I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

"..." Meng Qingjiao heard this, nodded, and reached out to pat Xue Jing\'s head.

It was as if she were saying, "Don\'t worry, I\'m here."

The two of them left the Hidden Dragon Dojo and arrived under the office building.

Just as Xue Jing was about to hail a taxi, Meng Qingjiao took his hand and led him to the parking lot.

Soon, they arrived at a parking spot where a very beautiful deep red two-seater convertible sports car was parked.

"Hmm? Senior Sister, is this your car?"

Xue Jing asked.

Meng Qingjiao nodded, her eyes shining.

She took out the remote control key to unlock the car, then opened the driver\'s side door, got in, buckled up, and patted the passenger seat next to her, signaling Xue Jing to get in.

Xue Jing sat in the car and also buckled up, glancing at Meng Qingjiao.

Although it wasn\'t very obvious, and her expression didn\'t change much, he could feel that Senior Sister Meng seemed quite excited.

After a moment\'s thought, he asked, "Senior Sister, do you really like driving?"

"..." Meng Qingjiao nodded emphatically.

Then she glanced at Xue Jing, as if to ask, "Are you ready?"

Xue Jing felt it was a bit odd but still nodded his head.

Meng Qingjiao started the engine, and the deep red convertible immediately emitted a low rumble.

Sitting up straight, she turned the steering wheel sharply.

"Ssssssh—"

The tires screeched against the ground, and Xue Jing felt a sudden \'chest-pushing\' sensation, causing him to involuntarily lean forward.

The car swiftly reversed out of the spot, then Meng Qingjiao\'s hand professionally flicked the gear stick, she stepped on the gas, and the car shot out of the parking lot.

A strong thrust from behind pushed him, and as Xue Jing watched the scenery flying backward outside the window, he twitched the corner of his mouth:

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"Ssssssh—"

The car stopped abruptly at the traffic light, and Xue Jing felt that if it weren\'t for the seatbelt, he would have flown out of the front window.

He crossed his arms, not panicking, just with a strange look on his face.

...Senior Sister Meng, are you sure you\'re here to protect him?

...

"Ssssssh—"

The deep red convertible drifted precisely into a narrow parking space in the lot, spot on, leaving only a few overly conspicuous tire marks on the ground, nearly perfect.

The engine turned off, both car doors opened, and Xue Jing and Meng Qingjiao got out of the car.

Although it wasn\'t very obvious, Xue Jing inexplicably felt that Meng Qingjiao\'s usually cool and distant demeanor seemed even more radiant than usual.

He smiled helplessly and swallowed the warning that had reached his lips.

\'Forget it, she seems to really enjoy speeding... With such good skills and quick reflexes, plus a martial artist\'s instinct for danger, she probably won\'t have an accident.\'

"Let\'s go in, Senior Sister," he said with a smile.

"..." Meng Qingjiao nodded.

Then she hesitated, extended her hands, and hooked onto Xue Jing\'s right arm.

An astonishingly soft touch came, and without changing his expression, Xue Jing just cleared his throat:

"Let\'s go."

The two of them walked toward the entrance of the Tiger Soul Dojo.

At this moment, in the banquet hall of the Tiger Soul Dojo, at the centermost main table, a robust old man was seated.

He was dressed in a festive, dark-colored traditional Chinese jacket. Although his face was aged, his posture was upright, exuding a powerful demeanor as if he were a prime-aged tiger reigning over the forest.

"Hmm? Where\'s Chan\'er? Wasn\'t she just here?"

Zong Jinkui surveyed the surroundings with sharp eyes and asked with a frown.

"She probably went to the restroom. That girl seemed very nervous, kept drinking beverages," a direct disciple sitting beside him said with a laugh.

"Not just her, I\'d be nervous too meeting Xue Jing," another female disciple muttered.

"Damn it, that girl gets to be my husband\'s disciple, I\'m so envious!"

She gritted her teeth in jealousy.

Zong Jinkui gave her a fierce glare: "What do you mean \'your husband, her husband\'? Speak properly to your master!"

The female disciple explained: "Master, \'my husband\' is what we fans call him affectionately..."

Zong Jinkui waved his hand dismissively: "Stop talking nonsense. The matter isn\'t settled yet. Whether he can become Chan\'er\'s master or not will have to be judged by me first!"

At that moment, a dojo disciple came running up to Zong Jinkui and whispered: "Arena Master, Xue Jing and Meng Qingjiao from the Hidden Dragon Dojo have arrived."

Zong Jinkui lifted an eyebrow, "Bring them over."

"Yes," the disciple replied.

Soon, the disciple brought Xue Jing and Meng Qingjiao into the hall.

"Hmm? Is that?"

In the banquet hall, many people turned their curious gazes that way.

"I\'ve seen him on TV! It\'s Xue Jing!"

"The new direct disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo, right? Last I heard about him, he had killed some sort of monster. To think his fame has grown so much in such a short time."

"I\'ve watched the kid\'s match videos, he\'s definitely got something. Just mastering \'Ultimate Skills\' isn\'t something ordinary people can achieve, no wonder our dojo\'s disciples see him as an idol."

"Tsk, why does he look even better in person than in the videos? This is so infuriating!"

"That crippled fellow from Hidden Dragon Dojo really has dog\'s luck, was about to die and still managed to dig up such a golden boy..."

"Shush, keep it down..."

"Hiss!! That\'s Meng Qingjiao, right? It\'s my first time seeing her, and she\'s just as stunning as the rumors suggest..."

"If I could marry her, I wouldn\'t have to worry about having twenty kids..."

"Forget it, she\'s the daughter of \'Little Dragon King\' Meng Boshang. If you\'re not afraid of death, try getting close to her..."