I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

The burning colorful fireworks slowly dissipated.

Xue Jing clenched his fist and nodded.

Although it was the first time he had used this move in the real world, he felt the effect was quite good.

Flame Color Chain - Burning Wheel, this was one of the results he had achieved during his recent Consciousness Simulation.

The term 'Burning Wheel' was an ancient name for a whirlwind, used to refer to the Hidden Dragon School's deadly move 'Whirlwind Thunder'.

Fusing the Heavenly Sabre's technique Flame Color Chain with the Hidden Dragon School's Whirlwind Thunder... this method of combining moves from two different martial arts systems to create a new technique was practically an impossible feat.

Just think about it, even the five highly compatible deadly moves within the Hidden Dragon School itself are so difficult to combine, let alone moves from completely incompatible schools of thought.

But Heaven's Will Saber was an exception... because it belonged entirely to the spiritual level, unrelated to the physical body, relying solely on spiritual power.

It might not even be considered a school, merely an 'artistic conception'.

This gave Xue Jing room to exploit.

Intervening in personal reality with spiritual power, executing Flame Color Chain while the body also operated in sync, condensing Power and performing Whirlwind Thunder.

This was a very difficult task because controlling the body also required the control of the spirit and consciousness, especially when performing complex moves like deadly techniques, which required considerable focus.

This was not as simple as doing different things with each hand.

It was like doing mental arithmetic, using your mind to simultaneously solve two complex advanced mathematics problems.

Extremely difficult... but with the increasingly robust spiritual power from Visualization True, he had succeeded.

He was quite satisfied with the results too, possessing both the terrifying burst speed of Flame Color Chain and the powerful attack of Whirlwind Thunder.

There was even a subtle mutual enhancement, with both speed and power exceeding the original two deadly techniques.

The first time it was used in actual combat, it had achieved remarkable results, instantly defeating the four Direct Disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo.

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Xue Jing adjusted his slightly disheveled vest.

After all, it wasn't the most suitable clothing for intense activities; now two of the buttons at his collar had popped off, revealing a delicately shaped collarbone, creating a sense of disheveled elegance.

He stepped forward, leaping back to the rooftop where Meng Qingjiao and Zong Shichan were, and took out his phone from his pocket.

He opened the contacts, found Ning Yuantai, and pressed the call button with one hand while holding down Zong Shichan's head with the other as she lunged to hug him.

"Master!! I respect your boundless wisdom!"

Zong Shichan's delicate little face was flushed, and admiration almost seemed to spill out of her eyes.

Xue Jing, while holding her back, casually said, "I know, don't fuss."

The phone had barely started ringing, just a single tone, when it was immediately answered.

"Xue, are you looking for me?" Ning Yuantai's respectful voice came from the handset.

"Yuantai, I've caught the Skin-Peeler, come over," Xue Jing said.

"Ah?"

On the phone, Ning Yuantai was taken aback.

After a while, he hastily replied, "I'm on it, as expected of you! I'll be there shortly!"

Xue Jing hummed affirmatively and said, "I'm currently on... actually, I don't know where this is, just check my location. I'll wait for you on the rooftop of this building."

After a few more words, Xue Jing hung up the phone.

Then he handed the phone to Zong Shichan.

"Call your grandpa."

Zong Shichan's eyes lit up, she took Xue Jing's phone in her hand, pressing it against her cheek with an enraptured expression.

"A phone that Master has always carried with him..."

"Sniff sniff... so fragrant, it has Master's scent."

Xue Jing: "..."

He formed the gesture of flicking with his finger, giving the little girl a flick on her forehead.

Zong Shichan winced in pain, quickly rubbing her forehead, and tearfully looked at Xue Jing, "Master, why~"

Xue Jing pinched her soft cheek with two fingers, "You little pervert, are you into objectophilia or what?"

"Ouch ouch ouch ouch..." Zong Shichan yelled.

After Xue Jing let go, she touched her now swollen cheek, not pleased, "Please correct your statement immediately, I'm not a pervert or objectophilic. I just genuinely like Master!"

"If I could smell Master directly, I wouldn't need to smell Master's phone. It's a matter of principle!"

Xue Jing suddenly had a face of 'old man on the subway with a phone.jpg'.

He bounced the little girl's head like spinning a basketball and teased, "You little rascal, you're not old but you sure do talk a lot. You've been surfing the Internet quite a bit, huh?"

"Don't press the phone against your face, it might look clean, but it's never been washed or disinfected, it's filthy."

Zong Shichan giggled, looking to embrace him, "Then I'll just press it up against Master himself!"

Xue Jing pressed against her head, keeping her at bay, and said indifferently:

"Cut it out, hurry up and call your grandpa to let him know you're safe."

"Alright..." Zong Shichan pouted, took the phone, and opened the dial screen.

She was about to enter the number, but suddenly her hand froze.

She said awkwardly, "... I don't know my grandpa's phone number."

Xue Jing nodded, "I thought as much. You don't look very bright. It's normal for you not to remember the number."

Zong Shichan retorted, "That's not it. I just haven't memorized it. If it was Master's number, I'd definitely remember it!"

Xue Jing laughed, "Pretty sly for your age."

He took the phone back from the little girl, thought for a moment, and called Li Qi.

"Hello, Master..."

After connecting, Xue Jing briefly explained what had happened, asked Li Qi to inform the Tiger Soul Dojo so they wouldn't worry, and said they would bring Zong Shichan back soon before hanging up the phone.