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Chapter 90: Li Qi: Compared to My Disciple, You're Nothing
Chapter 90: Li Qi: Compared to My Disciple, You're Nothing
"Little Junior Brother, Little Junior Brother."
Xue Jing was practicing his swordplay when he heard Zhu Shan Ying calling out to him from outside the training room.
He paused, sheathed his longsword, and placed it on the ground before reaching for a towel hanging on the wall to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The training room door opened, and Zhu Shan Ying's petite figure darted in.
"Ta-da! Here comes the hero!"
The young girl's bright and lively eyes curved into a crescent shape as she held a rectangular black cloth in her hands.
"Little Junior Brother, look what I brought for you."
Xue Jing smiled and greeted her, "Senior Sister Zhu."
Then, looking at the black rectangular cloth in her hands, he asked curiously, "What is this?"
Zhu Shan Ying smiled mischievously, "Guess."
Xue Jing glanced at the black cloth and was about to say something when his eyes flickered with a strange sense of familiarity.
He felt an inexplicable connection to the black cloth, as if it were calling out to him.
Reaching out, Xue Jing held the cloth in his hand and felt a surge of kinship.
He exclaimed, "What a fine sword."
Zhu Shan Ying was taken aback for a moment, "How did you know it's a sword?"
"I guessed," Xue Jing smiled.
Pouting, Zhu Shan Ying said, "Little Junior Brother, you're lying."
"If I were guessing, I would have only guessed it was a 'sword'. How did you know it was a 'fine sword'?"
Xue Jing asked in surprise, "Senior Sister Zhu, how did you suddenly become so smart?"
Hearing this, Zhu Shan Ying was not pleased.
She glared at Xue Jing and grumbled, "What do you mean 'suddenly'? I've always been smart."
The girl stretched out her hands and pinched Xue Jing's cheeks.
"Quick, tell me how you knew this is a fine sword."
Xue Jing untied the rope around the black cloth and unveiled a longsword sheathed in a black scabbard.
The sword that appeared before him had a black hilt and a silver-white blade, with a total length of about four and a half feet.
Its shape resembled a Royal Guard sword, with a slight curve. In the sunlight streaming through the window, it reflected a cold light, indicating its extreme sharpness even to the naked eye.
With the natural affinity for weapons granted by [Weapon Strike], he quickly understood everything about this sword.
It was as if the sword were introducing itself to him.
Seeing how Xue Jing couldn't take his hands off the sword, Zhu Shan Ying was delighted. She placed her hands behind her back and smiled, "This sword was one of my grandfather's collections."
"Little Junior Brother, you're going to participate in the U19 tournament, so you'll need a good weapon... I've never given you anything since you joined, so I'm giving you this sword!"
Xue Jing hesitated and shook his head, about to say something.
But Zhu Shan Ying tiptoed and ruffled his hair affectionately, her eyes sparkling with a smile, "Don't worry, my grandfather has a lot of collections, and I've already talked to him about giving this sword to you. He agreed."
"I see..." Xue Jing looked at the beautiful sword in his hands and thought for a moment before saying, "Thank you, Senior Sister Zhu... By the way, how much is this sword worth?"
Zhu Shan Ying nodded, "Hmm... The main material of this sword is 'Dragonbone Steel', an alloy forged from the bones of dragon-like species mixed with other rare metals."
"It is said that the forger was a master by the name of He Jiuxi, who has now retired."
The young girl calculated with her fingers for a moment.
"Including its collection value, it should be worth around 20 million."
Xue Jing's lips twitched.
Was this her way of making a small gesture? This amount would wipe out his entire net worth!
In an instant, Xue Jing quickly banished the thought of himself as a wealthy individual from his mind.
"Senior Sister Zhu... This is too valuable."
Xue Jing shook his head.
But Zhu Shan Ying softly spoke up:
"Little Junior Brother."
"You once said, 'to a strong person, money is but pebbles that can be found everywhere, picked up with ease, and discarded without a second thought.'"
She fixed her gaze on Xue Jing.
"It's just a mere 20 million for this sword, do you feel that you can't bear the burden of accepting it or that you won't be able to repay me?"
The girl's tone was extremely calm, a stark contrast to her usual self.
"......"
Xue Jing stared at Zhu Shan Ying.
Her lively eyes seemed to hold a certain expectation.
After a long while, Xue Jing smiled.
"I've been stingy."
He sheathed the longsword and said sincerely to Zhu Shan Ying:
"Thank you, Senior Sister Zhu. I'll gladly accept the sword."
In the month since he had joined the dojo, his strength had been increasing rapidly.
But his mentality... seemed to have not kept up completely.
Xue Jing rubbed the space between his brows.
He never expected that the boastful words he had spoken before would come back to bite him like a boomerang.
Indeed, it was just a mere 20 million.
To him, it was no longer something so valuable that he couldn't afford to repay.
Just as an ordinary person wouldn't feel anxious if a friend treated them to a meal, to him, this 20 million sword was just 'a meal'.
He needed to reflect and adjust his mindset.
"Hmph, this is the Little Junior Brother I want to see."
Zhu Shan Ying's eyes curved with a smile again, and she reached out to pat Xue Jing's back.
"Little Senior Brother, Little Senior Brother!"
An anxious call came from outside the training room.
Xue Jing and Zhu Shan Ying looked at each other, then walked to the door with the sword and opened it.
Outside stood a male disciple in a white training uniform. When he saw Xue Jing, he quickly said:
"Little Senior Brother, Master is calling for you at the training hall."
Xue Jing asked in confusion, "What's happened?"
The male disciple explained, "Someone from the Golden Wind Dojo has come to our dojo... It seems they're here to cause trouble."
Xue Jing narrowed his eyes. "Golden Wind Dojo?"
......
"So, you're here to challenge our dojo?"
In the training hall of the Dragon-Hidden Dojo, Li Qi sat in his wheelchair, his tone unperturbed as he looked at the two people before him.
Li Chengxuan, who stood opposite Li Qi, raised an eyebrow and said,
"Don't misunderstand, Master Li. I'm here purely for an exchange of skills."
"In Qingcheng, who would dare to court death by kicking the 'Dragon King's' dojo?"
"By 'exchange', I mean a friendly spar."
Li Qi glanced at him twice and snorted.
"I've heard of you. You're quite talented to have cultivated the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword to the 'Blade Reaches Four Tips' stage at such a young age."
Li Chengxuan immediately bowed slightly and smiled, "It's an honor for me to be known by you, Senior."
Li Qi ignored his flattery and instead stroked the top of his bald head, saying indifferently,
"However, Jiao Hongyuan has protected you too well, causing you to become arrogant and ignorant of your place in the world."
"Compared to my disciple, your talent is like a dried pile of dog shit by the roadside. I can't be bothered to even glance at it."
As Xue Jing arrived at the entrance of the training hall, he heard these words and his expression became strange.
Master's choice of words... was quite unique.
......
(End of Chapter)
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