I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

At that moment, the number on the screen rose by 30 points, reaching 1395.

Xue Jing: "..."

Is it so easy for the favorability to increase?

"Right, let's check the master's favorability towards me..." The little girl, happily looking at Xue Jing, pressed the button on the left.

The screen fluctuated, and this time it took less than two seconds for the numbers to settle.

[68].

Seeing this number, Zong Shichan fell silent.

"This fake, inferior piece of junk!" The little girl slammed the Proof of Love she was holding onto the ground, fuming.

"It's fake, it must be fake! How can master's favorability towards me be so low!"

Xue Jing stroked his chin: "That's quite a lot, isn't it? It's already beyond the friend line."

He was somewhat proud, "This shows the difficulty level of getting close to me... Truly, I am impervious to beauty."

"It's fake, all fake!" Zong Shichan was almost driven to tears by frustration.

Xue Jing drawled: "Then the more than a thousand favorability points you got for me must be fake too."

Zong Shichan was desperate: "...That's different, it's genuine!"

Xue Jing picked up the Proof of Love and patted the little girl's head, smiling:

"Alright, it's just a toy after all, it doesn't represent anything. Let's go practice martial arts."

"Let me introduce a new sparring partner to you, this is my Qi-powered clone."

...

That night, Xue Jing walked along the road, leisurely heading home.

He tossed around the Proof of Love he was holding, somewhat wary of its destructive power.

This thing, yielding a good result was fine, but revealing an unexpectedly bad one amounted to a direct hit to one's spirit, causing true harm.

Zong Shichan was in a state of breakdown all afternoon, crying while she practiced, with tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes, grief flowing like a river.

And that was just from the semi-belief in the uncertainty of the device's truth or falsehood, resulting in such huge devastation.

Although Xue Jing thought 68 was already quite high... The little girl thought otherwise.

Looking at her pitiful little face, Xue Jing could not bear it, and increased her favorability by two points, crossing into the 70s.

"This device still should be used carefully, otherwise even I could hardly escape the true damage of a direct hit to the spirit..."

"Indeed, there needs to be some distance and mystery between people, understanding everything would take away the room for fantasy..."

Thinking it through while on his way, Xue Jing first went to a supermarket, bought two large bags of groceries and daily necessities, and then entered his residential complex, heading toward the garden inside.

This was the path he took every day, the shortest route to his apartment.

The time was just past seven o'clock in the evening. Normally there would be some people around in the garden at this time, but for some reason, Xue Jing hadn't encountered anyone today.

He walked all the way to the center of the garden.

On the red-bricked ground, there were several benches, yet only one person was sitting on one of the benches.

It was a young man wearing a black jacket and jeans, with sunglasses on, dressed quite retro, as if he had stepped out of the 1990s.

The quiet of the early night at nineteen o'clock was a bit eerie.

Xue Jing squinted slightly and stopped in his tracks.

Under the dim light of a few street lamps, the man slowly lifted his head, looked at Xue Jing, and took off his sunglasses with one finger.

With a resolute and unemotional face, the man slowly spoke:

"Xue Jing..."

"Nice to meet you... You may or may not recognize me."

He slowly stood up, showing off his nearly 1.9 meters tall stature and muscles that stretched his clothes tightly.

"My name is Yan Xiangweng, the direct disciple of Jiao Hongyuan from Golden Wind Dojo."

"You and I have a grudge of killing my master and destroying my dojo, which cannot coexist under the same sky."

Xue Jing slightly tilted his head and asked, "So? "

Yan Xiangweng's body shook slightly, and streaks of golden Sword Qi ripped his upper clothes apart, revealing muscles that emitted a metallic sharpness and had an odd shape.

He slightly crouched, posing in the White Rainbow Sword stance of Golden Wind, and said to Xue Jing in a flat tone:

"Although I do not wish to bully the weak, today, you must die here to console the spirits of my fellow disciples and master from Golden Wind Dojo in heaven."

"Rest assured, afterward I will seek out everyone from Hidden Dragon Dojo one by one. You won't be alone on the road to the underworld..."

Xue Jing carried two large bags of groceries and sighed,

"You said you weren't around last night, and then today you suddenly show up talking about revenge? What, do you only pick on the weak and fear the strong?"

"Never mind, it doesn't matter. My house is just next door; I'll go drop these groceries off in the fridge."

He gestured towards the two bags he was carrying.

Yan Xiangweng shook his head, "No, you're trying to run away."

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing laughed.

He walked directly towards the direction of his apartment.

"I'm not asking for your opinion."

Seeing Xue Jing's unprotected posture as he headed towards his house, Yan Xiangweng frowned and muttered, "Seeking death."

He charged forward, slicing through the air, striking toward Xue Jing like a sharp sword.

The air split around him, like a tangible, transparent jelly cut by the blade.

'Is this all the most potential disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo can muster? Such a carefree attitude even in the face of a powerful foe?'

'Well, if he's courting death, it's his own fault.'

Yan Xiangweng thought to himself, swinging his arm, carrying visibly Golden Wind Sword Qi, chopping at Xue Jing's neck.

Just at that moment,

a pale golden, semi-transparent human shape suddenly appeared between him and Xue Jing, blocking the way.

"...what!?"

Yan Xiangweng's eyes widened slightly.

The pale golden figure bore almost an exact resemblance to Xue Jing, only expressionless.

It swung its right fist toward Yan Xiangweng's attacking arm.

"Bang!!"

A Thunder Flame Boiling Cauldron exploded, blasting waves of air everywhere.

Yan Xiangweng flew back at a speed far exceeding his attack, crashing through several streetlights with a crackling noise, and finally buried into the trunk of a large tree.

"This… what is this..."

He clutched his trembling right arm, his face full of disbelief.

Xue Jing himself, however, walked leisurely toward his home as if nothing had happened.

"Stop right there, don't walk away!"

Yan Xiangweng shouted angrily, stood up, and stomped the ground, shattering the bricks beneath his feet as he rushed at Xue Jing.

However, just like before, the Qi-powered avatar immediately blocked him, expressionless as it hammered him into the ground like nailing a spike.

"You must attack this taunting avatar first."

With his back to him, Xue Jing waved his hand and spoke without turning his head.

"I attack your mom!"

Yan Xiangweng yelled furious, pushing himself off the ground, but he was greeted again by the fists of the pale golden figure.

Realizing he wouldn't get close to Xue Jing without dealing with this entity, he roared and swung his hand at the Qi-powered avatar.

The man and the avatar began fighting across the park, unceasingly attacking and defending, each punch and kick capable of tearing the ground and chopping down massive trees.

Mid-fight, Yan Xiangweng sensed something amiss.

Why has this thing turned black?

The Qi-powered avatar, now clad in Shadowflame Wrap Armor, naturally didn't answer his confusion. It stretched out its right hand, grasping a black long knife, and swiftly slashed Yan Xiangweng twice, leaving two deep, bone-exposing wounds on his body.

"What the hell!?" He gasped in horror, hastily retreating.

But by then, it was too late.

Numerous Silver Cherry Blossom petals began to gently fall from the sky, and despite the weather obscuring the moon, a huge full moon appeared in the sky.

The Shadowflame Wrap Armor-clad, pitch-black Qi-powered avatar flashed behind Yan Xiangweng and slowly sheathed its knife.

The next moment, Yan Xiangweng's body burst open with countless deep, fine injuries, blood spurting from every wound.

"Cherry Full Moon——"

Yan Xiangweng read out the name of the ultimate skill in shock, word by word, then coughed up a mouthful of blood and slowly collapsed to the ground.

...