Martial Artists in This World Were Either Tycoons or Suckers

Shen Yan hurriedly explained, "The one here for certification this time is a Psychic Master."

He carefully watched the girl's expression. "Is there a problem with Psychic Masters?"

Shi Jiu rolled the file bag in her hand into a tube and casually tucked it into her school uniform pants pocket.

Then, she took the black Martial Artist Badge symbolizing her identity as a Martial Artist.

And hung it from the zipper of her jacket.

"Anything is fine."

"Sorry to trouble you, Supervisor Shen."

"I'll be leaving now."

Shen Yan said somewhat nervously, "No trouble, no trouble at all!"

"Take care, Student Shi!"

Only after the girl had left.

Did Shen Yan finally relax slightly.

Just as he was about to sit down in his office chair.

The girl's voice suddenly rang out beside Shen Yan's ear.

"Don't mention what happened today to anyone."

Shen Yan sprang to his feet almost on reflex.

"Rest assured, Student Shi. I'll keep my mouth shut and won't tell anyone!"

The girl's voice did not sound again.

Only then did Shen Yan collapse into his office chair.

Cold sweat instantly poured from his head and body.

"This Little Ancestor is even scarier than she was a year ago..."

After a long while.

Shen Yan finally caught his breath.

With a bitter smile, he picked up Jiang Fu's file bag and Martial Artist Badge.

Then staggered out of the Office.

Inside the certification hall.

Jiang Fu looked at the suddenly appearing Shen Yan.

Unable to help himself, he asked, "Supervisor Shen, did you go take a shower?"

Shen Yan's temples throbbed a few times. "Mm."

He handed the Martial Artist Badge and the Martial Artist Certification file bag to Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu took them and instinctively said, "That was fast?"

The first time he came for certification, it had taken three hours.

At noon.

Jiang Fu had looked it up online.

A Martial Artist's Secondary Certification followed the same process and took the same amount of time as the initial certification.

But this time.

He had only waited around fifteen minutes.

Shen Yan looked slightly unnatural. "You got lucky."

Jiang Fu froze. "Lucky?"

The speed of Martial Artist Certification had something to do with luck?

Shen Yan looked even more unnatural. "It's nothing."

Jiang Fu let out an "Oh."

He rolled the file bag in his hand into a tube and tucked it into his pants pocket.

Then he hung the Martial Artist Badge from the zipper of his school uniform jacket.

When Shen Yan saw that.

The corner of his eye twitched violently.

Jiang Fu looked at Shen Yan and said, "Supervisor Shen, if there's nothing else, I'll be going?"

Shen Yan nodded expressionlessly.

Jiang Fu said, "I'm really leaving."

Shen Yan said, "Mm."

Jiang Fu said, "Goodbye, Supervisor Shen."

Shen Yan said, "Goodbye."

Jiang Fu said, "..."

Seeing Shen Yan sitting there like a statue.

Jiang Fu could only leave the certification hall reluctantly.

At the same time, he felt a tiny bit disappointed.

"Looks like Psychic Masters don't hold as high a position among Martial Artists as I imagined."

"I thought Supervisor Shen would offer me some terms and take the chance to recruit me."

"Then again, Psychic Masters aren't Sequence Martial Artists."

Jiang Fu absentmindedly left the second floor.

When Xu Lulu saw Jiang Fu trudging down the stairs with his head lowered.

She was just about to ask something.

When she suddenly spotted the golden Martial Artist Badge on his jacket zipper.

Her eyes widened. "Jiang Fu, you finished your certification so quickly?"

Jiang Fu pursed his lips. "Supervisor Shen said I got lucky."

Xu Lulu was baffled. "What does certification time have to do with luck?"

Jiang Fu spread his hands. "Who knows?"

"Oh, right, Sister Xu. Where can I get online?"

Xu Lulu pointed toward the entertainment area on the other side. "There's an Internet Cafe in the entertainment area."

"Thanks, Sister Xu."

Jiang Fu answered.

Then ran impatiently toward the entertainment area.

Xu Lulu watched Jiang Fu's departing figure.

And could not help scratching her head.

"Why do I feel like Jiang Fu looks kind of familiar?"

"Ah, right. A girl just came down from the second floor too. She seemed to be wearing Ninth High School's uniform, and she had the same look on her face..."

At this time.

There were not many people in the entertainment area of the guild hall.

Jiang Fu passed the KTV, billiards hall, spa club...

And finally.

Arrived at the Internet Cafe at the very back.

A moment later.

He backed out again with a look of utter misery.

"Eight hundred yuan an hour to get online!"

"Why don't you just rob people!"

The Internet Cafe attendant looked at Jiang Fu's school uniform.

Then said seriously, "Robbery isn't as profitable as running an Internet Cafe."

"Go on, get lost. Why are you trying to get online if you don't have money?"

Feeling the coins in his pocket.

Jiang Fu could only leave indignantly.

As he passed the spa club.

A man with a scar across his face happened to walk out.

The instant the Scarred Man saw Jiang Fu, his expression changed.

He reflexively ducked aside.

Watching Jiang Fu walk away, he hurriedly took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Brother Wu! Guess who I saw?"

The person on the other end of the call was clearly impatient. "Spit it out."

The Scarred Man hurriedly said, "It's Jiang Fu! He's not dead!"

"Jiang Fu? You saw Jiang Fu? Where is he now?"

"On the first floor of the Martial Artist Guild!"

"Follow him closely. See where he goes and report to me at all times."

"Alright!"

District Nine People's Hospital.

Outside Jiang Fu's VIP Ward.

The man's face, which had been gloomy to the extreme, slowly calmed.

"So he went to the Martial Artist Guild."

"Looks like he wanted to undergo Secondary Certification as a Martial Artist."

"Old Guo was right. That kid must have stepped in some dog shit and eaten a Spiritual Fruit..."

Jiang Fu did not immediately leave the Martial Artist Guild building.

Instead, he wandered around the public area of the first-floor hall.

"A normal-sized backpack costs eighteen thousand eight hundred eighty-eight!"

"A set of low-grade Combat Suit costs one hundred twenty-three thousand!"

"A low-grade Battle Knife costs sixty-six thousand six hundred sixty-six!"

"A phone costs twenty-three thousand three hundred thirty-three!"

"An Energy Pill that can be eaten as a meal costs nine hundred ninety-eight!"

"And... a Vitality Pill... five hundred thousand!?"

"Wasn't it three hundred thousand?"

Looking at the prices in the trading area, Jiang Fu could not help sucking in a breath of cold air.

The Martial Artist Guild also sold Vitality Pills.

But they cost two hundred thousand more.

"And everything I'm looking at now is basic starter equipment for Martial Artists!"

Then he looked at the purchase prices, at Red-tailed Rat tails bought for two hundred yuan each.

Jiang Fu could not help muttering softly, "Martial Artists in this world... were either tycoons or suckers!"

"Forget it, I'm not looking anymore."

"If I keep looking, my Dao heart will suffer."

"I should go make money first."

"I just wonder whether my balance can Multiply by Ten."

With that thought.

Jiang Fu left the Martial Artist Guild hall.

Seeing this, the Scarred Man who had been hiding in the corner quickly followed.

"Hm?"

"He actually went to the emergency exit... Is he heading to the Wilderness Area?"

The Scarred Man hurriedly sent the news to Old Wu.

After receiving the message, Old Wu was first stunned, then overjoyed.

"Going to the Wilderness Area again? That kid really never learns."

"Zhao Dapeng! Take a few brothers to the Wilderness Area and kill that kid directly."

"This time, there's no need to leave a complete corpse. Just bring back his head!"

Outside the Martial Artist Guild building.

The Scarred Man, Zhao Dapeng, licked his lips, a bloodthirsty gleam appearing in his eyes.

Martial Artist Guild building.

Inside the certification hall on the second floor.

Shen Yan blinked.

He had the vague feeling that he had forgotten something.

"No!"

"Something's not right!!"

"Holy shit!!"

"Jiang Fu!!"

"That kid is a Psychic Master!"

"And he's only eighteen, yet his initial Spirit Power already reached 1000!"

"How could I have let him leave just like that?!"

The next instant.

Shen Yan's figure turned into a blur.

He shot after him in an instant.

However.

There was already no sign of Jiang Fu near the Martial Artist Guild.

Shen Yan could not help stamping his feet and pounding his chest.