Jiang Fan turned his head sharply, his eyes filled with fear and vigilance.
The person dressed as an office worker would naturally take note of this.
He raised an eyebrow and said, "No wonder you are the top scorer in the college entrance examination that is the focus of attention throughout Huaxia, and no wonder you are the person that Yan Shuai has taken a liking to. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid I would have stumbled on you."
If I were to really stumble on you, you brat, and that gets back to the Divine Wind Camp, then I, Wei San, would be utterly disgraced.
Is he a member of the Divine Wind Camp?
After making his judgment, Jiang Fan's vigilance lessened somewhat.
"Are you Divine Wind Guard?"
"Um."
Wei San nodded and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Wei San, and I am the commander of the Divine Wind Camp."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan was slightly taken aback, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.
He had discerned the other person's identity as a member of the Divine Wind Guard from their words, but he hadn't expected them to be the commander of the Divine Wind Camp.
The highest-ranking person in the Divine Wind Camp was the commander-in-chief, followed by the thirteen commanders.
Seeing that Jiang Fan didn't extend his hand for a long time, Wei San assumed that he didn't believe him, so he took out his own identification and showed it to him.
Jiang Fan carefully examined and compared the documents. The photo on the document matched the person in front of him, and some other related information did not seem to be fake.
But in the end, he couldn't help but ask again, "Are you really the commander of the Divine Wind Camp?"
He had never seen the Divine Wind Guard's identification, and even if he had, given the level of forgery technology in this day and age, he wouldn't have been able to distinguish it from theirs.
Wei San did not answer Jiang Fan's question directly, but said, "Yesterday, Yan Shuai learned from Master Li that you have advanced to the Middle-Stage Second Rank and are willing to go to the Zhou Family Cultivation Secret Realm. Therefore, he specifically instructed me to personally escort you to Fortress No. 1 to prevent any accidents on the way."
After hearing these words, Jiang Fan was certain of the other party's identity.
Because whether it was his breakthrough to the Middle-Stage Second Rank or his trip to the Zhou Family Cultivation Secret Realm, only a handful of people knew about it, and outsiders simply couldn't possibly know.
Why didn't you say so sooner?
It's kept him on edge ever since.
Wei San shrugged, looking completely innocent.
"I didn't mean to scare you. There were so many people around, it wasn't convenient to say anything. Besides, you suddenly attacked me without saying a word, and without any regard for the consequences, you attacked my temple with your Psychic Power. If I had reacted any slower, tsk tsk tsk—the consequences would have been unimaginable."
As he spoke, he examined the needle-like object, as thin as a cow's hair, in his hand.
He had recognized the thing as the thorns of the Ice Flame Hedgehog earlier. This kind of monster is very rare, born at the Four Star, and possesses both ice and fire attributes.
If you were to be pierced by this thing, even just by a puncture to the skin, you would feel as if you were being tormented repeatedly between an ice cave and a volcano.
If he wasn't mistaken, this thing should have been given to Jiang Fan by Master Li.
"Then you can't blame me. You appeared behind me without a word; anyone would think you had ulterior motives. I even thought you were from the Church of Justice."
As the conversation reached this point, several people carrying suitcases walked towards them.
Neither of them spoke again immediately.
Jiang Fan's berth was at the top. After putting his suitcase away, he climbed into his berth, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
In fact, he had been sleeping very lightly the whole way, and after what happened with Wei San, he was even more vigilant.
So when the car pulled into the station, he was fully awake.
Although Wei San, who was responsible for protecting him, was incredibly powerful, he didn't want to completely entrust his life to someone else.
Wei San was in the middle berth, and his eyes were a little dark.
All of this was caused by rushing. He was not Yan Tianyang, nor did he have Yan Tianyang's heaven-defying strength, which allowed him to travel back and forth from Fortress No. 1 to Fortress No. 31 in just a few hours and return still full of energy.
"Ha--"
So sleepy, going to bed.
Wei San pulled the covers up and fell asleep.
I don't know how much time passed before we arrived at the next stop, Fortress No. 30.
The car doors opened, and more people boarded one after another.
One particularly conspicuous figure was a fat man wearing patched clothes. He carried a snakeskin bag in his hand, an old, patina-covered bag on his back, and cloth shoes that looked like they belonged to a bygone era. He huffed and puffed as he entered the carriage where Jiang Fan was.
"Call--"
The fat man stopped in front of the bed opposite Jiang Fan, put the garlic clove hanging around his neck on the table, and wiped the sweat from his brow.
"This is exhausting! The old woman is really something, making me carry so much stuff. It's ridiculous!"
No one paid any attention to the fat man's mutterings, and he didn't care, continuing to talk to himself.
"It's so hot today, I can't live like this."
As he spoke, he lifted his suitcase to put it on the top luggage rack, but his short stature of less than 1.6 meters meant that its length was less than its width, and he couldn't reach it even when he stood on tiptoe.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Fan's eyes lit up.
He was worried that on his way to Fortress No. 1, he had neither the opportunity to train nor the chance to earn points.
And here comes the opportunity!
"Let me help you."
Jiang Fan leaped down from the upper bunk, not giving the fat man a chance to refuse, and snatched the suitcase from his hands.
That's right, it's "robbery".
He was afraid that if he was too late, he would miss the opportunity to earn points.
Wei San was sleeping on the middle bunk, opened one eye and took in the whole scene, a look of surprise appearing on his face.
Although he had never met Jiang Fan, he knew from some stories about the other party that Jiang Fan was synonymous with cunning and treacherous, and that he also had a sharp tongue that could often make people so angry they would vomit blood.
Rather, he is not that kind-hearted, overly kind person.
Are those rumors all false, or are they all just Jiang Fan's disguise?
In reality, Jiang Fan is a genuinely good person at heart. It's just that his past experiences have hurt him too deeply, forcing him to wear these prickly exteriors to protect himself.
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You have helped someone put away their suitcase, doing a good deed. Points +20]
Hearing the system notification, Jiang Fan smiled with satisfaction.
Although there aren't many, even a small mosquito is still food.
The next second, as soon as he looked down, he met the fat man's big, beady eyes, which were brimming with tears of emotion.
"What a kind person! What a wonderful person..."
"Our ancestors were right: at home you rely on your parents, but when you're out in the world, you rely on your friends. Although the world is always in disarray, there will always be people who will mend things. I used to think our ancestors were too naive, believing that everyone is looking out for themselves and that there were no truly good people out there. That's why I never dared to go out. But now I believe what our ancestors said; there really are good people in this world."
Seeing the tears welling up on the fat man's face, Jiang Fan suppressed the urge to twitch his lips.