I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

Zhige Base.

The SUV slowly came to a stop in front of the villa where Xue Jing lived.

"You've been a big help all day today, Yuantai."

After getting out of the car, Xue Jing turned to Ning Yuantai with a smile.

"Look who's talking, I'm happy to help! So many people want to lend a hand but don't get the chance," Ning Yuantai waved off the compliment with a gleeful sense of self-satisfaction on his face.

Xue Jing patted his shoulder, "Don't say that. I've seen all that you've done for me these past few days. I consider you a friend, and just as you've helped me, I'll help you whenever you need it."

Deeply touched, Ning Yuantai almost burst into manly tears, "Bro Xue, with your words, my life is complete!"

Xue Jing: "..."

...

Ning Yuantai soon drove away, cheerfully bobbing his head to the music and even swaying from side to side as he drove, heading straight for the laboratory building to deliver the Snake People corpses entrusted to him by Xue Jing to the researchers for examination.

Back in the villa, Xue Jing grabbed a two-liter bottle of cola from the fridge, twisted off the cap, and chugged it down in one go without changing his expression, as casually as if he were drinking a glass of water.

"What a pity, no captives this time, couldn't get any news on Yun Qin," he said, tossing the empty bottle into the trash and sitting down on the couch.

Miao Miao jumped onto his lap and settled down, her fluffy tail swishing back and forth, occasionally brushing Xue Jing's chin, bringing a soft touch.

She was silent for a while before sighing:

"That child hasn't contacted me to this day. She's either imprisoned or... already dead."

"I've prepared myself for the worst-case scenario..."

Xue Jing stroked her head to comfort her:

"Don't worry, if she's alive, I will definitely save her, and if she's dead, then the entire Dragon Cult will pay with their lives for her."

A platinum radiance shimmered, and Miao Miao's weight in Xue Jing's arms increased as she transformed into her human form.

Ning Fengwan blinked her typically fierce and energetic narrow eyes, which now seemed somewhat tender, and sat in Xue Jing's lap, gently nestling her head into his chest.

"If Yun Qin is dead, then all I have left is you..."

Her voice sounded muffled and young due to her position.

Xue Jing chuckled and caressed her smooth and tender back, speaking gently:

"I won't die; you'll never be alone."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengwan buried her head deeper, showing a hint of displeasure as she said:

"Don't say things like you're jinxing yourself."

She wrapped her arms tightly around Xue Jing.

"And...

"Make sure to keep your promise."

Xue Jing thought for a moment and hesitantly played along with the joke, "Uh... is that my ninja way?"

Ning Fengwan's face remained expressionless, "Can you not kill the mood, seriously... anime really..."

...

Inside the Consciousness Simulation Space.

At the Super Arena's large platform, Xue Jing stood holding the Forgotten Greatsword opposite Zhou Yinglin.

With one hand, he lifted the giant sword horizontally as if it were a Nine Chi Great Spear. His gaze hardened, and at the same moment as Zhou Yinglin, they both charged toward each other.

"Whiz whiz whiz whiz——!!"

Amid the roaring sound of air currents, Xue Jing's form was cut into pieces by a flood of spear shadows.

Reconstituting his body, Xue Jing reappeared in the center of the arena, pondering:

"...This isn't working, I can't find that feeling from last night."

He had entered the Consciousness Space first thing in the morning, eager to delve further into the ideas about 'Combat Skills' he had the night before.

But no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't replicate the feeling from the previous night with the Forgotten Greatsword, unable to successfully perform 'Impeccable' or 'Cherry Full Moon' as he did then.

It seemed the achievements of the previous night were merely a moment of inspired overperformance.

"Forget it, if it can't be done, it must not be time yet."

Xue Jing shook his head, and with a thought, the giant sword disassembled into countless pixelated fragments, whirling and recombining into a metal Nine Chi Great Spear.

After a brief pause, Xue Jing stepped forward, right hand wielding the spear, and turned into a blur as he lunged at Zhou Yinglin.

"Whiz whiz whiz whiz——"

Channeling Energy in an immensely complicated pattern, Xue Jing instantly thrust a perfect six spears... but faltered on the seventh, getting stuck momentarily.

This split second of vulnerability was keenly captured by 'Zhou Yinglin', who immediately countered, submerging Xue Jing once again in the flood of spear shadows.

The intricacies of performing Impeccable were extremely complex and varied, requiring precise control over the body and a terrifying amount of calculations by the consciousness.

This was a pure challenge of difficulty with no shortcuts, only achievable through relentless practice, memorization, and engraving its infinite variations deep into both physical instinct and consciousness.

"Let's go again."

Xue Jing, reappearing in the arena, continued his approach toward Zhou Yinglin.

He spent the entire morning tirelessly practicing Impeccable.

When his spiritual power ran dry, he would rest, and once he recovered, he would continue.

With such an intense training regimen, his progress was inevitably remarkable. By noon, when he felt his spiritual power was utterly depleted and could no longer continue training, he had made substantial improvements.

The state of Impeccable, 'One Needle Ten Threads', is considered basic, capable of producing over ten variations with a single thrust, equivalent to the special moves of an ordinary martial arts sect.

This level isn't difficult, at least not for Xue Jing. He managed it on his first 'trial by combat' after being impaled to death by Zhou Yinglin.

By his estimation, even for a martial artist with average aptitude, mastering 'One Needle Ten Threads' would be accessible, likely taking only one to two months of dedicated practice.