Who? Jiang Fu?! Wasn't He Dead?!

009

Leaving the Villa district.

After walking some distance.

Jiang Fu finally hailed a taxi.

When the driver saw Jiang Fu wearing Ninth High School's uniform,

he instantly became incredibly enthusiastic. "Student, you're from Ninth High School? Heading back to school?"

Ninth High School was the best high school in Bincheng District Nine.

It was also the only school in District Nine with a Martial Arts Department.

Students of Ninth High School had a high chance of becoming Martial Artists in the future!

Jiang Fu opened the door and sat in the back seat.

"Not going to school. To the Martial Artist Guild."

The moment he heard the words "Martial Artist Guild," the driver's eyes widened.

A possibility involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"You're going to the Martial Artist Guild..."

Jiang Fu did not hide it. "For Martial Artist Certification."

The driver's eyes lit up. "Martial Artist Certification!?"

He became completely excited.

"Alright!"

"Sit tight, kid. We're heading out right now!"

The next moment,

the driver stepped on the accelerator.

The taxi shot forward like an arrow.

The driver had never imagined

that he would pick up a student heading to the Martial Artist Guild for certification!

Martial Artists!

They possessed an extremely high social status.

Not only did Martial Artists possess formidable strength, they were also guardians who protected cities and ordinary people.

In many people's eyes,

the cities could develop steadily and peacefully

only because Martial Artists ventured into the Wilderness Zone to hunt Mutated Beasts and gather resources.

"As expected of a Ninth High School student, so accomplished at such a young age!"

"Hey, kid, how old are you to have already become a Martial Artist?"

The driver's voice carried excitement and a trace of respect.

Jiang Fu answered honestly, "Eighteen."

"An eighteen-year-old Martial Artist!?"

The driver grew even more excited.

An eighteen-year-old Martial Artist!

In Bincheng District Nine, he was absolutely among the geniuses.

Getting into a Martial Arts University and becoming a martial arts powerhouse was practically guaranteed.

Along the way,

the driver chattered endlessly, talking to Jiang Fu about this and that.

Jiang Fu watched the scenery outside while occasionally responding to him.

As the taxi kept moving,

the high-rise buildings on both sides gradually disappeared.

In their place was scenery much like the countryside from his previous life.

Farmland, orchards, livestock farms, and the like.

Though their scale was not particularly large.

Suddenly,

Jiang Fu felt the surroundings darken.

He looked through the windshield.

At the end of the earth, a vast expanse of gray mountains suddenly rose, stretching endlessly.

As the car continued forward, they gradually rose higher,

becoming the boundary between heaven and earth.

This was Bin City's city wall.

It stood three hundred meters tall and was fully fifty meters thick.

It had been built from an incredibly sturdy core.

It was nearly indestructible and could withstand invasions by high-level Realm Beasts.

It kept the Wilderness outside the city.

It was precisely because such protective walls existed

that ordinary people could live within the urban districts without being slaughtered by Mutated Beasts or even Realm Beasts.

"We're here, kid!"

In front of the Martial Artist Guild's entrance,

the taxi came to a stop.

Jiang Fu asked, "Sir, how much?"

The driver waved a hand. "No need, no need!"

"Once you get into a Martial Arts University and become strong, just kill a few more Mutated Beasts!"

"Oh, right, let's exchange contact information."

"Whenever you need a ride, I guarantee I'll come as soon as you call!"

As he spoke,

the driver pulled out his phone.

Jiang Fu's expression stiffened.

A phone?

The original owner had never had one.

As for Jiang Fu...

In his previous life, ALS had left him bedridden and paralyzed for three years.

He had long since lost any concept of phones.

Seeing his expression, the driver could not help asking, "You don't have a phone?"

Jiang Fu said somewhat awkwardly, "I really don't..."

The driver gave him a thumbs-up. "No wonder you became a Martial Artist at such a young age!"

"Unlike my Li Haotian, who spends every day glued to his phone and never tries to improve himself!"

Jiang Fu coughed. "Sir, you can give me your contact information. I'll get in touch after I buy a phone."

He glanced around.

There did not seem to be any taxis near the Martial Artist Guild's security exit.

Ordinary people rarely came here.

As for Martial Artists...

They all drove themselves.

And they needed to drive when entering the Wilderness Area as well.

The driver's eyes lit up.

He hurriedly pulled a card from the storage compartment beside him and eagerly handed it to Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu accepted the business card.

Li Dazhi.

Contact information: 135xxxxxxxx

Jiang Fu glanced at it, then put the card away.

He stood by the roadside and watched the taxi gradually disappear into the distance.

An indescribable feeling arose in his heart.

"This world doesn't seem as bad as I imagined."

No matter what the reason was,

at least,

Jiang Fu had felt kindness from a stranger.

The Martial Artist Guild was built beside the security exit.

It was a seven-story building.

It covered an enormous area.

Beyond the first floor's main entrance was a vast hall.

Besides the Martial Artist Guild's reception desk,

there were many other areas.

Rest area, lodging area, dining area, entertainment area, training area, trading area.

It was now 14:35 in the afternoon.

There were not many people in the first-floor hall.

Jiang Fu walked to the Martial Artist Guild's reception desk.

He lightly tapped on the counter.

"Hello."

"Ah!"

The young receptionist in uniform had been looking down at her phone. Startled by the sound, she jumped.

She hurriedly put away her phone and looked up at Jiang Fu.

"Eh... it's you? Jiang Fu."

Jiang Fu was taken aback. "You know me?"

At the same time, he glanced at the name tag on her chest.

Martial Artist Guild receptionist, Xu Lulu.

Xu Lulu rolled her eyes at him.

"Jiang Fu, you certainly have a poor memory for someone important."

"The last time you came for Martial Artist Certification, I was the one who received you!"

Jiang Fu gave an "Ah," then smiled somewhat awkwardly.

Xu Lulu became serious. "You came this time to..."

Jiang Fu composed himself. "Someone maliciously canceled my Martial Artist registration."

"I came for Secondary Certification."

Xu Lulu frowned. "Maliciously canceled?"

Jiang Fu nodded without explaining further.

Xu Lulu picked up the phone beside her. "Alright, wait a moment."

Then,

she explained Jiang Fu's situation to the person on the other end.

Immediately afterward,

Jiang Fu heard an astonished voice from the other end of the call.

"What did you say?!"

"Who? Jiang Fu?"

"Jiang Fu from Class 10, Section 7 of Ninth High School, Old Xu's class!?"

"He came to the Martial Artist Guild for Secondary Certification?!"

"Are you sure it's Jiang Fu?"

"Wasn't he dead?!"

Xu Lulu looked at Jiang Fu in confusion.

Jiang Fu rubbed his nose.

"Well... I didn't quite die."

The person on the other end seemed to realize he had lost his composure.

He hurriedly steadied his tone. "Alright. Bring him to the Martial Artist Certification Hall on the second floor."

Xu Lulu put down the phone and said apologetically, "Supervisor Shen drank too much at lunch. Don't take it to heart."

"I'll take you to the Martial Artist Certification Hall."

As she spoke,

Xu Lulu left the reception desk.

She gestured for Jiang Fu to follow.

Second floor.

The guild supervisor's office.

Shen Yan put down the phone.

He muttered, "This is insane. After suffering such severe injuries, not only did she survive, she even came for Secondary Certification as a Martial Artist!"

As he spoke.

He cautiously glanced at the girl sitting on the sofa across from him.

She was wearing the Ninth High School uniform.

She wore a black baseball cap, its brim pulled low.

Only a small patch of her pale chin was visible.

With one leg crossed over the other, she was looking down at her phone.

The girl did not look up.

Clearly, she had no interest in what Shen Yan was saying.