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Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room.
The coffee table that had been sliced in half with a fruit knife had already been thrown out.
A new coffee table now stood in its place.
Shi Jiu wore a slightly fluffy set of cream-colored home clothes.
She lounged on the sofa, playing games.
Her waist-length hair hung loose.
A few droplets of water still dripped from the ends.
Across from her.
Jiang Fu sat with a brand-new laptop, browsing the Martial Artist Forum.
That morning.
Jiang Fu had stopped by the property management office.
Through the residential area's property butler, he had bought plenty of things.
Besides the laptop.
There were the clothes he and Shi Jiu were wearing.
As well as breakfast, daily necessities, and a fishing rod.
Then.
Jiang Fu had called in a cleaning service to take everything Ge Yanxia, Guo Fangdong, and their son had used.
And dump it all in the garbage.
As for Guo Xiaofeng's nightmare of a room, even the interior fittings had been ripped out.
Finally.
Through property management, Jiang Fu had revoked Guo Fangdong, Ge Yanxia, and Guo Xiaofeng's residential access to Blue Shore Manor Residential Area.
...And secretly granted access to Shi Jiu.
Blue Shore Manor Residential Area was an upscale community for martial artists.
Only those with residential access, or those personally escorted by a homeowner, could enter or leave.
Back then.
Guo Fangdong's family had moved in under the pretext of caring for the original owner of this body and obtained residential access.
But now.
The villa was still in Jiang Fu's name.
Jiang Fu was already eighteen.
As a homeowner, he naturally had the right to revoke their access.
Now.
Jiang Fu browsed the posts on the Martial Artist Forum.
At last, he gained a real understanding of this world's martial artists.
Especially how their levels were classified.
Martial artists cultivated blood energy, with three tiers in total.
A qi-blood value between one hundred and one thousand made someone a beginner martial artist.
A qi-blood value between one thousand and ten thousand made someone an intermediate martial artist.
A qi-blood value over ten thousand made someone an advanced martial artist!
Beyond blood energy lay the Transcendent Realm.
By condensing blood energy into true qi, one could transcend mortality and attain sainthood!
The same principle applied to psychic masters.
Those with spirit power between one hundred and one thousand were beginner mentalists.
Those with spirit power between one thousand and ten thousand were intermediate mentalists.
Those with spirit power exceeding ten thousand were advanced mentalists.
Condensing spirit power into psychokinesis made one transcendent.
At this point.
Jiang Fu couldn't help glancing at the girl across from him.
So she was transcendent!
Shi Jiu noticed his gaze.
She looked up at him. "What's wrong?"
Jiang Fu muttered discontentedly, "I thought psychic masters just weren't worth much... Turns out he simply didn't think much of me."
Shi Jiu looked startled. "Who? Who didn't think much of you?"
Was he blind?
Jiang Fu answered honestly, "Supervisor Shen from the Martial Artist Guild."
"I thought he hadn't invited me to join the Martial Artist Guild because psychic masters weren't any good, not as good as ordinary martial artists."
"Now it looks like he just didn't think much of me."
Shi Jiu moved closer.
She patted Jiang Fu gently on the shoulder. "Then he's a lousy judge of talent."
"But that's fine. I've got your back."
Jiang Fu nodded. "Okay!"
He couldn't help recalling the slash Shi Jiu had unleashed on that unknown mutated beast.
...And the blade intent left inside the battle knife!
If I kept studying the blade intent inside the battle knife.
Could I develop blade intent of my own...?
Admittedly, Jiang Fu really wanted to become a Sword Immortal who soared through the skies on a flying sword.
But Shi Jiu's saber skills were pretty cool too.
How about... one saber and one sword?
"Oh, right."
Suddenly, something else occurred to Jiang Fu.
"I'm heading to the hospital. Anything you want me to bring back?"
Time to buy vitality pills!
He had just looked up plenty of information about vitality pills on the Martial Artist Forum.
In the end, he confirmed that buying them at a hospital was the cheapest option.
Although Jiang Fu now had over six million in his bank account.
There would be plenty of things he needed to spend money on in the future.
He should save wherever he could.
Though Shi Jiu could move now.
Her body was still weak, without the slightest strength.
She could only stay home.
Shi Jiu considered for a moment. "Hmm... I'd like some sweet and sour ribs."
Jiang Fu took out a little notebook and carefully wrote it down. "Anything else?"
Shi Jiu said, "...Crystal shrimp and cream mini cakes."
"That's all."
"Okay."
Jiang Fu put his notebook away. "I'll head out, then."
"Mm."
Before long.
Jiang Fu had changed his clothes and left the villa.
Shi Jiu was his backer, after all.
Though she had no physical strength.
Her transcendent-level psychokinesis was no joke.
Besides.
Blue Shore Manor Residential Area had an excellent security system.
No one would dare cause trouble here.
On this outing.
Jiang Fu didn't trouble Li Dazhi again.
The man had his own life to live, after all.
He had already taken up an entire afternoon of his time yesterday.
After spending three years bedridden in his previous life.
Jiang Fu was now very fond of walking on his own two legs.
He wore a navy tracksuit and white sneakers.
Following the route in his memories.
He headed toward District Nine People's Hospital.
This trip to the hospital.
Wasn't just about vitality pills.
There was also Guo Fangdong's family.
And while he was at it, he would find out... exactly who Old Wu was.
The seven people who had hunted him yesterday had all died in the Wilderness Area.
Old Wu would definitely be on his guard.
Although Jiang Fu had covered his tracks well.
And practically no one knew he had killed them.
Those seven had still died because of Jiang Fu.
Old Wu would surely hold a grudge against him and resort to even harsher measures.
With Jiang Fu's current speed.
Even without going all out, he soon reached District Nine People's Hospital.
Though he drew quite a few sidelong looks along the way.
He wasn't wearing that conspicuous school uniform.
So most people took it in stride.
After all, there were plenty of martial artists in the city.
Inside the hospital.
Jiang Fu swept his spirit power through the building.
But found no sign of Guo Fangdong, Ge Yanxia, or Guo Xiaofeng.
He couldn't help frowning.
Right, District Nine People's Hospital is just a civilian hospital, not one dedicated to martial artists.
They must have transferred to a martial artist hospital.
Realization dawned on Jiang Fu.
Along with a hint of disappointment.
There was no way Guo Fangdong's family would stay in a civilian hospital like this.
Besides.
Their conditions... were indeed somewhat tricky.
Jiang Fu shook his head and returned to his ward.
"Huh?"
"Where's my medical chart?"
He searched the room, only to discover that the chart originally hanging at the foot of his bed was gone.
Did a doctor or nurse notice I'd left and take it away?
"Hey, Nurse!"
Just then, Jiang Fu's eyes lit up.
He spotted the young nurse who had looked after him in the ward before.
At the sight of Jiang Fu, the young nurse's brows shot up in anger.
She snapped, "Jiang Fu, where did you go last night?"
"Do you realize how dangerous your condition is? If something happened to you out there..."
Jiang Fu coughed. "I went out to earn money..."
The young nurse paused. "Earn money?"
Jiang Fu nodded. "Yeah. Didn't you say I needed vitality pills to cure my illness?"
"I couldn't just sit here and wait to die."
The young nurse stared blankly for a moment. "Then... did you earn any?"
Jiang Fu frowned. "I did!"
"But my medical chart is missing."
Jiang Fu had looked it up on the Martial Artist Forum.
District Nine People's Hospital supplied Vitality Pills, but patients needed a matching medical record to buy them at 40 percent off.
Only then did the young nurse breathe a sigh of relief.
She gave Jiang Fu a thumbs-up.
"Three hundred thousand in a single day! No wonder you dared to head into the Wilderness Area right after becoming a Martial Artist. You're a little genius!"
"The cleaner must have taken your medical record by mistake."
"But that's all right. It was just a copy. I'll get you another one."
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