I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

At Lv2, the vision boost is even more dramatic.

He picked up a small pebble and aimed it at the tiny flying insects on the distant wall.

Phew—pop!

After the cracking sound, a flat, small worm cake was left on the wall, along with yellow worm blood that had been squeezed out and smeared on the wall by the impact.

Xue Jing muttered to himself, "I think I can now call myself the 'Stone-Throwing Immortal' without any problem."

Testing the waters?

The fairy guides the way!

……

It was already 9:30 when I got home.

Xue Jing ultimately did not seek trouble with Duan Kaiping, for two reasons.

Firstly, Duan Kaiping's combat strength is unknown, but it is certainly not low. Going to cause trouble for him rashly would be a bit risky.

Secondly, if he also beats up Duan Kaiping, a core member of the Razor Gang, then the Razor Gang will definitely come after him, and the group that comes after him will definitely be more powerful than Duan Kaiping.

As long as he doesn't go after Duan Kaiping, the matter remains confined to the conflict between him and Duan Kaiping, or even with Duan Kaiping's underlings, and won't escalate into a conflict with the Razor Gang.

This way, he will have more time to develop.

"Meow~"

The cat stared at the boy who had returned home late with a look of dissatisfaction.

Xue Jing smiled, gently picked it up, and stroked its cheek as he said:

"Sorry I'm so late, you must be starving!"

"Meow~" the cat meowed softly.

'I was worried about you, you idiot.'

Feeling the boy's hand gently brush against her cheek, the cat squinted her eyes, seemingly enjoying it.

It gently inhaled the comforting scent of the boy, but suddenly its brow furrowed and its pink nose twitched slightly.

'The smell of blood...?'

"Wait a minute, I'll make you something to eat right away."

Xue Jing placed the cat on the sofa and walked towards the kitchen.

He had already eaten at Pei Youguang's house; he had ordered takeout.

The cat watched his retreating figure, feeling worried.

'Was there a fight? Or did something else happen?'

'Yes, he's so eager to learn martial arts, could it be that he's been bullied outside?'

Thinking about this, the cat couldn't sit still.

This kind-hearted boy took it in even though he knew it was a talking 'demon cat'. He would cook delicious meals for it, and he was also very good at petting cats. Plus, it was so handsome...

How could he be bullied?

Damn it, who can bully him? Who dares to bully him?!

The cat imagined the scenario and became furious.

Its cat face displayed an almost anthropomorphic, unpredictable mood swings, and its white paws kept popping out and retracting...

"Hahaha, here comes the chicken soup."

Xue Jing came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of chicken soup.

Feeling quite pleased with his gains on the skill panel, he couldn't help but make a joke.

But the cat, who had imagined a whole host of things, couldn't help but think that the smile on his face was forced.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Don't you like chicken soup?"

Xue Jing looked at the cat with a strange, anthropomorphic gloomy expression on its face.

That would be a waste... He ate too much at Pei Youguang's house, and if the cat doesn't eat, wouldn't this chicken soup be wasted?

A hint of sadness appeared on his face.

The cat couldn't hold back any longer.

"Young man, tell me, what happened?"

A sweet, innocent girl's voice came from the cat's mouth.

Xue Jing was taken aback.

"Don't worry, just say what you need to say. No matter what it is, I, Ning Fengwan, the leader of the Dragon Cult, will definitely stand up for you!"

The cat sat on the dining table, its tail, which was wrapped in a ring, swaying gently behind it. Its face, with its long, alluring eyeliner, was full of majesty.

……

At the same time, inside a warehouse in a street in the South District.

"So, you were all wiped out by that kid like that?"

Duan Kaiping sat on a cement pipe, looking at the dozen or so wounded underlings in front of him, and felt a bit absurd.

"Just a minor student, throwing a few stones and bottles, and you think he could wipe you out?"

"You guys are involved in gangs? Huh?"

One of the underlings couldn't help but say, "Brother Duan, that kid is too fast! We can't catch him, and we can't escape him. He throws things with such accuracy and force, there's just no way to catch him!"

"Yeah, Brother Duan, we're not exaggerating, that kid's really something else, he's not your average student!"

"We really can't handle him, Brother Duan, you have to step in personally..."

Duan Kaiping waved his hand impatiently and said, "Shut up, all of you. Aren't you embarrassed enough already?"

"We'll talk about that kid later. I don't have time right now. You all go out."

The underlings looked at each other, then could only agree, and helped each other out of the warehouse.

As soon as they left, a figure emerged from the shadows of several boxes of goods in a corner of the warehouse.

Duan Kaiping said with a wry smile, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Mr. Yunye."

The young man named Yunye was dressed in a black trench coat, with a black glove covering his left arm, obscuring all skin. He had a stubble beard, dark skin, and a weathered appearance. His right eye had a shimmering green pupil, suggesting it was a prosthetic eye.

"Enough with the nonsense. Where is Jiao Hongyuan? Get him here right now, hand over the goods to him, and we'll consider our commission from Kangde Company complete."

His voice was hoarse and strained, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Upon hearing this, Duan Kaiping cautiously replied, "The manager accompanied my junior brother to Fengcheng a few days ago to participate in the U19 selection competition. He's on his way back now. Would you like to wait a little longer..."

He couldn't afford to be careless; the person in front of him was a ruthless character who could enter the border area and come out alive, someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Yun Ye snorted coldly: "Wait? The Sixth Agency has already set its sights on us. 'White Raven' may have already set foot in this city. If we are caught, Kant will not be able to escape unscathed either."

"Don't think I don't know what Kant wants this 'Heavenly Mother Insect' for. If this gets out, those people living in Cangting will be furious. You'd better think it over."

Duan Kaiping didn't understand most of what Yun Ye said, nor did he dare to understand it; he just smiled obsequiously and apologized.

"If you don't come to collect it in the last three days, I'll hand it over to the state, and I might even say something in the process."

After Yunye finished speaking, he chuckled twice, walked out of the warehouse door, and then his figure suddenly disappeared.

Duan Kaiping was covered in cold sweat, feeling like he had heard too many things he shouldn't have heard, but there was nothing he could do but tremble as he took out his phone and dialed the number of the farm owner, Jiao Hongyuan.

……

The world-building is about to officially begin, Xue Jing is about to take off, please continue reading!

Chapter 23 The Cult Leader

"...So, you weren't the one who got hit, but the one who hit someone?"

At the dinner table, the cat stood upright on its two hind legs, its front paws crossed over its chest, like a dignified feline princess.

Its face was filled with speechlessness.

She was so worried that she forgot to pretend to be stupid and keep quiet, but things turned out to be completely the opposite of what she expected.

Xue Jing's appearance is too deceptive. He is so refined that anyone who sees him for the first time will think he is an intellectual scholar. Even though Maomao has seen that he is well-built, she subconsciously thinks that he is the one who will be bullied.

"Thank you for worrying about me so much, Xiao Wan."

Xue Jing chuckled.

Then, seeing how adorable the cat looked standing upright with its arms crossed, he couldn't resist reaching out and pinching its cheek.

This fight was worth it; there were even some unexpected gains.

Unexpectedly, things turned out differently. The cat, who was usually unwilling to speak, couldn't help but speak because he was worried about the smell of Razor Gang thugs on him.

While feeling somewhat touched, Xue Jing couldn't help but find it amusing.

"...Don't call me 'Little Wan,' you must respectfully address me as 'Master'!"

The cat, whose real name is Ning Fengwan, slapped Xue Jing's hand away with her paw, and said in embarrassment and anger.

The girl's tender voice held no intimidation whatsoever for Xue Jing. He nodded and smiled, "Alright, Master Xiao Wan."

Then he reached out and stroked the cat's head.

If this were a comic book, Ning Fengwan's forehead veins would be bulging at this moment. She tried to stop Xue Jing's caresses with her two white-gloved paws, but it was completely ineffective. She said angrily:

"Show some respect to your elders!"

When it was pretending to be a cat, it was fine. It could deceive and comfort itself into thinking that it was a cat and that being petted was no big deal. It even enjoyed it a little.

But now that her identity has been completely exposed, being treated so 'lightly' made Ning Fengwan feel an instant sense of shame as a human being spread from her toes to the top of her head.

Xue Jing could tell it was getting a little anxious, so he withdrew his hand and asked curiously:

"An elder? How old are you, Xiao Wan?"