I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Xue Jing reached out and flicked her forehead, sending her sprawling backward: "Are you doing drugs here?"

Zong Shichan grinned and said, "Master has entered my heart, I've forgotten heroin~"

Xue Jing's lips twitched, and he reached out to pinch her bouncy cheeks and pull them apart. "...You still haven't practiced enough."

"Hmm? Su Hu, is this some kind of god or demon? (Master, what is this?)"

Zong Shichan was holding Xue Jing when her hand accidentally slipped into his pocket and touched something. Curious, she took it out.

Because her cheeks were being pulled, the little girl's words were somewhat unclear. Xue Jing looked at what she was holding in her hand.

It was a rather strange-looking digital watch, red and white in color, with two small mushroom-shaped buttons protruding from the top.

"Huh? Why did I bring this thing with me?" Xue Jing reached out and took the digital watch, somewhat puzzled.

This is one of the eight divine relics that the Sixth Agency gave him as a reward, [GOD-771·Proof of Love].

The effect is simple yet amazing... It can materialize your feelings for others, or others' feelings for you, into specific numbers and display them on the screen.

When a user holds this device and looks at a target, pressing the left button displays their level of affection for the target, while pressing the right button displays the target's level of affection for them.

After absorbing the divinity of these eight divine relics, he put them back in the box, awaiting the Sixth Agency's retrieval.

The "Proof of Love" was also placed in the box... He hadn't even opened the box, so how could this thing be hidden in his clothes?

Could it be a prank by Teacher Wan?

Xue Jing pondered for a moment but couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking about it.

Anyway, you'll figure it out eventually; there's no point in thinking about it any further when there are no clues.

"Master, Master, what is this?" The little girl looked curiously at the [Proof of Love] in Xue Jing's hand.

Xue Jing thought for a moment, realizing the opportunity was too good to pass up, and then smiled and said:

"This is... kind of high-tech product, which can display how much others like you, or how much you like others."

Upon hearing this, Zong Shichan's eyes lit up, and she said, "Wow, amazing! But it feels like a 'dog language/cat language translator' or something like that, a product that's just a waste of money."

Xue Jing smiled noncommittally and said, "Perhaps."

"Master~ How do I use this? Teach me quickly!"

Zong Shichan said with great interest.

"Don't you think this is a product that's a waste of money?"

"I'd love to play too!"

After Xue Jing handed her the [Proof of Love] and explained how to use it, Zong Shichan immediately turned her attention to Xue Jing.

A hint of anticipation appeared on her delicate and pretty face as she pressed the button to the left of the "Proof of Love" icon towards Xue Jing.

Numbers began to appear on the electronic screen, fluctuating constantly, as if they were calculating something.

Under the little girl's unwavering gaze, the numbers on the screen stopped spinning.

"1365... Master, is this number too high or too low?"

Zong Shichan asked in confusion, showing Xue Jing the number on the Love Certificate in her hand.

Xue Jing was a little incredulous: "The information I saw said that around 60 points means you can be friends, 90 points and above means you can be lifelong best friends, and it wouldn't be surprising if you got married. 120 points basically guarantees a high level of happiness after marriage."

"You little brat, what are you thinking about me? How come your readings went over a thousand..."

Zong Shichan stepped forward and hugged Xue Jing's arm, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter: "My love for my master is truly genuine!"

At this point, the number on the screen increased by another 30 points, becoming 1395.

Xue Jing: "..."

Is increasing favorability really that simple?

"Oh right, let's check Master's favorability towards me..." The little girl looked at Xue Jing happily and pressed the button on the right.

The screen flickered, and this time the numbers stopped in less than two seconds.

【68】.

Looking at this number, Zong Shichan fell silent.

"This counterfeit, shoddy piece of junk is a waste of money!" The little girl angrily slammed the certificate of love in her hand to the ground.

"It's fake, it must be fake! How could Master's favorability towards me be so low!"

Xue Jing stroked his chin: "There are quite a lot, aren't there? We've already crossed the friend line."

He felt inexplicably smug. "This is the level of difficulty my strategy is... As expected of me, I can see beauty as nothing."

"It's fake, it's fake!" Zong Shichan was almost crying with anger.

Xue Jing said leisurely, "Then the more than 1,000 points of affection you got for me were fake too."

Zong Shichan panicked: "...That's different, it's the real deal!"

Xue Jing picked up the token of love, then reached out and patted the little girl's head, smiling as he said:

"Alright, it's just a toy, it doesn't mean anything. Let's practice martial arts."

"Let me introduce you to a new sparring partner. This is my substitute... Qi clone."

……

As night fell, Xue Jing walked slowly home along the road.

He tossed the "Proof of Love" he was holding in his hand, somewhat wary of its destructive power.

If this thing gives a good result, that's fine. But if it gives an unexpected bad result, that's a real blow to your soul.

Zong Shichan was in a state of emotional breakdown all afternoon. She started crying as she practiced, tears streaming down her face, her sorrow flowing like a river.

This was only a matter of half-believing and half-doubting, and the truth was still uncertain, yet it was already such a huge blow.

Although Xue Jing thought 68 was quite high... the little girl didn't think so.

Seeing her pitiful little face, Xue Jing couldn't bear it and increased his favorability towards her by two points, bringing her past the 70 mark.

"This thing needs to be used with caution, otherwise even I might not be able to escape the real damage from a mental attack..."

"There really is a need for some distance and mystery between people; if you see everything clearly, you lose the room for imagination..."

Lost in thought, Xue Jing first went to the supermarket and bought two large bags of groceries and daily necessities. Then he walked into his residential community and went to the garden inside the community.

This is his daily route, the shortest way back to his floor.

It's a little past seven in the evening. Usually, there would be some people in the garden at this time, but for some reason, Xue Jing didn't encounter a single person today.

He walked all the way to the very center of the garden.

On the red brick-paved ground, there were several benches, but at this moment only one person was sitting on one of them.

He was a young man wearing a black jacket and jeans, with sunglasses. His clothes were quite retro, as if he had stepped out of the 90s.

It was only 7 p.m., and the night was eerily quiet.

Xue Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped in his tracks.

Under the dim light of a few streetlights, the man slowly raised his head, looked at Xue Jing, and extended one index finger to take off his sunglasses.

With a resolute and expressionless face, the man slowly spoke:

"Xue Jing..."

"Nice to meet you... You may know me, or you may not."

He slowly stood up, revealing his nearly 1.9-meter height and his muscular build that stretched his clothes to the ground.

"My name is Yan Xiangweng, and I am the chief disciple of Jiao Hongyuan of the Jinfeng Dojo."

"I have a blood feud with you, the murder of my master and the extermination of my entire family. We are irreconcilable enemies."

Xue Jing tilted his head slightly and asked, "So?"

Yan Xiangweng's body trembled slightly as streaks of golden, tangible sword energy tore his upper body clothes to shreds, revealing a body of strangely shaped muscles radiating metallic sharpness.

He crouched slightly, assuming the stance of the Golden Wind and White Rainbow Sword, and said to Xue Jing in a calm tone:

"Although I do not wish to bully the weak, today you must die here to comfort the spirits of my disciples at the Golden Wind Dojo and my revered master."

"Don't worry, I will find each and every one of the people from your Hidden Dragon Dojo. You won't be alone on your journey to the Yellow Springs..."

Xue Jing, carrying two large bags of ingredients, sighed:

"You were nowhere to be seen last night, and only show up today talking about revenge. What, are you a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong?"

"Never mind, it doesn't matter... My house is right next door, I'll take the groceries home and put them in the refrigerator first."

He gestured to the two bags he was carrying.

Yan Xiangweng shook his head: "No, you want to run away."

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing smiled.

He strode directly toward his floor.

"I'm not discussing this with you."

Yan Xiangweng frowned when he saw Xue Jing walking home so unguardedly. "He's asking for death."

He lunged forward, slicing through the air like a sharp sword, and slashed at Xue Jing.

The airflow parted to his left and right, like a transparent jelly being sliced ​​open by a blade.

'Is this all the most promising disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo is capable of? Such a careless and unprepared attitude even when facing a powerful enemy?'

'Forget it, he brought this on himself, he can't blame anyone else.'

Yan Xiangweng thought to himself, and with a wave of his arm, carrying a golden wind sword aura that could be seen with the naked eye, he slashed towards Xue Jing's neck.

at this time.

A pale golden, semi-transparent humanoid figure suddenly appeared between him and Xue Jing, blocking their path.

"……What!?"

Yan Xiangweng's eyes widened slightly.