I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

"Are you OK?"

Seeing the little girl's dazed expression, as if her soul had left her body, Xue Jing asked her with concern.

He reached out and touched her head.

From the moment we started, the child's eyes seemed glued to him, staring intently at him.

He seemed to be terrified.

After thinking for a moment, Xue Jing slightly used his mental power and gently tapped her forehead with his finger.

This is a materialized application of spiritual power similar to Tsukuyomi's Zan. Using his finger movements as a medium, he can slightly stimulate and intimidate the consciousness of others, much like a pacemaker.

Startled by this, Zong Shichan trembled and immediately came to her senses. Her eyes, which were bright and sparkling, seemed to shoot out stars from her tender face.

"Master!!"

She immediately opened her arms and hugged Xue Jing, calling out sweetly.

Xue Jing raised an eyebrow, pressed down on her head, and pushed her away:

"Things aren't settled yet, so who's your master?"

Zong Shichan blinked.

Then, as if she hadn't heard anything, she hugged Xue Jing again.

"Master!!"

Xue Jing was amused.

"...He's not even as big as a radish, but he's got quite the heart. He's planning to force you to buy and sell, isn't he?"

"Hehe." Zong Shichan raised her head in his arms and gave him a bright and lovely smile.

Xue Jing reached out and grabbed her by the collar as if she were a puppy, pulling her aside.

"Alright, go play somewhere else. There's still some finishing touches to be done here."

He looked towards the rooftop of the tall building across the street.

A young man with dark circles under his eyes stood on the edge of the rooftop, watching Xue Jing and Zong Shichan's interaction with a sinister gaze.

"who is it?"

The young man named Zhang Renxu narrowed his eyes, barely suppressing the violent and boiling murderous intent in his heart, and observed Xue Jing's appearance.

He did not know Xue Jing.

Since meeting 'Yu Yan', he has basically stopped paying attention to other people and things.

"Martial arts I've never seen before... Damn it, where did this person come from, and how did he find us?"

Zhang Renxu gritted his teeth and touched the knife wound on his right shoulder.

Just now, it only took a moment.

Colorful fireworks streaked across the sky like shooting stars, moving at an absurdly fast speed.

By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late to dodge. He could only instinctively twist his body to avoid the blow aimed at his neck, but he failed to protect 'Yu Yan' and it was taken away by the other party.

Although it was only a brief encounter, Zhang Renxu understood that this was a formidable enemy that he had to be prepared for.

Normally, he would never fight a battle he had no chance of winning; he would definitely choose to retreat temporarily.

But now, 'Yu Yan' is still in their hands... He only has one option left.

Fight him to the death, kill the boy, skin him alive, and take back Yu Yan.

He looked at the little girl standing obediently in the distance on the opposite rooftop, gazing at the boy.

Zhang Renxu felt a pang of pain in his heart.

The little girl's gaze never lingered on him for even a moment...

"Yu Yan must have been bewitched... Damn it!"

His jealousy fueled his already boiling murderous intent.

Xue Jing stepped forward and walked to the edge of the rooftop.

Below, neon lights flickered and cars flowed endlessly down the main road. At that moment, many passersby were taking out their mobile phones to capture the beautiful colorful fireworks trails.

However, after they took out their phones, they couldn't see any trace of the colorful fireworks in the camera lens, so they had to give up filming in frustration.

Xue Jing looked at the young man with dark circles under his eyes opposite him and asked curiously:

"Are you a disciple of the Golden Wind Dojo? A direct disciple?"

When 'Flame Continuous Colors' struck the opponent, Xue Jing felt a sense of familiarity.

It was as if he had struck a sharp, hard blade. The sharp force was about to rebound and injure his palm, but it was easily blocked by his tough skin.

This counter-damage is an effect of the Golden Wind and White Rainbow Sword's internal energy.

The young man with dark circles under his eyes said coldly, "So what if it is?"

He knew he couldn't hide it, and he never even considered doing so.

Xue Jing didn't pay attention to his tone and just casually said:

"Your shabby dojo doesn't teach very good martial arts, but your family tradition is very simple and honest. Your direct disciples are full of talented people, but they're either involved in gangs or playing with cockroaches... I thought that was already bad enough, but I didn't expect that you, a lecherous pervert, were hiding here."

"Let's make a deal. If you surrender, I'll have them use the smallest bullets when they execute you."

The young man with dark circles under his eyes sneered, too lazy to waste words, and spread his arms out in a boxing stance.

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. I'll count to three."

He held out a finger.

"one."

Zong Shichan stood behind Xue Jing, watching this scene with excitement on her young face and her eyes shining brightly.

Master is about to make a move!

Is it that move, 'Secret Technique: Full Moon Cherry Blossom'? Or is it the dragon aura surrounding the Hidden Dragon Style?

Or perhaps it was that beautiful, meteor-like move just now...

"two……"

Zhang Renxu's gaze was solemn, and he was on high alert.

He knew very well that an enemy of this caliber would either remain silent or, when he did, make a devastating move!

Victory or defeat can very well be decided in the blink of an eye!

Just when everyone's attention was focused to the extreme, at the critical moment.

Xue Jing smiled and raised his third finger.

"three."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Renxu focused all his attention on him, watching his every move.

At that moment, without a sound, a large chicken leg swung from behind him and hit him on the back of the head.

"Ah-"

With a muffled thud, the chicken leg exploded into countless shreds. The exquisitely subtle force bypassed Zhang Renxu's instinctive resistance and seeped into the back of his head, causing his brain to shake violently. Instantly, the whites of his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Zong Shichan's eyes widened as she stared at the aloof woman who suddenly appeared behind the young man with dark circles under his eyes.

So big... no, so despicable!

Meng Qingjiao threw away the chicken leg bone that had been smashed to pieces, then took a bite of the chicken leg in her other hand, remaining silent and aloof.

However, even with her cool and aloof expression, her bulging lips only made her seem charmingly naive.

"Clap clap clap-"

Xue Jing clapped his hands in praise:

"As expected of Senior Sister Meng, she understood my meaning without any discussion at all, just by looking at me."

Zong Shichan, who was standing next to him, muttered with some dissatisfaction, "Master, I feel like something's not right."

Shouldn't the process and ending of this hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scene be more intense and romantic?

"I'm not your master yet, don't call me that."

Xue Jing first replied casually, then continued:

"Our Hidden Dragon Style is like this: if something can be done lying down, why stand up? If a sneak attack can solve the problem, then there's no need to waste any other effort."

Zong Shichan pouted and said, "I understand. Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

Xue Jing raised an eyebrow and reached out to press down on her head, which was a little over 1.4 meters tall: "You little radish head, you've climbed up this pole and you're not planning to get down, are you?"

Zong Shichan reached out and hugged him, saying coquettishly, "What's wrong with that? Having such a cute disciple like me will definitely make you very happy!"

Xue Jing used his palm to support her cheek, preventing her from getting too close to him, and said indifferently, "Stop it."

"Come back with me right now, your grandpa is so worried about you."

Zong Shichan grinned and spread her arms wide, saying, "I'm so scared my legs are weak. Master has to carry me back."

Xue Jing clicked his tongue and reached out with disgust to lift her by the back of her collar, as if she were carrying a vegetable basket.

I must say, the training clothes from Tiger Soul Dojo are of excellent quality; there's absolutely no problem carrying them like this.

Zong Shichan flailed her arms and legs in the air, her eyes wide: "Master, is this how you treat your lovely little disciple?"

Xue Jing ignored her, took a step, and covered more than ten meters to reach the rooftop where Meng Qingjiao was.

He squatted down, reached out and rummaged through the young man with dark circles under his eyes for a while, and quickly pulled out a matchbox about half the size of his palm.

[Divine matter detected; absorbing divinity...]

"As expected." Xue Jing nodded.

Just as Zhige had predicted, the 'Skinner' was influenced by GOD-1291.

He took out his phone, intending to call Ning Yuantai.