Stone Throwing Immortal, I, Dragon Sect Leader Ning Fengwan, Will Stand Up for You!

You experienced a battle. Fitness EXP +225

You experienced a battle. Aim EXP +267

You experienced a battle. Feeling utterly refreshed, Health Preservation EXP +69

You experienced a battle. Fighting EXP +128

You pushed the advantage of your leg strength to the limit in battle. Running EXP +336

Fitness increased to Lv. 3 (188/800)

Aim increased to Lv. 2 (169/500)

Health Preservation increased to Lv. 2 (38/500)

Running increased to Lv. 4 (38/1200)

Prompts kept popping up on the panel.

Xue Jing closed his eyes as numbness, itching, and pain spread through every part of his body.

He could feel his physical attributes skyrocketing—surging wildly, explosively!

The muscles beneath his skin writhed continuously like living things. His bones were growing harder than ever before. His abdomen, chest, shoulders, arms, thighs... every muscle swelled and enlarged, then slowly compressed, returning to their originally sleek, taut lines, as perfect as if sculpted by a god.

He had grown another two or three centimeters, reaching 1.86 meters. His build looked unchanged, but he had gained ten kilograms.

Xue Jing looked down at his clenched fists. His presence was stronger than it had ever been, overwhelmingly domineering and savage. With Xue Jing as he was now, what in this world could possibly stop him? Fuck, who in this world could possibly stop him!?

"Awesome!"

If he had tried to grind out the gains from this fight alone, it would have taken several days of hard work.

If he could get into fights like this morning, noon, and night every day, he would become Superman within a few months.

Xue Jing looked into the distance. Even in the pitch-black night, with only a trace of dim yellow lamplight, he could clearly see the tiny mottled scratches on an old wall dozens of meters away, as well as the little insects crawling over it.

Lv. 2 Aim had given his eyesight an even more absurd boost.

He picked up a small pebble and aimed at one of the insects on the distant wall.

Whoosh—smack!

After the crisp impact, a flattened insect pancake was left on the wall, along with yellow bug blood squeezed out by the blow and splattered across the surface.

Xue Jing muttered to himself, "I can call myself a 'Stone Throwing Immortal' now, right?"

Throwing stones to ask the way?

An immortal pointing the way!

By the time he got home, it was already nine thirty.

In the end, Xue Jing had not gone looking for trouble with Duan Kaiping, Brother Duan. There were two reasons.

First, he had no idea how strong Duan Kaiping was, but he was definitely no pushover. Going after him rashly would be risky.

Second, if he beat up Duan Kaiping, a core member of the Razor Gang, then the Razor Gang would definitely come after him. And whoever they sent would certainly be tougher than Duan Kaiping.

But as long as he did not go after Duan Kaiping, the matter would remain a conflict between him and Duan Kaiping—or even just Duan Kaiping's underlings—instead of escalating directly into a conflict with the Razor Gang.

That would give him more time to develop.

"Meow~"

Maomao glared at the late-returning boy with an unhappy expression.

Xue Jing smiled, gently picked her up, and stroked her cheek as he said, "Sorry, sorry. I came back late. You must be starving, huh?"

"Meow~" Maomao gave a soft cry.

I was worried about you, idiot.

Feeling the warm touch of the boy's hand brushing over her cheek, Maomao narrowed her eyes in enjoyment.

She lightly sniffed the reassuring scent on him, but then her brows furrowed and her pink nose twitched.

The smell of blood...?

"Hang on, I'll make you something to eat right away."

Xue Jing placed Maomao on the sofa and headed for the kitchen.

He had already eaten at Pei Youguang's place, having ordered takeout.

Maomao watched his back with concern.

Did he get into a fight? Or did something else happen?

That's it. He wants to learn martial arts so badly... could it be that he was bullied outside?

The thought made Maomao unable to sit still.

This kind-hearted boy had taken her in even after learning she was a talking "demon cat." He made delicious meals for her, his petting skills were so good, and he was so handsome...

How could he be bullied? Fuck, who could bully him? Who dared to bully him!? Maomao's imagination sent her rage boiling over.

Her feline face shifted in a very human-like display of dark emotions. The claws beneath her white-gloved paws extended, retracted, extended, retracted...

"Ahahaha, chicken soup's here."

Xue Jing emerged from the kitchen carrying a pot of chicken soup.

In high spirits over the gains from the Skill Panel, he could not help making a meme reference.

But Maomao, who had already imagined all sorts of things, thought his smile looked more and more like he was forcing it.

"Hm? What's wrong? You don't like chicken soup?"

Xue Jing looked curiously at Maomao's human-like gloomy expression.

That would be a shame... He was too full from eating at Pei Youguang's place. If Maomao did not eat it, wouldn't this chicken soup go to waste? A trace of "sorrow" appeared on his face.

Maomao finally could not hold it in any longer.

"Young man, tell me what happened."

A sweet, childish girl's voice came from Maomao's mouth.

Xue Jing froze.

"Don't worry. Just tell me. No matter what happened, I, Dragon Sect Leader Ning Fengwan, will stand up for you!"

Maomao sat crouched on the dining table, her ring-bound tail swaying softly behind her. Her feline face, framed by long and alluring eyeliner, was filled with authority.

At the same time, inside a warehouse on a street in the South District.

"So that kid wiped you all out just like that?"

Duan Kaiping sat on a concrete pipe, looking at the dozen or so battered underlings before him with a sense of absurdity.

"One underage student threw a few rocks and bottles, and that was enough to take you all out?"

"And you call yourselves gangsters? Huh?"

One underling could not help saying, "Brother Duan, that kid can really run! We couldn't catch him when we chased him, and we couldn't shake him when he chased us. He throws things with insane accuracy and force too. There was nothing we could do!"

"Yeah, Brother Duan. We're really not exaggerating. That kid's weird. He's not some ordinary student!"

"We really can't handle him, Brother Duan. You need to make a move yourself..."

Duan Kaiping waved a hand impatiently. "Shut up, all of you. Aren't you embarrassed enough already?"

"We'll deal with that kid later. I don't have time for this right now. Get out."

The underlings looked at one another, but could only agree. Supporting each other, they limped out of the warehouse.

As soon as they left, a figure emerged from the shadows behind several crates in the corner of the warehouse.

Duan Kaiping gave a bitter smile. "My apologies for the spectacle, Mr. Yun Ye."

The young man named Yun Ye wore a black trench coat. His left hand was covered by a black gauntlet-like glove that revealed no skin at all. Unshaven and dark-skinned, his face was weathered by hardship. A faint green glow flickered in the pupil of his right eye, which appeared to be a Bionic Eye.

"Cut the crap. Where's Jiao Hongyuan? Get him here now. Hand over the goods, and our commission from Kangde Company will be complete."

His voice was hoarse and rough, as though he had not spoken in a very long time.

Hearing that, Duan Kaiping cautiously said, "The boss accompanied Junior Brother to Maple City a few days ago for the U19 selection tournament. He's already on his way back now. Could you wait a little longer...?"

He had no choice but to be careful. The man before him was a ruthless figure who could enter the Intersection Zone and come back alive. He was not someone Duan Kaiping could afford to offend.

Yun Ye snorted. "Wait longer? The Sixth Agency is already watching us. 'White Crow' may have already entered this city. If we get caught, Kangde won't be able to stay out of it either."

"Don't think I don't know what Kangde wants this 'Celestial Host Worm Mother' for. If this gets exposed, those few living in the Azure Court will be furious. Think carefully about it yourselves."

Duan Kaiping did not understand more than half of what Yun Ye had said, nor did he dare to understand. He merely forced out a flattering smile and apologized.

"Three days. If no one comes to collect it by then, I'll hand it over to the state. Maybe I'll even mention a few things while I'm at it."

After saying that, Yun Ye gave a sinister chuckle, walked out of the warehouse, and then suddenly vanished.

Duan Kaiping broke out in a cold sweat. He felt as though he had heard far too much that he was not meant to hear, but he had no choice. Trembling, he took out his phone and dialed the boss, Jiao Hongyuan.

The worldbuilding is about to officially unfold. Xue Jing is about to take off—please keep reading.