On the street, people came and went.

Cars, pedestrians, street-side shops, all gave Li Weifeng a feeling of being in a different world.

Having lived in the Main World for over ten years and the Martial Hero World for thirty or forty years.

A complex feeling surged in his heart, filled with mixed emotions.

Feeling a bit hungry at the street corner, Li Weifeng casually found a noodle shop called Lanzhou Noodles and walked in.

"Boss, two bowls of beef noodles."

The noodle shop was not big, about fifty square meters, with long benches and tables connected; a few patrons sat in twos and threes, seemingly regulars.

"Sure, please wait a moment."

The waitress in the noodle shop was a young girl around twenty, wearing an apron. Though not very pretty, she was pleasant enough to look at. It was unclear if she was the boss's daughter or a hired waitress.

Li Weifeng casually found a seat to sit down,

The young man ahead was eating a bowl of noodles while looking at his phone, his face obscured.

He thought the young man was a bit strange but didn't pay much attention.

Behind him, two middle-aged men in their fifties were having a conversation.

"Did you hear? Old Wu's kid is gone."

"Heard it a few days ago. Poor Old Wu and his wife worked hard all their lives, had a child in their old age, saved even on pork for Qi Blood Pills to boost the kid's basic Qi Blood, hoping he'd pass the Martial Arts Examination for a bright future. That kid did well, even passed, and they thought good days were ahead. But then this happened."

"Yeah, heard that the day they got the news, Old Wu's wife went mad, sitting dazed and muttering the kid's name, ended up in the hospital."

"Who could bear such a blow? Fine before school, then gone in less than half a year; all they returned was a box of ashes and a million in compensation. If he'd known, Old Wu might not have let the kid take the Martial Arts Examination. Isn't peace better than anything?"

"Indeed, heard that the kid's instructor paid a visit, and Old Wu's wife went crazy, hit the person; but what's the use? The dead can't come back."

"Martial Artists, though privileged, high in social status, once they become one, worry-free for life. But the chances of accidents are high. Perhaps high rewards come with certain dangers."

"Exactly, since Old Wu's kid's accident, people nearby hesitate to let their kids take the Martial Arts Examination..."

Listening to the two behind him, Li Weifeng frowned slightly.

Even university students who pass the Martial Arts Examination die unexpectedly?

This rate of accidents seems quite high indeed.

Higher than ordinary people; his own father died recently in an accident, not even leaving a complete body.

Uncle Chen had warned him before, this circle is dangerous, once in, never out.

Is it because... of some dangers?

Perhaps certain dangers need Martial Artists to handle, and that might be why they are esteemed in society.

As he was pondering, the waitress brought over two bowls of beef noodles.

"Here are your beef noodles."

Li Weifeng snapped out of it, nodded at her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The two large bowls of beef noodles were hefty, with a few chopped scallions floating, swirling atop the broth.

He picked up his chopsticks, tasted a bite.

The taste was good, somewhat savory, with chewy noodles.

But Li Weifeng could clearly tell, the umami was probably from MSG.

Understandably, in this era, authentic beef noodles were rare indeed.

He didn't mind, slurped away.

The two large bowls merely filled a third of his hunger.

A bit helpless.

This world's cultivation relied on the Qi and Blood Dao, but Qi Blood couldn't be generated out of thin air, requiring massive food consumption for the body to absorb nutrients.

However, he didn't order more food.

He waved to the waitress.

"Boss, the check."

"Altogether 30 yuan."

Fifteen a bowl, not pricey in this city, though living in the suburbs contributed.

In the city center, thirty or forty would be inevitable.

"Here you go."

Paid the bill, Li Weifeng prepared to leave.

During this time, several young people entered, five males, two females, chatting and laughing, filled with youthful spirit.

"What do you all want to eat?"

"Let's have a look first."

"Boss, five pork rib noodles, two brisket noodles..."

The young group was ordering.

Li Weifeng sensed something was off, the youths seemed wary, their laughter a bit forced.

But he didn't concern himself further; human relations were too complex to sort through.

The two middle-aged men kept chatting, the young man ahead still eating and looking at his phone, the bustling market noise not far away.

"Take care."

Out of the noodle shop, Li Weifeng felt slightly helpless.

Money was running low.

With two or three thousand yuan left, this was basically his entire fortune, with no apparent income source.

He still needed to cultivate, necessitating careful budgeting.

Fortunately, in a few days, Uncle Chen would come, and once entering that circle, things might turn around.

A little girl, eight or nine years old, with a backpack and balloon, hopped by.

"Whew!"

Seeing her youthful energy, he exhaled deeply, feeling a bit more at ease.

Just about to leave, planning to buy some rice at the market.

Suddenly, a loud shout erupted from behind him.

"Get him!"

The Lanzhou noodle shop behind him erupted as the five males and two females violently attacked, unleashing their Blood Qi, palm forces slicing the air, collectively striking at the young man engrossed in his phone.

"Bastards!"

The young man furiously shouted, the table and chairs beneath him instantly shattered, his palm traced a dozen shadows in the air, enveloped in a bloody mist, blocking the group's attack.

Boom, boom, boom!

The air exploded, tempestuous winds and waves roiled inside the noodle shop, tiles beneath shattered inch by inch.

"Ah!!!"

Simultaneously, the waitress screamed, retreating in terror, fixating on the kitchen's glass door, the boss beside her stared in fear at the battle within the shop.

The two middle-aged men scrambled away, fleeing the shop in terror.

"What's going on?"

Li Weifeng stood rooted, bewildered at the battle unfolding in the noodle shop.

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