I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

"This is……"

Xue Jing closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on the sensations in his feet.

He attempted to analyze the vibrations he encountered through touch, fully accepting them, breaking them down, and even tracing their origin back to their 'information'.

Gradually, a concrete, pitch-black space formed in his mind.

He himself was located in the very center of this pitch-black space, and about thirty-five meters behind him, countless glowing footprints were appearing one after another.

That location is the training hall of the Hidden Dragon Dojo.

Each footprint represents a disciple taking a step on the ground.

Xue Jing could even calculate what action they were making based on the weight and force of their footprints.

"...The spleen corresponds to the sense of touch among the five senses. My master once said that the 'Taoist girl' he knew when he was young had an extremely strong sense of touch because she had practiced the Yellow Woman's Kung Fu. She could feel the vibrations of footsteps from dozens of kilometers away by touching the ground with her hand, and even detect the other party's strength from their footsteps."

"Now it seems that what he said was indeed true."

Xue Jing opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

He had previously trained his five internal organs for a long time through the "Shaking Armor Exercise for Internal Organs" method, working from the outside in. Although the results were only so-so, he had accumulated a lot of knowledge and skills.

Now that I have practiced the authentic internal cultivation and organ nourishment techniques, I have immediately experienced a qualitative change. My five senses have been greatly enhanced, especially my sense of touch, which corresponds to the Yellow Woman.

"Looks like I can become a human radar from now on..."

As he pondered this, he left the cultivation room and headed to the cafeteria.

Xue Jing asked the master chef in charge of preparing medicinal cuisine to make as much as possible, and began to enthusiastically devour the medicinal dishes to replenish the nutritional deficiencies caused by his practice of Huang Po Gong.

He only stopped after eating nearly ten times the usual amount of medicinal food.

His robust digestive system allowed him to eat and digest simultaneously, enabling him to consume tens of kilograms of food.

Xue Jing walked out of the cafeteria and pondered:

“Forcing myself to eat like this isn’t a solution. These ordinary medicinal diets are too low in nutritional value for me right now. It’s like a wild beast eating grass. It may solve my immediate needs, but it’s not a long-term solution.”

"The Huang Po Gong manual contains the recipe for the accompanying secret medicine. You have to go through the sect's channels and purchase a batch of medicinal materials from a company located in the border area..."

"We must secure his nutrition!"

……

In a dark basement.

A very tall man wearing a full-body black trench coat was standing in front of two beds that looked like operating tables.

The man's head was bald, with six button-like objects embedded on top, resembling Buddhist ordination scars. Below the corners of his eyes was a black mask covering most of his face; the mask wasn't worn on, but rather sewn onto his skin with fine thread.

He is extremely tall, at least two meters tall. Generally speaking, even with a normal BMI, such a height can easily give people the impression of being tall and thin.

But his physique was extremely robust; even at such a height, he appeared somewhat obese, like a brown bear standing upright.

The man stared at the 'mummies' lying on the two operating tables with an emotionless gaze.

They were two people whose bodies were wrapped in white bandages, with only their eyes and nostrils showing.

"Jiao Hongyuan, the surgery was completed two days ago, how much longer do you need to stay in bed?"

The man spoke in a mechanically steady voice, devoid of any emotion; his voice was low and hoarse.

Jiao Hongyuan, lying on the operating table, opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to look at him.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I underwent a surgery that pushed my limits to the limit with my body almost crippled. It's already a miracle that I survived."

"The more offspring the queen produces, the better. Maybe a few more 'queen insects' will be born in a few days..."

Jiao Hongyuan said calmly.

It wasn't a confident composure, but rather a lifeless indifference.

It's like a patient with a terminal illness who has struggled, despaired, and finally, with a helpless acceptance, a kind of indifferent calm.

The man said expressionlessly, "There are only half a month left before the 'Great Discussion,' and we need to allow time for things to ferment among the people. That person has already spoken, and you have three days left."

Jiao Hongyuan closed his eyes and stopped looking at him: "It doesn't matter. If he's not satisfied, he can just find someone else to do it. It's not like I'm in a hurry."

The man narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous glint in them: "We had you undergo the procedure to break your limits beforehand."

Jiao Hongyuan chuckled and said, "That's because you need me to die so that there will be no evidence... Don't think I don't know what you put inside me during the surgery."

man:"……"

"I understand everything, but I just don't care anymore, because it doesn't matter anymore."

Jiao Hongyuan spoke calmly.

“My martial arts, my disciples, my dojo, everything I have… has been destroyed.”

"To be honest, I can't even feel any hatred towards the Hidden Dragon Dojo right now. I just want to see this world burn, and burn with me."

"Go back now. I will take action when the time is right. I will decide this matter. If you are not satisfied, you can kill me now."

The man stopped talking, gave Jiao Hongyuan a deep look, and turned to leave.

After he left, Jiao Hongyuan turned to look at Li Chengxuan, who was lying on the operating table next to him.

“Chengxuan, I can now even think rationally that the root cause of things getting to this point is entirely your fault.”

"But now, it doesn't matter anymore."

“If I die, you will die, and everyone in the Hidden Dragon Dojo will die, especially that brat.”

"Everything will be reduced to ashes..."

In the dark basement, eerie, calm voices echoed.

……

a few days later.

Suburbs of Dongcheng District.

On a flat, wide meadow, Xue Jing looked up at the sun high in the sky, his eyes narrowed, and then turned his gaze to the handsome, burly, long-haired middle-aged man opposite him.

Today, Senior Brother Meng Boshang had some rare free time and was idling around the Hidden Dragon Dojo, so Li Qi suggested that Meng Boshang have a practical combat training session with him.

Things are different now. Xue Jing is no longer the naive newcomer who just started practicing martial arts a few months ago. If he were to fight his senior brother at the Hidden Dragon Dojo now, he would definitely tear down the entire office building.

So the group went to the outskirts of the city.

"Keep it up, Master!"

The little girl, Zong Shichan, standing dozens of meters away, waved and shouted loudly.

Besides her, there was Li Qi in a wheelchair, and Meng Qingjiao, who stood behind him pushing the wheelchair with a cold expression.

"Grandmaster, can Master defeat Uncle-Master Meng?"

Zong Shichan asked Li Qi curiously.

Li Qi patted her head, smiled, and said:

"Anything is possible in a battle between martial artists. In situations that are not life-or-death, Xiao Jing is not without a chance."

However... the chances are very slim.

Li Qi tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his finger.

Xue Jing let out a slight breath, then clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "Senior Brother, please."

"..." Meng Boshang nodded at him, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly, as if he were smiling.

Xue Jing's eyes revealed seriousness.

This was his first real-life encounter with the true senior disciple.

Previously, it was all simulated in the consciousness space, and the simulated version was not the senior brother's true strength, but merely a simulation based on the data of the senior brother's past actions.

Instantly, Xue Jing's pupils turned a divine silver-white.

Then—“BOOM!”

With a flash, Xue Jing disappeared from his spot, leaving a trail of spiraling, colorful flames behind him as he hurtled straight toward Meng Boshang. Wherever he passed, the grass parted to the sides, leaving a long gap.

"Flame Linked Colors - Burning Wheel!"

A spiral indentation appeared on his right hand, carrying a colorful tail flame, and blasted towards Meng Boshang with unstoppable force.

Meng Boshang stood still, stretched out his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and threw a punch in return.

"Bang!!"

A deafening, thunderous explosion erupted between their clashing fists.

A ring of distorted light and a terrifying, visible shockwave suddenly spread out from it, bending the two people's hair back and causing it to sway. Within a five-meter diameter around them, the grass was blown away and soil debris was scattered everywhere.

Five meters away, large swathes of weeds were bent over by the weight, expanding in a circular pattern. The clothes of the people watching from dozens of meters away were also rattled by the airflow.

"..." A slight look of surprise appeared on Meng Boshang's face.

Before he could respond, a storm of punches rained down on him.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom -"

A barrage of punches, accompanied by colorful fireworks, rained down relentlessly, each punch heavier than the last.

Meng Boshang's injured hands moved like afterimages, constantly and precisely blocking Xue Jing's terrifying attacks of dozens of punches per second. Although he firmly defended against every blow, the look of surprise on his face grew stronger and stronger.

Xue Jing's all-out effort, without holding back, made him more and more excited as the game progressed.

"Thunder Flame Boiling Cauldron!"

Seeing Xue Jing's final, clearly extraordinary strike, Meng Boshang's arms were covered in dense, overlapping golden scales.

"boom--!!"

Meng Boshang was thrown backward like a cannonball, his feet pounding the grass and soil, carving two deep furrows that stretched for nearly a hundred meters.

"Master is so amazing!"

Zong Shichan watched this scene with eyes that seemed to shoot out stars.

Li Qi nodded, satisfied. "Such strong offensive capabilities, and the killing moves are perfectly integrated..."