I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

[Your husband? My husband!]

[How dare you! He is clearly my husband!]

[What the heck? Is my husband practicing polygamy?]

[Hehe, can everyone act normal and not randomly call every good-looking guy online 'husband', okay? Especially since he's my husband, I hope you'll respect that.]

Xue Jing glanced briefly and saw the comment section was full of crazy "my husband, my husband," not just from women, but also many obviously male users joining in the fun.

And the number of reposts had already reached four digits, even though it had only been a few minutes since it was posted.

"This shot is definitely a classic scene, the kind that keeps the heat up!" Jiang Siwei said excitedly.

"If we strike while the iron is hot, we can soon build a following of true fans..."

Xue Jing walked over to the table, placed the Crouching Rabbit Sword on the table, picked up a bottled water next to him, twisted off the cap, and took a sip, casually saying:

"I've already said I'm not interested... I'm just here to compete."

Jiang Siwei sighed with a disappointed face, "Okay... I just think it's a pity."

She paused for a moment, then added:

"By the way, Little Jing, you need to be careful about the force you use, I almost thought you really killed your opponent... "

"Don't worry, I know my limits," Xue Jing laughed.

His use of 'Black Heaven Blade·Whirlwind Thunder' was the result of recent intense training in the Consciousness Space.

He employed both the Eye-Penetrating Flow and Whirlwind Thunder moves, and with Eye-Penetrating Flow enhancing his capabilities, his strikes were incredibly precise.

The dark tornadic Saber Qi avoided all the 'lines' and 'points' on Li Chengxuan's body, targeting non-fatal areas, almost as if he had activated 'no headshots allowed.'

If someone truly knowledgeable saw the injuries on Li Chengxuan, they could comprehend the high value of his strike.

"Alright Wei, I'm going to head back now," Xue Jing said.

Xue Jing twisted his neck, picked up the Crouching Rabbit Sword from the table, and walked toward the door.

Jiang Siwei asked, "There are two more matches, aren't you going to watch? One of them will be your opponent in the third round."

Xue Jing replied, "I won't watch it live, isn't there a recorded livestream? I'll find time to watch it later."

Jiang Siwei: "Then let me drive you back."

Xue Jing shook his head: "No need to bother, I'm going for a stroll on my way."

He opened the door, left the resting room, and walked outside the sports hall.

On the way, he activated his panel.

[...Charm Art Experience Points +68]

[...Charm Art Experience Points +21]

[...Charm Art Experience Points...]

First thing he noticed was a screen full of Charm Art Experience Point increase notifications.

Xue Jing directly scrolled to the bottom, just taking a glance at the current state of Charm Art.

[Charm Art Lv10 (10000+/?)]

"Hmm?"

Xue Jing raised his eyebrow slightly.

Before he went on the platform, his Charm Art experience was around four thousand, and with so many dense notifications on the panel, the increase should definitely be more than 6000.

But the Charm Art experience only showed ten thousand... with an additional plus sign.

"What's the situation... Am I maxed out?"

Xue Jing mused.

Was it the limit specific to the Charm Art skill, or was it the limit for all general skills?

"Whatever, I'll know what the situation is after reaching Fitness Lv10."

He shook his head and continued looking at other notifications.

[...Fitness Experience Points +126]

[...Health Cultivation Experience Value +58]

[...Aiming Experience Value +326]

...

[...Combat Skills Experience Points +569]

[Combat Skills increased to Lv7 (121/4500)]

Since Li Chengxuan was instantly killed by his blow, the Experience Points he provided were pitifully low, with only [Aiming] and [Combat Skills] yielding good gains.

Combat Skills had slaughtered the Sea Bee Swarm on the ship and gained a lot of experience points, and now he had finally leveled up to Lv7.

Xue Jing's hand gripped the Crouching Rabbit Sword slightly tighter, calming his spirit.

This time, he felt something different from before.

From the body of the Crouching Rabbit Sword, there came an odd sensation of expanding and contracting, expanding and contracting.

"Is this... breathing?"

Xue Jing was somewhat unsure.

A sword... was breathing?

Very mysterious.

But other than that, there seemed to be nothing else.

"Forget it, I'll try again later."

Xue Jing closed the panel and took out his phone.

He had set his phone to do-not-disturb mode before going on the platform; only now, as he took it out, did he see the numerous WeChat messages and missed calls.

Messages from classmates, from Li Ge, from the head teacher Du Shiwei, from senior sister Zhu Shanying, and from his parents and older sister Xue Wan...

Xue Jing replied to the messages while walking toward the hotel, casually strolling along.

...

Late at night, Maple City Wharf.

An inconspicuous small fishing boat slowly approached the shore with the rise and fall of the tide.

Three people were standing on the deck of the fishing boat.

Two of them were quite odd.

They were so tall as to be abnormal, almost over two meters and three in height, each with a black headscarf on their heads, wearing thick fur around their necks in the cool weather of an early southern winter, and their clothing was long-sleeved, covering their bodies very tightly.

Their shapes were also quite odd; though standing, their bodies were bent forward significantly, and their knees were bent, appearing not as a deliberate posture but rather a structural characteristic of their bodies making them unable to stand straight.

They looked like... feral beasts that had risen to stand.

The two tall men sandwiched the third man in the middle, each extending a hand to press on his shoulders.

If Xue Jing and Ning Fengwan were here, they would recognize the man in the middle as Mr. An, the priest of the Qing City Dragon Cult.

"Pfft—"

The bow of the fishing boat suddenly dipped into the water, and the two tall men, holding onto Mr. An's shoulders, leaped about ten meters high, landing on the port's shore.

From a height of ten meters, the two tall men's feet touched the ground without making any sound, completely silent.

Like a little chick, Mr. An was similarly carried by the two men and landed smoothly.

One of the men closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said,

"I can smell it, the sacred scent of the Cat God."

The other man reminded him, "You are wrong, Bazebu, the cat is only one of Its aspects. We should call him 'Lion God' or 'War King.'

Bazebu smirked, "Whatever... Beliru, what do we do now?"

"That old man, Fox Sleeper, only told us the name and the place... are we supposed to turn the whole city upside down looking for it?"

Beliru spoke, "Of course we can't do that, which is why I brought this person here."

Saying this, he patted Mr. An's shoulder.

Bazebu asked with confusion, "Ah? Isn't this little snake just a snack to satisfy our cravings?"

Beliru replied, "Of course not... at least not now. The woman who bought the 'Sacred Object' is the Leader of Qing City Dragon Cult, and this man is the priest of Qing City Dragon Cult.

"He has a way to contact that sect leader, so let him arrange a meeting with her..."

Mr. An blinked his red vertical pupils and said with a forced smile, "Honorable envoys, as we agreed beforehand, your church takes the Sacred Object, but spare the leader's life... She is designated by our Supreme Sect as the person to become the 'Divine Child' under the Infinity Dragon..."

Beliru spoke impatiently, "You have no room to bargain, hurry up and call her out, before Bazebu decides not to eat you."

Mr. An broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead and said, "This will take some time... the sect leader is not always available. We have to wait for her to go online, whenever she logs onto that website…"

Beliru's gaze turned cold, "Then you'd better pray she does it soon."

"Otherwise..."

Mr. An forced a smile, "Yes, yes..."

These uncontrollably wild beasts of the Lion Holy Church!

He cursed inwardly.

...