Chapter 240: School

The thing moving beneath the water surface looks not small; if, from a mountain peak over a hundred meters above sea level, looking obliquely, that big black shadow moving beneath the water surface still appears quite large, then if it reveals its form, it is absolutely huge. Bai Lang was also pondering this problem: "If that crab isn't anything, then as soon as I say there's something in the mud, this kind of jumping fish appears; as soon as I say there's probably something on the cliff, this kind of strange bird appears... Could it be that this place actually makes wishes come true?"

Moreover, it is definitely a spirit that is ineffective for the good but effective for the bad—a place specially for manifesting the crow's mouth divine ability.

Bai Lang watched the huge whirlpool on the sea surface emit a thunder-like sound, and those shadows finally rose to the water surface—these were some ferocious and terrifying marine creatures, including but not limited to sharks, Canglong, Shanglong, giant octopuses and such; in any case, they gave Bai Lang an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Bai Lang looked at all this and also laughed helplessly, how could such things threaten him? If he doesn't go into the water, what can these monsters do to him?

Bai Lang looked at the crabs still piled up in a heap—these crabs, devoid of any intelligence, when stacked, the ones underneath are directly crushed, and as a result the ones on top begin to collapse; this cycle has repeated several times already, making the beach reek of stench. The rotting speed of dead crabs is fast, and this kind of crab seems especially fast—perhaps because they are wholly scavengers? Anyway, a shift in the wind brings a wave of foul odor.

However, Bai Lang can control the wind; as long as he prevents the wind from blowing here and uses a whirlwind to isolate himself from the outside, it's fine. This trick currently shows nothing unusual, but presumably as time passes the distortion will become more severe. Bai Lang vaguely has a thought—that the distortion of this world might be something that outsiders like him bear a large share of responsibility for? Otherwise it's hard to explain why the longer he stays in one place, the worse the distortion becomes.

""Moreover, this is from my perspective. From the world's own perspective...... are they really distorted?" Bai Lang suspected he might very well be the biggest madman. "Or I should leave as soon as possible." He touched the Yu Yu; this Yu Yu, after arriving in this new world, has accumulated quite a bit of energy, and it's estimated that Bai Lang's escape is not far off—this person simply doesn't consider what to do if the Yu Yu fails.

Now with nothing else to do, why not study the spoils gained from slaying monsters—the body-refining manual dropped by that man wearing only a pair of pants. Bai Lang pulled out the book from his pocket and began flipping through it noisily. This time he examined it more carefully. "Is this a work manual?" Bai Lang flipped back and forth through the first half on body-refining precautions and came to this conclusion. The body-refining has just one secret—carrying weight.

After bearing weight and doing basic training, it's much like bodybuilding, exercising muscles all over the body, and also adding various aerobic exercises to boost stamina, while anaerobic exercises increase strength. These trainings are also very down-to-earth—from moving bricks to tilling fields by hand, covering everything; the earlier point was that one could earn the cost of cultivation through one's own labor...... it can be called the world's number one money-saving secret manual.

""Again, an inexplicable sense of familiarity." Bai Lang muttered, and after flipping further he saw the method of breathing and moving qi, which is completely different from cultivating internal force; this method consists of stimulating the vibration of muscle qi and blood to thereby obtain miraculous strength. "The great universe of the world, the small cosmos of the human body." This martial art actually has considerable similarity to some school's external martial arts. After flipping through the entire manual, Bai Lang shook his head.

""This manual is really simple; follow it and you could practice a martial art as strong as a golden body? Could it actually be that the supreme way is truly simple......" This manual only has practice methods, no combat techniques; estimated that after mastery, divine power will be perfected, and any way of fighting will do. "To cultivate other fighting techniques with the posture of pouring water from a high roof..... practicing from a high position will just happen. Isn't this exactly the same as the Nine Yang Divine Skill? Right, the Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill of that school was apparently similar as well?"

This book looks ordinary and unremarkable; its breathing method for moving qi and blood is also quite simple—if one wants to master it, what's needed is not talent but diligence. Bit by bit, never giving up, practicing the method above assiduously for ten or twenty years will definitely yield achievement; of course, those who seek shortcuts will mostly fail. Bai Lang breathed a few times according to the breathing method above, and his innate internal force also stirred a bit: "Quite useful, but this place is not a site for martial practice."

This martial art does not involve absorbing heavenly and earthly qi; bit by bit of strength comes from excavating oneself—the method for supplementing qi seems to rely mainly on eating. After passing a certain checkpoint, strength can spontaneously arise from within the body, at which point one can stop being a glutton. "From head to tail, I'd say it's mostly the Turtle Immortal School Saiyan training method......" Bai Lang simply sat down, propping his chin, thinking.

As for Saiyans, Bai Lang also wants to be one. The problem is he has no tail, so he cannot achieve the great boost in battle power after near-death recovery; the appearance of a Super Saiyan can be imitated a bit, at worst letting the wind blow his hair upright—but his current state probably is that of a Super Nappa. Bai Lang, mimicking, touched his "tail," but there was no second coming of a Kamehameha. The situation is a bit difficult now; letting himself be happy a bit is also good.

""Let's study it properly after I get out." Bai Lang made a decision; before that, he probably won't be able to stay here long—who knows what the distortion here will turn into, maybe entirely different bizarre creatures will appear, although it's already strange enough. The jumping fish on the mudflat can't jump up the hill, but among the surging jumping fish there seems to be some special change—as if something is vibrating beneath those crabs, as if something is approaching.

Bai Lang watched the crab pile collapse again without worry—this time the collapse wasn't the crabs' fault, but a monster burst out from beneath the crab pile. "Wow! What a huge sandworm!" This creature, resembling a centipede, shot out from below, scattering the entire crab pile; its huge body extended into the air, almost ten or more meters high. This is only a small part of its body; Bai Lang looked at this guy, whose body is thicker than a train, and felt that this creature might actually be sixty or seventy meters long.

This thing's head has five fleshy tentacles, and on each side there are two scissor-like huge jaws that look extremely terrifying; the jaws are at least six or seven meters long, appearing sharp beyond compare with cold light flashing. The monster crashed heavily to the ground, and then, as if never stopping, it crawled out of the hole it emerged from—segment by segment; Bai Lang quickly realized he might have guessed wrong, this creature's size is far longer than he estimated.

And among the jumping fish, with an explosive-like huge roar, a large spiked shell arched up from the mudflat, followed by a segmented shelled body and a pair of upright large eyes. "Wow! A huge shrimp!" Bai Lang exclaimed.