I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Beside him, Xue Wan, dressed in revealing clothing that showed off her plump, long, white legs, held up her phone and pointed at the screen, gesturing for Xue Jing to look.

Xue Jing glanced at it; the phone screen displayed a news interface.

The title is "Real or Fake? Special Effects or Real Filming? The Urban Legend of Maple City—The Dark Dragon Knight"

Below is an image showing Xue Jing wearing Shadow Flame Armor and riding a giant Cherry Dragon.

Whether it was intentional or due to the photographer's lack of skill, the photo is somewhat blurry overall, making it difficult to see clearly and discern whether it's photoshopped or real.

Just like how human photography technology seems to regress by decades every time a paranormal or UFO photo is taken.

The content consists of written interviews with passersby, who described in detail their encounter with the Dark Dragon Knight, seeing him chasing two monsters that resembled orcs. At the end, they also expressed their opinions, saying that the Dark Dragon Knight must be a hero who protects the peace of the city, etc.

"This must be you!"

Xue Wan said in a very certain tone.

"You said you were going to take care of something, is this what you were going to do?"

Xue Jing chuckled: "How could that be? I don't put on that kind of stiff act..."

Xue Wan chuckled and zoomed in on the shoulder area of ​​the black dragon knight photo on her phone.

Although it's a bit blurry, you can still see that there is indeed a creature that looks like a cat wearing black armor standing on its shoulder.

"You even brought Xiao Feng Wan along for something this fun, but you didn't bring your sister?"

Xue Wan was heartbroken.

……

Chapter 178 Class B Containment Officer, Wu Youqing: You're not just God's chosen one, you're even more special (4K)

"Finally, finally, finally I'm home!!"

The door opened, and Xue Wan walked into the house. She skillfully changed into her own slippers, then stretched her arms and took a deep breath.

"Sniff... Ah, the smell of Ah Jing, the smell of home."

Xue Jing walked in behind her, carrying a suitcase and holding a cat, and casually said:

"Are you a dog? I haven't been home for over ten days, how could you smell me?"

After unpacking and organizing everything in the luggage, Xue Jing said to Xue Wan, who was already lazily lying on the living room sofa watching TV:

"I'm going out for a bit, I might not be back until tonight, so don't wait for me for dinner."

Xue Wan had changed into casual, loose-fitting home clothes, wearing large glasses and dressed like a typical homebody. She was currently enjoying petting the cat in her arms, but waved to Xue Jing to indicate that she understood.

Xue Jing walked out of the gate, closed it, went downstairs, left the residential area, hailed a taxi, and headed towards Canglong Dojo in the East District.

Although he is now famous, he is only well-known in the martial arts circle. He is not yet known to everyone in the world. At least the driver did not recognize him and just thought he was an ordinary-looking boy.

Along the way, Xue Jing chatted with the driver while sending messages to his close friends and family on his phone to let them know he was back. Soon they arrived at the office building of Canglong Dojo.

After paying with his mobile phone, Xue Jing got out of the car, walked into the office building, and took the elevator to the seventeenth floor.

After walking through a long corridor, we arrived at the front desk entrance of the Canglong Dojo.

Quite by chance, the receptionist today is the same cheongsam-clad girl Xue Jing met when he first visited the Canglong Dojo.

Unlike the previous times I'd seen her, when she was always hunched over her phone, the reception area was quite lively this time. Four or five teenagers and their parents were crowding around the front desk asking questions, creating a rather bustling scene.

The woman in the cheongsam was busy making phone calls, writing something in her notebook, and patiently explaining something to someone, her forehead sweating profusely.

Seeing this, Xue Jing only glanced at her curiously and didn't pay much attention. Seeing that the woman in the cheongsam was busy, he didn't greet her and went straight into the Canglong Dojo through the door.

"Huh? Why did that person just go in? Is he a disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo?"

One of the teenagers who was crowding around the front desk caught a glimpse of Xue Jing out of the corner of his eye and asked in confusion.

Upon hearing this, the woman in the cheongsam peered through the crowd toward the main entrance and spotted a somewhat familiar figure from behind.

Her eyes widened instantly, filled with excitement, and she instinctively called out, "Jing..."

But then he realized what was happening and quickly covered his mouth with both hands.

She paused, coughed lightly, and said, "Yes, he is one of the disciples of our Hidden Dragon Dojo."

One of the boys' parents impatiently slammed his hand on the front desk and said:

"Alright, just give me a price. How much more do I need to pay to let my child train at your Hidden Dragon Dojo?"

"This is not a matter of money. Our Canglong Dojo has limited space and can only accommodate so many students and disciples. It is already full."

The woman in the cheongsam explained helplessly.

"Are you kidding me? Is this really the training ground that produced that 'Xue Jing'? This is such a small place..."

……

Previously, the Canglong Dojo had suffered some damage due to Li Chengxuan from the Jinfeng Dojo's challenge to the dojo. Now, more than ten days later, the renovation has been completed and the dojo has reopened.

As Xue Jing walked through the dojo, he glanced inside when he passed the entrance to the training hall and was surprised to find it much more lively than before.

Previously, there weren't many ordinary disciples at the Hidden Dragon Dojo; usually, there were only a few dozen people in the training hall. But now, with just a quick glance, he discovered that there were at least a hundred disciples in the training hall, practicing martial arts with loud shouts and laughter.

Most of them were unfamiliar faces to him.

"Could it be..." Xue Jing stroked his chin, having roughly guessed the reason.

He passed by the training hall without attracting anyone's attention, and headed straight for the meditation room where his master, Li Qi, was.

Without knocking, Xue Jing opened the door and went inside.

There were three people present in the meditation room at this moment: Master Li Qi, Fifth Senior Brother Chen Fuguang, and Fourth Senior Sister Meng Qingjiao.

The senior students were standing in front of the desk, reporting something to Li Qi, who was sitting behind the desk.

As soon as Xue Jing entered the room, the three people present immediately looked at him, their eyes lighting up.

"Xiao Jing!"

"Little junior brother!"

Li Qi immediately turned his wheelchair and came to him.

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Master, Senior Sister Meng, Senior Brother Chen, I'm back."

Li Qi reached out and patted his arm, saying with a mix of excitement and relief, "Good, good boy."

"We all saw your performance on the field this time. You did very well... far better than I imagined."

Chen Fuguang laughed and said, "Junior Brother, you've really made a name for yourself this time. The martial arts circles in the outer ring are all talking about you, and even the martial arts forums in the inner ring are paying attention to you..."

"A martial arts superstar is just around the corner!"

Meng Qingjiao didn't say anything, but silently walked up to Xue Jing, reached out and patted his head, seemingly as a compliment.

A hint of gentleness appeared in her eyes despite her cool and aloof expression.

Because of his posture, Xue Jing's gaze unconsciously drifted down to glance at the still somewhat awe-inspiring World Cup, then he naturally looked away and chuckled:

"Fortunately, I was lucky this time and didn't encounter any formidable opponents."

Li Qi waved his hand and sighed, "No need to be modest in front of me. I have read the information of these contestants. Their quality is quite high compared to previous U19 knockout tournaments. There is even a genius who has already mastered the ultimate technique... You can achieve crushing victories in every match. No amount of praise is too much."

"Compared to before you set off, you have become much stronger... I have been amazed by your speed of growth many times. Even though I tried to think of the bigger picture this time, you still far exceeded my expectations."

While Li Qi was pleased, he also felt inexplicably disappointed.

"Now I'm starting to doubt... whether I can still be your mentor. Will my skills be insufficient, thus limiting your growth...?"

Xue Jing squatted down, one leg half-kneeling, and placed his hands on Li Qi's knees, whispering:

“What are you saying? A teacher for a day is a father for life. It is because of your guidance that I am who I am today… As the saying goes, the master leads you through the door, but the practice is up to you. You have already perfectly fulfilled your responsibilities.”

"Even if I surpass my master one day, it will definitely be because my master taught me well."

Li Qi couldn't help but laugh and patted Xue Jing's head.

"Although they were all nice words, they were indeed pleasant to hear."

Xue Jing smiled, then suddenly noticed something, looked at Li Qi carefully, and asked curiously, "Hmm? Master, you seem to have gotten younger?"

"Oh? You figured it out?" Li Qi touched his bald spot, looking somewhat smug.

Compared to his previous aged and withered appearance, which made him seem like he was about to die at any moment, he now looks younger, though not obviously.

Even the once bald bald patch on his head had stubbornly sprouted a few strands of hair.

Li Qi sighed:

"Ever since I heard your theory about mental interference with one's own reality..."

Xue Jing speculated, "Oh? You gradually repaired the foundation of your body using your limit-breaking level mental power?"

Li Qi gave him a strange look: "No, I go out in my wheelchair every day now, and I see more of the world... I notice more beautiful scenery that I wouldn't normally notice, so my mental state has become a bit younger..."

Xue Jing: "..."

Li Qi sighed, his face full of regret: "Alas... it's a pity the weather is starting to get cold, and there are far fewer little girls wearing skirts now."

Xue Jing's lips twitched: "Well... whatever makes you happy."

"Let's not talk about that now," Li Qi waved his hand.

"You saw it when you came in, didn't you? Our Hidden Dragon Dojo is now full of disciples and students... All these people came because of you. This dojo is too small now, and it's already at its limit to accommodate all these people. Therefore, I've decided to move to a more spacious place."

Li Qi stroked his chin: "I have found a good place, but there are still some troubles that I need you to resolve."

Xue Jing: "Hmm?"

……

After talking with Li Qi, he had him check his current progress in martial arts. Then he sparred with Chen Fuguang and Meng Qingjiao. It was past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Xue Jing originally wanted to find Senior Sister Zhushan Yingzhu to apologize to her and explain why the burgundy suit and Futu Knife she had given him were gone.

But I heard that Senior Sister Zhu has gone back to her hometown, the First Metropolitan Area, and I don't know when she will return to Qingcheng.

He called her, but the call didn't go through; the message said there was no signal. Xue Jing had no choice but to give up for the time being.