Chapter 22: Stone Throwing Immortal

Full Title: Stone Throwing Immortal, I, the leader of the Dragon Cult, Ning Fengwan, will make the decision for you!

[You have experienced a battle, fitness experience +225]

[You have experienced a battle, aiming experience +267]

[You have experienced a battle and feel very comfortable, health experience +69]

[You have experienced a battle, fighting experience +128]

[You have made full use of the advantage of your leg strength in the battle, running experience +336]

[Fitness has increased to Lv3 (188/800)]

[Aiming has increased to Lv2 (169/500)]

[Health has increased to Lv2 (38/500)]

[Running has increased to Lv4 (38/1200)]

Prompts flashed across the panel one after another.

Xue Jing closed his eyes and felt a tingling sensation all over his body.

His physical fitness was improving rapidly and intensely!

His muscles were shifting beneath his skin, and his bones were becoming denser. His abdominal, chest, shoulder, arm, and thigh muscles were expanding and then compressing, returning to a sculpted, tight appearance.

His height increased by two or three centimeters, reaching 1.86 meters (186cm). Although his figure remained the same, he gained ten kilograms (22 pounds).

Looking at his clenched fists, Xue Jing felt stronger and more dominant than ever. He wondered who could withstand this new version of himself.

"Great!"

If he had to train alone, it would have taken him several days to achieve the same results as from this battle.

If he could repeat this several times a day—morning, noon, and evening—he'd become incredibly powerful in just a few months.

Xue Jing looked into the distance. Even in the dark, with minimal light, he could see the tiny scratches on an old wall dozens of meters away and the small insects crawling on it.

With his Level 2 aiming skill, his vision was enhanced.

He picked up a small stone and aimed it at the insects on the distant wall.

Whoosh—pop!

A crisp sound followed, and the wall showed flattened insect remains and splattered insect blood.

Xue Jing mused, "Can I call myself a 'stone-throwing immortal' now?"

Throwing stones for guidance?

The immortal points the way!

...

When he got home, it was already 9:30 PM.

Xue Jing decided not to bother Duan Kaiping for two reasons.

First, he was unsure of Duan Kaiping's martial arts level, but it was likely high. It would be risky to approach him without preparation.

Second, if he fought Duan Kaiping, a core member of the Razor Gang, the gang would retaliate with an even stronger force. By not confronting Duan Kaiping, he kept the conflict limited and avoided escalating it to a larger confrontation with the Razor Gang.

This way, he could take more time to prepare and develop.

"Meow~" Maomao stared at him disapprovingly.

Xue Jing smiled, picked up the cat, and gently stroked its cheek. "Sorry, I'm late. Are you hungry?"

"Meow~" The cat mewed softly.

The cat appreciated the boy's warm touch but noticed a strange scent.

'Is that blood?'

"Wait here, I'll make something for you right away."

Xue Jing set the cat down on the sofa and headed to the kitchen. He had already eaten at Pei Youguang's house and had ordered takeout.

Maomao watched Xue Jing's back with concern.

'Did something happen? Did he get into a fight?'

The cat thought about how Xue Jing wanted to learn martial arts so much. Could it be that he was bullied? This thought made Maomao anxious.

Xue Jing was kind enough to pick up the talking "demon cat" and cook delicious meals for it. He was good at petting cats and was good-looking...

How could anyone bully him? Who would dare?

The cat was so angry that its imagination ran wild. Its face showed a human-like expression of anger, and its white claws kept extending and retracting.

"Ahahaha, chicken soup is here."

Xue Jing came out of the kitchen with a pot of chicken soup.

Due to the skill gains, he was in a very good mood and decided to joke around.

But Maomao, who had been imagining all sorts of problems, thought Xue Jing's smile looked forced.

"Huh? What's wrong? Don't you like chicken soup?"

Xue Jing noticed the cat's gloomy expression and looked puzzled.

Wouldn't it be a shame if Maomao didn't eat the soup? He had already had a big meal at Pei Youguang's house. He frowned slightly, pretending to be "sad."

Unable to hold back any longer, Maomao spoke up.

"Young man, tell me what happened." A pleasant, tender girl's voice came from Maomao.

Xue Jing was stunned.

"Don't worry, just tell me. No matter what it is, I, Ning Fengwan, leader of the Dragon Cult, will make things right for you!"

Maomao sat on the dining table, its tail with a ring swaying gently. Its face, adorned with narrow eyeliner, looked full of authority.

...

Meanwhile, in a warehouse on a street in Nancheng District.

"So, you were all beat up by that kid?"

Duan Kaiping sat on a cement pipe, looking at his injured subordinates with disbelief.

"He's just a kid, he threw a few stones and bottles, and you all got beaten?"

"How are you still gang members?"

One of the younger brothers spoke up, "Brother Duan, that kid is too fast. We couldn't catch up, and he threw things with pinpoint accuracy, it was like he couldn't miss. There was nothing we could do!"

"Yes, Brother Duan, we're not exaggerating. He's not just any ordinary student; he's really strange!"

"We really can't handle him. You have to deal with him yourself..."

Duan Kaiping waved his hand impatiently, "Shut up. Isn't your situation embarrassing enough?"

"Let's put that kid aside for now. I don't have time for this. All of you, get out."

The younger brothers exchanged glances and left the warehouse, helping each other as they went.

As they left, a figure emerged from the shadows of some boxes.

Duan Kaiping greeted him with a bitter smile, "Excuse me, Mr. Yunye."

The man named Yunye wore a black windbreaker and a glove covering his left arm, with a weathered face and a green-tinted prosthetic eye.

"Stop with the small talk. Where is Jiao Hongyuan? Get him here so I can hand over the goods. We need to complete the commission for Kant Company."

His voice was rough, as though he hadn't spoken much recently.

Duan Kaiping spoke cautiously, "The boss went to Fengcheng with his junior for the U19 selection competition a few days ago. He's on his way back now. Can you wait a bit longer?"

Duan Kaiping knew he had to be careful. Yunye was a tough individual who had survived dangerous situations before. He couldn't afford to offend him.

Yunye snorted, "Wait? The Sixth Agency is already interested in us. The 'White Crow' might have entered the city. If we get caught, Kant will suffer too."

"Don't think I don't know what Kant wants the 'Tianxu Insect Mother' for. If this thing gets out, it will anger those living in Cang Ting. Think about that."

Duan Kaiping didn't fully understand what Yunye meant but was too scared to ask. He simply smiled and apologized.

"In the next three days, if you don't come to get it, I will hand it over to the authorities, and hey, maybe I'll whisper something in their ears" 

After Yunye finished speaking, he chuckled twice, walked out of the warehouse door, and then suddenly disappeared.

Duan Kaiping was covered in cold sweat. He felt he had heard too many things he shouldn't have, but there was no way around it. He could only tremble as he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of his boss, Jiao Hongyuan.

...

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