Dandy Pill God
Chapter 27 About Martial Artists

Chapter 27: Chapter 27 About Martial Artists

"Your grandfather’s subordinate?"

Hearing Qiu Ruoxue’s words, Zhu Fei’s heart couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

He felt that the woman before him, Qiu Ruoxue, must have an extraordinary origin.

Martial Artists, something ordinary people could hardly ever come into contact with, seemed so natural and casual when she spoke of them.

"Indeed, it’s just unfortunate that he is now gravely ill and unconscious, and as a result, the great power in the family has slipped away. Those subordinates who were once loyal to Grandfather have also been—by my second uncle and third uncle..."

As she spoke up to this point, Qiu Ruoxue didn’t continue, but instead, a trace of indelible sadness appeared on her face.

Zhu Fei took a deep breath and, finally unable to hide the curiosity in his heart, couldn’t help but ask again, "Officer Qiu, since you are so knowledgeable about Martial Artists, could you tell me more specifically about the Martial Artists?"

Hearing Zhu Fei’s question again, Qiu Ruoxue immediately put away the sadness on her face, and instead looked at him with a surprised and curious expression.

"If I’m not mistaken, you must be a Martial Artist yourself, right? How could you not know about Martial Artists?"

As she spoke, Qiu Ruoxue seemed to think of something, and couldn’t help but nod slightly toward Zhu Fei, then said,

"Right, I remember Grandfather saying that there are some Martial Artists in this world who like to be loners and rarely interact with their own kind. Are you perhaps in such a situation?"

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Sorry, if you don’t want to talk about it, let’s drop it. Also, you don’t need to keep calling me Officer Qiu, you can call me by my name, or just Ruoxue is fine."

"Tell me, what do you want to know about Martial Artists? As long as I know, I’ll tell you."

Hearing Qiu Ruoxue’s words, Zhu Fei didn’t hold back, and nodded before saying, "If you could, please tell me about the system of Martial Artists or the general state of power among the current Martial Artists."

"The system of Martial Artists? The power situation of Martial Artists?"

Qiu Ruoxue looked baffled as she gazed at Zhu Fei and suddenly brought up something that almost made Zhu Fei run into a wall.

"You’re asking about those? What are they? I’ve never heard of them before."

"Cough cough cough..."

With a wry smile on his face, Zhu Fei looked at Qiu Ruoxue’s genuinely puzzled expression and couldn’t help feeling speechless.

After all the talking, this woman seemed to know less about Martial Artists than he did, coming from the Other World.

All he could do was sigh and say, "Never mind then, tell me about your understanding of Martial Artists."

Qiu Ruoxue’s beautiful eyes flashed slightly as she looked deeply into Zhu Fei’s eyes and then nodded, saying, "Alright, in my understanding, the abilities and reach of Martial Artists are beyond what ordinary people can imagine."

"From what I understand, the ability they use is something called Power, much like the technique you used on me before."

Having said this, Qiu Ruoxue shared some of her knowledge about Martial Artists with Zhu Fei.

In the end, she seemed to finally think of some useful keywords and immediately said again,

"My grandfather’s subordinates, his protectors, used to mention words like ’Light Power Initial Stage’ and ’Light Power Intermediate Stage’. I don’t know what those are, Zhu Fei, do you?"

"Light Power Initial Stage? Light Power Intermediate Stage?"

Upon hearing these eight words, Zhu Fei, who had been casual, suddenly tensed his gaze.

It seems my previous guess was indeed not wrong, the so-called Martial Artists in this world are actually no different from those ordinary Martial Artists I encountered on the Five Mountains Continent.

In Zhu Fei’s previous life on the Five Mountains Continent, aside from cultivators like him who entered the Dao through medicine, there were many others who became cultivators by different paths.

But no matter how those people approached the Dao, regardless of what methods or sects the cultivators belonged to, they were all cultivators, lofty and exalted.

Perhaps only in those mortal countries would there exist martial artists like the ones Qiu Ruoxue spoke of.

However, those martial artists had inferior strength, scarce abilities, and limited life sources.

It was possible that only when their martial cultivation reached the level of Pill Force, and they overcame the barrier that millions could not, could they have the potential to enter the Dao through martial arts.

In Zhu Fei’s previous life, he had always looked down upon the so-called martial artists from those mortal countries.

But now, reincarnated in this world with his current situation, if such martial artists really did exist here, they posed a considerable threat to him.

After all, a martial artist with either Gang Force or depleted Pill Force could still rival a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment or Golden Core level in terms of strength.

Just like that, Zhu Fei instinctively felt a deep sense of crisis.

He looked at Qiu Ruoxue and asked back without answering, "Ruoxue, the kind of warrior guards like your grandfather, do you know if all families with a bit of background can have them in this mundane world?"

Who would’ve thought, as soon as Zhu Fei finished speaking, Qiu Ruoxue looked at him with a peculiar gaze.

Confused, Zhu Fei couldn’t help but ask, "What? Was there something wrong with what I said?"

"There’s a problem, of course, there’s a problem."

Qiu Ruoxue nodded affirmatively and then said, "Zhu Fei, you, being a martial artist, don’t tell me you think there are so many martial artists around?"

She paused for a moment before continuing, "The reason my grandfather had those few martial artist guards was because he had a special identity in this ’country’. It was due to the country’s consideration for his safety that he had such guards."

"If it were someone else, wanting to have a martial artist as a guard, haha, I reckon they wouldn’t even know what a martial artist was."

Hearing this, Zhu Fei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, if the number of martial artists in this world were as common as dirt, with his current minor cultivation, wouldn’t he have to be careful with everything he did?

Thinking this, Zhu Fei wanted to ask more about the current situation of Qiu Ruoxue’s grandfather’s warrior guards.

After all, from the implications of Qiu Ruoxue’s words just now, it seemed that her grandfather’s guards were now controlled by her second uncle and third uncle, or something to that effect.

But when he looked up and saw Qiu Ruoxue’s face, still cold, and remembered the words she had inadvertently spoken last night.

The question that had just arisen in Zhu Fei’s heart was forcibly suppressed.

He looked up at the clock on the wall in the living room, then turned to Qiu Ruoxue and said, "Thank you for sharing all that with me just now. I hope you can keep my matters confidential in the future; I don’t want others to know."

"Alright, it’s getting late, I need to go to school. If you have nothing else, Ruoxue, let’s go out together."

Qiu Ruoxue nodded, but when she looked at Zhu Fei at that moment, her eyes were filled with thoughtful expressions.

She said indifferently, "Don’t worry, I’m not one to gossip. Oh, and about the case before, if the culprit really is a martial artist, I hope you can help me out when the time comes."

Zhu Fei was momentarily surprised before he smiled and replied, "Sure, as long as that person’s cultivation isn’t too outlandish, I have no problem helping out."

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In the midst of their conversation, Zhu Fei had opened the door and was already heading downstairs with Qiu Ruoxue, walking toward the exit of the residential area.

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