Chapter 64: What do you mean by

The Super Beidou Qi Refining Dojo.

Under the gaze of Arhat statues with various appearances, tall and fierce, Jia Ji walked in with quite a bit of trepidation.

That troublesome thing called fate seemed to have already entangled itself around him, whether it was the fact that he happened to run into his fellow disciples being out, or that he was found by Yuria at just the right moment, or even just now...

The invisible giant hand of the Big Dipper had begun to exert its force.

Should one say it was fortunate that it wasn't the Star of Death beginning to exert its force? Although the aftereffects were quite strong, fortunately, he had still managed to keep his life.

But Jia Ji had no choice; time was tight and the task was heavy. In order to obtain the blood of his elder brother Toki before Master Ryuken returned, he still had to bite the bullet and step into the Super Beidou Main Hall, which enshrined many gods and Buddhas.

"A coward still dares to come back?"

The first person to speak was Raoh.

That's right, Ryuken had not told the others the reason for Jia Ji's departure, because even if he said it, no one would believe it, and also because there was no place in this world more suitable for cultivating the Super Beidou Super Beidou Shenquan than the main sect of Super Beidou itself.

Jia Ji said he was going out to become stronger, but where else could he go?

Although he held such doubts, Ryuken still gave Jia Ji his trust and support.

But in Raoh's eyes, this younger brother who "left without saying goodbye" was actually just a coward who couldn't endure the arduous training and chose to run away.

Normally, with Raoh's personality, he wouldn't even give a shred of attention to such trash; at most, he would sneer, and wouldn't even utter an extra word.

It was just that, in the process of Jia Ji resolutely intervening in the Nanto trial just now, the spirit he displayed, which was completely different from the impression he had of him, had entered his eyes just a little.

"Raoh, don't..."

Toki was different; he felt happy about the reappearance of his younger brother Jia Ji, sincerely so.

And if it weren't for him, Ken Shi Lang probably wouldn't have returned so easily this time, and at that point, how would he have explained it to Master Ryuken?

Jia Ji had fulfilled the responsibilities and obligations of an elder brother, but he, Toki, had not. This truly made him... regretful and ashamed. Finally, all these feelings converged into one sentence—

"Come back, Jia Ji. Master Ryuken misses you very much."

"Hmph, Toki, you really are high and mighty! How high was your DPS when you said that? I must carve out a world of my own by myself!"

Jia Ji, like a machine gun, said some things that people couldn't understand, and refused without hesitation.

Before he left, he had said that he would only return when he reached the level of being able to win against others. Asking him to go back now, being neither here nor there, still at the level of the third of the four brothers, how could he have the face to see Ryuken? At the very least, he had to make Raoh say "not beneath me" to him first.

Since it wasn't to return to training, then why did Jia Ji come?

"Toki, give me a drop of your blood."

A straight-ball statement.

"What do you need my blood for?"

Could it be that he was accidentally turned into a vampire by a stone mask and had to drink blood to survive? But what use would a single drop of blood be? It couldn't be that he planned to use his blood for cloning, right? Or was it some evil fist art that required blood for cultivation...

For a moment, all kinds of thoughts appeared in Toki's mind; after all, Jia Ji's head-and-tail-less words would truly make anyone feel confused.

But Toki only hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

Because sometimes, he could see other people's thoughts and ideas. At this very moment, Jia Ji had no malice toward him, and his powerful intuition as a Super Beidou fist artist allowed him to vaguely feel that agreeing to this strange request seemed to be a good thing for him.

Therefore, although gentle and kind, Toki, who was never indecisive, decisively agreed.

Currently showing no signs of any illness, he brought two fingers together and lightly slashed his own wrist.

A wound about an inch long appeared silently, and beads of round, scorching, crimson blood rolled out uncontrollably.

Even though he wasn't like the Nanto fist artists who trained their fingers to be as sharp as knives, almost capable of cutting through all matter in the world, as long as Toki slightly changed the form of his spiritual power, cutting through skin was still easy.

After all, he had just fought with dozens of Nanto fist artists, and during this period, he had already gained some insight into the characteristics of those fist arts that focused on cutting; now, it was just a matter of imitating one or two.

Taking the essence of those numerous fist arts and integrating them into his own Super Beidou Super Beidou Shenquan was enough; going any further was unnecessary.

"Enough, enough, one drop is fine."

After carefully sealing dozens of drops of Toki's blood into a glass bottle, Jia Ji took a bandage out of his pants pocket, tore it open, and covered Toki's wound directly.

"You even prepared this kind of thing?"

"Better safe than sorry."

Actually, he had just plucked this thing from those Mohicans; thinking it might be useful, he had automatically picked it up along with the banknotes and stuffed it into his pocket, but he hadn't expected the opportunity to come so quickly.

"Really..."

Toki shook his head. For fist artists like them who had been tempered a thousand times, getting injured had long been a common occurrence; this small wound might have healed itself before it could even be treated. Jia Ji's behavior was purely superfluous... it was just that when he shook his head, he was smiling.

People of their level possessed powerful strength far beyond the ordinary, but this strength also created a barrier between them and ordinary humans, making it difficult to be understood and accepted.

To them, those ordinary people were as fragile as handicrafts that would shatter at a light touch; they had to carefully restrain their own strength to barely coexist with them.

And in the eyes of ordinary people, it was the same. Although they were also humans and possessed similar appearances, their bodies that even bullets couldn't penetrate, their physiques that even tanks couldn't knock down—these monsters were already not of the same race as them.

Being feared, excluded, and alienated by others, or viewing these weaklings whose strength was far inferior to their own as a lower-level existence, was perfectly normal for superhuman fist artists.

If it weren't for the fact that their training location was almost isolated from the world, and the heavy training left them with little mind to think about other things, they would probably have involuntarily given birth to the same thought—

—believing that humans should be existences protected/ruled by them, the fist artists who practiced the strongest Super Beidou Super Beidou Shenquan!

But now, this guy Jia Ji seemed to be more human than him, Raoh, and even Ken Shi Lang...

"The sorrow of the fist... truly a troublesome thing. The alienation of people by fist arts can be seen from this!"

Muttering this vocabulary that he had casually fabricated but accurately described the situation, Jia Ji walked toward the door of the Super Beidou Main Hall while waving goodbye to his three brothers.

Just as his foot had not yet crossed the threshold and was suspended in mid-air, Jia Ji's expression suddenly changed, and an inexplicable feeling struck him.

"No way? Again?!"

(End of chapter)