Zhu Ping’an’s throat bobbed uncontrollably. He was shocked by his own speculation. If his guess was correct, that would be incredible.
He climbed to the rooftop of his residential building, and a bold idea formed in his mind.
Whoosh!
With the agile physique of a 1st stage martial artist, Zhu Ping’an completed three and a half midair rotations from the rooftop of the 24th floor, then began freefall.
As he passed the fifth floor, he happened to see Zhu Kaixin’s terrified little face.
“Mom, my brother seems like he wants to become a superhero!” Zhu Kaixin cried out in alarm.
Bang!
As soon as her words fell, a dull impact sounded outside the window. Zhu Kaixin leaned out to look and saw Zhu Ping’an sprawled flat on the grass of the residential complex.
The massive impact caused Zhu Ping’an’s vision to go black, and he fainted instantly. However, he fainted with a smile on his face.
Because just as he was about to hit the ground, a sudden sideways gust of wind blew from nowhere, pushing him away from the concrete and onto the grass.
This proved that his guess was correct.
When Zhu Ping’an woke up, what entered his sight was a white hospital bed. His entire body felt as if it had been run over by a truck. The pain was unbearable.
“Brother, you’re awake?” Zhu Kaixin, who had been guarding his bedside, sighed and secretly wiped away tears from the corner of her eyes. “Sigh, my dream of inheriting all the family property is ruined.”
“Ping’an! What is wrong with you, child? You scared your mother to death! I didn’t even dare to play mahjong all night!” Xia Yue said with reddened eyes.
“Mom, I’m sorry. I was trying to practice a martial technique and accidentally fell,” Zhu Ping’an said, rubbing his nose, trying to brush it off. He could not possibly tell Xia Yue that he was testing the plot.
However, feeling the pain in his body, he also felt lingering fear. He had acted too impulsively last night. Not dying did not mean living well. Even living as a vegetable still counted as being alive.
Although the plot ensured he would not die early, if he pushed his luck too far, losing arms or legs was not impossible.
“Kaixin, go call the doctor!”
Urged by Xia Yue, Zhu Kaixin quickly brought Zhu Ping’an’s attending physician. The doctor used various instruments to examine Zhu Ping’an, then handed him a sample container and other items. Get faster updates on novelping dot com.
“Alright, take these and go to the restroom to provide a stool sample.”
“Doctor, I can’t swallow that.”
The doctor trembled in shock and stared at Zhu Ping’an.
He had practiced medicine for decades, yet this was the first time he had heard such a bizarre response.
Zhu Ping’an had just woken up from fainting after jumping off a building, and now the doctor was asking him to swallow feces? He had never heard such a strange request in his life.
The old doctor and the young man stared at each other, both thinking the other was mentally unstable.
In the end, the doctor compromised first. Thinking about how he would retire in two and a half years, he endured it.
He explained patiently, “I’m asking you to take the sample container, collect a small stool sample in the restroom, and bring it back for testing. Do you understand now?”
“Oh, I get it now! You should’ve said so earlier!” Zhu Ping’an moved his body slightly. Although it hurt, it was clearly not serious. He then ran into the restroom.
“Doctor, how is my son?” Xia Yue asked nervously.
“Fortunately, he’s a 1st stage martial artist. If it were an ordinary person falling from the 24th floor, even landing on grass, they would definitely be dead. Once the stool test confirms there’s no internal bleeding, he can be discharged. His body is fine, but…”
The doctor frowned, then slowly relaxed his expression.
“I suggest that when you have time, you take him to see a psychiatrist.”
At that moment, Zhu Ping’an came out of the restroom. He carefully held a paper bowl. On the bowl were printed the words: [Delicious taste, naturally more popular], and inside it was a full bowl of feces.
“Doctor, the container you gave me was too small, so I used a bigger one. Where should I take it for testing?” Zhu Ping’an asked.
The doctor’s face instantly turned green. “Ms. Xia, I strongly recommend psychiatric treatment immediately!”
Xia Yue’s face also turned green. Zhu Kaixin wanted nothing more than to disappear on the spot. The two of them quickly dragged Zhu Ping’an away.
When Zhu Ping’an left the hospital, he had completely ruined his reputation there forever, in the literal sense.
Soon, a legend about a man obsessed with carrying feces began circulating in Qingcheng First Hospital.
After resting for a day, Zhu Ping’an felt that his injuries had mostly healed. Early in the morning, he set off for the Qingcheng Martial Artist Association.
Every city had its own Martial Artist Association. The association existed to serve martial artists. Once someone became a 1st stage martial artist, they could register and obtain certification. New chapters come out on novelping . com first.
After certification, martial artists could accept various high-paying missions, purchase cultivation materials, and buy weapons and equipment.
Of course, other services were also available, since martial artists had strong vitality and high physical demands.
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 martial technique. That was his real purpose today.
When Zhu Ping’an entered, many people looked at him in surprise.
It was rare to see someone so young in the Martial Artist Association. People his age were usually still in martial arts high school.
“Hello, I’m here to certify as a martial artist.”
Zhu Ping’an walked to the certification desk. A slightly chubby young woman sat there. Her black stockings perfectly wrapped around her rounded legs.
When she saw Zhu Ping’an, her eyes lit up instantly.
Such a young martial artist, and so handsome too. He was clearly someone with great potential.
“Hello, please follow me.” She led Zhu Ping’an to a testing center.
A 1st stage martial artist possessed the strength of 15,000 kilograms. Every increase of 100 vitality and blood points added another 15,000 kilograms of force. When reaching 150,000 kilograms, one would reach the peak of the 1st stage.
The test was simple. Zhu Ping’an threw a powerful punch at a specialized machine. The final reading stopped at 28,106 kilograms.
The female tester covered her mouth in shock. What incredible strength.
A punch exceeding 28,000 kilograms. He had clearly been a 1st stage martial artist for some time.
“Congratulations. Your martial artist certification has been approved. Please follow me. I will issue your martial artist identity token.”
Her eyes were filled with admiration as she handed Zhu Ping’an his martial artist token, along with a business card.
“With this token, you can collect your national benefits from the Martial Technique Pavilion and the Weapon Pavilion. As for the card, that’s my personal contact information. Remember to contact me, little brother.”