I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Li Qi did not open his eyes immediately, but instead put his hands together in a prayer position, closed his eyes, and showed a compassionate expression.

Suddenly.

Parts of his once-dry white hair began to turn black and become softer at a visible rate.

His once lifeless and withered complexion has become much rosier, and some of his wrinkles have disappeared.

If he originally looked like a sick old man in his seventies or eighties, he now looks like a man in his sixties who looks a bit unwell but is still in good spirits.

Li Qi slowly opened his eyes, then with a loud groan, leaned forward and vomited a mouthful of extremely turbid, pitch-black blood.

Xue Jing walked behind him, reached out and gently patted his back to help him catch his breath, asking with concern:

"Master, how are you feeling?"

Li Qi was panting heavily, looking like he was having asthma and couldn't breathe properly. His eyes were bright, a stark contrast to their previous cloudy state.

"You...you brat, you've turned against the Heavenly Gang."

Li Qi spoke with difficulty, panting.

"But...you did a good job, a really good job!"

As Li Qi spoke, his voice trembled, and he almost choked up.

"If I weren't afraid of bringing you bad luck, I would kneel down and kowtow to you right now..."

With his back to Xue Jing, he gripped Xue Jing's wrist tightly with his thin, aged arm and said slowly:

“Xiao Jing… I have never believed in fate.”

“But you alone… make me want to thank the heavens for allowing you to become my disciple.”

"This is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me in my life."

Xue Jing smiled and said, "I also feel very lucky to be your disciple... Master, how is it? Has the Nirvana Technique helped with your injuries?"

Li Qi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his bright eyes filled with suppressed excitement.

“It’s useful. Very useful.”

"Soon, very soon... the 'Dragon King' will be back!"

"Hahahahaha!!"

Unable to contain his excitement, Li Qi's lips curled into a smirk as he burst into wild laughter. His powerful voice reverberated throughout the entire arena, leaving the students and disciples practicing martial arts on other floors bewildered.

……

"Master, Master, I think I just heard Grandmaster laughing. What happened to him?"

In the cultivation room, Xue Jing and his little disciple sat cross-legged facing each other. Zong Shichan asked curiously.

“Adults experience a lot of pressure, and it’s normal for them to be like this sometimes. You don’t need to worry about it,” Xue Jing said.

"Oh~" the little girl responded obediently, then said happily:

"Master, what are we going to practice today?"

Xue Jing smiled and said, "You don't need to practice anything today. Just sit still and leave everything to your master."

"Huh?" the little girl asked, puzzled.

Xue Jing reached out and placed his palm on her small head.

Just as he was about to give her something to drink, Xue Jing suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Wait a minute, this skill..."

An idea suddenly popped into his head, and he instinctively started to act on it.

[Initiation]!

With a focused gaze, Xue Jing unleashed this skill.

Then—a turn of bad luck!

This extraordinary skill works by transforming one's mental energy into fragments of knowledge and implanting them into the minds of others.

What if we reverse it?

Xue Jing controlled his mental power and entered Zong Shichan's mind. He then began to perform the [Initiation] on Zong Shichan's mind, absorbing knowledge.

The little girl's weak mind was no match for a monster like Xue Jing, and she had no will to resist, so she obediently let Xue Jing knead her.

The little girl's spiritual power was slowly transformed into fragments of knowledge, which were then absorbed into Xue Jing's own spirit through his palm.

Reverse Initiation - Absorption of Power!

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Chapter 312 The Wondrous Uses of the Thirty-Two Aspects, Ning Maomao Takes the Lead (4K)

Xue Jing was overjoyed.

It actually worked!

Knowledge was drawn out from the top of Zong Shichan's head. Xue Jing felt something enter his palm, flow through the channel to his brain, and then enter the deepest part of his consciousness.

Dragon Hibernation Technique, Armor Shaking Skill, Tiger Soul Fist... Makeup knowledge, elementary school Chinese, elementary school math, elementary school history, twenty beautiful braided hairstyles, how a princess deals with a peer's simp...

As all sorts of fragmented and incomplete pieces of knowledge kept flowing in, Xue Jing frowned.

What a mess!

As he absorbed more knowledge, Xue Jing felt as if his mind was being weighed down by constantly adding weights to his hands, making his mental burden heavier and heavier.

"Is this what it feels like when someone is 'initiated' and quickly receives knowledge that doesn't belong to them?"

Xue Jing pondered.

He carefully controlled the speed at which he absorbed knowledge, constantly observing Zong Shichan's condition, and would stop if he noticed anything amiss with her.

Unlike those who receive the "initiation," the little girl didn't seem to feel any burden. Instead, she blinked at her master, appearing unresponsive.

"The knowledge I absorbed was too vast, fragmented, and chaotic... In that case, this technique probably won't be as effective as I imagined."

"Quickly absorbing knowledge that doesn't belong to me is already a huge mental burden. And when a person has an absurd amount of all kinds of knowledge in their mind, if I can't accurately absorb the knowledge I want, then even just the things in the minds of teenagers are enough to overwhelm my mental capacity."

"It seems that the idea of ​​capturing people everywhere to absorb their martial arts skills, combining the strengths of all schools, and accelerating the mastery of the near-divine move 'Return to Nothingness and Unity' is a bit unrealistic..."

Xue Jing shook his head slightly.

Just then, golden light suddenly began to emanate from the depths of his consciousness.

The golden light grew brighter and brighter, spreading outwards and lingering on the periphery of consciousness.

The vast fragments of knowledge transmitted from the little girl melted away as quickly as snow under the blazing sun the moment they came into contact with the golden light.

The sudden scene startled Xue Jing, who was performing an internal inspection.

Those fragments of knowledge that were not dissolved by the golden light successfully entered Xue Jing's consciousness.

It's all... content related to Tiger Soul Fist.

This is the martial art that Zong Shichan practiced before becoming Xue Jing's disciple and switching to the Hidden Dragon School. It has a unique and wonderful effect in cultivating and utilizing strength, but it is not very suitable for women who are naturally weak.

This was also what Xue Jing subconsciously felt was the only useful knowledge the little girl possessed for him.

"Golden light... could it be 'radiating a luminous form'?"

One of the thirty-two marks of the Buddha is that the Buddha's body light can shine outwards, extending in all directions for a length of one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters). It is said that this light can 'remove delusions and break through obstacles'.

This phenomenon had previously been observed in Xue Jing, who would have a faint golden light around his body when he practiced Nirvana Technique while sleeping.

I never expected it could be used in this kind of situation.

"Clearing away confusion and removing obstacles... This is a filter that can block out all the things I don't want, allowing only the 'knowledge' I want to pass through."

Xue Jing was overjoyed.

Under the golden light, only those fragments of knowledge related to the Tiger Soul Fist could truly enter his consciousness.

In this way, Xue Jing's mental burden was immediately reduced, and this level of knowledge was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.

Time slowly passed, and twenty minutes later...

None of the fragments of knowledge surging from the little girl could be filtered through the golden light. Seeing this, Xue Jing slowly withdrew his palm.

"Master, are you all better now?"

Seeing this, Zong Shichan asked with concern.

Xue Jing nodded and said, "I'm all better. How are you feeling?"

As soon as he said it, Xue Jing paused... He felt that something was off about the conversation.

Zong Shichan was bewildered: "No, Master, did you do anything to me?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing's eyes lit up with understanding, and he roughly grasped the principle of the "Initiation".

This extraordinary skill places an extremely heavy mental burden on the recipient of knowledge, experience, and insights; it is the price of rapidly acquiring knowledge that does not belong to them.

The sender only needs to expend a little of their own mental energy to 'copy' their item and send it to the recipient.

Simply put, the initiator's own existing knowledge is like the 'mold' in movable type printing. Initiating someone else is like applying ink to the mold, thus printing it onto that person.

The person receiving the initiation must quickly carve their own "mold" based on the content of the "ink".

Because Xue Jing was worried that the 'absorption technique' would harm Zong Shichan, he operated it very carefully, only applying ink to her mold little by little before printing it over.

This kind of operation, which is not very mentally taxing, was performed carefully and slowly by Xue Jing, so the little girl didn't feel anything at all.

...However, listening to the little girl's explanation, Xue Jing inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable.

"Come on, stick your head over here again, and I'll give you a buff."

Xue Jing smiled and waved to Zong Shichan.

"okay!"

Zong Shichan smiled and bowed his head like a monk receiving ordination, sticking his head forward.

Master's hands are so warm and so soothing... "Waaaaah!!"

The little girl trembled all over as waves of knowledge forcefully surged into her body, causing her to scream in pain as if bound by a tight band: