Chapter 187: Resolution, Harvest, and Disciples (4K)

Chapter 187: Resolution, Harvest, and Disciples (4K)



The blazing fireworks of color slowly dissipated.

Xue Jing clenched his fist and nodded.

Although it was the first time he had used this move in the real world, the effect felt excellent.

Yan Lian Cai · Fen Lun—this was one of the fruits of his conscious simulation over the past few days.

The words 'Fen Lun' refer to the ancient name for a tornado, symbolizing the Dragon Whirlpool Killing Move, 'Whirlwind Thunder.'

Combining the Heaven Knife killing move, Yan Lian Cai, with the Dragon Subduing Flow killing move, Whirlwind Thunder, into one... This method of creating a new killing move by merging two different schools of techniques is almost impossible.

It's understandable when you think about it. Even combining the five signature killing moves of the Dragon Subduing Flow, which are highly compatible with each other, is difficult, let alone moves from different schools that are fundamentally incompatible.

But Tian Yi Dao is an exception... because it is a unique school that exists purely in the spiritual realm, unrelated to the physical body. Its techniques are manifested solely through spiritual power.

It may not even be considered a school, merely a 'state of mind.'

This gave Xue Jing an opportunity to find a loophole.

By using spiritual power to interfere with his personal reality, he could simultaneously perform Yan Lian Cai while his physical body, driven by his spirit, gathered its might to execute Whirlwind Thunder.

This was an incredibly challenging task, as controlling the physical body also required spiritual consciousness, especially for executing complex killing moves, which demanded intense mental focus.

It's not as simple as doing different things with your left and right hands.

It's like trying to mentally solve two complex higher-level math problems simultaneously while only being able to calculate in your head.

It was extremely difficult... but with the increasingly robust spiritual power granted by [Observation • True], he succeeded.

The results were also quite satisfying. While possessing the terrifying burst speed of Yan Lian Cai, he also had the powerful attacking force of Whirlwind Thunder.

There even seemed to be a subtle mutual enhancement, resulting in speed and power that exceeded those of the original two killing moves.

The first time he used it in actual combat, he achieved remarkable results, instantly defeating the four personal disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo.

Xue Jing straightened his somewhat disheveled vest, a part of his suit.

After all, it wasn't the most suitable attire for intense physical activity. Now, two of the buttons at his collar had popped off, revealing his delicate collarbones and adding a touch of untidy, stylish charm.

He took a step and leaped back to the rooftop terrace where Meng Qingjiao and Zong Shi Can were waiting. Then, he reached into his pocket and took out his phone.

He opened his contacts and found Ning Yuantai's number. With one hand, he pressed the call button, and with the other, he held back Zong Shi Can, who was trying to hug him.

"Master!!! I admire you so much!" Zong Shi Can exclaimed, her delicate face flushed with excitement, her adoring eyes shining with near-tangible reverence.

"I know," Xue Jing said, holding her back with one hand. "Don't make a fuss."

The phone had just started dialing when it was abruptly answered.

"Brother Xue, did you need me?" Ning Yuantai's respectful voice came through the receiver.

"Yuantai, I've caught the Skinner. Come over," Xue Jing said.

"Ah?"

Ning Yuantai was taken aback for a moment before hurriedly replying, "I'll be right there! As expected of you! I'll be there immediately!"

Xue Jing acknowledged with an "en" and continued, "I'm currently at... I don't even know where this place is. Just track my location. I'll be waiting for you on the rooftop terrace."

After a few more words, Xue Jing hung up the phone.

He then handed the phone to Zong Shi Can.

"Call your grandfather."

Zong Shi Can's eyes lit up, and she eagerly took the phone, pressing it against her cheek with a blissful expression.

"My master's phone, which he always carries with him..."

"Sniff sniff... It smells so nice, like my master."

Xue Jing: "..."

He raised his hand as if to snap his fingers and gave the little girl a light tap on the head.

Zong Shi Can winced in pain and rubbed her forehead, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she pouted at Xue Jing. "Master, why are you doing this~"

Xue Jing pinched her soft, white cheeks between his fingers. "You little pervert, with your object fetish."

"Ow ow ow ow ow..." Zong Shi Can cried out.

After Xue Jing let go, she rubbed her reddened cheeks and protested, "Immediately retract your statement! I'm not a pervert, nor do I have a fetish. I simply adore my master!"

"If I could directly smell my master's body, I wouldn't need to smell his phone. It's a matter of principle!"

Xue Jing's expression turned into that of a 'phone-on-the-subway-elderly-man.jpg.'

He reached out and ruffled the little girl's head like a basketball.

"You little rascal, you may be young, but you sure know how to talk. You must spend a lot of time surfing the web, huh?"

"Don't press your phone against your face. It may look clean, but it's never been washed or disinfected. It's filthy."

Zong Shi Can pouted and tried to hug him again, giggling, "Then I'll stick to my master directly!"

Xue Jing held her head down to stop her from getting too close and said indifferently,

"Cut it out. Hurry up and call your grandfather to let him know you're safe."

"Okay..." Zong Shi Can pouted and took the phone, opening the dial pad.

As she was about to enter the number, her hand froze.

Embarrassed, she said, "......I don't know my grandfather's phone number."

Nodding, Xue Jing replied, "I thought so. You look like you're not very smart, so it's normal if you can't remember a phone number."

Zong Shi Can frowned, "That's not true! I just didn't remember his number, but if it were my master's phone number, I would definitely remember it!"

Xue Jing smiled, "You're a cheeky little one."

He took the phone back from the little girl, thought for a moment, and then called Li Qi.

"Hello, Master..."

After the call connected, Xue Jing briefly explained what had happened and asked Li Qi to notify the Tiger Spirit Dojo so they wouldn't worry. He assured them that he would bring Zong Shi Can back soon and then hung up.

Just then, the panel flashed with a notification.

[Divinity Absorption Complete]



[Divinity Owned: 2133]



'Nearly five hundred points of divinity... A good harvest.'

Xue Jing nodded.

His divinity stockpile had surged to two thousand points, enough to upgrade his Level 6 Shadowflame by one level.

However, he hadn't decided how to use it yet, so he set it aside for the time being.

Xue Jing also checked his experience point gains.

[...Health Experience: +806]



[...Running Experience: +768]



[...Aiming...] [...Combat...] [...Striking...] [...Coiling Dragon As-You-Wish Energy...] [...Visualization • True...]



Although the battle had ended in an instant, it was still a real fight, and his opponents had been relatively strong, so the gains were significant. Among them, [Combat] and [Coiling Dragon As-You-Wish Energy] were close to leveling up.

Dismissing the panel, Xue Jing felt pleased. Even Zong Shi Can, this annoying little girl, seemed more tolerable now.

He bantered with her for a while, and about twenty minutes later, the sound of a helicopter's propellers could be heard in the sky.

The rooftop of this tall building was spacious, and the helicopter landed right in front of Xue Jing, the downdraft from its propellers blowing his hair back.

Ning Yuantai jumped out of the helicopter and ran over to Xue Jing, greeting him hastily,

"Brother Xue!"

Xue Jing smiled and nodded at him, gesturing to the black-eyed youth lying on the ground, still unconscious.

"He's the Skinner."

As he spoke, Xue Jing took out a matchbox and handed it to Ning Yuantai.

"I found this on him."

Ning Yuantai took the box curiously, "So this is GOD-1291..."

"I heard that when you light a GOD-1291 match, because everyone has a different perception of beauty, the 'little girl' that appears differs for each person, but without exception, everyone becomes infatuated with her..."

"I wonder what kind of 'little girl' I would see if I lit it..."

Xue Jing smiled, "Now that you mention it, I'm a little curious too... Why don't you try it first?"

Ning Yuantai quickly shook his head and waved his hands, "Brother Xue, you're joking! So far, not a single person who has lit a GOD-1291 match has been able to quit. I'm just a small fry, I dare not..."

As he spoke, he signaled to a few staff members who had disembarked from the helicopter to inject the black-eyed youth on the ground with some unknown syringe. They then carried him onto the helicopter.

Xue Jing asked casually, "What was that?"

"Muscle relaxant... A special version," Ning Yuantai explained.

"Handcuffs and the likes aren't effective on martial artists, so when we apprehend them, we administer this. Unless they're a Transcendent Sect Master, they won't be able to utter a word after the injection."

As he spoke, Ning Yuantai walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down at the street below.

At that moment, the sounds of fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances could be heard from below, and the street was packed with vehicles and onlookers.

The human-shaped hole in the ground, the broken trees, the pierced corpses, and the nearby buildings that had been pierced through—Ning Yuantai couldn't help but exclaim,

"The fight was intense, Brother Xue."

Xue Jing smiled, "Please help me explain things to the Qingcheng Government."

"No problem," said Ning Yuantai.

Xue Jing hummed in acknowledgment, "Alright, then that's it. I'll leave him to you. I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be going now."

Ning Yuantai nodded and said sincerely, "Xue Ge, thank you so much for your help this time. I'll ask Zhi Go for a reward on your behalf!"

Xue Jing waved his hand. "It was no trouble at all... But I'll still take the reward. Hm, preferably a divine artifact."

Ning Yuantai laughed and said, "I understand your love for divine artifacts; it's well-known within the Special Service Department."

As he spoke, he handed the matchbox he was holding to Xue Jing. "By the way, Xue Ge, this item is your spoils of war. You can do whatever you want with it."

Xue Jing took the box and raised an eyebrow. "Really? Don't you need to bring it back as evidence?"

Ning Yuantai waved his hand. "No need. Seeing it myself is enough. My word is evidence enough... Don't misunderstand, though; this has nothing to do with my family background. It's purely because I have high personal credibility."

...

The helicopter departed with a 'clatter-clatter-clatter', and Xue Jing glanced at the matchbox in his hand.

He had already absorbed all the divinity from this item, so it was useless now. He wondered what to do with it.

"Hmm, I'll find an opportunity to give it to Youqing A Dream."

He thought to himself as he put the matchbox into his pocket.

"Alright, let's go, Sister," Xue Jing said to Meng Qingjiao beside him.

As he spoke, he grabbed Zong Shi Can by the back of her collar and lifted her up.

Zong Shi Can widened her eyes and struggled, flailing her arms and legs. "Master, I demand a princess carry!"

"You're not a princess," Xue Jing said offhandedly.

"I am a princess!" Zong Shi Can insisted. "Everyone at school calls me Princess because I'm so pretty."

"Save it, Princess. I don't offer that service here." Xue Jing replied nonchalantly.

"Master..." Zong Shi Can's eyes sparkled, and her face turned pink with excitement. "Would you call me Princess one more time?"

"You little rascal, you sure know how to take advantage of the situation."

...

Carrying Zong Shi Can, Xue Jing and Meng Qingjiao made their way back to the Tiger Spirit Dojo arena amid the little girl's incessant chattering.

Zong Jin Kui and a group of Tiger Spirit Dojo disciples were pacing anxiously at the entrance. They finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Xue Jing carrying Zong Shi Can back.

"Can!"

Zong Jin Kui rushed to Zong Shi Can and asked worriedly, "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Zong Shi Can shook her head happily. "I'm fine, Grandpa. Master came just in time. He's so amazing!"

The little girl began to recount the events that had just transpired, using her hands and feet to emphasize her story, especially the part where Xue Jing had appeared to save her and defeated the disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo. However, her limited vocabulary made her account a bit confusing.

"Master went 'whoosh' and 'boom', and those people..."

Zong Jin Kui interrupted her with a twitch of his lips. "Alright, alright... Grandpa understands."

He then turned to Xue Jing and patted him on the shoulder, his expression solemn. "Xiao Jing, you've done a great service for me."

Xue Jing smiled and waved it off. "It was a coincidence. I was just in the right place at the right time. Don't mention it, Old Dojo Master."

Zong Jin Kui shook his head. "No, I must repay this debt. Even if it means throwing myself into a knife mountain or an oil pot, I will definitely repay this favor."

"You're too kind, Old Dojo Master," Xue Jing said.

"Not at all... Forget the formalities. We martial artists value our word. From now on, no matter what you need, just come to me, and I'll do my best to help!" Zong Jin Kui declared, patting his sturdy chest.

"By the way, Xiao Jing, about Can wanting to become your disciple..." Zong Jin Kui asked.

At the mention of this, Zong Shi Can immediately turned hopeful eyes toward Xue Jing.

"Master..."

"Don't worry. Whether or not you accept Can as your disciple, I will still hand over this dojo to Li Laotou. Don't feel burdened by it. It's a small matter, really." Zong Jin Kui assured him.

Xue Jing turned his gaze to Zong Shi Can.

Although this little girl was a bit annoying and had a bit of a perverse streak, she was pretty and lively, and Xue Jing quite liked her.

After a moment's thought, he asked: "Shi Can, I've only been practicing martial arts for a short time myself, and I barely have enough time to focus on my own cultivation every day... You should know that if I take you as my disciple now, I won't be able to teach you anything."

"All you'll get is a meaningless title. Even so, do you still want to become my disciple?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Zong Shi Can had already thrown herself at him and hugged him tightly.

"Master!" she exclaimed joyfully.

Xue Jing was taken aback for a moment before he chuckled and gently patted her head.

"Alright then."

...

(End of Chapter)

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