Chapter 118: Absolutely Not Going to Be a Licker Who Ends Up With Nothing

"With this body of mine, I'm definitely a hot commodity as a boyfriend—tall, strong-built, and my looks are downright handsome; I'm nothing like those pretty boys you can compare with, all that masculine vigor—how could I possibly become a licker? The reason I'm like this is probably because the people arranged by Yu Yu before I arrived weren't like this; it twisted others' perceptions and memories." Bai Lang was quite confident in himself.

"Having lived two lives, Bai Lang has never been a licker—before, he was a corporate drone otaku, with no goddess to lick; after transmigrating, he was busy training martial arts to stay alive, his martial prowess limited his chances with women and he had no time to look. Now being a licker actually strikes him as quite interesting; seeing the goddess's one‑word reply on WeChat, Bai Lang also feels that this previous incarnation was truly humble. 'A licker ends up with nothing. So, old master, I don't even have time to practice martial arts, let alone lick your ass!'"

Originally he really wanted to see how a licker plays, Bai Lang wasn't doing it out of self‑torture, just thought it sounded fun—but then he thought, as the esteemed Junior Protector Bai, why would he go out of his way to slap a cold butt with a hot face? What's the point? Why bother? To watch how a licker licks and what his fate is...... he could just go tiger‑pouncing instead. Imagining himself in that situation is enough; nowadays he's still more interested in martial arts.

Although this world counts as the degenerate dharma age, making it extremely unfriendly toward internal force martial artists, this is actually good—internal force leaking out incurs huge loss, so it's better to keep it circulating inside the body; taking advantage of the rules of this heaven and earth, forcibly compelling internal force to strengthen the flesh is also a method. At the start of the fourth level of the Golden Bell Shield, the purpose is precisely to pour internal force into the skin, flesh, tendons and bones, fusing them into one; in the end the whole person becomes like a bronze bell, inside and out strong and seamless.

"'Bronze head, iron arms, steel tendons and iron bones—achieving an indestructible golden body...... this is exactly the purpose of this Golden Bell Shield all along.' Bai Lang threw his punches with ease, while his mind meanwhile wandered. Nowadays punching is more a habit, a practice of observing oneself and seeking inner strength; if he wanted to strengthen his body, Bai Lang's internal force could already stimulate muscle twitches, allowing him to train his muscles while walking, standing, sitting or lying down."

This was also an inspiration Bai Lang once gained from tigers and lions; only later did he realize someone had already thought of this—felines can control their limbs and body muscles to twitch through breathing and nerve control, so even if they spend the whole day lying down asleep they can still train their muscles...... Bai Lang has also cultivated this method, though it relies on internal force stimulation, so he must keep his internal force circulating at all times.

Even when Bai Lang punches absentmindedly, he's still quite a handsome sight...... Who made him a good‑looking guy in the traditional sense? Wearing a small tank top, a pair of beach shorts, and a pair of rebound shoes, his 1.86‑meter height fully shows what a heroic man looks like—if he had a big beard exploding on his face that would be even better, this is Bai Lang's own opinion. Consequently, without him noticing, quite a few college boys and girls have been watching him.

Some people are shy, sneaking glances, while others are bold, standing right beside Bai Lang to look—not only at his face and those eyes that obviously stare off into space while he zones out, but mostly at his strong physique—sorry, Bai Lang wears tight workout pants under his beach shorts, so it's impossible for lustful men and women to see any spring light. As for the tank top, it's pulled tight, and men don't have protruding points anyway.

Bai Lang was zoning out, but his classmates weren't—"Hey! Flirt! Wanna play ball?" A basketball came flying his way. This was mostly the doing of classmates who were sick of seeing him show off his body. The ball flew over and Bai Lang caught it with one hand, snapping him back to attention. "Anyone watching me? Oh dear, how embarrassing!" Although Bai Lang kills like it's nothing, he's still a rookie, his skin still thin. "Go on, of course—are you guys ready for me to blow you away?"

Given Bai Lang's current physique, reaction speed and core strength—height 186 cm, weight 180 kg—he's basically a beast‑level specimen; relying on strength alone he could easily crush these amateur college kids. Bai Lang rarely got to play a careful, long‑absent basketball game, and of course his performance had the onlookers fired up. "Block him! Block that beast!" "Pull him! Pull his pants! Pull his pants, it's a foul! Don't let him score!"

The game ended quickly, ending with the classmates who had pulled Bai Lang into the match becoming angry and ashamed—of course they didn't dare fight— they already knew Bai Lang's beast‑level strength; fighting would mean certain defeat for both man and team. Bai Lang felt extremely pleased, as if he'd returned to the age his body truly ought to have, and as that thought arose, the fifth‑level barrier on his body seemed to twitch a little.

"'Well then, I'll just make the most of this free‑given life......' Bai Lang thought, in this world he'll just gradually strengthen his physique; breaking through the fifth level and opening the Ren and Du meridians' Heaven‑Earth Mystic Gate here is impossible, so he'll happily spend the ten years Yu Yu gave him. 'But I remember back then there was the Huashan Sect, there was internal force and all sorts of martial arts schools. Now, could this heaven and earth really wipe those people out? I don't think so......'"

Online, Bai Lang couldn't find any reliable martial arts manuals—wuxia novels were a dime a dozen, but genuine martial arts secrets? None. Bai Lang skipped all his classes—after all, he wasn't really planning to finish college, he just stayed in the dorm using his laptop to browse the web. "Oh, I found this thing......" Bai Lang discovered that this world actually has a web‑fiction site, "But what does "the End" mean?"

He hadn't looked at web fiction in ages; ten years of martial arts practice, wasting a few days seemed fine, so Bai Lang searched for history‑type books and then, in the Ming section, he found something that left him gaping. "Is it me who's supposed to bow head‑first in unwavering loyalty? Captured by the transmigrating protagonist and made a loyal subject? But with talk like this...... it truly feels as disgusting as eating shit. I can't—though I can't take down the protagonist, I want to know where the author is."

Just then his phone rang—Bai Lang saw it was a WeChat message: "Goddess? Right, I should have contacted her to ask if she's free, but I was too lazy to ask and kinda forgot." Turns out the goddess was messaging him, apparently wanting him to help with something; Bai Lang couldn't be bothered, he was busy preparing to hunt down this kind of author on the website—there was no way he had time to deal with your "goddess", so he simply replied with three words: "I'm not free!" Done.

He couldn't be bothered to see what else the goddess would send, so he just deleted it—right now he's fired up, and on that End novel site, anything involving the late Ming almost always mentions him—most stories recruit him as a lackey, a smaller portion oddly cast him as an enemy; of course, half of those take the peasant rebel side, either fighting him or capturing his surrender to make him a lackey, while a tiny fraction belong to the even more outlandish outer‑lands barbarian faction.