I Will Grind My Way To Godhood

She gazed regretfully at Xue Jing, who was sitting on the bench with his arms crossed, eyes closed, pretending to be a master.

Such a handsome guy, it's a pity his brain's not entirely...

But even so, it's not out of the question...

Even if he's just a decorative piece at home...

Unaware that the girl at the reception desk was having some impolite thoughts about him, Xue Jing sat in silence, waiting patiently for the response from the Hidden Dragon Dojo.

A few minutes later, the receptionist answered a call, exchanged a few words, hung up, and walked over to Xue Jing.

“Sir, sir.”

Xue Jing opened his eyes to look at her.

The girl mustered her best practiced smile from the mirror, speaking softly, “Please follow me.”

Xue Jing nodded and stood up.

The girl led the way, her figure perfectly outlined by a form-fitting navy qipao, with slits running almost to the tops of her thighs, revealing her long, slender, and shapely legs as she walked.

Whether intentionally or not, her shapely hips swayed with every exaggerated step, tightening the qipao and highlighting every curve. Xue Jing walked behind her, taking in the view.

Ah, qipaos are truly a cultural treasure.

Following the qipao girl into the dojo, the interior contrasted sharply from the modern decor outside. It was imbued with traditional elements: redwood corridors intricately carved with dragons and phoenixes, landscape screens, and ancient artifacts, perfectly matching Xue Jing’s impression of a classic martial arts dojo.

However, upon reaching the spacious training hall, the ambiance shifted again, leaving behind any trace of antiquity.

In the vast, square training hall, dozens of punching bags of various styles lined the white rubber floor along with numerous fitness machines, most of which Xue Jing couldn’t recognize.

In addition to these, there were octagonal sparring platforms with mats on them set up in each corner of the gym. At the moment, disciples in white training uniforms were sparring on one of them, surrounded by many onlookers.

“Feel free to stroll around and take a look,” the receptionist said with a smile after leading Xue Jing inside.

Xue Jing nodded softly and began to survey the area, observing his surroundings.

The receptionist, seeing the handsome boy show no particular interest in her, felt a bit disappointed. She treaded back to the front desk in her high heels.

Xue Jing watched the fight on one of the platforms for a while. It was quite fierce, with real punches being thrown, which explained the excitement among the onlooking disciples.

‘These are just the ordinary disciples who paid to be here, yet their skill level is higher than I expected,’ he thought.

He didn’t watch for long; instead, he took off his shoes and walked barefoot to a resting area, sitting down on a leather bench.

Several disciples noticed him.

“Hmm? Who is that? A newcomer?”

“He hasn’t changed clothes, so he’s probably just visiting?”

“He’s so good-looking. I should go get his contact. I’m in the mood for some ‘young grass’ today!” exclaimed one of the female disciples, her eyes lighting up.

Just as some were about to approach, a commotion suddenly erupted at the gym entrance.

“The old master and several of his direct disciples are here!”

Xue Jing’s eyes flickered as he looked toward the entrance.

He saw five or six people entering in single file, led by an elderly man with a receding hairline sitting in a wheelchair, heading towards him.

Behind the man in the wheelchair was a young girl who looked like she was in her late teens, with an innocent face. She was pushing the wheelchair, her bright, lively eyes like those of a curious little animal, intently observing Xue Jing.

On either side of her were two men and one woman.

One was a burly middle-aged man with long hair cascading down to his waist. He bore an aloof and refined demeanor, dressed in a black martial arts uniform, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms.

Another was a young man in his early twenties, handsome, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, sizing up Xue Jing up and down, nodding repeatedly and clicking his tongue appreciatively.

The last one was a short-haired girl with a pretty, clear face, resembling the middle-aged man, possibly his daughter. She, too, wore a black martial arts uniform, her well-proportioned figure evident as she continuously bit into a large bun she held, her ample curves swaying as she moved.

A cat licked its paws, then nodded at him.

“What’s going on? Even the old master is here. I’ve been in the dojo for some time, but this is the first time I've ever seen him in the training hall.”

“Every direct disciple who hasn't left the grounds is here. Did something major happen? Are we finally going under?”

“What a cute cat… I've been single so long, even a cat looks attractive.”

“Elder Sister Zhu and Sister Meng are right in front of you, and you’re paying attention to a cat… No wonder you’re single.”

As the master and his disciples arrived, the trainees in the dojo sensed something unusual, and gradually quieted down, leaving only scattered whispers.

“……”

Old Li stopped in front of Xue Jing, with four direct disciples lined up behind him. Each of them had striking looks and manner, adding to the grand appearance, while Old Li himself seemed like an ordinary old man you might find on the street.

“I heard you’ve come to challenge us?”

Old Li asked, causing a stir the moment he spoke.

Xue Jing first glanced at the talking cat beside him, then stood up with a calm gaze and nodded, saying, “Indeed.”

Seeing him stand up with such seriousness, Old Li quickly waved his hand and said, “No rush, just a challenge, why so serious? Take a seat first.”

Xue Jing, who had just stood up, paused slightly, twitched the corner of his mouth, and sat back down.

Old Li looked Xue Jing up and down, for some reason, his gaze was inexplicably kind.

“What’s your name?”

Xue Jing responded with a strange expression, “Xue Jing...”

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen...”

Old Li nodded, seemingly satisfied, “Hmm... quite the suitable age, and your zodiac sign doesn’t clash either.”

“Where do you live, what do your parents do for a living?”

“Are you an only child? Any brothers or sisters?”

“You're attending the affiliated school? Not bad.”

As Old Li continued his line of questioning, the atmosphere steadily took on an awkward turn.

Xue Jing looked bewildered.

Am I here for a blind date?

Ning Fengwan, sitting on the armrest of Xue Jing's wheelchair, had veins popping on its forehead, filled with embarrassment and anger.

What on earth is this old man misunderstand?!

“Meow!” It quickly interjected to stop the conversation.

Any more and it wouldn't have the face to stay with Xue Jing.

Hearing the distinctly displeased meow, Old Li reluctantly paused his questioning.

He cleared his throat and said, “Alright, let's get to the main topic. Xiao Jing wants to challenge here, anyone interested?”

He glanced at the few disciples around him.

A young girl with a childlike appearance lit up and immediately raised her hand, “Me me me! I'll do it!”