“Well, that is right.”

Ding Ning spoke ambiguously, thinking that it was much easier to explain about an Ancient Warrior, than a superpower holder.

But he never thought Qiu Hong’s following words would make him feel depressed. “Since you are an Ancient Warrior, why haven’t you joined the Bureau of Religions?”

“The Bureau of Religions? I don’t believe in any religion, why should I join it?”

Ding Ning was confused and asked her this question, suspiciously.

Qiu Hong was speechless, thinking, “This Black Masked Man should not be a standard Ancient Warrior. Otherwise, how could he not know the rules of joining the society for the Ancient Warriors?”

She patiently explained the rules to him, and then he immediately realised why the Ancient Warriors had to join the Bureau of Religions.

The truth was that most Ancient Warriors devoted themselves to practice, hid themselves away and did not interact with society. Some Ancient Warriors, however, needed to travel around the human society, due to various reasons, and even built up their own businesses, in the human world.

But a knight-errant’s taboo was his martial arts. The Ancient Warriors had better fighting skills than ordinary people. Without the restraint of the law, when they fought with the ordinary people, the effects would be very terrible.

Undoubtedly, the Chinese government would not allow such things to happen. Thus, the government had reached an agreement with the different religious sects of the ancient martial arts circle.

Any Ancient Warrior wishing to travel around the human society, must join the National Bureau of Religions, so that the government would have less trouble in documenting and managing them. This would also prevent them from abusing their powers, and do harm to the ordinary people.

Once any uncontrollable Ancient Warriors appeared, the nation had the right to require all the sects of the ancient martial arts circle, to kill them, without showing any mercy.

After going through decades of exploration and normalization, the Bureau of Religions had also built up a series of effective laws that specifically targeted the Ancient Warriors.

Three of the most important and most essential conditions were: One, the Ancient Warriors must be under the supervision of the Bureau of Religions, and should never fight with the ordinary people without any valid reasons; two, the fights among the Ancient Warriors must not involve the ordinary people; three, when the nation was in need of help, the Ancient Warriors had the responsibility to fight and help perform missions for the nation.

If Ding Ning’s situation was discovered by the Bureau of Religions, he would only have two choices: one, he should join the Bureau of Religions and be supervised and managed by the nation; two, he would be hunted and killed by the registered Ancient Warriors of the Bureau of Religions.

Ding Ning broke out in cold sweat when he heard her explanation. No matter where he was, the superpower circle or the ancient martial arts circle, he belonged to the group that needed to be regulated. It was a dangerous group.

Fortunately, to repay him, Qiu Hong and Dafei promised to keep his secret, and vowed never to betray him.

Of course, even though he were betrayed, he would not be afraid, either, for after taking off the biomimetic skin, he would only be an ordinary postgraduate student, at the medical school of Ninghai University.

But of course, he would not miss the chance to discreetly ask Qiu Hong about the levels of the Ancient Warriors.

Qiu Hong was confused and did not understand the situation of the Black Masked Man, and thought, “Is he actually an animal training superpower holder or an Ancient Warrior?

“How could he have no idea about the basic knowledge? He is totally a man outside the box, and that was why he was so bold to come forward to save us, with his mask.”

Qiu Hong didn’t cover up anything, and explained to him the levels of the Ancient Warriors, in detail.

The so-called Ancient Warriors were different from the modern social warriors because they practiced the True Qi and relied heavily on the spiritual aura between heaven and earth. Therefore, most of them hid in remote cave paradises, where there were no environmental problems, in order to absorb the thin spiritual aura, and get themselves upgraded.

The five levels were ranked from the low to the high: Human Martial Arts, Xuan Martial Arts, Earth Martial Arts, Sky Martial Arts, and Real Martial Arts.

Due to the gradual thinning of spiritual aura on earth, and reasons such as the practitioners’ intelligence and enlightenment, the Ancient Warriors, who could reach the level of the Earth Martial Arts, were all strong practitioners, second to none.

The warriors who were able to reach the Sky Martial Arts level were ingenious, and were difficult to find, even in a hundred years of time. They were extremely rare.

As for those in the Real Martial Arts level, they were equivalent to gods on earth. Even Qiu Hong did not know whether such practitioners existed or not, or perhaps they existed only in legends.

It was said that the Ancient Warriors also had a branch consisting of spiritual masters, and their levels were the same as the levels of warriors. As for its specifics, she had no idea, either. After all, spiritual masters were extremely rare.

The Modern Warriors and Ancient Warriors did not share the same practicing method.

The Ancient Warriors chose the True Qi practicing method, but they relied heavily on the spiritual aura between heaven and earth. Therefore, there were few Ancient Warriors that could be seen in the earthly world. The sad truth was that the spiritual aura was extremely thin in the human society.

For the Modern Warriors, they practiced their inner Qi and improved their physical conditions. That was the so-called Hard Qigong and Inner Boxing.

They constantly refined their physical conditions, constantly reached beyond the extremes of the human body, and explored the treasures of the human body, in order to extend their lifespan and kept themselves fit.

Although their achievements were not comparable to the powerful practicing results of the Ancient Warriors, they had formed their own system and freed themselves from the reliance on the spiritual aura between heaven and earth.

The Modern Warriors also had their levels, which were generally divided into five levels: S, A, B, C, and D.

Their physical qualities and strength were a little higher than those of the ordinary people. Those who could fight, using a few kung fu moves, could be counted as the D level warriors. Only ordinary soldiers and athletes could reach this level.

The C-level warriors were equivalent to the level of the ordinary special force soldiers. The B-level warriors were equivalent to that of the elite special force soldiers, and the A-level warriors were equivalent to that of the soldier kings. One who reached this level was also called master warrior.

The S-level warriors were brilliant, were called masters of martial arts, who had inner and physical cultivations, and could set up a new sect or build up their own organization.

Of course, the Modern Warriors’ levels were vaguely divided, not like those of the Ancient Warriors, and their levels were specifically shown in their comprehensive characteristics, such as strength, response, speed, defense, explosive power, endurance, resilience, fighting skills, and so on.

Therefore, some strange phenomena would often appear, such as: The B-level warriors had so much strength, but their speed was very slow. When confronting the quicker C-level warriors, they couldn’t even touch the skins of their rivals. After using up their strength, they would be knocked out by the C-level warriors. Such things often happened.

Only when they reached the A-level and had a comprehensive practice in all fields or were extremely prominent in one field, would the phenomenon of being defeated by the lower-level warriors, not appear.

It was said that above the S-level, there were also two levels of warriors: SS-level Great Masters and SSS-level Gods of Martial Arts.

The Gods of Martial Arts had broken the human limits, and their fighting powers were comparable to that of the strong practitioners of the Real Martial Arts circle of the Ancient Warriors. Be it true or false, Qiu Hong was not sure because she had merely heard about them, but had never actually seen them.

After modestly asking about such things, Ding Ning felt her explanation was quite beneficial. His advantages were speed, strength, responsiveness, and defense, and his strongest field was his fighting skill.

After all, he had been to the mountains to hunt for animals since he was five, and he could fight beasts with bare hands, when he was ten. Also, with his wonderful saber techniques and his sufferings between life and death, he had equipped himself with the fighting techniques, which were nearly his natural instincts.

Even the pickiest Great Master Fu-tzu often praised him, stating that he had the nearly wild beast-like fighting instincts in his nature, and he was a born fighter.

After getting the information he wanted, Ding Ning waved goodbye to them in an unrestrained manner, and asked them to hide somewhere, in case Violent Dragon found them again.

As they were in such a dire situation, Qiu Hong did not cover up anything and gave her identity to Dafei, whose expressions changed repetitively, and finally, he made his decision.

He was willing to follow Qiu Hong to see her leader, and help look for the power behind Deng Nine-Finger, on the condition, that they must keep his wife safe.

But Ding Ning did not have to care about such things anymore. Back to his little courtyard in the western suburbs, he happily hugged his little maid, and fell into a deep sleep. In the morning, he headed for school and started his new school life.

To accumulate enough academic credits, he went a bit overboard, and selected more than 20 courses, that were of interest to him.

In the day, he was wholeheartedly immersed in this sea of knowledge, like a dry sponge crazily absorbing water, and constantly enriching his mind.

During this time, he answered phone calls from Ling Yun, Ye Huan and her sister, and also a phone call from Mr. Hu, who told him that his admission ticket for the Medical Qualification Examination had been successfully registered, and that he would ask president Jia to bring it to him. In addition, he also told him to review his lessons carefully, because the examination was set for the 13th.

In addition, president Jia had already asked people to send the strength instruments to him and Mr. Zhang respectively, and he had already gathered his students for the training. After the training, they would conduct early clinical trials for patients.

Ding Ning told him he must record all the processes of treating the patients and keep their detailed documents. All these were conducive for the approval and patent applications, in the future.

Mr. Hu accepted his suggestions readily and asked in detail, about some matters that required his attention. After that, he hung up, in high spirits and began teaching his students.

When people focused their attention on one thing wholeheartedly, time always passes quickly, but they were not aware of it. Ding Ning was still studying his books attentively, when Mu Yanran sent him an address.

At seven in the evening, Ding Ning arrived at Caidie Restaurant, located at the Ninghai New World. After parking his car, he saw that Mu Yanran was already at the gate, waiting for him.

“Sister, have you been waiting for a long time?” Ding Ning went over to her, hurriedly, and asked her, with a smile.

“Not yet, you are just on time.”

Mu Yanran looked at him from head to toe, and when she found that his clothes were not even worth more than 300 yuan, she was speechless and said, “What’s the use of making so much money, if you cannot even buy some decent clothes?”

“This one is good, isn’t it? It is pure cotton, can absorb sweat, and is comfortable to wear.”

Ding Ning was not picky about his clothes, it was fine as long as his clothes were clean and comfortable.

“You should dress more formally when you attend parties, because it shows your respect to the host. Besides that, clothes make the man, and dressing better makes you look more handsome.”

Mu Yanran had obviously received a good family education, and she paid much attention to it.

Ding Ning pursed his lips and joked, “I was born handsome. With clothes off, I look muscular; with clothes on, I look lean. I am already so handsome that beautiful ladies have been begging to marry me. If I dress myself up, I will make other men remain bachelors.”

“Arrogant, continue bragging, always talking so glibly.”

Mu Yanran rolled her eyes, smiling and generally disagreeing with his narcissism.

“Anyway, my respect is only reserved for the right people. Wang Xianghua is rubbish. You want me to respect him? No way.”

Ding Ning didn’t cover up his hatred of Wang Xianghua. Looking at the extremely beautiful face of Mu Yanran, he mischievously smiled and said, “The day you take me to see your parents, I will dress myself well enough to blind the titanium alloy dog eyes of your pursuers, with my charm.”

Mu Yanran’s face turned a little dark, and she pinched him, saying, “You think too much. Why should I take you to see my parents? Who do you think you are, to me?”

“I’m your brother. Is it wrong for you to take me to see your parents?”

Ding Ning saw her face turn gloomy, and knew that he had probably hurt her, unintentionally. After that, he did not dare to flirt with or play tricks on her anymore, and changed the subject immediately.

“Nothing wrong. Let’s stop this. You are always speaking with such a smooth tongue. Let’s go inside!”

Mu Yanran looked a little better, rearranged his clothes to make them tidier, and walked into the hotel.

Ding Ning walked side by side with her, seeming to be deep in thought.

“Mu Yanran has never mentioned her family members. Just now when I mentioned her parents, she became gloomy. Is the relationship between her and her parents that bad or have they already passed away?

“Obviously, this little sister has many stories in her heart. I must ask her about them, if there is an opportunity.”

After entering Caidie Restaurant, Mu Yanran consciously linked Ding Ning’s arm with hers. Although she deliberately kept her full breasts away from his arm, the admiring looks the people around shot her, and her light natural scent, gave him a sense of accomplishment. Subconsciously, he stood straight, delight showing in his eyes.

“Yanran, you’ve come. Who is this man?”

Pulling the door open, Wang Xianghua, who was ordering dishes, was overjoyed, when he saw Mu Yanran. When he saw her taking Ding Ning’s arm, his smile suddenly froze on his face.

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