Father

Lin Mu's consciousness withdrew from the virtual space, and his figure walked outward.

Although Wang Tao knew about Lin Mu's results here, he didn't disturb him too much.

Because he understood very well that Lin Mu's personality tended to be solitary.

Too much attention would instead make him uncomfortable.

After leaving the Virtual Duel Hall, Lin Mu headed home.

After washing up, he changed his clothes.

The day after tomorrow was when the Training Camp started.

Before that, he still had one thing to do.

Coming downstairs, Lin Mu boarded a bus.

Soon, he arrived at the entrance of a Sanatorium.

After a simple registration, he stepped inside the Sanatorium.

Before long, he came before a single-patient room.

His mood was somewhat complicated.

He was not the owner of this body.

Yet he was using this body!

And inside the ward was his father.

A former Third-Order Martial Artist!

But after one mission, he ended up here.

Lin Mu opened the door and walked in.

A Middle-aged Man lay on the hospital bed, his face pale, his figure gaunt.

The man bore some resemblance to Lin Mu.

Approaching his side, Lin Mu felt a stir in his heart.

Although he was a soul inhabiting a borrowed corpse, when he saw the man, many memories surged within him.

For a moment, it was as if he was Lin Mu.

And the man before him was indeed his father.

"Dad!" Lin Mu called out.

The man's eyes remained tightly shut.

Lin Mu spoke to himself: "I'm about to leave here soon. After the Training Camp, I'll directly take the Martial Arts Exam. With my current results, I have a good chance of getting into the best martial school in the province!"

"I remember you told me when I was little, if I could get into the best martial school in the province, you'd take me to Dragon Capital to play. But with your situation now, it probably won't be possible anymore!"

"That's fine! Once my cultivation improves, I'll take you to play!"

Lin Mu grasped his hand, his nose stinging slightly.

His memories with the man were vivid before his eyes.

Although he was somewhat rigid, he had always been good to Lin Mu.

He was also someone Lin Mu deeply respected.

After saying this, Lin Mu stood up, intending to leave.

But just as he stepped out of the room, a woman dressed in white was walking toward him.

"Lin Mu, you're here!"

Lin Mu nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the woman. He knew she was his father's caregiver.

She was the one who looked after his father on a daily basis.

"How has my father been lately?"

"Still the same as always. No one knows when he'll wake up," the woman explained.

"I remember the country has a rule—if the children of martial artists injured in the line of duty achieve certain accomplishments, they can apply for a higher level of treatment. Is that right?"

Lin Mu asked.

The woman nodded slightly, though she found it a bit strange.

Because in her impression, Lin Mu's talent wasn't anything special.

Let alone achieving something—even getting into a second-tier school would be a stretch.

"Barring any accidents, I should be able to get into Sacred Origin Martial School in a month. When that happens, can I apply for my father?" Lin Mu asked.

The woman's expression shifted noticeably.

"Sacred Origin Martial School?"

"You're not joking?"

"What's there to joke about?" Lin Mu said with a smile.

"If you really can get into Sacred Origin Martial School, then naturally you can apply. But that school isn't easy to get into!" the woman explained.

Lin Mu nodded slightly. "I know."

"Keep it up! Your big sister knows you're filial, but don't put too much pressure on yourself!" the woman said.

Lin Mu nodded, exchanged a few more words with her, then left the place.

The woman watched Lin Mu's retreating figure, her expression shifting slightly. Even though she didn't believe his words, she still felt that Lin Mu was different from before.

She shook her head slightly, walked over to the middle-aged man, and said slowly, "Old Lin, did you hear that? Your son wants to get into Sacred Origin Martial School. I wonder how interesting his expression will be if he really does make it in!"

As she finished speaking, the Heart Rate Monitor beside the middle-aged man twitched slightly.

Clearly, her words had given the man a great shock.

If Lin Mu were here, he would certainly be very puzzled. Wasn't him getting into Sacred Origin Martial School a good thing?

Why would it make his father react like this!?

After leaving that place, Lin Mu returned home. He didn't know what the situation was at the Training Camp.

For now, all he could do was improve his score on the Martial Arts Exam as much as possible.

He sat in his room and took out book after book.

The Martial Arts Exam also required a cultural score.

Naturally, he needed to spend time studying.

A day passed quickly. With the help of the system, Lin Mu's theoretical knowledge improved greatly.

Stretching his waist, Lin Mu walked outside.

"I wonder what the situation is like inside the Training Camp," Lin Mu thought to himself.

Once again, he went downstairs and took a bus. About an hour later, he arrived at the gate of the Ministry of Education.

Quite a few figures were already waiting there.

When Bai Fan saw Lin Mu, a smile appeared on his face.

"You're here pretty early!"

"Since it's such an important training session, I have to take it seriously," Lin Mu said.

Bai Fan nodded. "The training is indeed somewhat difficult, and there's a certain mortality rate. Be careful above all else!"

Lin Mu nodded.

As the two of them chatted, several figures happened to walk toward them.

When one of them saw Lin Mu, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Lin Mu's face showed an indifferent expression as he looked back at him.

Zhao Shun let out a cold snort, as if in his eyes, Lin Mu was already a dead man.

Bai Fan also noticed his gaze but said nothing more.

Because he knew very well that this was a personal grudge between Lin Mu and him.

As more and more figures arrived at the scene, several figures also walked to the main gate of the Ministry of Education.

The auras of these people were extremely fierce; even a single glance from them could inspire fear.

"I believe everyone here already knows what's about to happen!"

"There is a mortality rate inside the Training Camp. Anyone who doesn't want to participate can withdraw now!" the leading Old Man said coldly.

His voice carried a sense of authority, extremely imposing.

After waiting a moment and hearing no one speak, he waved a single hand, and several figures walked toward them.

These people carried trays with paper and pens on them.

"Everyone participating in the Training Camp, sign the Life-and-Death Waiver!"

Seeing this, Lin Mu felt a stir in his heart.

This was the first time he had encountered something like this.

He could also clearly sense that the Training Camp was no simple matter.

He signed his name on the paper.

Lin Mu's gaze looked forward.

The Old Man's gaze was also observing the crowd. After everyone had signed, his voice came through once more.

"Everyone, follow me!"

As his words fell, his figure strode toward the interior of the Ministry of Education.

The group followed behind him. Before long, they arrived at a plaza, where a Formation had been set up, streaks of light flickering across it.

Just as the crowd stepped into it, waves of Source Force surged from the Formation, and a pressure bore down upon them!