I Will Grind My Way To Godhood

Xue Jing was astounded.

Using imagination to simulate real combat in his mind, and actually getting recognition from the skill interface to gain experience!

This was simply unbelievable... Could it be that one could truly become invincible by staying inside, closing off for ten years?

“No, that's not right... Although you can farm experience with this method, it’s not that simple.”

Xue Jing took a closer look at the gains on his skill panel.

First of all, the experience gained was rather minimal... The intense battle he engaged in within his consciousness, if it had happened in reality, would have netted him at least one to two thousand experience points, whereas the simulated combat only granted a bit over a hundred.

Furthermore, skills like 【Fitness】, which are directly tied to physical attributes, cannot be improved solely through imagination.

“And lastly, the exhaustion is too great…”

Xue Jing shook his head, his brain still faint and worn-out.

Thirty minutes of simulated combat had left his spirit feeling parched, with no clear sign of when he would recover.

“However, despite the many limitations, it’s still a decent way to farm experience…” Xue Jing thought to himself.

“Moreover, the experience farming itself is merely a side effect... The most important benefit of simulated combat is the nearly infinite real combat experience it provides me…”

“And the ability to conduct various experiments on my body worry-free... Once my energy returns, I’ll see how much I can further compress the energy of Whirlwind Thunder.”

Xue Jing closed his eyes and rested on the sofa for quite a while until his mind cleared and the dizziness subsided.

He gently picked up the sleeping cat, placing her on the sofa.

Afterward, he went out, first stopping by a furniture store to order a mattress, and then shopping for a variety of groceries at the supermarket.

Once he was back, he started cooking.

Having promised the cat a good meal, Xue Jing spent over an hour preparing a large spread of dishes, earning over two hundred culinary experience points, which upgraded his Cooking skill to Lv6.

“Time to eat, Teacher Wan,” Xue Jing said after washing his hands, come to the sofa, and tapped the cat’s head.

The cat slowly opened her eyes, her emerald slit pupils still somewhat hazy.

She yawned, revealing a pair of sharp little canine teeth, licked her paws, and washed her face with them.

Standing up, she stretched in an extravagant way, her tail lifted high, before shifting into a cat-eared girl form, donning just the shirt and shorts laid on the sofa.

Only a shirt and shorts.

Xue Jing glanced at Ning Fengwan’s crookedly worn shirt, certain contours noticeable under the fabric, but he was accustomed to it, and simply patted the girl on the head with a gentle smile, “Go wash your hands, it’s time to eat.”

Ning Fengwan, just woken up and still a bit groggy, yawned, showing her sharp little tiger fangs, wrapped her arms around Xue Jing’s waist, and leaned against him, looking like she might doze off again.

“You smell nice, Ah Jing…” the girl murmured absentmindedly, her nose twitching as she took in the scent from Xue Jing.

Xue Jing twitched his mouth, pinched her cheek with one hand, and gently pushed her away, “Alright, hurry up and eat.”

…

After dinner, Ning Fengwan lay on the sofa, lightly rubbing her slightly protruding round belly, her pretty face still savoring the taste.

"Did you put something in the food? Why is it so delicious?"

She looked towards Xue Jing, who was wiping the dining table, and asked somewhat begrudgingly.

"The ingredients and utensils are exactly the same, so why does your cooking taste so much better than mine?"

Xue Jing replied casually, "I guess it's the difference in talent."

Ning Fengwan felt a vein popping on her forehead, "Even if it's true, that's an infuriating thing to say..."

Xue Jing chuckled, finished cleaning up, and said, "Alright, I've got some things to take care of outside. Stay home and don't wander off."

Ning Fengwan turned over, remained silent, and her black cat tail swayed gently.

Xue Jing went to his room, grabbed [Whirlwind Lightning Pole], picked up his Futu knife, and headed out. He hailed a taxi on the street and made his way to Zhushan Ying's family estate.

Upon arrival at the estate, he first checked at the main building and found that Senior Sister Zhu was still not at home.

It seemed the security at her home was incredibly tight.

Unconcerned, Xue Jing went to the stables, led Wind Eater out, and rode to the meadow behind the north district hill.

Once at the location, as usual, he let Wind Eater roam freely while he went to the lakeside where he normally trained. He took out his phone to send a message to Void Blade, indicating he wanted to return [Whirlwind Lightning Pole].

He received a swift reply: Void Blade asked him to wait there, promising to arrive shortly.

"Hopefully, the authorities won't hold me accountable..."

Xue Jing tossed the still yellow-tinged bamboo segment in his hand and shook his head.

He walked to the lakeside, sat down, and gazed at the shimmering lake surface, taking a deep breath of fresh air as he assessed his current state.

"My mental state has recovered quite a bit. It's worth another attempt."

Xue Jing closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and engaged his imagination.

In the realm of consciousness, countless pixelated cubes appeared from nowhere, swirling to construct a scene.

Grass, trees, benches, streetlamps...

This was the small garden near his residential area.

Then Xue Jing, amidst the gathering pixels, also emerged in the garden.

He clenched his fists, verifying the accuracy of his body data, then focused his mind.

Off in the distance on the grass, a figure about two meters tall, with an incredibly robust frame, slowly materialized.

Dressed in a black workout suit, he rolled the sleeves up to his wrists, exposing muscles as firm as steel.

His face was refined, exuding an aura of profound steadiness and stability.

It was none other than his senior brother—Meng Boxiang.

Among everyone Xue Jing had encountered in reality, Meng Boxiang was the most powerful being, without exception.

"Though I don't know the full extent of Senior Brother's strength, having witnessed his moves up close, I can approximate it."

Xue Jing nodded, observing the unmoving, formidable figure before him.

Even though this representation of his senior brother was slightly 'inaccurate' due to insufficient data, it fairly reconstructed his power from the day he faced Jiao Hongyuan.

"Next, it's my turn."

Xue Jing exhaled softly and walked up to the 'Senior Brother', preparing himself for what was to come.

His gaze sharpened, and with a surge of energy, the sound of a dragon's roar resonated from within him.

Spiral grooves emerged, extending and crawling along his arm.

“Body, let me see your limits,” he murmured.

With a focused mind, the power of duality—double force and double defense—activated.

The grooves enveloped his fists and chest, and the compressed spiral strength reached the limits Xue Jing could withstand without harming himself.

Yet, he did not stop; he continued to compress further.

The spiral grooves, slowly yet determinedly, expanded from his chest upwards to his clavicles and neck, and downwards, covering his ribs and waist.

Xue Jing's entire body began to tremble, producing creaking sounds under the immense pressure, the dragon's roar now tinged with a hint of mournful wailing.

Capillaries burst, turning his skin purple-black beneath the membrane, muscles tearing and straining, even his bones cried out under the tight spiral grip of his muscles.

When the grooves climbed up his face, wrapping over his jaw, Xue Jing experienced a surge of excruciating pain shooting through his brain.

This was his body warning him—it could endure no more.

Further compression threatened to snap like an over-tightened string, making him explode with force like a bomb.

“Cyclone of Thunder: Spiral!”

Xue Jing hurled a punch at his Senior Brother, who stood ready in a defensive stance.

The punch was like a bolt of lightning from clear skies, its thunderous crash seeming to shake the very ground, violent gusts of air erupting from his fist.

The spiral storm made their clothes flap wildly, their hair trailing backwards.

The trail of the punch left behind a visible spiral of white air, and as Xue Jing's skin split open under pressure, thick blood turned into a mist, spraying meters away.

Blood seeped from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth as internal injuries from compressed organs led to hemorrhaging.

Finally, the punch connected with his Senior Brother's crossed arms over his chest.

“Bang!!”

Countless rings of airwaves burst out from their contact point, flattening grass and swaying distant camphor trees, the turf beneath them uplifted, scattering all around.

His Senior Brother flew backwards at an alarming speed, his feet carving two furrows, nearly ten centimeters deep, into the grass, unable to stop himself from sliding backward over ten meters.

The place where Xue Jing's punch met his arm emitted smoke that cleared to reveal an overlapping, dense imprint like dragon scales—strikingly undamaged, almost unscathed.

“Deflected it with just localized bronze scales… no wonder he's the Senior Brother.”

Xue Jing dropped to one knee, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the other on his knee as he coughed up large amounts of sweet-smelling blood.

Painfully, he assessed his condition.

“My body is shredded and broken… without timely treatment, I might die within hours.”

Xue Jing's mind stirred, and countless pixel-like fragments materialized, filling and repairing the injuries on his body.

In less than a second, he was restored to his peak, unscathed state.

"This conscious simulation is quite convenient... It's astonishing how effortlessly one can conduct cost-free tests. It's beyond just thrilling."

"However, it's a bit discouraging that even the ultimate strike relying merely on physical prowess couldn't penetrate my Senior Brother's defense."

"Time to regain some confidence."

He pondered and manifested a figure of Li Chengxuan beside him.

"Cyclone of Thunder—Extremity!"

"Bang!"

Flesh exploded, and the mangled body was blasted backward, spiraling through the air and spraying blood everywhere, turning a swath of ground dozens of meters long scarlet.

"Yes, that's more like it."

Xue Jing nodded, regaining his confidence.

This was the true display of such an extreme killing move against a character of similar level.

"Next, let's see if I can perform a combination of killing moves... The Hidden Dragon Flow's five major lethal techniques each have different force channels, making simultaneous use quite difficult..."

…

Half an hour later, Xue Jing, dizzy from indulging in the consciousness space, opened his eyes with reluctance.

If his mental endurance could handle it, he might have continued for three more days.

It was just like that stage when playing a game where you've just hit a stride and can't stop.

【You have conducted a simulated combat, gaining 151 combat experience points】

【...Weapon fighting experience points +88】

【...Visualization: True experience points +133】

【...Feeling contented, wellness experience points +122】

【Combat skill level increased to Lv7】

Glancing at the panel, Xue Jing focused internally, observing his physical body.

"My physical attributes have slightly improved... My arm span increased a bit, and my skeletal structure has grown slightly thicker."

He positioned his hands behind his back, clasping them together with ease, lifting them to shoulder height while maintaining a straight posture.

Very easy, without a hint of strain.

"My flexibility has also become absurdly better."

The increase in his combat skill level enhanced his physical traits, though that was merely a bonus.

More importantly, it would undergo 'combat specialization' adaption for his body, making it increasingly suited for battle in every way.

"Comfortable."

Xue Jing exhaled, feeling a sense of joy and relief throughout his body.

After resting for a while and regaining his composure, just as he was about to begin his daily training, the sound of rotor blades "dada-dada-dada" came from the sky.

Looking up, he saw a helicopter flying toward him. At first glance, it appeared normal, but upon closer inspection, the side had some visible dents.

Xue Jing stood up and waited in place.

...

On the helicopter, Ning Yuantai looked out the window at the tall figure on the ground.

Just three days ago, he had been defeated by that person before he could even finish speaking.

Though he had been careless and didn’t dodge, being knocked out by a peer was a hard fact to swallow.

"At such a young age, with such talent, it's no wonder even Wu... holds him in high regard," he murmured to himself.

"But today's different; I'm prepared."

"The moment to erase my shame is today," Ning Yuantai spoke resolutely.

"Why did you follow along, Young Master Ning? You could've stayed at the base, and I could've fetched the sword for you," the Mountain Ape piloting the helicopter queried.

"My current status is entirely self-made," Ning Yuantai crossed his hands over each other, warming up for battle.

"Something that was once lost must also be reclaimed by oneself!"

He looked intently at Xue Jing in the distance, speaking with unwavering determination.

Briefly, an image of a pair of indifferent, silvery eyes flashed in his mind, making him shiver and filling his heart with a shadow.

He shook his head to dispel the eyes from his thoughts.

"Uh, are you sure?" The Mountain Ape asked with a peculiar look.

Despite having been defeated with a single punch, Ning Yuantai dared to challenge again... clearly, the Young Master had an unusual penchant for challenges.

Oblivious to how his image was being seriously distorted in the Mountain Ape's eyes, Ning Yuantai stared resolutely at Xue Jing's silhouette in the distance.

"..." Nearby, Void Blade maintained a calm demeanor without speaking.

As the helicopter slowly descended, it landed much farther from Xue Jing than it did three days ago, for reasons unknown.

The rotor blades gradually stopped, and the cabin door opened, allowing three figures to leap out one after another.

Ning Yuantai took a deep breath as he looked at the distant, steadfast figure of Xue Jing, who stood as immovable as a majestic pine.

Immediately, he propelled himself forward, disappearing from his original spot and sprinting toward his opponent at high speed.

"Round two!"

"Xue Jing, come fight!"

(The chapter concludes here.)