Chapter 178: B-Rank Caretaker, Wu Youqing: You're Not the Chosen One... You're Even More Special (4K

Chapter 178: B-Rank Caretaker, Wu Youqing: You're Not the Chosen One... You're Even More Special (4K)



"Finally, finally, I'm home at last!"

As Xue Wan opened the front door and stepped inside, he skillfully changed into his own slippers and stretched his arms high, letting out a yawn while taking a deep breath.

"Ah, the scent of home, and Ajing."

Xue Jing entered behind him, carrying her luggage and a cat. She casually remarked, "Are you a dog? I've been gone for over ten days, so how could my scent still be here?"

After unpacking and organizing her things, Xue Jing addressed Xue Wan, who was already lounging lazily on the living room sofa, watching TV.

"I'm going out for a bit and might not be back until tonight, so don't wait for me to eat."

Xue Wan, now dressed in comfortable casual wear and sporting a pair of large glasses, complete with a reclusive look, was busy petting the cat in his arms. He simply waved at Xue Jing to indicate that he understood.

Xue Jing left the house, closing the door behind her. She went downstairs, out of the residential compound, and hailed a cab, heading toward the Canglong Dojo in the eastern district.

Although he had become famous, it was limited to the martial arts community, and he was not yet universally recognized. At least, the taxi driver didn't seem to know him; he merely regarded Xue Jing as a good-looking young man.

Along the way, Xue Jing chatted casually with the driver while sending messages to his close contacts, letting them know he was back. Before long, they arrived at the office building of the Canglong Dojo.

Xue Jing paid the fare via a mobile app, exited the cab, and entered the building. He took the elevator up to the seventeenth floor.

Passing through a long corridor, he reached the front desk of the Canglong Dojo.

Coincidentally, the receptionist on duty today was the same girl in a cheongsam whom Xue Jing had met on his first visit to the dojo.

Unlike the previous times when she was slacking off by lounging on the desk and playing with her phone, the front desk was now bustling. Four or five young boys and girls, along with their parents, were crowded at the front desk, making inquiries. It was quite a lively scene.

The girl in the cheongsam was busy—making phone calls, jotting notes in a book, and patiently explaining things to the visitors. She was so occupied that beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

Xue Jing watched the scene with curiosity, glancing a couple of times without paying it much mind. Seeing that the receptionist was busy, he didn't greet her but instead walked straight through the door into the dojo.

"Hmm? How did that person just walk in? Is he a disciple of the Canglong Dojo?"

One of the boys in the crowd at the front desk caught a glimpse of Xue Jing from the corner of his eye and asked in confusion.

Hearing this, the girl in the cheongsam peered through the crowd toward the entrance and spotted a somewhat familiar figure.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed subconsciously, "Jing..."

But she quickly realized something and clapped a hand over her mouth.

After a moment, she coughed lightly and said, "Yes, he's one of our disciples at the Canglong Dojo."

One of the parents, growing impatient, slapped the front desk and said, "Come on, just give me a price. How much more do I need to pay for my child to practice martial arts at your Canglong Dojo?"

"It's not about money," the cheongsam-clad girl explained helplessly. "The Canglong Dojo has limited space, and we can only accommodate so many students and disciples. We're already at full capacity."

"Are you kidding me? Is this really the dojo that produced 'Xue Jing'? This place is so small..."

...

Previously, the Canglong Dojo had sustained some damage due to Li Chengxuan from the Jinfeng Dojo coming to challenge them. Now, after more than ten days, the renovations were complete, and the dojo had reopened.

As Xue Jing walked through the dojo, he glanced into the training hall and was surprised to find it much livelier than before.

There used to be only a handful of regular disciples at the Canglong Dojo, with perhaps a few dozen people in the training hall on a typical day. But now, at a quick glance, he estimated that there were at least a hundred disciples practicing martial arts, their vigorous exercises filling the room with energetic sounds.

Most of them were unfamiliar faces.

"Could it be that..." Xue Jing stroked his chin, guessing the reason for this change.

He passed by the training hall without attracting any attention and made his way toward Master Li Qi's study.

Without knocking, Xue Jing opened the door and walked in.

Inside the study were Master Li Qi, Fifth Senior Brother Chen Fuguang, and Fourth Senior Sister Meng Qingjiao.

The senior brother and sister were standing in front of a desk, reporting something to Li Qi, who was seated behind it.

As soon as Xue Jing entered, the three of them immediately turned to look at him, their eyes lighting up.

"Little Jing!"

"Little Junior Brother!"

Li Qi immediately spun his wheelchair around to face Xue Jing.

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Master, Senior Sister Meng, Senior Brother Chen, I'm back."

Li Qi reached out and patted his arm, his voice filled with excitement and gratification as he said, "Good, good job."

"We all saw your performance in the arena, and you did very well... far better than I could have imagined."

Chen Fuguang laughed and said, "Our little junior brother has truly made a name for himself this time. The entire outer ring martial arts community is discussing you, and even the inner ring martial arts forums are paying attention to you..."

"Martial arts superstar, it's just a matter of time!"

Meng Qingjiao remained silent, but walked up to Xue Jing and gently ruffled his hair, seemingly as a gesture of praise.

A hint of gentleness softened her usually cold expression.

Due to her posture, Xue Jing's gaze unconsciously drifted downward, catching a glimpse of the World Cup, which was still awe-inspiring. He quickly averted his eyes and laughed, "It was just luck this time. I didn't encounter any formidable opponents."

Li Qi waved his hand and sighed, "No need to be humble in front of me. I've seen the profiles of all the contestants, and the quality of this U19 elimination round is exceptionally high. There's even a genius who has already mastered an ultimate skill... Your overwhelming victories in every match are well-deserved and worthy of praise."

"Compared to when you left, you've become even stronger... I've been amazed by your growth many times, and although I tried to expect the best, you still far exceeded my expectations."

Amidst his gratification, Li Qi felt a tinge of inexplicable sadness.

"Now, I'm starting to wonder... if I can still be your master. I fear that my own abilities might restrict your growth..."

Xue Jing knelt down, placing one knee on the ground and resting his hands on Li Qi's knees as he spoke softly, "Master, what are you saying? A teacher for a day is a father for life. It is because of your teachings that I am who I am today... As the saying goes, a master opens the door, but it is up to the individual to walk through it. You have perfectly fulfilled your responsibility as a teacher."

"If there comes a day when I surpass you, it will only be because you taught me so well."

Li Qi couldn't help but laugh and ruffle Xue Jing's hair.

"Although these are just flattering words, they are indeed pleasing to hear."

Xue Jing smiled, then suddenly noticed something and examined Li Qi closely, asking curiously, "Hmm? Master, have you gotten younger somehow?"

"Oh? Did you notice that?" Li Qi stroked his bald head, a hint of pride in his voice.

Compared to his previous frail and aged appearance, he now seemed slightly younger, although it wasn't very noticeable.

Even his once bald head now sported a few stubborn strands of hair.

Li Qi sighed, "Ever since I heard your theory about mental interference with self-reality..."

Xue Jing speculated, "Oh? Have you been using your limit-breaking spiritual power to gradually repair your body's foundation?"

Li Qi gave him a strange look. "No, I've been racing my wheelchair around town every day, and I've noticed more inner... cough, I mean, I've paid attention to more things that I usually overlook, and my mental state has become younger..."

Xue Jing: "..."

Li Qi sighed again, his face filled with regret. "Alas... it's a pity that the weather is getting colder, and there are fewer young ladies wearing skirts."

Xue Jing's lips twitched. "Well... as long as you're happy, Master."

"Let's not talk about that now." Li Qi waved his hand.

"You saw it when you came in just now. Our Canglong Dojo now has more disciples and students than we can handle. All these people are here because of you, drawn by your fame. This dojo is too small to accommodate everyone, so I've decided to move to a more spacious location."

Li Qi stroked his chin. "I've found a great place, but there's a small problem that needs your help to solve."

Xue Jing: "Hmm?"

...

After chatting with Li Qi, allowing him to assess his current progress in martial arts, and sparring with Chen Fuguang and Meng Qingjiao, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Xue Jing had wanted to find Senior Sister Zhushan Yingzhu to apologize and explain to her that the wine-red suit and Folding Rabbit Blade she had given him were no more.

However, he learned that Senior Sister Zhushan had returned to her hometown in the First Metropolitan Circle and didn't know when she would be back in Qingcheng.

He tried calling her, but the call wouldn't go through, and he received a 'no signal' message. With no other options, Xue Jing could only temporarily give up.

Leaving the Canglong Dojo, Xue Jing first went to buy some cakes and pastries before hailing another taxi to head toward Qingcheng High School.

Upon arriving, he made his way directly to the Qingcheng University Library, swiping his card to enter the seventh floor.

As always, the attic was old and quiet. Xue Jing immediately spotted that familiar figure as he entered.

Seated alone on a wooden chair in the resting area, her high ponytail gently swayed, and her enviable amount of hair flowed like a black waterfall.

Even when she was alone, her posture remained impeccable and flawless, without a hint of distance. Her beautiful appearance was as friendly and approachable as a next-door neighbor or childhood sweetheart.

Yet, the serene and mysterious aura she exuded subtly hinted at her extraordinariness.

Wu Youqing set down the book in her hand, titled "The Sword of the Inverse Cross," and turned her head toward Xue Jing, a smile reflected in her lovely purple eyes.

"You're here. Have a seat."

She stood up, walked to the wall, and pulled out a hidden cabinet. She took out a tea set and some tea leaves, placing them on the table.

Xue Jing sat down opposite her and placed the bag of pastries on the table, saying softly with a smile, "Boss, I'm back."

Wu Youqing hummed in acknowledgment, not saying a word as she began the process of making tea.

Only after both cups of steaming hot tea were prepared did she open the bag Xue Jing had brought and take out the cakes, placing them on the table.

Then, she sat down, picked up her tea cup, and took a delicate sip.

Xue Jing also picked up his tea cup and drank some of the tea brewed by the [Sweet Water Pot]. It still had that indescribably weird sweet taste.

However, perhaps due to having gotten used to it, he actually found it quite drinkable.

At this moment, Wu Youqing searched through the small bag she had placed on the chair next to her and took out a black card, which she handed to Xue Jing.

"Give me your Containment Card, and use this one from now on."

Xue Jing took out the C-rank Containment Card from his pocket and handed it to Wu Youqing. He then reached out and took the new card from her.

He examined the new Containment Card.

It was made of the same obsidian-like material, with the 'Death of God' sketched in white on the front. However, compared to the C-rank card, this one had a few additional purple embellishments, making it look even more attractive.

On the back were two lines of text.

[Wu Corporation for Divine Relic Containment and Research]



[Specially Appointed B-rank Divine Relic Caretaker - Xue Jing]



"Hmm? How did I suddenly get a promotion, Boss?"

Xue Jing was puzzled.

Wu Youqing replied casually, "You resolved a Mirror World... and it was a Mirror World fused with a Borderland Reflection, no less. Inside, you single-handedly slew a young pure-blood dragon species. After I reported this to the higher-ups, they directly granted you the right to skip any assessments and immediately promoted you to a B-rank Caretaker."

"From now on, you'll be able to undertake B-rank containment missions, and you'll have higher authorization to access more divine relic information."

Xue Jing fiddled with his new B-rank Containment Card, feeling a sense of accomplishment from his promotion. He raised an eyebrow and asked,

"So, am I getting a raise?"

Wu Youqing nodded, "Of course. A base salary of two million, and the bonuses for successful containments will also increase accordingly."

"That's great, then."

Xue Jing smiled and nodded.

After a moment, he spoke again, "Boss, aren't you curious about anything?"

Wu Youqing nonchalantly replied, "Curious about what?"

Xue Jing thought for a moment before saying, "For example, how did I become the Chosen One?"

Wu Youqing took a sip of her tea, her lovely purple eyes fixed on Xue Jing.

She continued to stare at him until he felt a little uncomfortable, then a smile appeared on her face:

"You're lying."

She crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair, and crossed her long legs, one over the other, striking a queen-like pose.

"You're not the Chosen One."

"You're far more special than the Chosen..."

In front of those eyes that seemed to see through everything, Xue Jing's heart skipped a beat.

However, he remained calm and casually expressed his confusion, "Oh? Why do you say that?"

Wu Youqing smiled and casually replied,

"Because I am the Chosen One."

"And you... don't have that scent~"

Xue Jing tapped his fingers on the table.

Wu Youqing noticed his slight awkwardness and smiled gently, saying,

"Don't worry, I won't force you to say anything you don't want to."

Xue Jing sighed softly.

"I can never win against you, can I, Big Sister?"

...

(End of Chapter)

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