I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

Xue Jing was shocked.

Using imagination to simulate actual combat in his consciousness actually got recognized by the panel and earned Experience Points!

This was simply too outrageous... Wouldn't this mean one could really stay home, cultivate in seclusion for ten years, and become invincible upon reemerging?

"No, that's not it... although you can grind Experience Points this way, it's not that easy,"

Xue Jing looked carefully at the gains listed on the panel.

Firstly, the Experience Points he got were a bit few... The intense battle he had in the Consciousness Space, if it happened in reality, would yield at least a thousand or two thousand Experience Points, but the simulated battle only gave a little over a hundred.

Moreover, skills directly related to physical fitness, like [Fitness], couldn't be improved merely through imagination.

"Lastly, the consumption is too great..."

Xue Jing shook his still dizzy and fatigued brain.

Half an hour of simulated combat had left his spirit feeling parched, and he didn't know how long it would take to recover.

"However, although there are many restrictions, it's still a decent way to grind Experience Points..."

Xue Jing thought to himself.

"Moreover, grinding Skills Experience Points is actually just a side effect... The most important aspect of simulated combat is that it can provide me with almost unlimited actual combat experience..."

"As well as the opportunity to experiment with my body without any reservations... Once my spirit recovers a bit, I'll try to see to what extent I can compress the strength of Whirlwind Thunder."

Xue Jing sat on the couch with his eyes closed, resting for quite a while, until his mind eased and wasn't dizzy anymore, then he opened his eyes.

He gently picked up Miao Miao, who had fallen asleep, and placed her on the couch.

Afterward, he left the house, first went to a home store to order a mattress, then to the supermarket to buy a lot of ingredients, and started cooking after coming back.

Since he promised Miao Miao a good meal, Xue Jing spent over an hour cooking a big table of dishes, earning more than two hundred Cooking Experience Points and advancing his Cooking to Lv6.

"Time to eat, Teacher Wan,"

Xue Jing washed his hands, walked over to the couch, and patted Miao Miao's cat head.

Miao Miao slowly opened her eyes, those emerald vertical pupils still a bit clouded. She yawned, licked her paw, and then used it to wash her face.

Then she stood up, her rear end tilted upward as she stretched a very extensive lazy stretch, before standing straight up, transforming into the cat-eared girl form, and putting on the shirt and shorts that were on the couch.

Just the shirt and shorts.

Xue Jing glanced at the obvious protrusions on Ning Fengwan's crookedly worn shirt, and being used to it, paid no mind, instead he petted the girl's head and said in a gentle voice with a smile,

"Go wash your hands, it's time to eat."

Ning Fengwan had just woken up and her spirit was still a bit hazy. Yawning and revealing two sharp little tiger fangs, she wrapped her arms around Xue Jing's waist, leaning against him, looking like she was about to fall asleep again.

"Ah Jing, you smell so nice..."

The girl's nostrils flared slightly as she took a couple of light sniffs on Xue Jing's body, murmuring unconsciously.

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Xue Jing curled his lips, grabbed her face with one hand, and pushed her away, "Alright, hurry up and eat."

...

After eating, Ning Fengwan, touching her slightly rounded belly, lay on the couch with a face of lingering enjoyment.

"Did you put drugs in the food? Why does it taste so good?"

She looked at Xue Jing, who was wiping the dining table, and asked somewhat discontentedly.

"Even though the ingredients and kitchenware are the same, why is it that whatever you make tastes so much better than mine!"

Xue Jing casually replied, "I guess it's just a matter of talent."

Ning Fengwan felt a vein popping on her forehead: "Even if it's true, it's still infuriating to hear..."

Xue Jing laughed, finished tidying up, and then said, "Alright, I've got something to do and need to go out for a bit, just stay at home and don't wander off."

Ning Fengwan turned over and didn't answer, her black cat tail gently swaying.

Xue Jing went to his room, took [Hundred Feet Pole's Top], and also grabbed the Crouching Rabbit Sword, left the house, flagged down a taxi on the road, and headed to Zhu Shanying's manor.

After reaching the manor, he first stopped by the main house, found that Zhu was still not home.

It seemed her family was indeed very strict.

Xue Jing didn't mind and went to the stables to lead Wind Eater out, riding it to the grassland behind North City District's mountain.

Once there, as usual, he allowed Wind Eater to go for a stroll by itself while he went to the lakeside where he trained regularly, took out his phone, and sent a message to Void Blade to return [Hundred Feet Pole's Top].

Soon, he received a reply. Void Blade told him to wait there, and that he would be there soon to collect it.

"I hope the authorities don't come after me for this..."

Xue Jing tossed the bamboo cane, that was still showing signs of yellowing, in his hand and shook his head.

He went to sit by the lake, looking at the shimmering water, took a deep breath of fresh air, and assessed his current state.

"My spirit has recovered quite a bit, I can try again."

Xue Jing closed his eyes, settled his heart, and ignited his Imagination.

In the Consciousness Space, countless pixel blocks appeared out of nowhere, rotating to construct the scene.

Grass, trees, benches, street lamps...

This was the small garden near his residential area.

Subsequently, Xue Jing himself also materialized in the garden through the convergence of pixel blocks.

He clenched his fists, ensuring his body data wasn't incorrect, then with a thought,

On the nearby grass, a figure around two meters tall with a very muscular build began to emerge sluggishly.

He was clad in a black Training Garment, rolling up the sleeves to his wrists, exposing muscles as taut as steel, his face clear-cut, an aura of depth and solidity radiating from his whole being.