I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Looking at the information that popped up on the panel, Xue Jing thought for a moment and then said:

"The increase is not much different from the last time, and there is no sign of it getting faster. There is no need to worry. I can just touch it every ten days or half a month."

Feeling the warmth of her younger brother's fingers, Xue Wan gave a soft "hmm".

Zong Shichan asked curiously from the side, "Master, Aunt, what are you doing?"

For some reason, Xue Wan made the little girl call her "aunt," saying that a teacher is like a father, and since A Jing is your father, it's more appropriate for your father's sister to call you "aunt."

But Xue Jing always felt that she wanted to cosplay as Little Dragon Girl to some extent.

"Why are you asking so many questions, little kid? Go play somewhere else."

Xue Jing waved his hand at Zong Shichan.

The little girl pouted, walked to the sofa, sat down, and gently stroked the cat sleeping beside her.

after awhile.

[Divinity absorption complete]

[Possessing Divinity: 4178]

Xue Jing glanced at the number of divinity points on the panel and calculated that he had gained a little over six hundred points of divinity.

"Last time I used it, my sister's mutation rate was a little over 10%, and she gained about 300 points."

"Now, around 20% is 600... does that mean 300 points for every 10%?"

Xue Jing looked thoughtful.

"No, it can't be calculated like that..."

Shaking his head, Xue Jing patted Xue Wan's belly in a good mood.

"Clap--"

Xue Wan jumped in surprise, quickly put down her clothes, and glared at them, saying, "What are you doing?"

Xue Jing smiled happily and said, "No... I just think that you are really beautiful, sister."

She has absorbed nearly 1600 points of divinity from her older sister in three separate instances, and it is foreseeable that there will be even more in the future.

At this moment, Xue Wan's appearance, which was originally no different from Ru Hua in his eyes, suddenly became much more beautiful, almost lush and vibrant.

Hearing this, Xue Wan didn't feel happy. Instead, she covered her chest with both hands and said warily:

"What exactly are you plotting! Let me make this clear first, I have no money!"

Xue Jing smiled and was about to speak when his phone suddenly vibrated; he had received a text message.

He opened it and took a look.

[...1000000000 Zhuxia coins were transferred into savings card ending in 3166, current balance: 1013621575.76 yuan...]

One billion Zhuxia coins have been credited to your account.

Even Xue Jing, who was no longer particularly interested in money, couldn't help but perk up at this moment.

This is a billion dollars. Even if the effect isn't as shocking as seeing cash, the sight of so many zeros all at once in front of him still made his heart race slightly.

"The efficiency is quite high, the money arrived today... They didn't even charge a single penny in taxes, no wonder it's government funding."

Xue Jing pondered.

"What's wrong?" Xue Wan asked curiously as she leaned closer to take a look.

At a glance, she saw the string of numbers, and her vision went black.

"How many zeros are there?"

"Fraudulent text message?"

She said in disbelief.

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Guess?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Xue Wan knelt down in front of Xue Jing, placed her hands on his knees, looked up at him, a bright smile on her pretty face, and said in a gentle voice:

"My Lord Jing~~"

"I just got my driver's license!"

Xue Jing readily agreed, "Of course, you are my one and only sister in the world."

Xue Wan's eyes lit up: "Then?"

Xue Jing waved his hand: "Wuling Hongguang, the latest model, I'll pick it up tomorrow."

Xue Wan: "..."

……

The next day at noon.

Inside the training room of the Hidden Dragon Dojo.

Xue Jing wielded a three-meter-long spear made entirely of alloy with dexterity.

For the average person to wield a cold weapon effectively, the weight should ideally be kept below one percent of their maximum strength.

A knife, given to an ordinary soldier, would weigh no more than two pounds.

The weights of tens or even hundreds of kilograms described in historical records and fictional novels are mostly exaggerated.

Even the strongest individual warrior in ancient times, despite his immense strength, would never have used a weapon weighing more than twenty pounds if he wanted to fight continuously on the battlefield.

There is a huge difference between 'being able to dance' and 'being able to dance lightly and freely'.

At this moment, the specially customized alloy spear in Xue Jing's hand, weighing nearly ninety pounds, felt as light as if it were made of plastic.

Pointing, flicking, chopping, deflecting, striking, thrusting... all the basic spear techniques were executed with extreme agility in his hands, his palms trembling without the slightest tremor, his movements incredibly steady.

He hadn't tested his current strength for a long time.

The basic punching power may have reached ten tons, twenty tons, or even thirty tons.

There are no instruments that can measure data now; the ones used in the dojo would be destroyed with a single punch.

In any case, the 90-pound spear felt as light as a feather in his hands.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The training room was filled with the constant whistling sounds. Xue Jing's understanding and skill with the spear were visibly improving with each swing.

After an unknown amount of time, as Xue Jing thrust his spear into the air one last time, a sharp, pale golden spearhead, visible to the naked eye, extended from the spearhead and pierced through a training dummy several meters away.

Xue Jing exhaled, twirled his spear, and then sheathed it.

"It's just like how experience points can be converted between different skills... My understanding of swordsmanship gradually extended to 'gunsmanship'."

"The finals are in five days. Before that, I should be able to improve my marksmanship to a level that is close to my knife skills."

He pondered.

"The weapon that best suits the 'finishing touch' is the spear. In this way, the spear technique will also have a secret technique whose power is no less than that of 'Cherry Blossom Moon', which should be enough."

Since Zhou Yinglin, the disciple of the Gun Saint, had made it clear that he was coming for him, Xue Jing naturally had some thoughts on the matter.

Nothing is more humiliating than defeating your opponent in their area of ​​expertise.

Let's have some fun with this marksmanship that we've been practicing for less than ten days.

Xue Jing placed the spear in his hand on the weapon rack to the side, and then took an eight-sided Han sword from the side.

While marksmanship is his primary focus at this stage, he also needs to keep up with the training of other weapons.

After all, his main goal was to achieve mastery of all weapons and see if he could elevate his [Weapon Strike] skill. Using his spear technique to defeat Zhou Yinglin on the arena was just a side effect; he couldn't put the cart before the horse.

And so, Xue Jing practiced swordsmanship, then staff techniques, then whip techniques... He practiced all eighteen weapons in a single day.

After mastering each weapon, he felt a simultaneous increase in his proficiency with all weapons.

After completing all the training, picking up that nine-foot alloy spear again brought a different experience.

Xue Jing seemed to understand something.

"Indeed, what I cultivate is the [Way of Warfare]."

"The term 'weapon combat' refers to the understanding of the concept of 'weapon' itself, rather than a single type of weapon..."

"Once there is progress, there will be progress in the use of all weapons immediately."

“Unlike those martial artists who specialize in a single weapon, I follow the path of being proficient in all weapons.”

Xue Jing swirled his spear in a spiraling motion, like holding a giant electric fan, even producing a 'clattering' sound like a helicopter. The swirling air currents caused the curtains in the room to flutter wildly, almost detaching from their hooks.

As the dance came to an end, the long spear in his hand suddenly stopped, and then he thrust it forward with great force!

"Shua——!!"

A pale golden, sharp spear tip pierced through the body, striking forward and instantly obliterating the upper half of the iron dummy's fist-shaped stance.

The spearhead, nearly half a meter wide and eight meters long, remained on the spear tip, undissipated, as if solid. As Xue Jing slightly tilted the spear in one hand, the spearhead gently touched the ground.

Just like a lightsaber in a science fiction movie, the hard solid wood floor was scratched with a sharp gunshot mark by the slightest contact with the ground, as if it were butter being scraped by a hot knife.

"The space is too small to fully utilize it; the spear's edge could be even longer and larger."

Xue Jing nodded.

"Very good, at the start of the race, I'll give you a 39-meter head start..."

Xue Jing put the spear back on the weapon rack, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then opened the control panel.

His gaze shifted to the Divine Skills panel.

“Since Zhou Yinglin is connected to the Secret Martial Arts Society, he must know my identity as the ‘Chosen One’…”

“If he wanted to kill me, he would definitely have taken my ‘divinely bestowed secret technique’ into account. If he was confident enough to attack me, he might have something to rely on. I have to be on guard.”

After a moment's consideration, Xue Jing looked at the 4178 Divinity in his inventory and clicked on [Shadowflame].

【Shadowflame Lv7 (4178/3000)】