I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Xue Jing chuckled.

Ning Fengwan blushed instantly and said angrily, "What are you laughing at!"

"I wasn't laughing at you, I was just thinking about something happy," Xue Jing said sincerely.

Ning Fengwan glared at him: "It had better be."

After taking a couple more bites of rice, Xue Jing casually said, "Also, I can take this opportunity to visit my sister while I'm in Fengcheng."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengwan's cat ears twitched, and she felt inexplicably nervous.

Is this... to introduce her to my family?

"Then... is there anything I need to prepare?"

Ning Fengwan asked nervously.

Xue Jing glanced at her, and after a moment's thought, he roughly understood what she was thinking. He spoke gently:

"Don't be nervous, my sister is a silly goose... cough, she's a very easy person to get along with."

"Hmm...you should like her."

Ning Fengwan blinked upon hearing this, lowered her head and ate her food in small bites, giving a soft "hmm" in an almost inaudible voice.

She was as quiet as a young married woman.

……

Nighttime, in bed.

Ning Fengwan did not turn back into a cat, but remained in human form, resting her head on Xue Jing's chest.

Xue Jing looked at the panel and saw that his divinity had increased by more than ten points, finally breaking through 100 and reaching 103 points.

He lowered his head and whispered in Ning Fengwan's ear:

"Teacher Wan..."

Ning Fengwan lay on Xue Jing's body, her body soft and boneless, with a languid expression like that of a saint or Buddha on her pretty face.

Hearing Xue Jing's words in her ear, she moved her lips, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:

"This is the last time..."

After saying that, she turned around and crawled into bed, and no one knows what she did next.

Xue Jing rested one hand behind his head and opened the panel.

【Shadowflame Lv1 (Divinity required for upgrade: 103/100)】

After hesitating for a moment, Xue Jing clicked on the upgrade button.

【Shadowflame Lv2 (Divinity required for upgrade: 3/300)】

He extended his index finger, and countless streams of black energy gathered in the dimly lit room.

Silently, a black flame burned quietly on the fingertip.

Xue Jing withdrew his finger, leaving the black flames suspended in mid-air.

He then manipulated the black flames, making it move back and forth in the air.

"It's even smoother to operate now..."

"Test the distance."

He controlled the black flames, making them fly as far away as possible.

It wasn't until the black flames flew out of the window and were nearly fifteen meters away that Xue Jing began to vaguely feel that he was losing control.

"The range of free control has been increased to fifteen meters."

Xue Jing clenched his fist.

The black flames outside the window suddenly burst open, turning into countless small black flames that splashed everywhere.

Then he clenched his fist.

The scattered small black flames immediately reformed into a ball.

"It enables more precise operations."

"And its most important power..."

Xue Jing thought for a moment but couldn't find anything suitable for testing.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

He shook his head, waved his hand, dispelled the shadow flames, and closed the panel.

……

(8K update... I'm completely out of breath.)

written request for leave

I've finished writing today's chapter, but I'm very dissatisfied with it. I showed it to my friends, and they all said it would fall apart and I'd have to rewrite it.

But there wasn't enough time, and I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

terribly sorry……

I know this kind of update is really not good right after the game is released, but I really can't write fast...

I'm so sorry everyone, I'll make up for it tomorrow.

Chapter 89 A Thousand Cuts in an Instant, Slaying Gods, Li Chengxuan of the Golden Wind Dojo

Hidden Dragon Dojo, in the cultivation room.

Xue Jing sat cross-legged on the solid wood floor, his long sword resting flat on his knees, his eyes closed, motionless.

The only sound in the entire training room was his long, drawn-out breathing.

After a long while, Xue Jing opened his eyes with a frown.

"No, this imagined mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood... it doesn't feel real at all."

He has run into difficulties in his practice of 'Asura Blade Intent'.

The blade of Asura must be forged with blood.

But he couldn't even imagine the pure killing intent of slaughtering everything and proving one's path with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"We still don't have enough material."

Xue Jing shook his head.

The only person he had ever killed was Zhu Yingkun, whom he had burned to death with Shadow Flame during the containment mission that day.

The remaining two are cockroach monsters...

With such a limited amount of accumulated 'materials,' it's impossible to grasp the true meaning of the Asura Blade.

Although one can forcibly imitate a certain feeling through visualization, it ultimately lacks realism and one cannot truly grasp the essence of killing intent.

"I can't just go find people to kill in order to practice this... Oh well, let's just leave it to fate."

Xue Jing shook his head.

He stood up, raised his long sword, and began to practice the basic sword techniques step by step.

Chop, slash, flick, intercept, pick, deflect, stab...

He practiced very diligently, striving to make every stroke and force application as perfect as possible.

Now that [Soldier's Strike] is activated, Xue Jing can clearly feel his progress with almost every swing of his sword.

He became increasingly adept at wielding the blade, and his strikes became smoother and smoother.

After half an hour.

"call--"

The blade sliced ​​through the air with a whistling sound. Xue Jing drew his sword, turned around, twirled it, and sheathed it.

[You have completed a swordsmanship practice session, gaining 55 combat experience points.]

[Military attack upgraded to Lv2 (23/500)]

In an instant, Xue Jing felt that his connection with the long sword in his hand had become even stronger, and he even had a strange feeling of being connected by blood, as if the sword was an extension of his limbs and a part of him.

"After a few more levels, I estimate I'll become a 'Primordial Sword Saint Body'... no, I should say a 'God of Weapons in Ancient Greece'?"

Xue Jing thought to himself.

[Weapon Strike] enhances more than just sword skills... it covers all weapons.

At least all cold weapons.

He has also tried using sticks, swords, and guns in the past two days, and without exception, they all feel great to the touch, just like using a knife.

"In the old martial arts world, there were 'seven great titles,' one of which was called 'Master of Weapons'... Martial artists who won this title were known as the best cold weapon users in the world, proficient in all kinds of weapons."

"With [Soldier Strike] in hand, I reckon I can also play as a 'Soldier Master' for a while."

Xue Jing pinched his chin.

For now, it's enough to just practice with the sword; we can talk about being proficient with all weapons later.

He shook his head and continued his cultivation.

A few hours later, it was almost noon.

Xue Jing had just finished practicing his armor-shaking technique for the day and felt a bit hungry, so he went to the canteen for a medicinal meal and then returned to the training room to continue practicing his swordsmanship.

Just then, his phone vibrated, and Xue Jing opened it to take a look.

It was a WeChat message from Wu Youqing.

An archival document titled 'Otogisuka'.

Then there were several more vibrations, followed by several videos appearing after the file.