Chapter 10: My Reputation Is So Huge!?

"Your Qi‑blood baby witnessed you being threatened."

"She thinks this world is indeed very dangerous!"

"Super dangerous."

"Your Qi‑blood baby is really worried about you, super worried, ultra‑ultra scared that someone will kill you."

"The more I think, the scarier it gets."

"The scarier it gets, the more I think."

"Ahhh!"

"Your Qi‑blood baby absolutely does NOT want you to be killed by someone!"

"Never."

"To protect you, she began to rise and cultivate."

"Ahhh!"

"The Qi‑blood baby is fine!"

"Very concerned about itself!"

"Xu Wei is deeply moved!"

"But!"

"Qi‑blood baby, could you stop caring so much about me!"

"I'm already so poor I could turn into a duck!"

"You still came? Feeling my temperature rise, Xu Wei went numb."

"Qi‑blood baby knows you're blaming her, but she stays silent—after all, you're so weak."

"A hurt voice sounded."

"Xu Wei's mouth twitched slightly."

"He knows the Qi‑blood baby is caring for him."

"But."

"I'm broke... 'Qi‑blood baby, I'm not blaming you, I just want you to slow your cultivation speed a little.'"

"No way!"

"When I think he threatened you, I get scared. Why don't you kill him? Kill him, and I'll be at ease."

Xu Wei: "…"

"That guy looks like a high‑rank Martial Artist."

"You want me to kill him? Qi‑blood baby, you want me to die, right? Xu Wei is utterly speechless."

"Xiao Wei, how's it going? Have you joined any Martial Artist Company?"

Fan Hou walked over.

"Earlier someone from the Feng Family tried to recruit me, but he used a scripted Contract, which I rejected."

"Later I wanted to join another Martial Company, but for some reason everyone ignored me."

Xu Wei shook his head.

"Feng Family?"

Fan Hou was startled for a moment, pointed at Feng Jun and whispered, "Is that the person?"

"Right, Brother Fan, do you know him?"

Xu Wei asked.

Fan Hou nodded, "I know.

That Feng Family is one of the great families in N City; they have a mid‑rank General."

"Generals, like Martial Artists, have junior, mid, and senior ranks, and the gap between each level is enormous."

"This Feng Family, relying on their mid‑rank General, naturally acts very domineering."

Xu Wei felt a slight heaviness in his heart.

A junior General's Fist Strength is one million Pounds.

A mid‑rank General's Fist Strength is ten million Pounds!

A ten‑fold difference!

Other companies indeed dare not provoke them.

"You're really unlucky; the Feng Family recently developed an underground palace and ran into a Demon God, suffering heavy losses."

"That Feng Jun is part of the Feng Family's management; he wouldn't normally be here, but to replenish staff, he's stationed here, and you just happened to run into him..."

Xu Wei: "…"

"Run into a Demon God? Are you that unlucky? The underground palace's Demon God."

"A presence comparable to a General."

"Of course, not every underground palace has one."

"It's like a wild boss in an online game; whether you encounter it depends entirely on luck."

"Naturally."

"Risk and reward are balanced."

"If you can kill the Demon God."

"The reward is also huge!"

"But it's not a big problem; you're just a small fry, to that Feng Jun, you're insignificant."

"Just wait until he leaves, then find a company to join."

Fan Hou smiled.

Xu Wei is a tiny shrimp, Feng Family is a giant, so naturally they wouldn't keep a tiny shrimp on their mind.

"Then how long?"

Xu Wei feels a bit annoyed.

He currently still has three Red Blood Pills and can immediately claim a Martial Artist Subsidy of 1000 yuan.

At 100 yuan per Red Blood Pill, he has 13 Red Blood Pills.

Normally one pill lasts three hours, so it can sustain 39 hours.

But just now that damned blood baby raised his temperature again.

One Red Blood Pill can at most support two hours.

When Feng Jun leaves, wouldn't I be sucked dry by the blood baby? "Your blood baby noticed you calling her a damned one; she's angry, but she says nothing."

"Ahhh"

Xu Wei: "……"

"What? Xiao Wei, are you in a hurry to join the Martial Company?"

"Hmm, need money urgently."

"I see…"

Fan Hou nodded: "I think you look decent enough."

"I am now a Mid-level Martial Artist, and after entering a small dungeon I will serve as squad leader."

"In that case, I'll introduce you to a Martial Company; if you can join, you can stick with me afterwards."

"But don't get your hopes too high."

"Our company operates normally, without the massive losses like Feng Family."

"Therefore we aren't that eager for Junior Martial Artists; we might not take you."

Small dungeons aren't particularly dangerous.

Mid-level Martial Artists are the leadership; they indeed need to form Junior Martial Artist squads.

"Isn't your company afraid of Feng Family?"

Xu Wei is a bit surprised.

"Hahaha, there aren't many Mid-level Martial Artists in N City; I can count them on one hand."

"But coincidentally, our company's boss is a Mid-level Martial Artist."

"Just follow me."

Fan Hou said, leading Xu Wei to the side.

He quickly arrived in front of a middle‑aged man.

"Xiao Fan, why are you back again?"

"Supervisor Qian, I just ran into a little brother who seems quite compatible."

"It just so happens I'm being promoted to squad leader and need to form a squad, right?"

"Isn't the key to selecting squad members finding someone you click with?"

"So I brought him to see you, to see if he can join our company."

Fan Hou smiled.

Small dungeons aren't especially dangerous, but there are still risks.

Squad members hand their lives over to each other; naturally they must be kindred spirits.

He just isn't sure whether Supervisor Qian will accept Xu Wei.

After all, their company is still a major corporation in N City.

Recruiting Junior Martial Artists is always selective.

When he first joined the company, his Fist Strength was over fifteen hundred Pounds.

Even then, it was barely accepted!

Not to mention Xu Wei has only just reached the Martial Artist standard.

Xu Wei also feels a bit uneasy.

If I can't join the Martial Company, I'll have to think of other ways to make money.

But what work can bring money fast and in large amounts? Xu Wei glanced at his own lower region.

He felt a little more at ease.

"You kid are a careless, overly familiar sort, finding everyone suitable; don't let yourself be fooled."

Supervisor Qian chuckled and scolded, then looked at Xu Wei.

He was stunned.

"How about it? Supervisor Q? Can my brother join our company?"

Fan Hou said nervously.

"Supervisor Qian is a company executive, usually in charge of recruiting Mid-level and High-level Martial Artists."

"Junior Martial Artists are indeed very hard, very hard to catch his eye!"

"It's over."

"Shouldn't have brought Xiao Wei to see Supervisor Q."

"Should have taken Xiao Wei to meet other HR of the company."

Seeing Supervisor Q remain silent, Fan Hou couldn't help but feel a bit regretful.

At this moment.

Supervisor Qian said, "Alright."

"Huh?"

Fan Hou was momentarily taken aback.

"What? I said you, brother, can join the company."

Supervisor Qian, Pleased, looked at Xu Wei and extended his hand.

Xu Wei also reached out and shook the other's hand.

Supervisor Qian's smile grew broader.

In fact, he had already seen Xu Wei in the lobby.

It was only that Liu Yue said Xu Wei's Monthly Exam yielded just over 800 Pounds of Fist Strength, so he paid it no mind.

He didn't expect to encounter him again now.

And the other had suddenly become an Entry Level Martial Artist!

"Steward Liu Yue said that yesterday Xu Wei's Monthly Exam was only a little over 800 Pounds of Fist Strength."

"But now he has successfully been certified as a Martial Artist."

"Liu Yue, a respectable steward, could not have deceived me."

"Then…"

"There is only one truth."

"This kid is a late bloomer!"

His Fist Strength has only begun to surge wildly these past two days.

"So even Steward Liu Yue does not know his condition."

Of course.

That alone explains nothing.

Therefore.

He deliberately reached out and shook Xu Wei's hand.

It was scorching.

His body temperature was estimated at nearly fifty degrees.

That temperature belongs to the training efficiency of a Super Genius!

"Super Genius means he may one day become a General."

"I wonder how this talent compares with that Super Genius student of Steward Liu Yue, Jiang Nian?"

He thought for a moment, and Supervisor Qian shook his head inwardly.

"I'm really foolish; Jiang Nian's cultivation talent is beyond heaven, and even his Enlightenment is beyond heaven."

"In seven days he completed the Die Lang Dao Entry, and was admitted early to the Martial Dao University."

"For a city to produce even one Super Genius of this caliber is sheer luck."

"Nevertheless, even if he's not as good as Jiang Nian, securing a Super Genius with just an Entry Level Martial Artist Contract is an unbeatable deal."

Supervisor Qian suppressed a laugh, finding Xu Wei increasingly likable.

"Your name is Xu Wei, right? I'm older, so I'll call you Xiao Wei."

"Our company is called Demon-slaying Martial Company, and in N City it's considered a major firm."

"The company uniformly pays the five insurances and one housing fund for employees, and the Annual Salary for an Entry Level Martial Artist is about 80,000–100,000; I can give you 100,000."

"Besides that, the company also has a family‑service hotline, ensuring you have no worries after battling the underground palace."

"Xiao Wei, do you have any requests for our company?"

"If you have any, feel free to raise them; as long as they're not excessive, I can agree to them."

Fan Hou widened his eyes: "..."

He went from nervous to completely bewildered!

Supervisor Qian is a senior executive of the company.

Ordinary Entry Level Martial Artists are normally invisible to him.

Even recruiting Mid‑level Martial Artists is handled strictly by protocol.

He only shows such courtesy to Senior Martial Artists.

But now Supervisor Qian is being so courteous to Xu Wei? He even says, "If you have any requests for the company, as long as they're not excessive, you may raise them!"

? Hiss!

No way!

My face—my reputation—is that huge!

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