Chapter 378: Chapter 224: Jealous Miao Miao Over Youqing A Dream, GOD-542*Forgotten Greatsword (4K)_2
Xue Jing: “Hmm?”
“Just like the Thirteen Great Families, the Six Major Zaibatsu are 'victors of the new era.' Compared to the overly massive and quite complicated Zhuxia, the Far East only has two metropolises, 'Tokyo' and 'Osaka.' The scale of the Six Major Zaibatsu is enough to completely devour this small island nation.”
“They are the undisputed Kings of that land. Whether it's the Prime Minister or the so-called 'Living Deity' the Emperor, they are now nothing more than puppets raised by the Six Major Zaibatsu.”
“Therefore, as the third heir to the Otogi Zaibatsu, Otogirusu's status is equivalent to that of a crown prince, a prince regent. We have to ensure, as much as possible, that he doesn't suffer any mishaps in Zhuxia… Of course, all these are just according to basic diplomatic policies; he hasn't received any special treatment.”
Xue Jing suddenly understood: “I see, I've been enlightened.”
Wu Youqing laughed: “You've extracted a rather important piece of information this time, uncovering the purpose and motivation behind the establishment of the Troublemaker Club, which counts as another merit for you.”
Xue Jing's eyes immediately lit up, energized: “Is there a reward?”
“Not at the moment, I'll save it up for you,” Wu Youqing said.
Xue Jing pouted: “What's the point in saving it up? Shouldn't you reward me on the spot, to show how generous You are?”
Wu Youqing snorted lightly: “I never said I was generous.”
“I don't believe it! The wise and valiant Youqing Buddha would definitely not be stingy with a small reward. You must be an imposter. Who are you really!”
“The wise and valiant Youqing Buddha is neither wise, valiant, nor a Buddha.”
“Hmm? You seem really dissatisfied with that title. From now on, I'll call you Goddess…”
“Xue Jing, it seems you're really asking for it…”
After chatting with Wu Youqing for nearly an hour, Xue Jing hung up the phone with a smile.
He had just put away his phone and was about to follow his original plan to go out for dinner when suddenly, he turned his head sharply to look to the side.
The room lights were off, and it was nearing nightfall. Only a faint light penetrated from outside the window, in the dark corner of the room, a pair of emerald-like vertical pupils stared at him eerily like two ghost fires.
“…Teacher Wan, why are you crouching there?”
Xue Jing cleared his throat and softly spoke.
Miao Miao snorted lightly, her beautiful and enchanting cat face squinted, presenting an ambiguous expression.
“Normally you're so nonchalant towards women. It seems now that you just haven't met one you truly like… You sure had a lively chat with Boss Wu.”
Xue Jing kept his composure and smiled: “It's a work necessity. That's how you talk to a superior. After all, I too am a member of society…”
Miao Miao neither agreed nor disagreed: “I've never seen a member of society call flirting with a superior a work necessity.”
Xue Jing walked up to her, lifted her into his arms, and petted her head as he pondered:
“What's this? Have you been wallowing in vinegar in that corner? As expected of a woman with an Affection Level of over two thousand towards me, that terrifying possessiveness…”
Miao Miao's mouth twitched: “That damn thing is definitely wrong. How could the Sect Hierarch possibly have such a high Affection Level towards you? It must be either a mistake, or you're misreporting the situation. Affection Level isn't calculated like that…”
Xue Jing simply continued to gently stroke her head, his gaze warm and smiling, but he remained silent.
Miao Miao felt increasingly uncomfortable under his gaze, feeling like a child lying to her parents, her cheeks heating up as if her parents saw through everything yet chose to be understanding.
“Hmph!”
In the end, she just snorted and turned her head away, no longer making eye contact with Xue Jing.
Another day passed.
Today was the official day of the U19 Grand Finals.
Xue Jing woke up very early today. Before five o'clock, he had gone up to the rooftop, sat down cross-legged, relaxed his spirit, thought about nothing, and began meditating to adjust his condition.
Today his opponent was not Zhou Yinglin or Otogirusu, but Yin Muhu.
Out of respect for his friend, although it wasn't very necessary, Xue Jing still decided to take it seriously and go into the match in the best condition possible.
Although under the influence of True Martial, the lower limit of his condition would never fall below one hundred percent, to try to perform above one hundred percent, he still had to put in some effort.
It wasn't to the extent of burning incense and bathing, fasting for three days, but at least meditating in quiet contemplation was a form of respect.
At around eight o'clock, Xue Jing opened his eyes, and a brilliant divine light burst forth from within, intensely bright.
He stood up, walked to the edge of the rooftop, and looked down.
He saw Ning Yuantai slowly approaching the building where he was, not far away.
Over his shoulder, he was carrying a bundle of cloth… a door panel?
Xue Jing was unsure about what the two-meter-long rectangular object Ning Yuantai was carrying was.
He turned around and went downstairs, came to the main entrance, and opened the door.
Ning Yuantai had just gotten to the doorway when he saw Xue Jing and immediately waved hello,
“Xue, good morning!”
Xue Jing nodded to him and replied, “Morning.”
Then, curiously, he looked at the 'door panel' Ning Yuantai was carrying and asked, “Yuantai, what's that thing you're carrying?”
Ning Yuantai patted the 'door panel' with his other hand, producing a soft thud like tapping on a rock, and laughed, “This was just air-shipped over this morning, it's for you.”
“Old Xu said, it was a noble person who sent it to you.”
Xue Jing questioned, “A noble person?”
Ning Yuantai leaned in closer to him and whispered,
“I don't know the specifics either, I asked Old Xu but he wouldn't tell me, so I called my family to investigate, but then my father called me and only said 'I can't talk about it right now'.”
Xue Jing tilted his head, “What is with this riddle man act?”
Ning Yuantai shrugged, “Who knows… However, although they didn't tell me anything, the phrase 'can't talk about it' itself reveals a lot of information.”
“The only ones who would make my family stay silent like this… would be the Thirteen Great Families, and it would have to be related to the direct lines of the Thirteen Great Families.”
“Xue, you might want to think about whether you have any involvement with the direct-line families of the Thirteen Great Families?”
Xue Jing appeared contemplative, “The direct lines of the Thirteen Great Families…”
Youqing A Dream? Although she had never mentioned it to Xue Jing, judging by her surname 'Wu' and her almost miraculous ability to solve any problem, she was very likely a member of a direct-line family of the Thirteen Great Families… but considering his relationship with Youqing A Dream, if she was going to send something, there would be no need for such mysterious acting.
The only other possibility left was the Zhu Family…
The direct line of the Zhu Family in Capital City, especially the branch that showed him great animosity, wouldn't send him anything.
And the animosity of the Zhu Family's Capital City branch wasn't without reason; Xue Jing had speculated before that it might be related to his own Teacher Zhu, Zhu Shanying.
If his own teacher was from a branch of the Zhu Family's direct line…
Could it be, this item was sent by Teacher Zhu?
Xue Jing shook his head, breaking his train of thought, and looked at Ning Yuantai, extending his hand,
“Let's see the item.”
Ning Yuantai took down the 'door panel' he was carrying and handed it over to Xue Jing.
As soon as he took it, Xue Jing felt a heaviness in his hand, which raised his eyebrows.
With his current base Qi Force, he was able to lift objects weighing up to several tons. To feel a noticeable 'heaviness' from this 'door panel', it must be significantly heavy.
Xue Jing used his other hand to unwrap the cloth covering the door panel.
In an instant, a rustic giant sword, two meters and thirty centimeters long and nearly forty centimeters wide, appeared before him.
The texture of the giant sword was somewhere between steel and stone, with faint rust marks and barely noticeable chips, looking like an ancient battlefield weapon that had withstood the passage of time.
“This is…”
Xue Jing was momentarily stunned, and as soon as his palm touched the blade, a panel automatically popped up.
[Divine Substance detected, absorbing Divinity…]
After seeing this prompt, Xue Jing immediately searched through the Divine Relics information in his mind and soon knew what the giant sword in his hand was.
“GOD-542*Forgotten Greatsword?”
Chapter end
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