Martial Artist Certification

Zhu Ping'an's Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed up and down. He was startled by his own guess—if it turned out to be right, that would be absolutely incredible!

He climbed up to the rooftop of the residential complex, a bold idea forming in his mind.

Relying on the agile physique of a First-Rank Warrior, Zhu Ping'an executed a full three-and-a-half rotation free spin on the 24-story rooftop, then began his free fall.

As he passed the fifth floor, he happened to catch a glimpse of Zhu Kaixin's terrified little face.

"Mom, I think my brother wants to be a hero!" Zhu Kaixin exclaimed.

The moment the words left his mouth, a dull thud sounded from outside the window. Zhu Kaixin craned his neck and saw Zhu Ping'an sprawled out on the lawn of the complex, limbs splayed in all directions.

The immense impact made Zhu Ping'an's vision go black, and he passed out on the spot—but he did so with a smile on his face.

Because just as he was about to hit the ground, a crosswind had blown in from somewhere, carrying him from what should have been concrete onto the grass.

This proved that his guess was correct!

When Zhu Ping'an woke up, the first thing that met his eyes was the white hospital sheets. His entire body ached as if it had been run over by a truck.

"Bro, you're awake?" Zhu Kaixin, who had been keeping vigil by the bedside, let out a sigh and discreetly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Ah, my hopes of inheriting the family fortune alone have been dashed."

"Ping'an! What's wrong with you, child! You scared your mother to death! I didn't dare go play mahjong all night!" Xia Yue said, her eyes red as she spoke.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I was trying to practice a martial technique and accidentally slipped and fell." Zhu Ping'an rubbed his nose, planning to brush it off. He couldn't exactly tell Xia Yue he was testing some plotline, could he?

But feeling the pain in his body, a faint sense of lingering fear crept into Zhu Ping'an's heart. He had been too impulsive last night. Not dying didn't mean living well—after all, living as a vegetable was still living.

And while the existence of the plot meant he wouldn't die prematurely, if he went too far, whether he'd end up missing an arm or a leg was anyone's guess.

"Kaixin, go call the doctor quickly!"

Urged on by Xia Yue, Zhu Kaixin soon brought back Zhu Ping'an's attending physician. The doctor first ran various instruments over Zhu Ping'an for an examination, then handed him a collection tube and some other items.

"Alright, take these and go to the bathroom to test your stool."

"Doctor, I can't swallow it."

The doctor's body stiffened at the words, and he stared wide-eyed at Zhu Ping'an.

In his decades of medical practice, this was the first time he'd heard such a twisted response.

He had just woken up from a coma after jumping off a building, and the doctor told him to swallow stool—Zhu Ping'an had never heard such a strange request in his life.

The old man and the young man stared at each other, both thinking the other wasn't quite right in the head.

In the end, the doctor gave in first. Remembering he only had two and a half years until retirement, he held back!

He patiently explained, "I meant for you to take the specimen box, go to the bathroom, collect a small piece of stool, and bring it for testing. Do you understand now?"

"Oh, oh! If you put it that way, I get it! Why didn't you say so earlier!" Zhu Ping'an tried moving his body. Though it hurt a bit, it was clearly nothing serious. He then ducked into the bathroom.

"Doctor, how is my son?" Xia Yue asked anxiously.

"Thanks to him being a First-Rank Warrior, an ordinary person falling from the 24th floor would be dead even if they hit the grass. We'll run a stool test to check for blood; if there's none, he can be discharged. His body is fine, but..."

The doctor frowned, then slowly relaxed his expression.

"I'd suggest, if you have time, it'd be best to have him see a psychiatrist."

Just then, Zhu Ping'an emerged from the bathroom. In his hands, he carefully carried a paper bowl, on which was written in imitation Song font: "Great taste, naturally more popular." And inside the bowl was a full serving of stool.

"Doctor, the container you gave me was too small—I couldn't fit it in, so I swapped it for a bigger one. Where do I take this for testing?" Zhu Ping'an asked.

The doctor's face instantly turned green: "Ms. Xia, I strongly recommend you take him to a psychiatrist right now!"

Xia Yue's face also turned a bit green, and Zhu Kaixin wished he could find a crack in the floor to crawl into. The two quickly dragged Zhu Ping'an away.

By the time Zhu Ping'an left the hospital, he had become infamous there for all eternity—and in a very literal, physical sense.

Qingcheng First Hospital began circulating the legend of a madman who carried around stool...

After resting for a day, Zhu Ping'an felt that his injuries had mostly healed. He set out early in the morning for the Qingcheng Martial Artist Association.

Every city had its own Martial Artist Association, existing to serve martial artists. Once someone became a First-Rank Warrior, they could register and get certified there.

After certification, martial artists could take on various well-paying missions, purchase materials needed for cultivation, and acquire weapons and equipment.

Of course, if you wanted women, that could also be arranged—after all, martial artists had vigorous Qi and blood, so strong desires were normal.

But Zhu Ping'an had an even more important reason for coming: after becoming a martial artist, the association would provide one free weapon and one free martial technique. That was why he was here today.

As Zhu Ping'an walked in, many people looked at him with surprise.

It was rare to see such a young face at the Martial Artist Association. People his age were usually still in Martial Arts High School.

"Hello, I'm here to register as a martial artist."

Zhu Ping'an approached the registration desk, where a slightly plump young woman sat. Black stockings perfectly wrapped her rounded thighs.

Seeing Zhu Ping'an, her eyes lit up instantly. She couldn't help leaning forward, her chest on full display.

A martial artist this young, and handsome too—this was a solid investment!

"Hello, please follow me~" She led Zhu Ping'an to a testing center.

A First-Rank Warrior possessed the strength of a thousand jun. For every hundred points of Qi and Blood Value, another thousand jun of strength was added. When one reached ten thousand jun, that was the peak of the First-Rank.

Thus, the test was simple. A thousand jun meant thirty thousand jin. Zhu Ping'an threw a fierce punch at a professional testing machine, and the final reading settled at 56212.

The testing assistant beside him covered her small mouth in surprise—such... immense strength.

A punch exceeding fifty thousand jin—clearly, he had been a First-Rank Warrior for some time now.

"Congratulations, your warrior certification has passed. Please follow me; I'll issue your warrior identity token."

The assistant's gaze was as soft as water, her eyes brimming with affection as she looked at Zhu Ping'an, as if she wished she could devour him whole.

Returning to the certification office, after a flurry of keystrokes on the computer, the assistant gently handed Zhu Ping'an his warrior token. Along with it, she passed him a business card.

"With the warrior token, you can go to the Martial Skill Pavilion and the Armory Pavilion to collect the national benefits. As for that card... that's my personal contact info. Make sure to get in touch, little brother."