Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 179 - 125 Lower Four Parts of the Eyebrow_3

"Ji, who do you think will be our formidable opponent tonight, besides you and me?"

Jing Qiu thought for a moment and said, "Everyone is very strong, it's hard to predict the future."

Mu Juncheng was speechless. Why was this fellow speaking in such an official tone?

Suddenly, Jing Qiu asked, "Was that Qi Po displayed by Mu in the end unique to Martial Artists at the Divine Travel Realm?"

Mu Juncheng nodded, then shook his head and said, "To be precise, it's a prototype of a Dharma Body. Ji, didn't you also manifest it at the end? But looking at the situation, I guess you have not yet formed your own Dharma Body Prototype, have you?"

Jing Qiu said sincerely, "I'd like to discuss and learn about the application of this aspect with Mu."

"There's nothing to it, just a tad of skill in using Heart Electricity," Mu Juncheng said with a smile, casually.

Afterward, Mu Juncheng elaborately described the Heart Electric Skill to Jing Qiu and even personally demonstrated it.

Jing Qiu's eyes lit up, and taking advantage of the moment, he completed the incomplete version he had mastered not long ago, silently appreciating that Mu was a good person.

It was just unfortunate that he was one step away from achieving a small achievement in Cultivation Body and forming the Dharma Body Prototype. Therefore, he could not manifest a Dharma Body Prototype like Mu Juncheng. Instead, he managed to evolve the full body of Fatty Hu.

Looking at the fierce Blood Tiger bowing its head beside Jing Qiu and sensing the overpowering aura of Blood Evil, Mu Juncheng frowned in astonishment and doubtfully asked,

"Before attempting to form a Taoist Body, Ji, what Martial Arts and Visualization Maps did you learn?"

Qi Po is often considered the "True Self" of a Martial Artist, which is a profound integration of a martial artist's spirit and mind.

This kind of Qi Po, rich in Blood Evil, often stems either from the Demon Sect's Martial Arts focused on heavy killing or from a person who has already spilled much blood, a true murderer.

The latter clearly was not possible; after all, Jing Qiu had been chosen by Grandpa Three.

Furthermore, during the previous battle, it was evident that Jing Qiu had cultivated the Mu Family's Spirit Secret Skill, presumably acquired from Grandpa Three.

How could anyone believe Jing Qiu was a murderer when he had been able to cultivate Mu Family's Secret Technique and displayed a Zen presence strong enough to overpower even Mu Juncheng?

"Previously, I practiced the Dragon Tiger Dojo's 'Starving Tiger Holding a Knife' Visualization Map and the Divine Tiger Combat Skill," clarified Jing Qiu, "and later, I learned a bunch of miscellaneous Sword Skills."

"A bunch of Sword Skills?" pondered Mu Juncheng. The Dragon Tiger Dojo was an ancestral court of Daoists in ancient times, so the techniques they passed down would naturally be without fault. The issue must stem from those Sword Skills.

However, it shouldn't be a major issue, given that the Zen that Jing Qiu displayed previously was quite profound, which clearly showed he hadn't gone astray.

Out of goodwill, Mu Juncheng still reminded Jing Qiu that it would be best to focus on refining his spirit and calming his mind.

Jing Qiu speculated that the dubiousness and concern of Mu Juncheng were likely caused by the Blood Evil in Fatty Hu.

In truth, he also found it difficult to explain the phenomenon on Fatty Hu, only knowing it was related to the Bitter Sea.

The Bitter Sea's power, once absorbed and drawn into Fatty Hu from the Inner World, had resulted in some kind of mutation.

Normally, nothing seemed amiss. Fatty Hu would appear simple and lovable.

But during the concentration of Qi Po, it was the "enlarged version" that manifested.

"By the way, Mu, I have an uncomfortable favor to ask."

Jing Qiu glanced at the time and prepared to return to the Star Division to practice further, readying himself for the formation of the Dharma Body Prototype tomorrow, while also reviewing today's battle.

"Feel free to ask, Ji."

"Could you send me a copy of tonight's combat footage?"

"Do you mean all of it?" asked Mu Juncheng, showing a troubled expression, "That might be problematic, I need some time. The situation this time is actually quite particular, theoretically it's not supposed to..."

"It's not necessary to have all of it, just the last part of the fight between Mu and me, Elder Mu has asked me to send it to him," Jing Qiu considerately thought ahead for Mu Juncheng.

Actually, he was quite eager to obtain the entire footage to gain a more comprehensive 'understanding' of everyone.

But since Mu Juncheng found it troublesome, he decided to let it be.

"..."

If you know it's an uncomfortable request, then don't bother asking!

Considering the relationship between his grandfather and Grandpa Three, it didn't take much for Mu Juncheng to guess who would ultimately receive the video.

He unhesitatingly refused, "The data from this battle needs to be uploaded to the Deep Red Laboratory. It cannot be copied over. I'm sorry, Ji."

Jing Qiu: (Sigh)

Just a moment ago, it was just a little difficult, so why did it suddenly change?

Deep Red Laboratory?

He thought for a while, planning to ask Senior Zhuang later.

"I have to take my leave now, I still need to rush back to the company," Ji Jingqiu stood up and said.

Just then, the noise from outside passed through the door.

Bian Rong casually dismantled the thick wooden door, set it aside, poked his head in, and with a fierce smile said:

"Ji, you haven't even had a drink, and you want to leave?"

Ji Jingqiu was stunned.

Mu Juncheng put a hand on his shoulder from behind and sighed, "I've been persuading Ji for a long time, but he still insists on leaving. Perhaps I'm not persuasive enough, so I'll leave it to everyone else."

After speaking, he casually drifted to one side.

Ji Jingqiu was caught between laughter and tears, really wanting to slip away quietly, but seeing the crowd outside looking at him with ill-intent, he thought it would not be easy to leave tonight…

In the end, Ji Jingqiu was forcibly escorted by the crowd into the banquet hall.

The banquet hall was bright with lights tonight, with a group of young people clinking glasses and in high spirits.

Even if Ji Jingqiu in his past and present life didn't much like "alcohol," he had to admit, this stuff really can promote relationships.

"Ji, after this drink, we're good friends!" Diao Xingyun said with a strong smell of alcohol, hooking his left shoulder and belching.

"Ji, cheers!" Not far away, Yue Qingtian raised a large bowl, extremely hearty.

The white-haired Pei Jing also passed by silently, raising his glass slightly as a sign.

If Ji Jingqiu remembered correctly, Zhuang Yanxing said this guy was actually the introverted type...

His eyes swept over the young martial artists with their impressive bearing.

These people, if placed outside, were all extraordinary, each standing behind a vast influence. Today, everyone gathered here for one reason—

Martial arts.

He raised his cup to everyone, his mind thinking of his troublesome old man.

The old man told him to make many friends, and tonight he should have achieved that.

After tonight, he has preliminarily accomplished "friends all over the world."

"Ji! What is your goal for the future, master or grandmaster?" Someone in the crowd asked loudly.

Similarly in a tight spot, Mu Juncheng, who was also the focus of everyone's attention, glanced at the door where drinks kept coming in, feeling that tonight there was no escaping a downfall.

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Tonight, Ji Jingqiu didn't know how much he had been made to drink. There was always someone guarding him, and it wasn't good to surreptitiously use Qi Force to expel the alcohol, at this moment his consciousness was blurry.

In his drunken state, he squinted his eyes and suddenly recalled the wild boast his troublesome old man had left before departing—

[When I was young, anyone who saw me had to lower their eyebrows in deference.]

So, under everyone's expectant gazes, he raised his glass and sincerely, from the bottom of his heart, said:

"In the future, when you all see me, just lower your eyebrows by four points."

The room fell silent.

Mu Juncheng was shocked, a sense of gratitude welling up inside him.

He didn't expect Ji to be so meaningful, so righteous in his speech, attracting attention for his sake!

What a good man!

...

That night.

Many people didn't take it seriously.