Chapter 47: God of War of Ten-Mile Slope
Chapter 47: God of War of Ten-Mile Slope
“Deep, deep on the ocean floor, stood a magnificent palace, home to six mermaid princesses.”
Sitting cross-legged under the oil lamp, Gao Jing opened his copy of “Andersen’s Fairy Tales” and continued reading: “They were all very beautiful, especially the youngest princess. She had long golden hair, prettier than any of her sisters.”
Gao Jing read slowly because he needed to translate this fairy tale into the Great Wilderness Script.
He also had to explain it.
Otherwise, Shan Guoer wouldn’t understand.
This little Giant girl was lying next to him, leaning on her elbows with her chin resting on her palms. She had lifted her legs playfully.
She listened with rapt attention.
For this little girl from the Shan Yue Tribe, the story Gao Jing told was truly wondrous.
It was like opening a door to a dream world for her.
She was so immersed in the story, she paid no attention to the booming thunder and the sound of wind and rain outside.
No more fear, no more terror.
She felt joy for the characters’ happiness and sadness for their sorrows.
Until weariness crept up on her, too much to keep her heavy eyelids and drooping head up, and she finally laid her head on the table, fast asleep.
Actually, the little girl had been sleepy for a while.
She slept soundly.
“‘Goodbye, Prince,’ the little mermaid princess sighed to herself on the ship’s deck…”
Seeing Shan Guoer was asleep, Gao Jing unconsciously lowered his voice.
Then he closed the fairy tale book, even though he hadn’t finished reading it.
Looking at the little girl before him, he couldn’t help but reach out and stroke her hair.
With a touch of tenderness.
Shan Guoer’s hair was always messy.
She slept with her cheek pressed sideways against her arm, blowing bubbles from her nose again.
Gao Jing withdrew his hand, feeling completely peaceful inside.
Although Shan Guoer was the undisputed leader of the children in the Village Fort, someone nobody dared to mess with,
And everyone liked her,
Her background was actually quite sad.
Shan Yan wasn’t her blood grandfather; her parents were killed by Monster Beasts during the tribe’s migration.
The Elder Shaman had then taken in the little girl, caring for her himself.
But Shan Yan was very old.
This made Gao Jing feel a kind of kinship with the little girl; he sometimes sensed her loneliness.
Since his own grandfather passed away, Gao Jing hadn’t had any real family left.
The door representing family bonds had long been locked shut.
Yet now, that door in his heart seemed to have been pushed open without him noticing, admitting the presence of…
A Giant.
The little girl was a Giant too.
Gao Jing thought, if he ever had a child in the future, he hoped it would be a daughter.
One just like Shan Guoer.
Energetic and kind, cute and sensible!
Thinking this, he leaned back against the bird’s nest bed, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
The oil lamp beside them still burned, quietly spilling its warm orange light over the two figures.
Their shadows merged together on the wall.
…
In the days that followed, Gao Jing threw himself completely into cultivating the “Records of the Great Wilderness Combat.”
He rose early every morning and ran with Shan Guoer to the Great Waterfall. He practiced there until sunset before returning.
Gao Jing named that place “Ten-Mile Slope.”
He was determined to become the God of War of Ten-Mile Slope; he wouldn’t leave until he achieved mastery!
To achieve this, he pushed his own limits relentlessly. Each session ended only when he was utterly spent, completely exhausted.
The intensity of it scared even himself!
Such diligent effort led to dramatic progress in Gao Jing’s training.
Eagle Spread, Bear Slap, Tiger Pounce, Elephant Stampede, Wolf Sprint, Leopard Dash, Snake Coil, Serpent Bind, Lion’s Roar…
One combat form after another was mastered by him.
His body changed as a result.
His height didn’t increase further, but his weight went up noticeably.
However, this gain wasn’t visible as bulk; he didn’t become swollen or brawny. His entire body became defined with firm, streamlined muscle, looking lean clothed but powerfully built unclothed.
It was only when Gao Jing deliberately exerted force that the muscles in a specific area would bulge out suddenly.
Releasing terrifying power!
Now, he could easily lift objects weighing hundreds of kilograms, leap straight up three or four meters, or cover a distance of seven or eight meters in a single bound!
Leaving world records far behind.
He could climb near-vertical cliffs as if they were flat ground and jump down from over ten meters without a scratch.
If the snake blood brought about Gao Jing’s life metamorphosis, then the “Records of the Great Wilderness Combat” was undoubtedly helping him become superhuman.
But the “Records of the Great Wilderness Combat” was far more than just a method to strengthen the body.
In fact, it also encompassed tens of thousands of years of accumulated, refined combat techniques from the Great Wilderness Humans!
Making the fighting skills Gao Jing used to know seem childish, like a preschooler’s brawl.
The Gao Jing of now could defeat ten versions of his former self!
This feeling of soaring progress, this rapid evolution he could sense every single day, became deeply addictive.
He couldn’t stop!
Until one morning, as Gao Jing was preparing to leave the wooden house.
The Elder Shaman appeared and stopped him.
“Gao Jing.”
The Elder Shaman asked in a tone of concern: “Are you facing some difficulty?”
Gao Jing was momentarily stunned.
He shook his head in reply. “No, not really.”
The Elder Shaman gave a slight smile, his wise eyes seeming to see through everything: “Then why are you driving yourself so hard?”
Gao Jing was stopped short by the question.
Gao Jing wasn’t unable to answer the question. He could say he wanted to become stronger, wanted to become a Totem Warrior or even a Shaman.
But why was he pushing himself so hard?
Gao Jing knew it was because he felt fear.
Whether in the Great World or the Primary World, he was far too weak.
In the Great World, it went without saying. Even with his recent growth, Shan Guoer could still crush him with one step.
The Primary World was much safer.
But it held dangers too.
For instance, Gao Jing had once impulsively posted a Great World video on Bilibili. Though it unlocked the Bronze Anchor’s upgrade path and brought incredible rewards,
it also planted a hidden threat.
While this was the age of information explosion, and strange mysterious videos flooded the internet, letting the buzz fade meant nobody would notice anymore.
Yet if some interested party noticed and investigated, it would be very bad.
The chances were slim but not impossible.
Most importantly, Gao Jing later planned to sell Red Sandalwood to gather wealth for “recharging” the Bronze Anchor with Power of Faith.
How could he protect his business from powerful individuals choosing to grab it?
After all, Gao Jing held no power or connections in the Primary World.
Even hiding behind a Hong Kong Island company shell wasn’t like wearing a protective shield.
He’d heard too many tales of poor people gaining sudden wealth only to face disaster.
The only solution Gao Jing could think of…
was to become stronger.
With strength at hand, enemies would tremble. Once truly powerful, he’d fear no evil.
At the very least, he’d be free to wander anywhere.
This was why Gao Jing had emptied his loan limit without selling stored Rosewood earlier.
He needed his own hidden card.
Returning to the Great World, his top goal was gaining power.
Extraordinary power!
But climbing from ordinary warrior to Totem Warrior, then to Totem Witch took too much time.
Gao Jing couldn’t waste a decade or more here.
That’s why he pushed himself so hard.
To the Elder Shaman’s question, Gao Jing replied: “I want to become a Totem Warrior quickly!”
That was the full truth.
The Elder Shaman paused briefly. “You’re already fast. I’ve never met anyone breaking through Body Tempering to Bone Refining in under a month!”
Gao Jing gasped in shock: “Huh?”
He couldn’t believe his ears—he was already at Bone Refining?
Didn’t they say tempering skin and muscles took two to three years?
“My eyes don’t lie.”
The Elder Shaman smiled. “You’re truly at Bone Refining now.”
Gao Jing went speechless.
It happened too fast. He felt… no breakthrough sensation!
“Sadly, you’re of the Ancient Remnant Clan.”
The Elder Shaman sighed. “Not one of our Great Wilderness Giants. With your gifts, your future could’ve been boundless.”
He genuinely regretted it for Gao Jing.
After all, Records of the Great Wilderness Combat was a Combat Technique practiced by Great Wilderness Giants. For a “person from The Abyss” like Gao Jing to grasp its core so quickly proved remarkable talent.
Yet even the strongest Ancient Remnant Clan member was trash next to a Great Wilderness Giant!
The Elder Shaman didn’t know how thrilled Gao Jing felt at that moment.
Gao Jing never aimed to rule the Great World. Self-defense in his own world was enough.
He’d expected to spend years, maybe decades.
Now he’d gotten a massive surprise.
Turns out, I really am a genius!!