"Although they are all nice words, they are indeed pleasing to hear."
Xue Jing smiled, and suddenly noticed something. He looked at Li Qi carefully and asked curiously, "Hmm? Master, you seem to have become younger?"
"Oh? You figured it out?" Li Qi touched his bald spot with a smug look on his face.
Although it was not obvious, he now looked a little younger than before, when he looked so old and dry that he seemed to be dying at any moment.
Even the originally smooth bald scalp on his head has stubbornly sprouted a few strands of hair.
Li Qi sighed:
"Ever since I heard your theory about the mind interfering with one's own reality..."
Xue Jing speculated: "Oh? You used your limit-breaking mental power to gradually repair the foundation of your body?"
Li Qi gave him a strange look and said, "No, I ride my wheelchair on the street every day now, and I see more... ahem, I notice more beautiful scenery that I don't usually notice, and my mental state has become younger..."
Xue Jing: “…”
Li Qi sighed, with a look of regret on her face: "Alas... It's a pity that the weather is starting to get colder, and there are fewer girls wearing skirts."
Xue Jing's mouth twitched: "Well... As long as you are happy."
"Let's not talk about this for now." Li Qi waved his hand.
"You saw it when you came in just now, right? Our Canglong Dojo is now full of disciples and students... These people came here because of you. Now this dojo is too small to accommodate all these people, so I decided to move to a more spacious place."
Li Qi touched his chin and said, "I have found a good place, but there are still some problems that I need you to solve."
Xue Jing: “Hmm?”
…
After chatting with Li Qi, he asked him to check his current progress in martial arts, and then had a fight with Chen Fuguang and Meng Qingjiao. The time came to around three o'clock in the afternoon.
Xue Jing originally wanted to find Senior Sister Zhushan Yingzhu to apologize to her and explain why the burgundy suit and the Futu Sword she had given him were gone.
But I heard that Senior Sister Zhu has now returned to her hometown, the First Metropolitan Area, and I don’t know when she will return to Qingcheng.
He called her, but the call didn't go through. It said there was no signal. Xue Jing had no choice but to give up temporarily.
After leaving Canglong Dojo, Xue Jing first went to buy some snacks such as cakes, then hailed a taxi and went to Qingfu Middle School.
After arriving, Xue Jing went straight to the library of Qingcheng University campus, swiped his card all the way to the seventh floor of the library.
The attic was as old and deserted as ever. As soon as Xue Jing came in, he saw a familiar figure.
Sitting alone on a wooden chair in the rest area, her high ponytail swaying slightly, her enviable hair flowing like a black waterfall.
Even if she is alone, she still sits upright with an impeccable posture. Her beautiful and elegant appearance does not give any sense of distance, and she is as friendly as the beautiful girl who lives next door to you in your childhood.
But the quiet and mysterious atmosphere faintly reveals her extraordinaryness.
Wu Youqing put down the book titled "Sword of the Reverse Cross" in her hand, turned to look at Xue Jing, a smile in her beautiful lavender eyes.
"You are here, please sit down."
She stood up, walked to the wall, reached out and opened the secret cabinet on the wall, took out the tea set and tea leaves, and placed them on the table.
Xue Jing sat on the chair opposite her, put the bag of snacks on the table, and smiled softly, "Boss, I'm back."
Wu Youqing hummed, said nothing, and silently began to make tea.
After two cups of steaming hot tea were brewed, she opened the bag that Xue Jing brought, took out the cake from it, and placed it on the table.
Then he sat down, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.
Xue Jing also picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea brewed from the [sweet water kettle]. It still had that strange and indescribable sweet taste.
But he seemed to be used to it and actually felt it tasted okay.
At this time, Wu Youqing rummaged through the small bag on the chair next to her, took out a black ID card, and handed it to Xue Jing.
"Give me your asylum certificate. You can use this from now on."
Upon hearing this, Xue Jing took out the Class C detention certificate from his pocket, handed it to Wu Youqing, and reached out to take the new one from her hand.
He looked at the new admission certificate.
It was still made of an obsidian-like material, with the words "Death of God" outlined in white strokes on the front, but compared to the C-level containment certificate, there were some purple embellishments in several places, making it look better.
There are two lines of words written on the back.
[Wu's Divine Relics Collection and Research Co., Ltd.]
[Specially-appointed B-rank Divine Relic Receiver - Xue Jing]
"Huh? Why did I suddenly get a promotion, Boss?"
Xue Jing was a little confused.
Wu Youqing said leisurely, "You solved a mirror world... and it was a mirror world that was reflected and integrated with the border area. You killed a young pure-blooded dragon species alone in it. After I reported it to the higher-ups, they directly granted you permission to be promoted to a Class B containment officer without any assessment."
"From now on, you will be able to carry out B-level containment commissions, with higher authority, and be able to view more information on divine relics."
Xue Jing stroked the Class B containment certificate in his hand, feeling a sense of accomplishment after the promotion. He raised his eyebrows and said:
“So, did my salary increase?”
Wu Youqing nodded: "Of course it will increase. The basic salary is two million. In addition, the bonus after the successful containment will also increase accordingly."
“That’s a good feeling.”
Xue Jing smiled and nodded.
After a pause, he said again: "Boss, don't you have anything you want to ask?"
Wu Youqing asked casually, "What are you asking?"
Xue Jing thought for a moment and said, "For example, how did I become the chosen son of God?"
Wu Youqing took a sip of tea and stared at Xue Jing quietly with her lavender eyes.
Only after seeing Xue Jing feeling somewhat uncomfortable did she smile:
"You're lying."
She crossed her arms over her chest, leaned her upper body back, and leaned against the back of the chair. Her long legs in jeans were crossed together, and she sat in a queen-like posture.
"You are not the chosen one."
"You are far more special than the Chosen..."
In front of those eyes that seemed to see through everything, Xue Jing's heart skipped a beat.
However, his expression did not change, and he asked calmly, "Oh? Why do you say that?"
Wu Youqing smiled and said casually:
"Because I am God's chosen one."
"And you... don't have that flavor~"
Xue Jing tapped the table with his fingers.
Wu Youqing saw that he was a little embarrassed, but she just smiled and said softly:
"Don't worry, I won't force you to say anything you don't want to say."
Xue Jing sighed slightly.
"I really can't beat you, dear sister."
…
Chapter 179 The ceiling of human individual combat power! Protection from the authorities (4K)
"How do you know everything, dear sister? Is there really nothing you don't know?"
Xue Jing couldn't help but say.
Wu Youqing picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and said casually:
"I don't know everything, I just happen to know."
Then the subject changed.
"Okay, I just happened to have something to discuss with you, and you came just in time."
Xue Jing was relieved to see that she cooperated and stopped talking about this matter.
If Wu Youqing really wanted to pursue the matter, he would really feel embarrassed and would not know what excuse to make.
There was definitely no way to tell about A Ban's matter. Without any temporary preparation, no matter how fast his brain worked, he couldn't find a suitable and flawless reason.
'A terrible woman...'
Xue Jing sighed inwardly.
Up to now, Wu Youqing was the only person who made him feel difficult in every aspect, as if he was always under her control to some extent.
Yet, I didn't feel any resentment or defensiveness in my heart... because she controlled everything just right.
"You have now officially 'debuted' and have entered the sights of many interested people."
Wu Youqing pondered for a moment and then spoke.
"You are currently considered by outsiders to be a 'natural gift' or 'God's chosen child'... This is a good identity, although I don't know if you gave yourself this identity after careful consideration or it was an accident."
"In short, this identity is enough to explain most of your abnormalities. There are almost no flaws. Only someone like me who is also chosen by God can detect that something is wrong."
She picked up a plastic fork, scooped out a piece of the cream cake Xue Jing bought, put it in her mouth, chewed it a few times without showing her teeth, and swallowed it. She pointed at Xue Jing with her fork and continued:
"However, this identity is not all advantages and no disadvantages."
Xue Jing asked in confusion: "What's the harm?"
Wu Youqing put the plastic fork in her hand against her thin lips, thought for a moment, and said, "Have you ever heard of the 'Secret Martial Arts Society'?"
Xue Jing's eyes moved: "I've heard of it... but I only know the name."
His agent Jiang Siwei had mentioned this organization to him before. It was said to be very powerful and had the ability to subvert the country... although it was not very credible.
Wu Youqing said: "Well... then I will tell you briefly."
She paused, "This is an organization that has existed for more than a hundred years. Its founder is a man known as the 'Extreme Martial King'."
Xue Jing narrowed his eyes slightly: "King Jiwu..."
He had also heard of this name.
Previously, when they were at the border, the [Man in the Mirror] had mentioned this name to him once by accident, but when he asked curiously, the Man in the Mirror was very secretive about it and abruptly changed the subject.
"You don't need to know who King Jiwu is yet. You only need to know one thing."
There was a hint of caution in Wu Youqing's lavender eyes.
"At this moment, he is one of the people living in the 'Cang Ting'."
Xue Jing's eyes widened slightly.
Cang Ting!
The center of China, the place where the nine metropolitan areas are truly ruled and controlled by the entire state apparatus.
Its status is equivalent to the country itself!
From this point of view, the "Secret Martial Arts Society" is said to have the ability to subvert this country, which is probably not false.
The fact that the founder, King Jiwu, was the one who ruled Cang Ting is convincing enough.
"And now, the Secret Martial Arts Society has become your enemy."
Wu Youqing said lightly.
Xue Jing's mouth twitched: "... Please tell me in detail."
"When King Jiwu was young, he was a little... a little extreme." Wu Youqing said euphemistically.
"You also know that since the death of God and the beginning of the new era, we humans have obtained many power systems that can enhance our individual power."
"But most of these systems require the involvement of forces 'outside of humans'."
"Things like 'granted ascension', 'implantation of alien organisms', and even 'new weapons' that transform the body, are essentially 'impure things' that rely on external forces."
"Among all the systems, there is only one path that belongs entirely to mankind."