I Will Eventually Grind My Way to Godhood

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The next morning, Xue Jing woke up, tidied himself up, and made breakfast for Kitty, who was still asleep, before immediately heading out. He took the bus to East District and entered the office building where the Hidden Dragon Dojo was located.

He took the elevator to the seventeenth floor, walked through the main door, and saw the Qipao Girl from yesterday sitting at the front desk.

Xue Jing walked up to the desk, tapped on it, and smiled.

"Good morning."

The Qipao Girl, who had been yawning and secretly playing on her phone, was startled. She looked up and, upon seeing Xue Jing, quickly put her phone away and stood up.

"G-Good morning, Young Master Xue."

Young Master?

This somewhat decadent title made Xue Jing feel a bit uncomfortable.

He waved his hand and sighed, modestly saying, "Don't call me Young Master. No need to be so formal. Just call me Sir Jing."

Qipao Girl: "..."

She felt this title was even more presumptuous than Young Master.

However, she immediately replied with a sweet smile, "Yes, Sir Jing~"

"Ah," Xue Jing responded, feeling much more at ease.

Yesterday, after defeating Bamboo Shan Ying, a Direct Disciple, Li Qi had announced on the spot that he would take Xue Jing as a disciple, adding another personal disciple to the Hidden Dragon Dojo.

From then on, he would be the youngest personal disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo, second only to Li Qi, the Dojo Master. Ordinary disciples would address him as Senior Brother, and non-disciple staff would call him Young Master.

'It feels like I suddenly jumped a social class...'

Xue Jing thought to himself as he left the front desk and walked into the dojo.

The Qipao Girl watched his back until he disappeared from view, then sat down with a sense of loss.

Xue Jing walked straight to the training hall.

It was still early, and only a few diligent ordinary disciples were in the training hall. When they saw him enter, they all greeted him respectfully, calling him Senior Brother.

This was one of the reasons Ning Fengwan had him enter the dojo through a challenge. After yesterday's display of his strength, no one would have any complaints about such a young and talented youth suddenly becoming a personal disciple.

"Little Junior Brother~ Over here, over here."

Hearing a shout, Xue Jing turned his head and saw the handsome young man, one of the Direct Disciples.

"...Senior Brother," Xue Jing nodded and smiled.

The young man smiled warmly. "My surname is Chen, and my name is Fuguang. Just call me Senior Brother Chen."

"Follow me, Little Junior Brother. I've been waiting for you for a while."

With that, he led the way out of the training hall.

Xue Jing got up and followed.

As they walked, Chen Fuguang said,

"You are a personal disciple, so you have your own Cultivation Room. I've already prepared it for you. From now on, you'll practice there. I'll show you the way."

Xue Jing nodded. "Thank you, Senior Brother."

"By the way, Senior Brother Chen, where are Master and the other Senior Brothers and Sisters?"

He asked curiously.

"Master has a doctor's appointment today. He has some old leg problems and goes for check-ups every now and then. He'll be back soon," Chen Fuguang explained with a smile.

"As for the other Senior Brothers and Sisters... Let me introduce them to you."

"There are currently four personal disciples staying at the dojo. Apart from me, who is the fifth, the one you fought yesterday is Bamboo Shan Ying, the sixth and youngest Direct Disciple. The other two you met yesterday are the eldest, Meng Boshang, and the fourth, Meng Qingjiao."

"Are they related?" Xue Jing recalled the similarities in their appearance and demeanor.

Chen Fuguang nodded with a smile. "They are father and daughter. The eldest Senior Brother joined the earliest, then he got married and had a daughter, Meng Qingjiao. Because of her talent, Master took her in as a disciple as well."

"We Direct Disciples usually have work to do. It was a coincidence that all four of us were here yesterday. The eldest Senior Brother and Meng Qingjiao are very capable, so they went out to work after you left yesterday and haven't returned yet. Bamboo Shan Ying is accompanying Master to the doctor..."

As they talked, they turned a corner and entered an elegantly decorated, ancient corridor. Xue Jing looked up and saw seven doors on both sides of the corridor, three on the left and four on the right. Each door had a sign with a Chinese numeral, from one to seven.

"Master's name is Li Qi. When he established the dojo over twenty years ago, he said he would take seven personal disciples. So, no matter how many times the dojo has moved, seven Cultivation Rooms are always prepared during renovations."

Chen Fuguang said with a hint of emotion.

"With your arrival, our Hidden Dragon Dojo is finally complete."

They walked to the door marked 'Seven,' and Chen Fuguang pushed it open.

It was a spacious room of about eighty square meters, with expensive burgundy hardwood floors. The room was almost bare, with nothing to obstruct the view.

"This Cultivation Room is yours from now on."

Chen Fuguang patted Xue Jing's shoulder and changed the tone.

"Well, I have some important matters to attend to. You can wander around the dojo for a bit. Master will be back soon."

Xue Jing nodded and smiled. "It seems Direct Disciples are really busy. Senior Brother Chen has to work early in the morning too."

Chen Fuguang waved his hand. "Not really. I met a wealthy woman at the bar last night, and we agreed to exchange martial arts insights today..."

Xue Jing: "..."

...

Chen Fuguang rushed off, and Xue Jing didn't wander around aimlessly. Instead, he stayed in the Cultivation Room, sitting quietly and practicing his breathing technique.

As his various physical skill levels increased and he gradually cultivated internal strength, his body's adaptability to the breathing technique had greatly improved.

Now, he could perform about twenty cycles of the Basic Breathing Technique before feeling exhausted.

[You practiced the breathing technique. Fitness experience +16]

[You practiced the breathing technique. Fitness experience +16]

After half an hour of practicing the breathing technique twice, a hoarse voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Your Basic Breathing Technique has traces of the Golden Wind Dojo's breathing technique. Where did you learn it?"

Xue Jing opened his eyes and saw Li Qi, sitting in a wheelchair, next to him. He must have arrived without Xue Jing noticing, like a ghost.

Xue Jing quickly stood up and bowed. "Master."

He paused. "A classmate at school was a disciple at the Golden Wind Dojo for a while. He taught me."

Li Qi nodded and smiled. "No need to be so formal. I was just asking casually. You are Little Ning's boyfriend, so we have another layer of connection besides being master and disciple."

Xue Jing was taken aback but didn't contradict the 'boyfriend' claim. Instead, he asked curiously, "Master, what is your relationship with her?"

Li Qi thought for a moment and reminisced, "I suppose it's... the relationship of someone who wanted to be her grandfather but ultimately didn't become one."

Xue Jing: "Ah?"

 

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Li Qi waved his hand. "These are all old stories. Back in the day, this old man and Little Ning's grandmother were deeply in love and almost got together, but unfortunately, her husband didn't agree…"

Xue Jing: ""

"Tell me more."

Xue Jing rarely felt the fire of gossip burning so intensely.

Li Qi rubbed his smooth, balding head and said humbly, "Well, there's not much to it. When I was young, I had a decent appearance, about on par with you, so there were more temptations around.

At that time, I was still young and full of vigor, and I liked fighting and killing. So, I managed to join the renowned Dragon Sect. Little Ning's grandfather hadn't become the Sect Leader yet, and I was like a brother to him, often visiting his home…"

Li Qi's eyes were filled with nostalgia.

"The first time I met his wife, her buttocks…"

Xue Jing sat down, listening intently, afraid to miss a single word.

But Li Qi just smacked his lips. "Sigh, there's nothing much to say, the past is best left behind."

Xue Jing was a bit anxious. "Master, please, tell me more."

Li Qi glanced at him. "Are you here to learn martial arts or listen to stories? Young people should not pry into the affairs of the older generation."

Xue Jing's mouth moved, but he barely managed to hold back his curse.

Damn cliffhanger!

"Alright, we'll talk about this later. Let's get to the main business." Li Qi said.

Xue Jing collected himself and nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Come here, let me feel your bones." Li Qi beckoned.

Xue Jing walked up to him.

"Extend your hand."

Xue Jing did as he was told.

Li Qi extended his somewhat withered hand, grabbed Xue Jing's wrist, and shook it like a noodle!

Xue Jing felt an overwhelming force surge through his body from his wrist.

His entire body felt like a small boat in a storm, involuntarily making various movements, and his bones crackled with a series of crisp sounds.

"Hmm… hmm?"

Li Qi, using the feedback from his force, explored Xue Jing's body, first with confusion, then with surprise.

"What kind of exercises do you usually do, boy?"

He asked, puzzled.

Xue Jing replied, "Just running and such, nothing else."

Li Qi muttered, "That's impossible, really?"

He looked up, his originally cloudy old eyes shining brightly. "Boy, do you know what condition your body is in?"

Xue Jing felt a bit uneasy under his gaze and asked, "What's wrong, Master? Is my body not good?"

"Not good?" Li Qi shook his head, almost laughing.

"Not bad, but too good, almost to the point of being impossible."

"Your body is like it was sculpted by a god with OCD. Every muscle, every bone, every organ… is perfectly balanced and in excellent condition."

Li Qi was amazed, feeling Xue Jing's muscles on his forearm as if caressing a rare treasure.

"If I weren't sure that I have nothing worth coveting, I would have thought you were a manufactured genius created by some big company using advanced technology."

"Who would have thought that such a perfect human body actually exists in this world…"

Xue Jing's eyes narrowed.

No doubt, this was due to the skill panel.

Ever since he activated the skill panel, especially the 'Martial Arts' skill, his body had transformed into this state.

In a certain sense, he was indeed the 'manufactured genius' Li Qi described.

"Little Jing."

Li Qi's gaze became much more enthusiastic.

"Without a doubt, you are the most suitable person in the world to practice the Hidden Dragon Style."

"With you, I believe you can achieve the most perfect Hidden Dragon Martial Body."

"Martial Body?" Xue Jing's eyes lit up.

He heard a new term.

Li Qi smiled and said, "A 'Martial Body' is the physical condition gradually cultivated through the practice of a complete martial arts style."

"Each martial arts style has different training methods and focuses, whether it's flexibility and speed or powerful strikes. Practicing different martial arts will eventually lead to a body adapted to that style."

"Just like how a sprinter's leg muscles are more developed, and the muscle structure of a martial artist is completely different from that of a basketball player. This kind of body, adapted for different purposes, is called a Martial Body."

"For example, the Golden Wind Dojo's style is called the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword. When their Martial Body is fully developed, their internal structure is completely different from ordinary people, capable of generating a sharp force like a blade. A punch feels like being cut by a knife, tearing off large chunks of flesh, and a palm strike can sever a head with ease."

Xue Jing's eyes sparkled. "What are the characteristics of the Hidden Dragon Style's Martial Body?"

Li Qi smiled. "The characteristics of the Hidden Dragon Style's Martial Body can be said to exist, or not."

Xue Jing: "Huh?"

Li Qi said with a hint of pride, "A hexagonal warrior, you know."

"The core philosophy of the Hidden Dragon Style is eight words—'Harboring the Dragon within the Body, Nurturing the Dragon within the Heart.'

"Once the Martial Body is fully developed, it's as if a real dragon is hiding within the body, capable of growing or shrinking, rising or hiding, being agile, fast, strong, defensive, and penetrating—covering everything, with no weaknesses."

He then sighed, "Of course, being good at everything often means being mediocre at everything. The Hidden Dragon Style has very high requirements for physical talent. Those with insufficient talent will only become mediocre practitioners of the Hidden Dragon Style."

"Even your senior disciples, not all of them have enough talent. While they also practice the Hidden Dragon Style, they each find ways to modify their training to develop a Martial Body with specific strengths."

Li Qi patted Xue Jing's shoulder. "Your physical talent is the best I've ever seen, perfectly balanced and most suitable for the 'hexagonal' concept of the Hidden Dragon Style."

Sounds amazing…

Xue Jing looked forward to it. "Please, Master, teach me."

Li Qi smiled. "Alright, let's not waste time. Today, I'll teach you the static stance of the Hidden Dragon Style—Hibernating Dragon Technique."

He grabbed Xue Jing's hand and shook it, the force extending into Xue Jing's body, controlling his movements.

Xue Jing's legs spread apart, his torso leaned to the left to the extreme, his hands clenched into fists and pulled to his ears, and his entire body made a series of bone-cracking sounds, assuming a posture like a dormant dragon.

"Remember this posture, and the corresponding breathing and the vibration of the force through the body's various nodes."

Li Qi instructed.

"The Hibernating Dragon Technique is about 'cultivating the dragon's aura.' It involves visualizing the dragon's posture and mimicking it to cultivate a powerful dragon aura."

"Once you become proficient in this stance, I'll teach you the dynamic stance—Shaking Armor Technique, to 'strengthen the dragon's power.'"

Xue Jing didn't speak, focusing entirely on memorizing all the changes inside and outside his body.