Zhu Shou, a native of the capital."

Chapter 416: You took me to a brothel?

Is your surname Zhu?