War God of Ten-Mile Slope

"Deep, deep beneath the sea, there stood a magnificent castle where six mermaid princesses lived."

Sitting cross-legged beneath the oil lamp, Gao Jing opened the Andersen's Fairy Tales in his hands and continued reading. "They were all very beautiful, especially the youngest princess. She had long golden hair and was prettier than all her sisters."

Gao Jing read very slowly, because he needed to translate the fairy tale into Great Wilderness Script.

And explain it as well.

Otherwise, Shan Guo'er would not understand.

The little Giant girl was lying beside him, her two legs kicked up behind her, both hands propping up her chin against the tabletop.

Listening with rapt attention.

To this little girl of the Mountain Tribe, the story Gao Jing told was simply too magical.

It was as though it had opened the gates to a dreamlike world for her.

Immersed in the story, she completely ignored the rumbling thunder and the sound of wind and rain outside.

No longer frightened, no longer afraid.

She rejoiced at the joy of the characters in the story and grieved at their sorrow.

Only when drowsiness crept over her and she could no longer hold up her heavy eyelids and head did she collapse onto the table and fall fast asleep.

In truth, the little girl had been sleepy for a long time already.

She slept soundly.

"The mermaid princess spoke to herself on the deck. Prince! Farewell..."

Seeing Shan Guo'er asleep, Gao Jing unconsciously lowered his voice.

Then he closed the unfinished fairy tale book.

Looking at the little girl before him, he could not help reaching out to stroke her hair.

There was a trace of pity in the gesture.

Shan Guo'er's hair was always a mess.

She slept with her cheek pressed to one side, bubbles puffing from her nose again.

Gao Jing drew back his hand, his heart incomparably peaceful.

Though Shan Guo'er was the king of the children in the village and nobody dared provoke her—

Everyone liked her.

Her background was actually very pitiful.

Shan Yan was not Shan Guo'er's biological grandfather. Her parents had been killed by Demon Beasts during the tribe's migration.

Only then had the old Wizard taken the little girl in and cared for her.

But Shan Yan was too old.

This gave Gao Jing a feeling of shared misery with the little girl, and sometimes he could sense her loneliness.

Ever since his grandfather passed away, Gao Jing had no true relatives left.

The door that represented familial love had long since been locked shut.

Yet now, that door to his heart had been pushed open without him realizing it, and in walked a...

Giant.

The little girl was a Giant too.

Gao Jing thought that if he had children in the future, he hoped for a daughter.

One who could be like Shan Guo'er.

Lively and kind, adorable and sensible!

With that thought, he leaned back against the bird's nest and closed his eyes to sleep.

The oil lamp beside him still burned, silently casting its orange-yellow glow over the two of them.

Their overlapping shadows fell upon the wall.

Over the following period, Gao Jing threw himself wholeheartedly into cultivating the Great Wilderness Battle Record.

Every day, he rose early and ran with Shan Guo'er to the Great Falls, only returning at sunset.

Gao Jing named that place "Ten-Mile Slope."

He wanted to become the War God of Ten-Mile Slope. He would never leave until he attained fruition!

For that, Gao Jing desperately squeezed every ounce of potential from himself, never stopping until he was completely exhausted.

His madness was enough to frighten even himself!

Such diligence and effort also sent Gao Jing's cultivation progress soaring by leaps and bounds.

Eagle Spread, Bear Slap, Tiger Pounce, Elephant Stomp, Wolf Run, Leopard Burst, Snake Coil, Python Bind, Lion's Roar...

He mastered one battle form after another.

Gao Jing's body changed along with them.

He did not grow any taller, but he gained quite a bit of weight.

Yet the increase was completely invisible in his physique. He had not become swollen or bulky; the lines of his body were hard and smooth, lean in clothes and toned without them.

Only when Gao Jing deliberately exerted force would the muscles in the relevant area suddenly bulge.

Unleashing terrifying strength!

Now, he could easily lift objects weighing several hundred kilograms, leap three or four meters straight up, and jump seven or eight meters forward!

Leaving world records far behind in the dust.

He could also climb sheer mountain walls as though walking on level ground, and emerge unharmed from jumps more than ten meters high.

If the snake blood had allowed Gao Jing to complete a transformation of life, then the Great Wilderness Battle Record had undoubtedly helped him become something superhuman.

And the Great Wilderness Battle Record was far more than just a method of strengthening the body.

In fact, it also contained combat techniques accumulated and refined by the Great Wilderness Humans over tens of thousands of years!

It made Gao Jing feel that the fighting tricks he had mastered before were as childish as kindergarteners duking it out.

The current Gao Jing could take on ten of his former self!

This kind of explosive progress—or evolution—that he could feel every day utterly captivated Gao Jing.

He could not stop!

Until one morning, just as Gao Jing was about to leave the wooden hut.

The old Wizard appeared and kept him behind.

"Gao Jing."

The old Wizard asked with concern, "Have you run into some problem?"

Gao Jing was instantly stunned.

He shook his head. "No."

The old Wizard smiled faintly, his wise eyes seeming able to see through everything. "Then why are you pushing yourself so hard?"

Gao Jing was stumped.

It was not that he could not answer the question. He could say that he wanted to grow stronger, wanted to become a Totem Warrior or even a Wizard.

But why was he pushing himself so desperately?

Gao Jing knew it was because fear lived in his heart.

Whether in the Great World or the Main World, he was simply too weak.

There was no need to mention the Great World. Even though his strength had improved greatly, Shan Guo'er could still stomp him to death with one foot.

The Main World was certainly much safer.

But it had troubles too.

For example, Gao Jing had been possessed by ghosts and spirits that day when he uploaded a video of the Great World to Bilibili. Although that had opened the path for Copper Anchor's upgrade and brought him unimaginable rewards—

It had also buried a landmine for himself.

Though this was an age of information explosion, with all kinds of bizarre, strange, and mysterious videos online as numerous as the hairs on an ox, and nobody would pay attention once the video's popularity faded—

What if it drew the attention, or even investigation, of someone with ulterior motives? That would not be a pleasant matter.

The possibility was admittedly extremely low, but that did not mean it was impossible.

Most importantly, Gao Jing would later do business in Purple Sandalwood, amassing wealth to "recharge" Copper Anchor with Faith Power.

How could he ensure that his business would not draw the covetous eyes of powerful people?

One had to know that Gao Jing had neither power nor influence in the Main World.

Even if he put on the disguise of a Hong Kong Island company, it could not be used as a bulletproof vest.

He had heard more than one tale of poor men suddenly becoming rich and meeting calamity!

The only solution Gao Jing could think of...

Was to grow stronger.

Within arm's reach, one man could stand against a nation. As long as he became truly powerful, he would naturally fear no demons, monsters, ghosts, or goblins!

At the very least, he could roam freely between heaven and earth.

This was also the fundamental reason why Gao Jing had rather maxed out his Jiebei limit than sell his stockpile of Purple Sandalwood.

He needed to have a trump card of his own.

This time, when he entered the Great World again, Gao Jing's foremost goal was to obtain power.

Transcendent power!

But the time required to go from an ordinary warrior to a Totem Warrior, then to a Totem Wizard, was far too long.

Gao Jing could not spend ten or even several decades of his life here first.

That was why he worked so desperately hard.

In response to the old Wizard's question, Gao Jing could only answer, "I want to become a Totem Warrior as soon as possible!"

That was, of course, the truth.

The old Wizard fell silent for a moment, then said, "You are already very fast. I have never seen anyone break through Body Tempering and step into the Bone-Tempering Stage in less than a month!"

Gao Jing was utterly dumbfounded. "Huh?"

He could scarcely believe his ears—he had already entered Bone Tempering?

Hadn't it been said that it took two or three years to complete the process of tempering the flesh?

"My eyes would not be mistaken."

The old Wizard smiled. "You are indeed in the Bone-Tempering Stage now."

Gao Jing was speechless.

That was far too fast. It felt like there had been no breakthrough at all!

"What a pity you are an Ancient Remnant Race."

The old Wizard said regretfully, "If you were one of us Great Wilderness Humans, then with your talent, your future would be boundless."

He truly felt it was a pity for Gao Jing.

After all, the Great Wilderness Battle Record was a combat art cultivated by Great Wilderness Humans. The fact that Gao Jing, as one of the "Abyssal Folk," could grasp its essence so quickly made the height of his talent obvious.

Yet no matter how powerful an Ancient Remnant Race was, compared with Great Wilderness Giants, they were all trash!

The old Wizard did not know how delighted Gao Jing was at that moment.

Gao Jing had never thought of becoming king and overlord in the Great World. As long as he had the ability to protect himself in his own world, that would be enough.

He had thought it would take a very, very long time.

Instead, he received an enormous surprise.

So it turned out this guy really was a genius!!

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