Chapter 66: A Future Without Cho Ki Is Not the Future I Want!

Although it felt like a long time had passed, in reality only an instant had elapsed.

Moreover, this transmission of knowledge brought no pain or discomfort; instead, it lifted all mental fatigue, leaving him warm and invigorated, as if everything had naturally fallen into place.

In an instant, he shattered the boundary between strength and ferocity.

“Jia Ji, what’s wrong?”

Though only Jia Ji knew what had happened, Cho Ki still noticed his anomaly with sharp awareness.

“Nothing, nothing.”

Crown transmission, awesome! The more crown transmission, the better!

“A true man has big breasts—my current feeling is better than ever, absolutely top-tier!”

Jia Ji merely gave a thumbs-up over his shoulder to show he was unharmed.

Then he stepped down heavily on the final step, crossing the threshold.

He dared not look back, fearing his growing arrogant smile might betray him to his brothers, yet his body, overwhelmed by inner excitement, wanted to roll, leap, and advance all at once—his walking posture gradually turned bold and swaggering.

“Big Brother Jia Ji…”

Ken Shi Lang, pale from heavy blood loss and wrapped entirely in bandages, forced himself to rally, as if trying to say something—he had not yet expressed his gratitude to his elder brother.

But Jia Ji gave the two soft, innocent, sugarless white-bread-like junior brothers no chance to dissuade him further; he dashed down the terrifying staircase in three steps for every two.

The green trees on either side vanished quickly, as if swept away by a human hurricane.

Like a fish leaping into the sky-sea, Jia Ji sprinted away with exaggerated leaps—thirty steps per stride, over ten meters per jump—vanishing in a blur, his figure gone before the blink of an eye, swallowed by the town at the mountain’s foot.

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“What happened to your injuries?”

Long Quan’s face was grim as he returned to his own dojo, staring at his youngest disciple, whose wounds were severe, and asked in a solemn tone.

He never imagined that just one day away from home would bring disaster. Upon receiving the notification from Nan Dou martial artist, one of Yulia’s bodyguards, Long Quan rushed back immediately—and found Ken Shi Lang covered in injuries.

The recent events could not be hidden; Cho Ki, having prepared his account, told him everything in full detail.

Long Quan’s expression shifted from initial pallor, to astonishment upon Jia Ji’s appearance, and finally to a satisfied smile upon hearing the four brothers had won the brawl.

Causing trouble is bad. Fighting without permission is also bad.

But if you win, everything is fine, fine, fine.

“Where did that kid run off to now?”

He naturally meant Jia Ji, who had been gone for a while; upon hearing this, Ken Shi Lang pulled out a letter and handed it to him.

It was a letter Jia Ji had given him from the start, instructing him to deliver it to Long Quan—perhaps anticipating this exact situation.

A towering monk, still bearing traces of travel, wore a new string of dull gray Buddhist prayer beads around his chest, one hand rotating two walnuts carved with dragon-serpent patterns, the other unfolding the letter.

After carefully reading it, the contents caused Long Quan’s brow to furrow tighter and tighter, his grip on the paper growing stronger until one might suspect he would next erupt in furious battle qi, burning the letter to ash.

“Preliminary greetings, Master Long Quan. Are you busy lately? How is your health? The scenery where I went is beautiful and rich in resources; the little animals are adorable. The locals are warm, friendly, and simple-hearted; my cultivation advances quickly there. I’ve been very happy. I’ll bring back some local specialties next time. I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you—hope the brothers passed on my greetings. Don’t worry. —Jia Ji”

“Hmph!”

The imagined scene did not occur—no crimson flames rose from Long Quan’s head. He folded the letter and tucked it into his robe.

Then he closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, and rapidly spun the two Kelian walnuts between his fingers, leaving afterimages.

Rao was not present at the time.

After all, this entire mess was his doing. Even if he didn’t believe he’d done anything wrong, saying so before Long Quan would only invite trouble—and he was a man who hated trouble.

Cho Ki and Ken Shi Lang were both there, but they exchanged glances, unsure of what Long Quan was thinking.

“If you’re going to leave, why not say goodbye first? Why write a letter…? I’m going to give that brat a thorough beating—don’t stop me!” Opening his eyes, Long Quan stormed out of the dojo again, furious.

But his movements were slow; Cho Ki and Ken Shi Lang easily grabbed his sleeves on either side and halted him.

The resistance he met was nearly nonexistent.

The Long Quan they held pretended to struggle, let out a cold snort, and gave up.

As he turned away, the two brothers thought they glimpsed a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

“Let the kid go…”

Jia Ji’s performance had far exceeded his expectations.

Could combativeness really change a person so drastically? The pressure from mutual competition among brothers, the progress born of pressure, the evolution that followed—this virtuous cycle was precisely what Long Quan wished to see.

Afterwards,

“The one who says ‘don’t stop me’ usually wants someone to stop him… right?”

Ken Shi Lang scratched his head and muttered; Cho Ki nodded in strong agreement.

“Exactly.”

Clearly, they understood their master well—sharp tongue, soft heart, often mumbling nonsense about hearing the “Voice of Heaven,” and only occasionally revealing true fear and reverence with sudden outbursts.

An astonishing martial artist. An astonishing old man.

Yet this elderly martial artist, who had devoted his entire life to Bei Dou, truly cared for his disciples—without a trace of falsehood.

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When mentioning the End-of-Century Tyrant, half might think of Rao, the man who punched the heavens; the other half might first think of the strongest, most beautiful “End-of-Century Tyrant”—Hao Geju!

Yet just as Forest Treasure Cave, even after defeating the End-of-Century Tyrant in the Japanese Cup without Alice Son, could not prove itself the strongest Race Girl,

Jia Ji thought the same: unless he defeated the strongest, most ferocious healthy Cho Ki, even if he bested End-of-Century Tyrant Rao, he could not prove himself the strongest Bei Dou martial artist!!

A future without Cho Ki is not the future I want!!

Cho Ki, wait for me!

I’m going to save you, damn it!

【Great Divine Cute One: Blood has been collected ╰(*︶`*)╯】

【Great Divine Cute One: Please approve my cross-dimensional application @Changmen Great Deity】

【Changmen Great Deity: Approved】

Mirrors of Ten Thousand Forms! Transport me—《The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya》!!

① I’ve never understood: if there’s Nagato Yuki in a chat group, why doesn’t anyone cross over to meet Haruhi Suzumiya?

② Bro, can you really hold back? Can you really tolerate this?

③ I can’t!

④ Charge! Charge!

⑤ Forest Treasure Cave, Hao Geju—see《Race Girls: The New Gate》. I’m putting it out there—I used to play Shiny Star Maidens.

⑥ A friend says 9 p.m. update is reasonable: those who just started work can sneak in two chapters during breaks, better preparing for the day’s slacking—should we update earlier?

⑦ Please advise me!

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