Chapter 121: Successfully Joined the Club, Not Beaten

It's already impossible to make Bai Lang defecate, then have him eat it again and defecate it out, because Bai Lang has been confirmed to possess internal force—otherwise how could one say modern science is advanced? Although we still don't fully understand what internal force actually is, but after so many years of research the instruments for confirming the existence of true qi and internal force have evolved through many generations—mainly by detecting abnormalities in the body's electric current and potential.

Through testing over a hundred million ordinary people, as well as millions of martial artists who have developed qi sensation and hundreds of thousands who have developed internal force, instrument detection can now be extremely accurate and precise—with an error rate below one in a hundred thousand. This is naturally precise for the body-patch testing method; there are also non-contact testing instruments, which have a relatively larger error rate...... The senior sister's eyes flickered, and she said, 'Bai Lang, you really have cultivated internal force! Welcome to join the martial arts club!'

Several dozen official members, all of them at qi sensation level or above, with about half having fully cultivated internal force; Bai Lang's instrument reading also showed only internal force—he deliberately avoided running the meridians with the Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill, because his keen eyes saw light strips appearing on a human figure on the display, perhaps indicating that the internal force had penetrated several meridians. Bai Lang felt that merely having internal force was enough; there was no need to let everyone know he was an unparalleled master. 'That's not good!' Bai Lang said.

This time, Bai Lang didn't need to fill out the forms himself; the senior sister handled all the paperwork in one go, and incidentally told Bai Lang her name was Yan Xiaoyan—a name that reads the same forwards and backwards, effective for oaths.

Bai Lang happily received the first 'poverty relief' subsidy, then hearing that the martial arts club had another new official member, the old members came over to look, and incidentally took his body measurements—official members' Daoist robes are custom-made, aiming for a good fit and an important bearing. Thus each person's Daoist robe differs, based on individual aesthetic preferences, and these people likewise gave their opinions on Bai Lang's Daoist robe—would that be considered friendly?

Bai Lang listened kindly to their opinions, then outright rejected them. Because Bai Lang's physique posed a threat, few people said much—if there were issues, they could be settled by sparring in the club, after all students who have cultivated qi sensation and internal force are the school's key surveillance targets, constantly ready to be sent to eat prison meals—if they wanted to cause trouble. These people are forbidden to use force against ordinary people, while protecting the general populace they also protect themselves.

Every official member of the martial arts club can have a bright future; the school values them while also clearly telling them not to cause trouble casually.

Bai Lang cheerfully took the money to the cafeteria, eating and drinking his fill. On his way back to the dormitory, he already knew he would absolutely not be banned for skipping professional classes—the school would certainly let him graduate, because he would become a strong and powerful 'alumni'. If he stayed honest, this world would present no difficulty at all; he would glide smoothly through this ten years—if there really are ten years.

'I think this is great, strength comes from oneself. Even wealthy people find it hard to keep their backs straight before a true martial arts master—if you want to live a healthy, illness-free life into old age, then spend money to find a martial arts master who regularly feeds you internal force to tend your muscles and marrow and adjust your body.' Who let the number of martial arts masters who have reached this level be so few? At the very least, one must achieve the standard of having opened the twelve meridians, and this job is also very tiring.

A martial arts master of this level, if they don't want to die early, cannot do this for people every day; at most, without affecting their own body, they can help someone like this once a month. All of this is information Bai Lang gathered after learning about the world's situation, working hard online—though it might contain falsehoods, it can generally be considered true. The sky grew bluer, the water clearer, and Bai Lang's mood improved accordingly.

Rich third-generation bigshots usually don't live in dorms, so it's normal for a four-person dorm to actually have only three people; moreover, one of them only shows up at the start of the semester and then disappears, even more elusive than the rich third-gen. Thus Bai Lang's dorm has just two people; when he returns, that guy has already come back from class to the dorm. What does one do upon returning to the dorm? As Bai Lang pushed the door open, he realized, 'I'll die of yang depletion sooner or later! Again jerking off......'

That guy completely ignored Bai Lang's words, instead incessantly poking him back and forth, saying, 'Bai Sao Bao, how's your sycophant act going? Has the goddess noticed you?' Bai Lang wasn't angry at all; this sort of toxic talk wasn't about him, what does it have to do with Bai Shao Bai? Bai Lang crackled as he moved his joints, which made that guy's motion stop and turned his lewd face toward him—actually he's also a fairly sunny-looking young man, but combined with the computer screen's images and sound, he looks lewd no matter how you look at it.

He glanced at Bai Lang a few times, 'Bai Sao Bao, you've struck it rich! You definitely have! Dad! Lend me five hundred!'

'Damn it! I don't have an unfilial son like you—get lost!' While saying that, Bai Lang took out five hundred dollars, rattling them in his hand, 'Grandpa!' This person had no shame whatsoever, immediately changed his tune. Bai Lang also burst out laughing, handed over the money in his hand; as soon as the money touched his palm, his face instantly changed, 'Grandson! Thanks for the money!' Then came a good beating; Bai Lang helped loosen his bones and muscles—Bai Lang hadn't had such an easy day in a long time, and this day made him feel nostalgic.

However, seeing that guy with his pants not even pulled up, dragging a sore on the bed and wailing, Bai Lang felt his eyes hurt. He also didn't bother with the hooligan's pretenses, and went straight out the door—he still had three hundred dollars in his pocket, dinner was no problem, and picking up the remaining subsidy from the martial arts club tomorrow would be enough. He had just stepped out when, the next second, that person had already jumped to the computer and started jerking off...... 'Scumbag!' Bai Lang slammed the door.

What would a scumbag like that do with the money? Bai Lang guessed he'd probably go look for the Great Treasure Sword, but as long as he repays the debt, whether he seeks it or not is irrelevant to Bai Lang.

After going out, Bai Lang prepared to stroll around—Magic City has many places to wander, with three hundred dollars in his pocket it's fine enough. As a representative of poor students, he definitely wouldn't attend afternoon classes. 'Actually I used to be half a top student!' Bai Lang glanced casually at the teaching building, his steps never stopping as he headed outward. Where else could Bai Lang go? Given his level, naturally he opened his phone to search for nearby entertainment venues.

Today's martial arts practice quota was finally finished; Bai Lang had a hard time finding an arcade—these days even internet cafés aren't doing well, let alone arcades. Bai Lang stood in the arcade, once bustling, now only a few people play non-gambling gambling machines, while rows of 97, 98, and even Iron Fist Street Fighter machines sit unused, with only a few powered on...... Bai Lang bought a fifty-dollar token, sat down in front of machine 96, and dropped in a coin......