The next day.
Chenfeng Martial Hall.
Fang Qingyu got up early, first taking a taxi to the club, then driving back to the martial hall.
"How does it feel to hunt a Life Spirit for the first time?"
As soon as he stepped inside, Zheng Lin playfully looked at Fang Qingyu.
The training ground was very spacious, and there were shouts from other apprentices, so he didn't need to worry about being overheard.
"Not bad, but a lot of things were quite different from what I imagined."
Fang Qingyu recalled.
Although Life Spirits were disgusting, he didn't actually feel much about them.
Instead, he had quite deep reflections on the "coffins" and the act of hunting Life Spirits.
Listening to this, the corners of Zheng Lin's mouth curled up. "Life Spirits come in all sorts of forms. It's normal for many people to vomit and have diarrhea the first time they see a new Life Spirit. I didn't expect you to be able to fight one head-on."
"Uh, you knew?"
Fang Qingyu hadn't expected his actions from yesterday to be found out.
"The merchant guild is basically an agency outsourced by the Federation, so all operations need to be reported and recorders must be worn." Zheng Lin gave a brief explanation.
"Besides, you're a hot commodity in the Divine Management Bureau right now, and many people are watching you in secret."
Zheng Lin said with great interest.
Fang Qingyu furrowed his brow slightly and changed into his training uniform. "A hot commodity?"
"An Innate Martial Seed goes straight to becoming a martial artist, and joining the Divine Management Bureau is a done deal, so they get scrambled over by various departments from the moment they're born."
"Oh, then which department are you and Coach Lin in?"
Fang Qingyu asked thoughtfully.