Chapter 209: Spear Art, Shadowflame Upgrade, Elementalization! Nature-based Fruit Ability User, Xue

Chapter 209: Spear Art, Shadowflame Upgrade, Elementalization! Nature-based Fruit Ability User, Xue Jing (4K)



In the living room, Xue Wan lifted her top, revealing a slender waist. On her attractive belly button, which was pierced vertically, hung a navel ring resembling a ruby.

Having gone through this once before, Xue Wan was now indifferent to the fact that her younger brother had seen and touched her belly button. At this moment, she showed no sign of embarrassment and calmly said, "In the past half-month, my mutation rate has risen to nearly 20%..."

"You're probably right. Now that I have a solution to the mutation, I've relaxed, and my resistance to the erosion of my spiritual power has slipped..."

Xue Jing extended his finger and touched her stigmata.

[Detecting divine substance. Absorbing divinity...]



Xue Jing read the message that popped up on the panel and said, "The increase is similar to the last time, with no sign of accelerating. There's no need to worry. Just let me touch it once every ten days or so."

Feeling the warmth of her younger brother's finger, Xue Wan acknowledged with a soft "hmph."

Zong Shi Chan, who was curious, asked, "Master, Auntie, what are you doing?"

For some reason, Xue Wan asked the little girl to call her "Auntie" instead of "Master." She reasoned that a master was like a father, and since Ah Jing was her father, it would be more appropriate to call his older sister "Auntie."

However, Xue Jing felt that she might have a desire to cosplay Xiao Long Nu.

"Why are you asking so many questions, little kid? Go play aside."

Xue Jing waved his hand at Zong Shi Chan.

The little girl pouted and walked over to the sofa, gently stroking the sleeping cat that lay beside her.

After a while—

[Divinity absorption complete]



[Divinity possessed: 4178]



Xue Jing glanced at the amount of divinity on the panel and calculated that he had gained a little over 600 points of divinity.

"Last time when I absorbed divinity, your mutation rate was just over 10%, and the harvest was around 300 points."

"Now, at around 20%, it's 600 points... So it's 300 points for every 10%?"

Xue Jing's eyes narrowed in thought.

"No, it's not that simple..."

Shaking his head, Xue Jing playfully patted Xue Wan's belly.

"Pa pa—"

Xue Wan jumped in surprise and quickly pulled down her shirt, glaring at him. "What are you doing?"

Xue Jing smiled happily. "Nothing... I just think my big sister is so beautiful."

Having absorbed almost 1,600 points of divinity from his elder sister on three separate occasions, and with more expected in the future, Xue Jing now saw her in a different light. Her looks, which he had previously considered no different from a flower, suddenly seemed much more attractive, like a lush, dewy plant.

However, upon hearing his words, Xue Wan did not feel happy. Instead, she covered her chest with her hands and said warily, "What are you plotting? Let me tell you, I don't have any money!"

Xue Jing smiled and was about to speak when his phone vibrated, indicating a new text message.

He opened it and read:

{...Account ending in 3166 received a transfer of 1,000,000,000 Zhuxia dollars. Current balance: 1,013,621,575.76 Zhuxia dollars...}

One billion Zhuxia dollars had arrived.

Even though Xue Jing had become somewhat indifferent to money, he still felt a thrill at the sight of this large sum.

"That was fast. It arrived today... Not a single cent in tax was deducted, as expected of a government allocation."

Xue Jing mused.

"What is it?" Xue Wan asked curiously, leaning closer to take a look.

Her eyes widened as she saw the string of digits. "Th-This... How many zeros are there?"

"Is this a scam text?"

She asked incredulously.

Xue Jing smiled slyly. "Your guess?"

"…."

After a moment of silence, Xue Wan knelt in front of Xue Jing, placed her hands on his knees, and looked up at him with a bright smile on her face. Her voice was soft and alluring as she said, "Sir Jing~~"

"I, I just got my driver's license recently~"

"Sure," Xue Jing replied readily. "You're my only sister in this world."

Xue Wan's eyes lit up. "So?"

With a wave of his hand, Xue Jing said, "Wuling Hongguang, the latest model. We'll pick up the car tomorrow."

Xue Wan: "..."

...

The next noon.

In the practice room of the Canglong Dojo.

Xue Jing held a three-meter-long spear made entirely of alloy and wielded it with agility.

For most people, the ideal weight of a cold weapon to be able to wield it with ease is less than one-hundredth of their maximum strength.

A typical soldier's sword wouldn't weigh more than two pounds.

In historical records and fictional novels, the weights described, ranging from several dozen to over a hundred pounds, are mostly exaggerated to impress.

Even the notoriously mighty Tyrant King, celebrated for his extraordinary power, wouldn't have wielded a weapon heavier than twenty pounds if he aimed to engage in lengthy combats.

There is a significant difference between being able to 'wield' a weapon and being able to 'effortlessly maneuver' it with agility.

At this moment, Xue Jing effortlessly handled the specially customized alloy spear, which weighed nearly ninety catties, as if it were made of plastic.

He executed all the fundamental spear techniques—pointing, picking, chopping, brushing, collapsing, and stabbing—with utmost lightness and precision, his hands steady without the slightest tremor.

It had been a while since Xue Jing last tested his current strength.

His basic punching power might have reached ten tons, or perhaps even twenty or thirty tons.

Currently, there was no equipment available to measure his strength accurately, as the devices in the dojo would shatter with a single punch.

Nonetheless, the ninety-catty spear in his hands felt as light as a feather.

"Swoosh—Whoosh—"

The practice room echoed with the whooshing sounds of Xue Jing's spear techniques as his understanding and skill improved with each swing, the progress visible to the naked eye.

Time passed, and with a final thrust, Xue Jing extended a faint golden spear tip through the spearhead, piercing through the air for several meters until it impaled a training iron sandbag, leaving it impaled.

Xue Jing exhaled and performed a spear flourish before retracting his spear.

"It's almost as if the experience points in different skills can be transferred to one another... My understanding of swordsmanship is gradually extending to spear techniques."

"In five days, it will be the finals. By then, I should be able to bring my spear techniques to a level close to my swordsmanship."

He pondered.

"The essence of 'Point Jing' is most compatible with the spear, so now I have an ultimate move in spear techniques that is no less powerful than 'Sakura Full Moon.' It should be good enough."

Since the disciple of the Spear Saint, Zhou Yinglin, had made it clear that he was targeting Xue Jing, Xue Jing had some ideas of his own.

There was nothing more humiliating to an opponent than being defeated in their area of expertise.

Xue Jing decided to have some fun with Zhou Yinglin using this spear technique, which he had practiced for less than ten days.

Xue Jing placed the spear back on the weapon rack and took down an eight-sided Han sword from the side.

Although spear techniques were his primary focus at the moment, he couldn't neglect the practice of other weapons.

After all, his main goal was to achieve proficiency in a hundred different weapons and improve his 【Weapon Strike】, and defeating Zhou Yinglin on the stage with his spear techniques was just a side objective. He couldn't afford to lose sight of his main goal.

And so, Xue Jing practiced sword techniques, staff techniques, whip techniques, and so on... Throughout the day, he trained with all eighteen weapons.

After practicing each type of weapon, he felt that his proficiency in handling all weapons had improved simultaneously.

When he picked up the nine-foot alloy spear again after practicing with all the other weapons, he felt a new sense of familiarity with it.

Xue Jing had a sudden realization.

"Indeed, what I'm cultivating is the 【Art of Weapon Strike】."

"The so-called 【Weapon Strike】 refers to the understanding of the concept of 'weapons' itself, rather than a single type of weapon..."

"Once there is progress, it immediately translates to improvement in the use of all weapons."

"Unlike those who specialize in a single weapon, I am treading the path of 'Mastery of a Hundred Weapons.'"

Xue Jing performed a spiral flourish with the spear in his hand, resembling a large electric fan, and even generated a 'clack-clack-clack-clack' sound like a helicopter's rotors, causing the room's curtains to flutter wildly as if they would tear off at any moment due to the violent airflow.

As he finished the flourish, he abruptly stopped the spear in his hand and then thrust it forward with a fierce stab!

"Swoosh—!!!"

A faint golden spear tip extended from the spearhead, shooting forward and turning the upper body of the iron sandbag into nothingness.

The nearly half-meter-wide and eight-meter-long spear tip remained solid and intact, extending from the spearhead. As Xue Jing slightly tilted the spear in his hand, the spear tip gently touched the ground.

Just like a lightsaber from sci-fi works, the solid hardwood floor seemed to melt like butter under a hot knife as the spear tip barely made contact with it, leaving a sharp gash in its wake.

"The space here is too small to fully demonstrate its power. This spear tip can be even longer and bigger."

Xue Jing nodded.

"Excellent. At the start of the match, I'll let you run for 39 meters..."

Xue Jing put the spear back on the rack, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then opened the panel.

His eyes shifted to the Divine Skills section.

"Since Zhou Yinglin is connected to the Secret Martial Arts Society, he probably also knows about my 'God-chosen Receiver' identity..."

"If he intends to kill me, he will definitely take my 'God-given Secret Art' into consideration. For him to still have the confidence to make a move against me, he must have something up his sleeve. I must be cautious."

(End of Chapter)Xue Jing thought for a moment, looking at the 4178 divinity points in his inventory, and clicked on the "Shadow Flame" skill.

[Shadow Flame Lv7 (4178/3000)]



"For now, my plan is to focus on one goal."

"Leave 1000 points for regular skills that might need to be upgraded, and put the rest into Shadow Flame to max it out and unlock the 'Divine Body' skill."

With his decision made, Xue Jing immediately clicked the upgrade button for Shadow Flame.

[Shadow Flame Lv8 (1178/4500)]



"Next upgrade will cost 4500 divinity points... and then 6000 for the next one after that."

"Plus the 2000 points needed to activate the Divine Body skill, that's a total of 12,000 divinity points... not too far off, considering the government owes me 10 divine artifacts, which would give me 5000 divinity points, and I already have 1000 on hand."

"Of course, there's no guarantee I won't spend some on other skills along the way... if I could just find another place like the 'Rumbling Waterfall' where I can earn a lot of divinity points, that would be great."

Shaking his head, Xue Jing stopped thinking about it.

He snapped his fingers, casting Shadow Flame, and a black flame erupted from his palm.

Perhaps due to the upgrade to Lv8, the black flame seemed to have become even darker and more intense, like a black hole that was absorbing the light around it.

After getting a feel for the changes to Shadow Flame after the upgrade, Xue Jing was about to test its power when he suddenly had an idea.

He instinctively looked at his arm.

The next moment, his arm... dissolved.

His entire arm quickly disappeared, transforming into a black flame!

"Whoa—"

Xue Jing blinked in surprise, staring at his arm, which had completely transformed into a black flame.

"Is this... elementalization?"

Without hesitation, Xue Jing picked up the Eight-Faced Han Sword from the nearby weapon rack and held it in a reverse grip.

Then, he stabbed the sword into his own stomach.

"Whoa—"

The sword passed through his body without any resistance, emerging from his back.

But Xue Jing's stomach didn't bleed at all, and only a few wisps of black flame escaped from the "wound".

"Wow..."

Xue Jing's eyes widened.

He pulled out the sword, and the "wound" on his stomach was immediately filled with black flames, restoring it to its original state.

Even his clothes were unscathed.

"Hmm? Is this the power of the Shadow Flame fruit?"

Xue Jing scratched his head, putting the Eight-Faced Han Sword back on the rack.

He sat down cross-legged, calming his excited heart.

With a thought, Xue Jing entered his consciousness space.

Numerous pixelated blocks swirled around him, constructing a desolate landscape.

Xue Jing appeared in the consciousness space, pinched his palm, and confirmed that the data was correct.

Dozens of opponents began to appear around him, including Li Chengxuan, Jiao Hongyuan, Yan Xiangweng, the leader of the Empty Gang, the man with the four-dimensional senses, Du Minglun, and various dragon species and cockroach monsters.

All of them were enraged, unleashing various attacks at Xue Jing.

Without moving, Xue Jing simply crossed his arms, watching calmly as the attacks rained down on him.

"Boom boom boom boom—!!"

He was instantly engulfed by the attacks, blown to smithereens and disappear into nothingness.

But the next moment, the battlefield was filled with black flames, which began to coalesce and take shape.

The black flames merged into a human form, slowly taking on Xue Jing's appearance.

"Hey, are you guys trying to tickle me? Don't you have enough to eat? Use some force, okay?"

Xue Jing scratched his ear, looking around, and raised an eyebrow.

"Roar—!!"

The enraged dragon roars shook the heavens, and the attacks came again.

Xue Jing smiled lightly, not bothering to defend himself. Instead, he spread his arms, transforming into a black flame that dispersed in all directions.

The black flames flew towards a cockroach monster, merging into Xue Jing's form.

He raised his right fist, and a Thunder Flame Blast sent the cockroach monster flying.

Xue Jing looked at his fist, muttering to himself:

"Now... I'm really invincible."

... (End of chapter)

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