I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

Without any hesitation, Xue Jing clicked [Yes].

[Activation Successful]

[Feather Transformation Lv1 (Divinity required for upgrade: 2766/100)]

[Effect: Grants Feather Transformation effect to 'one's own belongings,' allowing for free control]

Xue Jing looked at this effect description and couldn't help but chuckle.

"As always, such a simplistic description, it's like saying nothing at all. That's just like you, Ban."

What exactly is the 'Feather Transformation' effect?

And how should 'one's own belongings' be defined?

Xue Jing shook his head, jumped down from the top of the Super Arena, and used Clever Strength to land without a sound.

"The person who was speaking just now was... Wu Xuanzhu?"

"'Gun Saint' Wu Xuanzhu?"

"And the other person?"

"It's 'White Emperor' Lu Shenliu! I recognized his voice from watching the 'Overlord Title Fight' live stream! Only he would be worth Wu Xuanzhu's time to clash with!"

"These two being in Yuan City and clashing with each other? What in the world happened?"

The surrounding crowd was still immersed in the shock from the recent conflict between Lu Shenliu and Wu Xuanzhu.

Most people, even seasoned martial arts competition enthusiasts, rarely have the chance to see a Titled Strongman in action. The overwhelming aura they carry isn't easily forgotten.

"Are we going back now?"

Miao Miao asked while sitting on Xue Jing's shoulder.

"Yes... the event is over."

Xue Jing looked up at the sky.

Out of courtesy, he should have greeted the expert that Wu Youqing had asked for help.

But this expert's name was Wu Xuanzhu.

Having just beaten up his disciple twice, although it was entirely the disciple's own fault... Xue Jing had nonetheless failed to show respect to the elder.

Perhaps Wu Xuanzhu wouldn't want to see him.

Better to go back and try out 'Feather Transformation.'

After all, such an expert would appear if he really wanted to meet Xue Jing.

Xue Jing didn't plan to take a vehicle, he recognized the direction to the Zhige Base, took a step, leaped into the air, and swiftly skimmed across the crowd's shoulders. He was so nimble that those he stepped on felt nothing.

...

Inside the Super Arena, the door to a certain medical room was pushed open, and a kindly-looking old man in an old-fashioned gray Martial Arts Uniform walked in, appearing to be in his early fifties.

He looked absolutely ordinary, with no extraordinary aura except for an unusually straight posture and exceptionally dark and thick hair, resembling a common old man taking a walk outside.

In the medical room, Zhou Yinglin, who was beaten down and lying on the bed, jolted up to a sitting position as if snapping to attention the moment his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the old man.

His bones were almost completely crushed; under normal circumstances, he shouldn't have been able to move like this, but it seemed a deep-rooted instinctual fear in his body made him react involuntarily.

"Master..."

Zhou Yinglin grimaced in pain, yet he still managed to greet his master with utmost respect, his eyes filled with panic and fear.

In the medical room, besides him, there were also several of his friends and subordinates.

The old man named Wu Xuanzhu glanced at the others, smiled kindly, and said, "Could you please step out for a moment and let me talk to my disciple alone?"

"Yes..."

The others looked at each other briefly before quickly agreeing and hurriedly left.

After they left, Wu Xuanzhu's gentle smile remained unchanged as he looked at Zhou Yinglin on the bed.

Zhou Yinglin, scared by what he had previously experienced, tried to get out of bed to kneel on the ground, but his body did not cooperate.

To even sit up from a lying position was already a medical miracle given his shattered bones.

"Alright, lie back down," Wu Xuanzhu said, shaking his head.

Zhou Yinglin, not daring to disobey, responded with a 'yes' and, enduring the pain, laid back down, taking sharp breaths of air, yet not daring to scream out loud.

Amused by his appearance, Wu Xuanzhu chuckled twice and said:

"Looking pathetic, aren't you? Normally you act so tough. So, you've finally hit a brick wall, huh?"

Zhou Yinglin didn't dare to respond.

"It's good for a young man to be arrogant, but foolish to be so arrogant without the skill to back it up. Walk the night often enough, and you're bound to run into ghosts."

"You had even deceived me before. I thought that since you acted so humbly before your master and fellow disciples, there wouldn't be much issue, so I neglected your education," Wu Xuanzhu walked to the side of Zhou Yinglin's bed, looking down at him as he spoke slowly.

"Get ready. I'm going to send you to the Seventh Metropolitan Circle. It's time for you to calm your arrogance and realize just how inferior your level is."

Zhou Yinglin quietly responded 'yes.'

"As for your grudge with Xue Jing..."

Wu Xuanzhu said, observing Zhou Yinglin's expression intently.

Seeing the involuntary fear that flashed in his eyes when he mentioned 'Xue Jing,' Wu Xuanzhu shook his head in disappointment.

"That kid is no ordinary person, even the young phoenix of our Wu Family holds him in high regard. He walks a different path from you and generally wouldn't cross yours. This time, however, you were set up by that brat from the Zhu Family."

"I'll try to mediate this grudge between you two... otherwise, while he doesn't consider you a threat, should you encounter him by chance again, there's no saying he might not simply finish you off."

Zhou Yinglin, hearing this, nervously answered, "Thank... thank you, Master..."

Hearing this thanks, Wu Xuanzhu's expression grew even more disappointed.

He turned and walked towards the door, speaking faintly as he went: