I Will Eventually Become A God

Chapter 58: Poor in literature and rich in martial arts, a feast for the second generation

Rou Jin is also called Dark Jin.

It is an advanced use of force.

This effect can be achieved through subtle control of the force, concentrating it at one point, pouring it into the target's body and then exploding out.

Xue Jing punched with soft force, and all the force was exerted on the fist pad of the dynamometer without touching the dynamometer itself. Therefore, the machine itself did not react in any way, but the fist pad was torn into pieces by this soft force.

People who are good at using soft energy, such as Meng Qingjiao, can even move it freely, making no sound, but lifting it with ease. A light touch of the palm can make Xue Jing fly more than ten meters away without being hurt. He spent all his energy on 'thrust'.

Since Xue Jing's Yun Jin reached Level 6 the day before yesterday, she quickly learned how to use Rou Jin.

It's just that I'm not yet proficient at it, and a punch will make a muffled sound, so I can't achieve the state of being able to do it silently and effortlessly.

"Junior brother, please go to the warehouse to get a boxing pad and put it on the dynamometer."

Xue Jing reached out and patted an ordinary disciple on the shoulder, smiling.

He suddenly felt a little strange. He felt like a leader who caused trouble for others and asked others to help wipe their butts...

However, he had no intention of taking action in the first place, but the disciples invited him enthusiastically, so he couldn't help but show his hand. Even if the facts were not ignored, the destruction of the fist pads was definitely the cause of teasing the disciples.

Not knowing that the young senior brother in front of them was slandering them, the disciple nodded quickly and said respectfully: "Yes, young senior brother!"

On the contrary, he has established a prestige intentionally or unintentionally...

Xue Jing smiled and left the training hall without saying anything more.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw Chen Fuguang standing there. Xue Jing immediately asked:

"Senior Brother Chen, do you have something to do with me?"

Chen Fuguang put his arms around his shoulders and said with a smile: "The dojo just received a commission that is very suitable for you. Do you want to try it?"

Hearing this, Xue Jing showed a look of interest on her face.

"Senior brother, please tell me."

Since he started practicing Armor Shaking Kung Fu, he has become deeply aware of the meaning of the saying, "The poor in literature and the rich in martial arts".

For example, the various secret medicines he needs to consume every day for practice now add up to an average of nearly 10,000 summer coins per day.

This is just the cost price! Taking into account only the raw material fees and processing fees, it is equivalent to the Hidden Dragon Dojo suffering a loss to support him.

Many of the raw materials for these secret medicines need to be obtained from the border areas, and they have to be purchased from those border companies with huge appetites. Especially the materials related to the 'dragon species' are extremely expensive.

As cultivation progresses, more and more medicines will be needed, and they will become more and more expensive...

This is also the reason why the direct disciples are very busy, and the dragon often fails to see its end. They have to make money.

Xue Jing's current daily income is only a monthly salary of 200,000 yuan from the shelter company and a bonus subsidy after completing the shelter mission...the latter is still an unstable income.

If this continues, he will no longer be able to support his need to practice martial arts.

Therefore, he must also start to follow the example of other direct disciples and start accepting some ‘commissions’.

The Hidden Dragon Dojo has a prominent reputation. Many matters that need to be solved by warriors from all walks of life are entrusted here. The remuneration from these entrustments is an important source of income for the Hidden Dragon Dojo, which is even much more than the tuition fees paid by ordinary disciples.

As long as he completes the commission, Xue Jing can get a lot of commission from it, so he asked Chen Fuguang a few days ago. If there is a commission suitable for him, let him handle it.

Now finally there is news.

Chen Fuguang took out his mobile phone, operated it a few times, and handed it to Xue Jing.

Above is an address.

[No. 617 Jinhai Street, Dongcheng District, Ruizhu Hotel, Tel: XXXXXXX]

After Xue Jing memorized it, he handed the phone back to Chen Fuguang, who took it and said, "The client is Ruizhu Hotel. According to what they said there, one of their guests was mysteriously attacked last night."

"Mysterious attack?" Xue Jing looked confused.

Chen Fuguang nodded and said thoughtfully: "It was a young woman in her twenties who came to Clear City on a business trip from other places. She stayed in her room in the middle of the night yesterday and was suddenly killed. Her body was chewed up in a mess. I don’t know if it was a perverted murderer or something else.”

"Didn't the surveillance capture any clues?" Xue Jing asked.

"No, in the hours before and after her death, the surveillance in the hotel corridor did not capture anyone coming to this floor."

"Therefore, it is likely that the perpetrator entered the room from other places, such as a window or balcony."

Xue Jing nodded and said: "So, they suspect that the murderer may have practiced martial arts and used the method of climbing over eaves and walls to break into the house and kill people?"

Chen Fuguang hummed and said, "That's right... In fact, murders in hotels are not uncommon. Usually they are just reported to the police and handed over to the Public Security Bureau for investigation."

"It's just a coincidence that there will be a banquet at Ruizhu Hotel tomorrow... hosted by a group of second-generation people in Beicheng District. The parents of these people are either ruling councilors or company bosses. Nothing can happen to any of them. Ruizhu Hotel has no choice but to Entrust multiple dojos to strengthen on-site protection.”

Xue Jing complained: "People are dead, this group of people don't think it's unlucky, don't you know how to change the place?"

Chen Fuguang smiled helplessly and said: "Originally, the Ruizhu Hotel suggested that they change places or change dates, but when these second-generation people heard that someone had died, they all looked very excited and said it felt thrilling. We still have to have a banquet tomorrow."

Xue Jing raised her eyebrows when she heard this: "Xingkouba."

Once people have money and power, they will naturally lose many things, such as worries...

As the saying goes, the more something is lacking, the more likely it is to pursue it. He is not surprised that these second-generation people are looking for trouble. This is quite normal.

"The commission this time is to protect these second generations at the banquet. In addition to our Hidden Dragon Dojo, there will also be several disciples from other dojos."

Chen Fuguang patted Xue Jing's shoulder.

"I don't think the murderer will come looking for death. There is a high probability that he can complete the commission just by going through the motions. But you have to be careful. If you encounter any danger that you can't handle, don't hesitate to run away immediately. Safety is the most important thing. That group of two Let them die."

Xue Jing smiled and nodded.

"Tomorrow night, someone from the Ruizhu Hotel will drive over to pick you up. Junior brother, you can just follow him then."

"Okay, senior brother, I also have a commission to attend to, so I'll leave first. If you need anything, call me anytime."

After Chen Fuguang finished speaking and a few more instructions, he left the Hidden Dragon Dojo.

Xue Jing walked him to the door, then returned to the training hall and continued to record the students' quiz results.

Unlike before, this time, all the disciples conducted the test honestly and silently, and no one made fun of him again.

The sponge debris on the floor has long been swept away, and the newly replaced fist pads exude a unique smell of leather that has just left the factory.

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Asking for a monthly ticket...

Asking for a monthly ticket...

(End of chapter)