I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

"The Golden Wind and White Rainbow Sword technique is said to be able to train one's fists and feet into swords, with gimmicks such as 'Four Blades Without Edges' and 'Nakedness is equivalent to wielding a weapon.' When its disciples enter some important places, they are even required to wear leather gloves and shoe covers, otherwise it is considered 'wielding a weapon'..."

"With such a sensational story, I was naturally curious, so I found an opportunity to find the disciples of the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword and had a fight with them..."

He rubbed his chin and recalled, "Besides Jiao Hongyuan, there should have been three other people, I can't remember exactly... Anyway, I beat them all up."

As he spoke, he glanced at the dragon scale marks on Xue Jing's body, which had almost completely disappeared.

"Their skill is insufficient; they can't break through my golden scales. Instead, they were all taken down by my punches." Li Qi clenched his fist, somewhat smug.

Xue Jing complimented, "You are truly awe-inspiring, sir."

Li Qi waved his hand: "That's all in the past... Times have changed, and we've all grown old."

Xue Jing thought for a moment: "Master, what should we be careful about if we fight someone who uses the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword?"

Li Qi spun his wheelchair around, pondering as he said, "Hmm... their school of thought is indeed quite something. The idea that nudity is equivalent to being armed is not just a gimmick. If you were to face them, even if they were unarmed, you would have to treat them as if they were carrying a knife."

“But it doesn’t matter to you right now,” Li Qi added.

"Oh?" Xue Jing asked, puzzled.

"You have already mastered the Golden Scale Transformation, and your body is covered in golden scales, which perfectly counters the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword... Just like I was back then, no Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword user of the same level could break through the defense of the golden scales."

Li Qi said casually.

"Unless the opponent's cultivation level can completely overwhelm yours... then paying attention to anything is useless."

Xue Jing pondered, "I see..."

"Alright, you can apply the medicine to him slowly. I'm going out for a stroll." Li Qi waved his hand and wheeled himself out of the Yangxin Room.

After he left, Meng Qingjiao patted Xue Jing's head.

"..."

Her calm and cool eyes gazed at Xue Jing, seemingly carrying a hint of maternal tenderness.

"Junior brother, turn your body around~"

Takeyama Hide's voice, tinged with laughter, came through the phone.

Xue Jing did as instructed and turned his body over.

After going from lying down to sitting up, Xue Jing suddenly didn't know where to look.

The magnificent World Cup is right above him...

The loose black training clothes couldn't hide the tightness, making one worry that they might burst out at any moment.

A body that's halfway to the peak of puberty is indeed troublesome...it's easy to go astray and become possessed.

Xue Jing closed his eyes and silently contemplated the Hidden Dragon Technique to avoid making a fool of himself.

A gentle, delicate hand roamed over his chest, the medicine seeping into his skin, bringing waves of cool comfort.

Unbeknownst to her, her delicate hand moved from her chest to her abdomen.

At the same time, Xue Jing also noticed that a great shadow had appeared above his face.

As the hand moved lower and lower, the shadow drew closer and closer, and the delicate fragrance lingering around the nose grew stronger and stronger.

As the soft touch made contact with his cheek, Xue Jing couldn't hold back any longer.

He opened his eyes somewhat awkwardly.

What came into view was a shadow that almost completely blocked out everything, and the strange gaze of Takeyama Ei peering at him through the gap.

"Junior brother, you..."

She spoke somewhat shyly, her gaze slightly lowered, before immediately shifting away as if she had been electrocuted.

"..." Meng Qingjiao also straightened up, a blush appearing on her cool and pretty face.

Xue Jing sighed.

This is trouble.

……

Chapter 83: Everyone is equal before the World Cup; I'll take care of you. (Seeking monthly votes)

Xue Jing tried his best to keep a calm expression as he spoke.

"Consciousness is independent of the human body; our consciousness and the physical body should be viewed separately."

"—So, this was not my intention, but rather a reaction of the body acting on its own."

Zhushan Ying's face was rosy, and his expression was full of disbelief.

She chuckled and said, "Keep making excuses, Senior Sister Meng and I are listening."

Xue Jing: "..."

He sighed and said, "As you all know, I'm currently in my adolescence, the most difficult stage of life to control myself, and I'm seventeen, a time when adolescence is almost at its peak..."

"At this age, when one could easily go astray, encountering a demonic saintess or a righteous demones, one might be moved to slay demons and uphold righteousness, causing the holy sword to automatically draw its sheath. This is a very reasonable and logical thing, isn't it?"

"You could say this isn't my problem at all, but a physical problem, or even your problem."

Zhushan Ying was stunned by Xue Jing's sophistry.

She gave him a look as if she were seeing him for the first time, and said with a sneer, "Junior brother, you shouldn't be practicing martial arts. You should be a lawyer, a litigator in ancient times. With that mouth of yours, you can turn black into white and manipulate the universe."

Meng Qingjiao, standing beside her, crossed her arms to subtly conceal her impressive figure. A lingering blush graced her cool, aloof face as she nodded in agreement.

Xue Jing scratched his cheek with his finger, saying awkwardly, "I was just trying to ease the tension..."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

After a series of nonsensical remarks, the awkward and romantic atmosphere caused by the drawing of the holy sword was finally slightly reversed, making it less awkward.

At this moment, Zhu Shanying suddenly placed her two delicate hands on Xue Jing's thighs, raised her eyebrows, and threatened, "Then I have to ask you, in your eyes, which of me and Senior Sister Meng is the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Path, and which is the Demonic Maiden of the Righteous Path? Explain yourself clearly."

"Hiss—" Xue Jing gasped in pain, quickly waving his hand and saying, "It doesn't matter, it was just a casual analogy..."

"No, we must distinguish them!" Takeyama Ei gradually increased the pressure in his hand.

Xue Jing had no choice but to say, "You, you are the Holy Maiden."

"Hmm?" Takeyama Ei's eyes held a smile, but he protested, "You mean I'm a demon?"

Xue Jing's lips twitched.

She thought to herself, "Compared to Senior Sister Meng, you are definitely a demonic cultivator."

"..." At this moment, Meng Qingjiao reached out her hands, held his head, and looked at him.

Her cool and pretty face held an inexplicable seriousness, as if she were asking: Me, a witch?

Looking at the overwhelming shadow before him, Xue Jing thought to himself, "You are definitely a witch."

He said with a sincere expression, "I'm sorry, I was just talking nonsense."

"It's all my fault from beginning to end, please forgive me."

Seeing that he had given in, Zhushan Ying snorted and said with a smile, "Junior Brother is so lacking in self-control, you'd better watch out for honey traps in the future."

Xue Jing did not reply.

Is this a matter of willpower?

He glanced casually at Meng Qingjiao's trembling World Cup.

Who wouldn't be confused by this?

Which cadre could withstand this kind of test?

If you have it, you should draw it too.

Everyone is equal before the World Cup.

"...So, junior brother."

Takeyama Ei glanced down again unintentionally, then looked away as if she had been electrocuted, her small face flushed with rosy cheeks.

"...When can it be sheathed?"

"In this case... it's not appropriate for us to continue applying the medicine."

"Takeyama Hide murmured softly."

Xue Jing: "..."

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like Takeyama Hide was hinting at something.

Of course, this is 100% an illusion.

Possessing the ability of visualization and having extremely strong control over his thoughts, he still maintains clarity of mind even now.

If you say something strange at this point, then it will be truly irreversible.

"...I'll leave the rest to myself; they're all easy areas to apply."

Xue Jing spoke softly.

"Then... you can do it yourself. Senior Sister Meng and I will be leaving now."

Takeyama Ei breathed a sigh of relief, but there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"..." Meng Qingjiao nodded, her calm and aloof face revealing no emotion, but the lingering blush betrayed the fact that her heart was still not at peace.

After they left, Xue Jing moved the corners of his mouth, looking at the still sharp and gleaming Holy Sword, feeling somewhat troubled.

This thing probably really won't return until blood is drawn...

……

After finally managing to disperse the stagnant blood using the breathing techniques related to blood cultivation from the Shaking Armor Technique, Xue Jing finished applying the medicine and lay down in the Nourishing Heart Room, where he fell asleep immediately.

When I opened my eyes again, several hours had passed.

He checked the progress of his injury recovery and found that his skin was still numb, itchy, and painful.

"It seems the injury is quite serious this time..."