Chapter 12: Allow Yourself to Reward Yourself Heavily!

Since acquiring the chat group, three months have passed.

Over these three months, Jia Ji daily trained his qi, cultivated his spirit, refined his battle aura, sparred with his fellow disciples in fist techniques, and even studied reading and writing to thoroughly memorize Buddhist scriptures and medical knowledge; he stole moments of free time to exchange ideas with a few others in the group, offering bad advice—giving him a faint thrill like a high schooler sneaking a phone into school.

Though he didn’t know how he’d managed to endure it, watching his attribute panel’s health and mental power slowly rise, he found himself strangely content.

At this moment, something made Jia Ji even happier—Long Quan had left.

Before anything happened, Jia Ji and his adoptive father, Long Quan, had lived together in the temple; to young Jia Ji, Long Quan was a mysterious monk—the temple rarely saw visitors, Long Quan held no other occupation, yet they never worried about livelihood.

Every so often, Long Quan would leave to procure food supplies or temple construction materials.

And those times were when Jia Ji could truly relax.

In fact, this time, Long Quan not leaving for three months was rare—likely because his last departure led to Jia Ji’s severe injury, so this one was delayed.

And this time, he took no disciple with him.

After all, even the toughest person cannot keep a string taut forever; tension and release aid cultivation better.

But since he began practicing the North Star Divine Fist, such opportunities had become exceedingly rare—even when they arose, they were interrupted—by the Southern Dipper people.

North Star. Southern Dipper.

Just from the names, it was clear these two factions were opposites.

Unlike the North Star Divine Fist, which focused on unlocking internal human power, the Southern Dipper school was its complete opposite: obsessed with external damage, ruthless, choosing the strongest, deadliest weapons to fuse into their fist arts.

As times rapidly changed and technology advanced beyond imagination, devastating weapons emerged endlessly, creating a phenomenon—the Southern Dipper school had many, many branches; incomplete statistics showed over a thousand Southern Dipper-named martial styles worldwide.

With so many, some were strong, some weak, some enduring, some pathetic.

Almost every month, new Southern Dipper schools announced their founding, while just as many got raided, their plaques and abbots smashed to ruin.

Calling them commonplace might be unfair, but ninety-nine percent of Southern Dipper-named fist arts were absurd, gimmicky martial arts born from half-baked ideas.

For example, one school revered Wan Hu—the man who tried to fly to the moon with rockets—as their ancestral master, eventually naming their fist art “Southern Dipper Human Cannon.”

Anyone seeing its name would burst out laughing.

Among these thousand Southern Dipper schools, only five, named after five birds, had endured the ages and remained unshaken—they were the supreme beings known as the [Southern Dipper Sacred Fists]!

“Southern Dipper martial arts wholesale!”

If he wanted, Jia Ji’s talent could have gotten him into any school except the Five Sacred Fists—but it would’ve been pointless.

Our North Star Divine Fist has its pride: what are those Southern Dipper things, worthy of being mentioned alongside us?

If a fist art isn’t worthy, learning more won’t help.

“The weather’s nice today.”

Bright but gentle sunlight, a breeze sweeping through the empty temple, cleansing the soul and opening pores; the sky spun like a disc, white clouds drifting by.

DODO DODO!

GOGO GOGO!

Strange onomatopoeia seemed to appear beside Jia Ji.

On this clear morning, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat, drenched in sweat, and before him stood only a little girl much younger than him.

He looked terrified?

Yes—he was terrified of this underage girl, for he knew the terrifying identity and status hidden beneath her harmless appearance.

This—this is—the Sixth of the Southern Dipper Five Saints, the incarnation of the Southern Dipper Maternal Star, the [Century’s Greatest Gravity Field], Mother Yulia, who drew champions into her like a black hole for life-or-death duels!

A little girl clutching a doll; though young, her expression and eyes already revealed the stunning beauty and unique allure she would one day possess.

Wow, so this is the world’s heroine—back off!

Jia Ji, who had spent his entire past and present life single, could’ve become a grand mage by now—he could never handle these beautiful, trouble-bringing heroines.

“Woof! Woof!”

Yulia, still just a child, was accompanied by a small white-spotted dog.

This usually docile pet now growled menacingly at Jia Ji.

Jia Ji’s gaze hardened, glaring at the hostile Haki-wang; his already aggressive appearance turned even more ferocious: “Want a kick to the gut?”

“Oof!” The spotted dog instantly hid behind its owner, frightened.

“Yulia, what are you doing here!”

A cheerful voice suddenly came from behind; Jia Ji didn’t need to turn—he knew it was Ken Shi Lang.

“Still just a kid!”

These three months must’ve felt endless to him.

With a sigh, Jia Ji pretended to gaze at the distant scenery while quietly retreating, preparing to leave the two peers to talk alone.

“Huh?!”

Suddenly, he noticed Ken Shi Lang had naturally taken Yulia’s small hand.

Ken Shi Lang, how dare you do that! I will never forgive this behavior!

…From now on, we’re no longer brothers (Jack face)

Unable to bear this public display of affection, Jia Ji retreated into his cave at top speed.

“He…” Yulia glanced toward Jia Ji, looking puzzled.

“What’s wrong?” Ken Shi Lang asked.

“I can’t see Jiaji’s future anymore…”

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Back in his room, Jia Ji did nothing—yet his body moved on its own, beginning to stand in stances.

Nani?!

Master Long Quan, did you secretly use acupuncture or hypnosis on us? How else could I possibly be doing this?

He quickly stopped, then realized that aside from training, he had absolutely nothing to do; suddenly, he recalled a famous Rexuewangdao manga, Dragon Ball—don’t forget! The Zhengzong training of the Turtle School includes reading pornographic books!

Our North Star Divine Fist can’t lose!

To prove the North Star Divine Fist’s greatness, at least I won’t lose!

What if I have no pornographic books?

Beautiful Girl Kaleidoscope, appear!

I have a cute little sister in the group!

【Dead Angel: Don’t know why I suddenly became student council president】

【Great God of Cuteness: Fine, I allow you to reward yourself with a bowl of mapo tofu ξ(＞)】

【Forever Seventeen: Who asked for your permission?!】

【Dead Angel: Agreed.】

【Xia Na: How’s Jianzi lately? @Yinyang Eye Jianzi】

【Yinyang Eye Jianzi: Salt piles don’t work—the ordinary Buddhist beads I just bought shattered instantly… these ghosts aren’t even afraid of the sun! This makes no sense at all!】

Since her sunglasses broke, Jianzi devised a compromise—whenever she saw a ghost, she summoned the chat group interface to distract herself.

Thanks to this, despite encountering terrifyingly evil spirits repeatedly, Jianzi remained unharmed so far.

Precisely because of this, time flowed much faster for Jianzi—over a month had passed.

【Great God of Cuteness: Haven’t you tried contacting a spiritual medium or shaman with spiritual power?】

【Yinyang Eye Jianzi: Ahh… that ‘Xiatang Divine Mother’ just moments ago said, ‘Today ends the mediocre fraudster,’ ‘The ancient Divine Mother shall return,’ ‘Nothing will happen now’—then the instant she saw the beads shatter, she decided to quit the business…】

【Xia Na: So dramatic XD】

【Great God of Cuteness: Try ‘Overthrow Utopia’?】

【Yinyang Eye Jianzi: What’s that? Sounds powerful?】

【Great God of Cuteness: 1. First, strip completely. 2. Then slap your own ass while rolling your eyes. 3. Finally, jump on the bed shouting, ‘Overthrow Utopia.’ This ritual, throwing everything into a state of selflessness, protects you from evil spirits.】

【Yinyang Eye Jianzi: This can’t possibly work!!】

① “Overthrow Utopia” is also recorded in the manga “Full Body Full Soul: Phantom Dream” by the Evil Hungry Ghost Teacher

② “In fire, in water, in grass, in the forest, in earth, in clouds, in that girl’s skirt” are lyrics from the Pokémon theme song

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