I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

He did establish his authority, whether intentionally or unintentionally...

Xue Jing smiled, said nothing more, and left the training hall at a leisurely pace.

As soon as he stepped out the door, he saw Chen Fuguang standing there, and Xue Jing immediately asked:

"Did Senior Brother Chen need something from me?"

Chen Fuguang put his arm around his shoulder and said with a smile, "The dojo just received a request that's perfect for you. Want to give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing's face showed a hint of interest.

"Senior brother, please tell me."

Since he began practicing the Shaking Armor Technique, he has come to a profound understanding of the meaning of the saying, "The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts."

The various secret medicines he uses for his daily cultivation amount to an average of over ten thousand Chinese coins per day.

This is just the cost price! It only includes the cost of raw materials and processing fees, which means that Canglong Dojo is essentially losing money by supporting him.

Many of the raw materials for these secret medicines need to be obtained from the border regions. They have to be bought from those border region companies with huge appetites, especially the materials related to 'dragon seed', which are extremely expensive.

As cultivation progresses, the required medicines will become more numerous and increasingly expensive...

This is why the direct disciples are all very busy, often appearing only briefly and disappearing without a trace – they need to make money.

Xue Jing's current daily income consists only of a monthly salary of 200,000 from the containment company, as well as bonuses and subsidies for completing containment missions... The latter is still an unstable source of income.

At this rate, I simply can't support my martial arts training needs anymore.

Therefore, he also had to start taking on some 'commissions', just like the other direct disciples.

The Hidden Dragon Dojo is renowned, and many matters requiring martial arts expertise are entrusted to it by people from all walks of life. The fees for these requests are a significant source of income for the Hidden Dragon Dojo, often exceeding the tuition fees paid by ordinary disciples.

As long as the commission is completed, Xue Jing can get a considerable commission. Therefore, a few days ago he asked Chen Fuguang to give him a suitable commission.

Finally, there's news.

Chen Fuguang took out his phone, operated it a few times, and then handed it to Xue Jing.

The above is an address.

Ruizhu Hotel, No. 617 Jinhai Street, Dongcheng District, Tel: XXXXXXX

After Xue Jing memorized the message, he handed the phone back to Chen Fuguang, who then said, "The client is Ruizhu Hotel. According to them, some of their guests were mysteriously attacked last night."

"A mysterious attack?" Xue Jing looked puzzled.

Chen Fuguang nodded and pondered, "It was a young woman in her early twenties who came to Qingcheng on a business trip from out of town. She was peacefully staying in her room last night when she was suddenly murdered. Her body was gnawed all over. We don't know if it was done by a perverted killer or something else."

"Didn't the surveillance footage capture any clues?" Xue Jing asked.

"No, the hotel corridor surveillance cameras did not capture anyone coming to this floor in the hours before and after her death."

"Therefore, the perpetrator likely entered the room from other places, such as through a window or balcony."

Xue Jing nodded and said, "I see. They suspect that the murderer may have martial arts skills and used the ability to scale walls and rooftops to break into the house and kill the person?"

Chen Fuguang nodded and said, "That's right... Actually, hotel murders are not uncommon. Usually, people just call the police and let the police handle it."

"Unfortunately, Ruizhu Hotel has a banquet tomorrow... hosted by a group of second-generation rich kids from the North District. Their parents are either members of parliament or company CEOs, and none of them can afford to have any problems. Ruizhu Hotel has no choice but to entrust several temples to strengthen on-site security."

Xue Jing complained, "People have died, don't these people care about bad luck? Can't they find another place to hold the ceremony?"

Chen Fuguang smiled helplessly and said, "The Ruizhu Hotel originally suggested that they change the venue or the date, but when these second-generation rich kids heard that someone had died, they all seemed very excited, saying that it was a thrilling and exciting feeling, and they insisted on having the banquet tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing raised an eyebrow: "Talkative."

Once a person has money and power, they will naturally lose many things, such as worries...

As the saying goes, the more you lack something, the more you pursue it. He wasn't surprised that this group of second-generation rich kids would create trouble for themselves; it's quite normal.

"The task this time is to protect these second-generation elites at the banquet. In addition to our Canglong Dojo, there will also be disciples from several other dojos present."

Chen Fuguang patted Xue Jing on the shoulder.

"I don't think the murderer will come looking for death. He'll probably just go through the motions and complete the job. But you should be careful. If you encounter any danger you can't handle, don't hesitate, run away immediately. Safety is the most important thing. Let those rich kids die."

Xue Jing smiled and nodded.

"Someone will come to pick you up from the Ruizhu Hotel tomorrow night. Just go with them, junior brother."

"Alright, I also have some requests to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. Call me anytime if you need anything."

After finishing his speech and giving a few more instructions, Chen Fuguang left the Canglong Dojo.

Xue Jing saw him to the door before returning to the training hall to continue recording the students' quiz scores.

Unlike before, this time, all the disciples conducted the test obediently and silently, and none of them dared to tease him again.

The sponge crumbs on the floor had long been swept away, and the newly replaced fist pads exuded the distinctive smell of freshly manufactured leather.

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Chapter 59 will be without any surprises!

By the time the monthly quiz ended, it was already noon.

Xue Jing stretched his wrists, put the notebook recording grades in his office, ate a medicinal meal in the cafeteria, and then left the cafeteria, turned a few corners, and arrived at a door.

He pushed open the door and went inside, where he was greeted by an extremely strong medicinal fragrance.

The room resembled a traditional Chinese medicine shop, with countless built-in medicine cabinets densely packed along the four walls, roughly several hundred compartments in total. Each compartment was made of wine-red solid wood and had inscriptions on the outside indicating what kind of medicine it contained.

This is the medicine storehouse of the Hidden Dragon Dojo. In addition to the four walls where medicines are stored, there is a large table in the center of the room used for preparing medicines, which is filled with various instruments for preparing medicines.

Xue Jing skillfully picked up a scale pan from the table and began selecting the medicines needed for the day from the various medicine cabinets.

After he finished selecting, the scale was already full. He took the scale and went to the medicine preparation table, and began to prepare the body-refining secret medicine of the Hidden Dragon Stream according to the steps taught by Li Qi.

Once the preparation was complete, Xue Jing put all the medicines into a container similar to an electric kettle, added the appropriate amount of water, turned it on, and let it brew automatically.

After finishing these tasks, Xue Jing picked up the notebook and pen on the medicine dispensing table, opened it, and wrote down the specific dosage of the medicines he had taken.

After writing it down, he checked the price list next to him and calculated that it would cost about 12,000 Zhuxia coins.

“Who can afford to practice martial arts if they’re an ordinary person…” Xue Jing sighed.

Half an hour later, with a "ding", the secret medicine was ready.

Xue Jing picked up the nebulizer, which looked like a thermos, opened the lid, and poured all the brewed medicine into it.

The black liquid emitted a strong, pungent odor, but Xue Jing remained unfazed, already accustomed to it.

After finishing, Xue Jing walked out of the medicine storage room, closed the door, and returned to his cultivation room.

He placed the nebulizer aside, took a deep breath, assumed a fighting stance, and began practicing his "Shaking Armor Technique" for the day.

This exercise has five sets of movements. You practice one set every day, and it's a five-day cycle. Today, Xue Jing is practicing the movements related to 'bone training'.

As he practiced his breathing technique, Xue Jing began to strike various unusual poses, clearly demonstrating extremely difficult movements.

At the end of each movement, his whole body would tremble, like a dragon shaking its armor, followed by the vibration of countless joints rubbing together, like the rumbling thunder from a sky full of dark clouds.

Intense stinging and burning sensations emanated from the depths of his bone marrow, but Xue Jing remained unmoved, his expression unchanged. He simply continued to practice the Shaking Armor Technique step by step, slowly and steadily.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

With the final tremor, a series of crackling sounds filled the air as Xue Jing slowly calmed his breathing and stood still.

He seemed to have a sudden realization, and from this whole set of shaking armor movements, he vaguely understood something, but the feeling was very blurry, fleeting, and impossible to grasp.

"Master said that this set of bone-training movements corresponds to 'Sealing Cloud Tail,' one of the five killing moves of the Hidden Dragon School. It is a counterattack technique that uses one's own strong bones to receive and absorb the enemy's force, strengthen oneself, and then explode outwards."

"If I could have a sufficiently intense real-world battle, perhaps I could seize this glimmer of inspiration..."

Xue Jing thought to himself.

He shook his head, picked up the nebulizer next to him, put it on, pressed the switch, and inhaled the light black medicinal mist into his lungs using the appropriate breathing technique.

While practicing the breathing technique, he opened the panel and glanced at it.

[Fitness Lv6 (2108/3000)]

【Health Preservation Lv4 (669/1200)】

【Cooking Skill Lv4 (681/1200)】

[Running Lv5 (1821/2000)]

【Charm Technique Lv5 (335/2000)】

[Aiming for Lv5 (227/2000)]

【Fighting Lv5 (785/2000)】

【Mobility Lv6 (733/3000)】

[Visualization Lv3 (337/800)]

He spent the last seven or eight days diligently practicing martial arts and honing other skills, reaping considerable rewards.

Aiming has been upgraded again to Lv5, which has improved his accuracy, vision, reaction speed, and other aspects.

With the added daily sparring training with Senior Sister Meng, his combat skills have been upgraded once again.

His visualization skills improved by one level during his practice of the Hidden Dragon Technique, which further enhanced his mental and spiritual abilities, and his 'dragon energy' grew stronger day by day.

Of course, there are also some gains that cannot be directly seen on the panel.

Although the benefits of practicing the five sets of Shaking Armor Technique exercises to the skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and blood were not reflected on the panel, Xue Jing could clearly feel them himself.

For example, his ability to use soft force is not only due to the improvement of his force application skills, but also inseparable from the "blood training" of the Shaking Armor Technique.

Blood is the source of the body's energy. The cleaner and better the blood, the smoother the flow of energy, just like adding lubricant to gears, making it incredibly smooth.

After staring at the sublimation conditions of [Fitness] for a while, Xue Jing closed his eyes, earnestly began to practice his breathing technique, and silently absorbed the medicinal mist.

……

On the other side, in the northern part of the city, in a villa.