I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly Chapter 520

Chapter 520: Chapter 292: Meng, Charmed by Xue Jing, Spends a Day Close with a Beautiful Girl (4K)_2

Because he was innately aligned with True Martial, practicing the Yellow Grannie Skill was not much of a challenge for him, but it might be quite burdensome for Meng.

Meng Qingjiao breathed slightly, glanced at Xue Jing, and suddenly leaned forward, resting against Xue Jing's chest.

Xue Jing gently supported Meng Qingjiao's shoulders with his hands, making no other move, waiting for Meng Qingjiao to recover.

Xue Jing's current martial realm was extremely high, his body clear and almost free of any impurities, and coupled with a Level 10 Charm Art, he naturally carried a wonderful body scent all year round.

Although Xue Jing used Aura Blockade to contain his scent to a few centimeters away from his body, Meng Qingjiao was now too close to him, having breathed in once, her nostrils were filled with Xue Jing's scent.

Then… she found it intoxicating, and took several more breaths.

Xue Jing was originally waiting for her to gather enough breath to stand up, but after a while, he realized something was amiss… why was Meng's breathing getting heavier?

Could it be that there was some problem with the Yellow Grannie Skill just now?

Xue Jing's expression turned serious. This technique was practiced by him alone, and he was the only reference… and he was precisely not a reference one could rely on.

If Meng really had a problem with her practice, that would be bad.

“Sister, are you alright?”

He hurriedly pushed Meng Qingjiao's shoulders, moving her away from his chest, and looked at her complexion.

Her complexion was still good, quite rosy, but for some reason, her normally cold gaze seemed quite hazy… as if somewhat unsatisfied.

Xue Jing hesitated, “Sister?”

Hearing this, Meng Qingjiao snapped out of it, steadied herself by holding onto Xue Jing's arm, sat upright, and shook her head to indicate she was fine.

She took out her cell phone from her clothing pocket, covered her lower face with it, and gazed somberly at Xue Jing.

Just as Xue Jing was confused, she tapped a few times on her phone and handed the screen to Xue Jing to see.

On it was a notebook page, written with three characters.

[Continue then.]

Xue Jing asked with concern, “Can you hold on?”

Meng Qingjiao nodded, indicating no problem.

A while later…

“Plop–”

Meng Qingjiao collapsed onto Xue Jing again, beginning to breathe heavily.

For some reason, the way Meng collapsed this time was a bit different… it seemed like she was clinging even closer to him.

The entire world seemed to press against him.

Xue Jing didn't speak, just supported Meng Qingjiao's shoulders, lost in thought, wondering what he might be thinking about.

After a long while, when Meng Qingjiao showed no intention of getting up, Xue Jing was just about to remind her when suddenly a loud noise came from the door.

The door was forcefully pushed open, and a pretty little girl a bit over 1.4 meters tall entered.

Xue Jing turned his head to look, it was his long-unseen little apprentice, Zong Shichan.

“Master!”

Zong Shichan, thrilled to see Xue Jing, instantly stiffened upon glimpsing the scene inside the room, seeing Meng Qingjiao nestled in Xue Jing's arms, the two apparently holding each other.

The little girl's happy expression turned discontent, she whined, “Eh~ how come, Master Meng is so sly!”

“I want to hug Master too!”

Saying so, she lunged forward and hugged Xue Jing, clinging to him like a koala.

“Hehe, Master, Chan'er missed you so much.”

Zong Shichan said with a giggle.

Xue Jing looked at her with a puzzled expression, “You are?”

The little girl's eyes widened, “Master, have you forgotten me?”

“I am your well-behaved little apprentice Zong Shichan whom you said you'd dote on for life!”

Xue Jing stated blandly, “I never said that.”

Zong Shichan retorted, “See, you remember!”

Seeing Zong Shichan arrive, Meng Qingjiao stood up from Xue Jing's chest, her expression returning to her usual cool and detached demeanor.

“Sister, let's end here for today,”

Xue Jing said.

“…” Meng Qingjiao nodded, reaching out to tidy up his slightly disheveled clothing at the front.

Xue Jing stood up, picked up Zong Shichan still hanging onto him with one hand, and set her down on the ground:

“Don't stick to me, it's very hot.”

On hearing this, Zong Shichan pouted and mumbled, “Then why can Master Meng… Master, you're so biased.”

Xue Jing laughed and ruffled her hair, “Your Master Meng was tired from martial arts practice, resting against me to take a breather.”

Zong Shichan's eyes lit up, “Master, you haven't taught me martial arts for a long time. Today you must train me hard!”

Xue Jing touched his chin, “Ch-ch.”

Two hours later, inside Xue Jing's cultivation room.

Zong Shichan lay on the ground, drenched in sweat, with her buttocks up, barely able to move even a finger, gasping for breath. She looked incredulously at Xue Jing, who was two meters away from her.

“Master, why are you standing so far away?” she asked.

“Shouldn't you come over and hug me now?”

Xue Jing, who was looking at the notice that his “Teaching” had upgraded to Lv7, glanced at Zong Shichan, who was sprawled on the floor, and tilted his head, “Hmm? No, you are all sweaty.”

Zong Shichan retorted angrily, “How can the sweet sweat of a beautiful girl be considered sweat! You never despised Master Meng's!”

Xue Jing's eyes twinkled with amusement, “Claiming to be a beautiful girl… haha.”

Zong Shichan became instantly flustered, “In school, I am called Princess! Calling myself a beautiful girl is just being modest!”

With that, she murmured somewhat disheartened:

“Master, I really tried hard… reward me a little, will you?”

Xue Jing smiled, not continuing to tease the young girl any further. He walked up to her, crouched down, and gently touched her head, softly saying:

“You've worked hard.”

The moment his words fell, the seemingly immobile young girl suddenly pounced forward and hugged Xue Jing, burying her head in his chest, giggling, “You fell for it, Master, this is my act of coquetry!”

Xue Jing, not surprised at all, continued to pat her head, laughing, “Yes, only you are clever, I fell for it.”

Zong Shichan, tremendously satisfied, hugged Xue Jing, feeling as though her spirit had been purified.

She loved her master the most.

Xue Jing stayed at the Hidden Dragon Dojo for half a day, and by the time he returned home, the sky was already cloaked in night.

In the living room, Xue Wan was lying on the couch, holding Miao Miao, and watching a sketch show on TV, occasionally laughing and vigorously rubbing Miao Miao.

When she saw Xue Jing come back, Xue Wan sat up and patted the spot next to her.

“Jing, come over here, come over here.”

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing walked over and sat next to Xue Wan, taking Miao Miao out of her arms.

“What's up?” he asked.

Xue Wan said discontentedly, “Did you forget something?”

As she spoke, she pinched the hem of her clothes and began to lift her top up.

Her slender and sexy waist was instantly revealed, adorned with a ruby-like belly button ring.

“Hurry up, give me a quick draw.”

Xue Wan urged.

Xue Jing's mouth twitched, “You're doing this on purpose, can't you phrase it differently?”

He slightly reluctantly touched Xue Wan's 'Stigmata' with his hand.

[Detecting Divine Substance, initiating Divine Absorption…]

Xue Wan, as if entering a hot spring on a cold winter day, exhaled comfortably.

“In just one month, my mutation rate has almost reached 30%, you need to handle it or I'm going to contract the Mutative Disease,” she said.

Xue Jing frowned and commented, “You're too lax. Just because there's a solution doesn't mean you can relax like that. If you keep this up, the mutation rate will accelerate, and what if I can't reach you for a few months or a year?”

Xue Wan waved her hand dismissively, “I understand.”

It wasn't long before the panel notified him.

[Divine Absorption Complete]

Xue Jing looked at the Divinity section.

[Divinity Held: 1365]

This time, he had drawn over eight hundred points of divinity from Xue Wan, which was a record high, even more than the first time.

Although the harvest was significant, Xue Jing wasn't overly concerned. Instead, he spread his palm and grabbed Xue Wan's head firmly.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, it hurts!”

Xue Wan immediately cried out in pain.

“Remember, when I'm not around, you need to keep a tight spirit, curb the momentum of mutation, and not be nonchalant about it,” Xue Jing said calmly.

“I know, I know already! Ouch, let go, Big Master Jing!”

Xue Wan quickly patted Xue Jing's hand, which was as firm as a vise, making thudding sounds.

Chapter end

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