"Qi Blood has finally reached the level of a limit quasi-martial artist, never thought there would be one Blood Coagulation Pill left."

In the shabby house, Li Weifeng recovered from his practice.

He was secretly calculating his current situation in his heart.

Basic Boxing Technique, Basic Leg Techniques, stance skills, etc. were practiced to a rather proficient level using his strong Spiritual Power and improved to better suit himself.

His Qi Blood also reached the limit of 149 calories for a quasi-martial artist.

Although Li Weifeng's strength hadn't been truly tested at the moment, relying on his experience and various methods, he wouldn't be weaker than a First Grade Official Martial Artist.

Official Martial Artists receive preferential treatment in the country.

In some more remote areas, an Official Martial Artist only needs to put their name in a company without exerting any effort and can still earn an annual income of over a hundred to two hundred thousand.

"There's still one Blood Coagulation Pill left, probably can't rely on the elixir to break through, no rush for now, stabilize the Realm first and see if further progress can be made in the quasi-martial artist stage."

Always felt that the limit quasi-martial artist was not the end.

Perhaps a stronger foundation could be built before breaking through to becoming an Official Martial Artist.

Unfortunately, he had no knowledge in this aspect.

"It's a pity I didn't pass the Martial Arts Examination, otherwise, I could have accessed a much larger world."

Having lost a good opportunity to enter the Martial Cultivation Realm, he could only rely on himself to search for more knowledge.

A bit of a headache.

Even though this world is modern with well-developed technology and internet, a lot of martial artist knowledge courses are restricted by the government.

If Li Weifeng's father weren't a Third Grade Martial Artist, the family probably wouldn't have that basic cultivation book and that bottle of Blood Coagulation Pill.

The world of martial artists and ordinary people is both divided and strangely integrated together.

During these days of cultivation, Li Weifeng wasn't immersed entirely in training, but consistently paid attention to some information online and read a couple of novels and animations, supplementing his decades of missing Spiritual Power nourishment in a sense.

Through the internet, Li Weifeng roughly understood the society he was in.

In today's society, martial artists belong to a privileged class, with a strange situation of being both divided from yet connected to civilians under government control,

which truly puzzled him.

"Hmm, maybe I could look for some martial arts halls or similar places, those areas should be the best way to integrate into the martial artist class."

A martial arts hall generally has an Official Martial Artist sitting in.

With his strength, perhaps he could challenge them once, using their connections to formally step into the martial artist class.

"Forget it, this matter can wait."

There's no rush for challenges.

Having been cooped up at home training for these days, the food reserves were running low, Li Weifeng planned to head out once to buy some living supplies.

Just about to leave, the phone suddenly rang.

"Hello."

"Li Weifeng, how long do you plan to go on like this! I'm heading back to find you in three days at Shanghai, weren't you always wanting to know how your father died? I'm giving you this chance now, but let me tell you first, once you step into this circle, don't ever think of leaving it again!"

The voice on the phone was filled with authority, and the tone was filled with stern reprimand.

A sense of familiarity came over.

It's Uncle Chen.

A character who was... considered a friend of his father's.

There seemed to be a grudge between his father and Uncle Chen, but the two also seemed to have had relations, very complicated.

In his memory, Uncle Chen was always stern and unsmiling, very strict with him.

Seemed to dislike him, yet was very complex.

Memories of the voice's owner flashed quickly in Li Weifeng's mind.

After his parents passed away, Uncle Chen came to see him and was furious that he couldn't pass the Martial Arts Examination due to being devastated by his parents' deaths, leading to a state of depression and alcoholism, and he left in a rage after slamming the door.

After his father's death, he had constantly pressed Uncle Chen for the truth behind his father's death.

However, Uncle Chen always remained silent about it, as if there was some confidentiality agreement.

"Thank you, Uncle Chen, I've already decided on this matter, I must know the truth of my father's death, no matter how dangerous, I'm not afraid."

Li Weifeng followed Uncle Chen's words, his voice low.

No matter what, he inherited the cause and effect of this body and promised to resolve this body's father's matters, naturally couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

Moreover, this might be an opportunity.

An opportunity to touch the martial artist class and to reach the truth of this world!

"Hmph, finally, you have some courage left. I know your damn old father should have left at least some inheritance. In the next few days, quickly raise your Blood Qi, at least to the quasi-martial artist stage. Otherwise, even with me, you won't even have an entrance qualification!"

Uncle Chen sternly reprimanded a few words but revealed a hint of concern in his tone.

Then he said no more and hung up the call.

"The martial artist circle, huh, the government must have hidden some information, or there wouldn't be this kind of privileged class scenario for martial artists..."

Li Weifeng silently pondered in his heart.

Combining the information obtained from the internet these days, he increasingly felt that something seemed to be hiding beneath the calm surface of the world.

This is a good opportunity.

Not having been able to enter university through the Martial Arts Examination, perhaps he could reach the truth of this world through another path.

With Uncle Chen as this avenue, there's no need to interact with the martial arts halls anymore.

After pondering for a moment, he set the matter aside.

He stepped out of the home he had been cooped up in for several days, heading toward the direction of the market.

The food reserves at home were depleted, people need to eat, so he needed to replenish food first.

...

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

"Old Chen, is it really wise to do this, if that kid doesn't enter this circle, although lackluster, at least he will be safe and won't have to worry about one day dying in the wilderness with no body to recover."

"It doesn't work that way, after such a big blow, that kid has a drive in him... Even if he's isolated from this circle, while generally stable and worry-free, once that drive dissipates, he's just a waste, what's the difference with a living dead?"

"Moreover, if he can't handle it, at worst, he could always find some service work at the front line, just not going out for adventures, Pioneer City is relatively safe."

"Besides, you know, with the recent increasing frequency of unrest in those areas, can this world... really maintain stability and peace forever?"

Old Chen's voice carried a touch of inexplicable meaning.

"Yes, it's getting more frequent, I heard over there, the casualties... also increasing... can it really settle down..."

For a time, silence engulfed the surroundings.

They looked at each other without words.

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