I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

"No... that's not how it works. Everyone's physique is different, and their limits are different too. Senior Brother has exceptional physical talent; his upper limit is significantly higher than that of ordinary people. The limit for an average person is probably less than a thousand."

'...Although someone who can train to the point of almost leaping over the dragon gate certainly doesn't possess 'ordinary' talent.'

Upon entering the training room, Xue Jing saw Meng Qingjiao kneeling in the middle of the room, dressed in training clothes.

With her neat short hair, pretty face, and a pair of clear and cool eyes, she should have been a cool and aloof girl.

However, her overly alluring figure stretched even the loose-fitting workout clothes, which didn't accentuate her curves, into a breathtaking arc, making her completely unrelated to the word 'abstinence'.

Those clear, cool, and beautiful eyes looked at Xue Jing, their emotions as unreadable as ever.

"Click——"

The sound of a door closing came from behind him. Xue Jing turned around and saw that his senior brother, Meng Boshang, was not in the room but had already left.

Xue Jing raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

But since things had come to this, he looked at Meng Qingjiao and greeted her with a smile, "Senior Sister Meng."

"..." Meng Qingjiao nodded at him, then leaned forward slightly and patted the ground in front of her.

It seemed to be a gesture for Xue Jing to sit down there.

Seeing this, Xue Jing walked up to Meng Qingjiao and sat down cross-legged less than twenty centimeters away from her, facing her.

At such close range, my keen sense of smell kept catching the subtle fragrance emanating from Senior Sister Meng. If I lowered my gaze even slightly, the World Cup, with its overwhelming presence, would forcefully dominate the focus of my vision.

However, Xue Jing possessed extremely strong self-control and, having made preparations, was not affected. He simply smiled calmly, his expression unchanged:

"Senior Sister Meng, I will now begin teaching you Huang Po Gong... There may be some impolite things I do, please forgive me, Senior Sister."

Meng Qingjiao reached out and patted his head, nodding gently.

Xue Jing pondered for a moment before speaking: "Huang Po Gong is a unique Taoist skill, belonging to the category of ancient martial arts. It places great emphasis on cultivating one's mind and character. To master it, one needs a very high level of Taoist knowledge and must read many Taoist scriptures in order to understand some of its profound and mysterious aspects that cannot be expressed in simple words."

"I can't offer much help in this regard, Senior Sister; you'll have to rely on yourself... However, Senior Sister is an unparalleled genius in soft strength, with unmatched finesse in the circulation of qi and energy, a level that ordinary people can hardly reach. In this way, even if your Taoist cultivation is still insufficient, you should be able to forcibly imitate some of the subtle changes in the circulation of energy of those with profound Taoist knowledge..."

"Although the profound depths of this technique cannot be taught to you in this way, I will first give you the basics. In the future, you can study Taoist teachings on your own to supplement and refine your skills."

As Xue Jing spoke, he reached out and placed his hand on Meng Qingjiao's wrist.

A delicate touch came through; it was a slender, soft wrist that didn't look like that of a martial artist at all.

Xue Jing entered serious teaching mode and paid no attention to these things. Instead, he circulated his energy, turning it into qi that surged into Meng Qingjiao's body and began to circulate within her.

He possesses the [True Martial Arts], giving him absolute control over his internal energy. He controls the external energy to circulate within Meng Qingjiao's body, following the flow of the Huang Po Gong, so subtly that it feels as if it's circulating within his own body.

As a health-preserving exercise, Huang Po Gong's energy circulation route inevitably involves some Yin-Yang principles, and the energy must pass through many sensitive areas.

Quchi, Qihai, Zhongji, Yinlian...

Meng Qingjiao's face flushed slightly, and her heart stirred a little. But seeing Xue Jing's focused and earnest teaching expression, she suppressed her restlessness and concentrated on sensing the rhythm of the energy.

The more you concentrate, the stronger the sensation becomes...

Meng Qingjiao suddenly trembled slightly, and her toes curled up slightly.

"Senior sister, don't move," Xue Jing reminded her.

……

After the instruction was finished, Meng Qingjiao was covered in a layer of fine, fragrant sweat.

"Senior Sister, are you okay?"

Xue Jing asked with concern.

Because he possesses the True Martial Arts, he has little difficulty practicing the Yellow Woman's Skill, but it might be a great burden for Senior Sister Meng.

Meng Qingjiao was slightly out of breath. She glanced at Xue Jing, then suddenly leaned forward and rested against his chest.

Xue Jing gently placed his hands on Meng Qingjiao's shoulders, making no other movements, waiting for Meng Qingjiao to recover.

Xue Jing's martial arts realm is now extremely high, his body is crystal clear and almost free of impurities, and with the addition of Lv10 level charm skills, he always carries a natural and wonderful body fragrance.

Although he had concealed his scent to the point that it was undetectable a few centimeters away from his body through breath masking, Meng Qingjiao was too close to Xue Jing at the moment. With just one breath, her mouth and nose were filled with Xue Jing's scent.

Then... she felt very intoxicated and took several more breaths.

Xue Jing was waiting for her to regain her strength and get up, but after a while she realized something was wrong... Why was Senior Sister Meng's breathing getting worse?

Could it be that something went wrong with Huang Po's kung fu just now?

Xue Jing's gaze turned serious. He had practiced this technique all by himself, and his only reference was himself... but he was not someone he could refer to.

It would be terrible if Senior Sister Meng really had problems with her training.

"Sister, are you okay?"

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

Her complexion was fine, quite rosy, but for some reason her originally cool eyes had become rather unfocused... as if she were somewhat unsatisfied.

Xue Jing hesitated and asked, "Senior Sister?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Qingjiao snapped out of her daze, took Xue Jing's arm with her hand, sat up straight, shook her head, and indicated that she was alright.

She took her phone out of her pocket, covered the lower half of her face, and looked at Xue Jing with a quiet gaze.

Just as Xue Jing was wondering what was going on, she tapped her phone a few times and handed the screen to Xue Jing to look at.

The top page is a notebook page with three words written on it.

【continue. 】

Xue Jing asked with concern, "Can you hold on?"

Meng Qingjiao nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

after awhile……

"pat-"

Meng Qingjiao collapsed onto Xue Jing again, gasping for breath.

For some reason, the way Senior Sister Meng fell this time was a little different... it seemed like she was pressed even closer to him.

I even ran into him at the World Cup.

Xue Jing didn't speak, but simply held Meng Qingjiao's shoulder, lost in thought, seemingly pondering something.

After a while, Meng Qingjiao still showed no sign of getting up. Just as Xue Jing was about to remind her, a loud bang suddenly came from the doorway.

The door was pushed open forcefully, and a pretty little girl who was a little over 1.4 meters tall walked in.

Xue Jing turned his head and saw his long-lost apprentice, Zong Shichan.

"Master!"

Zong Shichan was overjoyed to see Xue Jing, but then she caught a glimpse of the room and saw Meng Qingjiao nestled in Xue Jing's arms, the two seemingly embracing each other. Her body stiffened instantly.

The little girl's happy expression turned to dissatisfaction, and she complained in a spoiled tone, "Hey~ why is that? Uncle Meng is so cunning!"

"I want to hug Master too!"

As she spoke, she pounced on Xue Jing and hugged him, clinging to him like a koala.

"Hehe, Master, Chan'er misses you so much."

Zong Shichan said with a grin.

Xue Jing glanced at her twice, looking puzzled: "Who are you?"

The little girl's eyes widened: "Master, you've already forgotten about me?"

"I am Zong Shichan, the obedient little disciple you said you would spoil for a lifetime!"

Xue Jing said calmly, "I never said that."

Zong Shichan retorted angrily, "But you remember!"

When Meng Qingjiao saw Zong Shichan arrive, she got up and left Xue Jing's chest, her expression returning to its usual aloof and cool demeanor.

"Senior sister, let's call it a day."

Xue Jing spoke up.

"..." Meng Qingjiao nodded and reached out to help him straighten his slightly disheveled clothes.

Xue Jing stood up, lifted Zong Shichan, who was hanging on him, with one hand, and put her on the ground:

"Don't stick to me, it's hot."

Upon hearing this, Zong Shichan pouted and muttered, "How come Uncle Meng can... Master is so biased."

Xue Jing smiled and rubbed her head: "Your Uncle Meng was just exhausted from practicing martial arts and was resting by leaning on me."

Zong Shichan's eyes lit up: "Master, you haven't taught me martial arts in so long, you must train me hard today!"

Xue Jing stroked his chin: "Hesitant."

……

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

Zong Shichan collapsed to the ground, covered in sweat, his buttocks sticking up. He could barely move a finger and was panting heavily. He looked at Xue Jing, who was two meters away from him, with an incredulous expression.

"Master...why are you so far away from me?"

"Shouldn't you come and hug me right now?"

Xue Jing was looking at the panel notification that [Tutorial] had been upgraded to Lv7 when he heard this. He looked at Zong Shichan, who was lying on the floor, and tilted his head, saying, "Hmm? No, you're covered in sweat."

Zong Shichan retorted angrily, "How can the fragrant sweat of a beautiful young girl be considered sweat! Don't you find Uncle Meng's sweat disgusting at all!"

Xue Jing smiled and said, "You actually call yourself a beautiful girl...hehe."

Zong Shichan was immediately furious: "At school, I'm called Your Highness! Calling myself a beautiful girl is just being modest!"

As she spoke, she murmured with a hint of disappointment:

"Master, I really tried my best... please reward me."

Xue Jing smiled, but didn't continue teasing the little girl. Instead, he walked up to her, squatted down, reached out and patted her head, and whispered:

"I know. Thank you for your hard work."