Chapter 6

Bai Lang only felt his vision blur; the jade-carved fish before his eyes flicked like a diver and then vanished without a trace. Next, a voice sounded in Bai Lang's ear: 'Find the jade fish within ten years, otherwise bear the consequences.' This youth still didn't understand what was happening, and the next moment he was shoved hard by a great force. Fortunately he had some martial training, his balance was decent; he merely tilted his body slightly and regained his footing, standing steady on the ground.

However, the surrounding scenery had changed; it was the modern city he was familiar with. In a moment Bai Lang felt moved to tears, 'Back, I'm back!' At that time he hadn't yet considered whether this was his original world, but it was not far off. Regardless of whether it was his original modern world, it was surely better than the ancient-China-like world he had been stuck in before—how could it not be? 'Computer! Phone! Internet! I'm here!'

Three years of time let his mind clear a bit; at least he didn't hold much hope that this second transmigration would return him to his original world. The previous transmigration proved one thing: the multiverse exists. He feared he didn't have such good luck to return to his original world—moreover, there was that voice, the one saying that if he didn't find the jade fish in ten years he'd bear the consequences; what exactly was that voice, and how serious were the consequences? These are all questions.

However, there's no harm in relaxing for now......

Now, although there were skyscrapers around, suggesting modern society, just looking at the characters on those buildings let Bai Lang know what place this was—aside from Ri Ben, where else would there be so many Japanese signs? However, there was no one on the street; it's normal for Ri Ben at night to have few people, and this place didn't seem to be the city centre. Bai Lang looked at himself...... Sure enough, that voice really had some ability, for his clothes had also changed, into ordinary sweats and sweatpants, yet he seemed to have no money......

'What now? Forget about finding that damned jade fish; just surviving here is already a hassle! I damn well don't speak Japanese! Unless I can rely on an American dad and eight graceful deer to get by! Besides, I still have some martial skills; maybe I can make a living by robbery?' Bai Lang, before and after transmigration, didn't have much social experience; basically he didn't know how to make money, he'd just spend it...... Now dumped into a place unfamiliar in life and where he couldn't even understand the language, after the initial excitement he immediately felt that life wouldn't be easy.

He had just taken a step when he saw the jade fish beside his foot...... The black-dotted jade stone's eyes seemed still to be looking at him. Bai Lang expressionlessly gazed at the jade fish on the ground; after about a minute he bent down and picked up the jade fish. 'Charging, will be full in ten years.' The voice sounded again; at that moment Bai Lang wanted to toss the fish far away, but the unknown consequences restrained his impulse. After carefully securing the jade fish, he also turned around—because someone was coming.

'Hey, Bai Lang. What are you doing out there? I'm telling you, you better not run off—loitering in present-day Ri Ben isn't worth it......' The person who came over didn't know him, but seemed to recognize him, and still spoke to him like that. 'Oh? Who said I have to stay in Ri Ben?' Bai Lang muttered. 'Never mind, never mind, no smoking here—no signs, nothing going on, just head back to the hotel; tomorrow we still have to go to Oshino Hakkai.'

Bai Lang more or less understood; he realized his identity originally came from being with a tour group. It seems the owner of that so-called voice isn't completely unscrupulous, after all giving him some identity. Bai Lang clenched his fists, feeling the power surging within his body, the Internal Force flowing through his meridians; this skill of his hasn't been 'sealed', it looks like he can accomplish great things. There's also a room key in the sweatshirt pocket; Bai Lang had no intention of continuing to hang out outside, so he followed the guy who seemed to know him back to the hotel.

Hot water, smart flush toilet, Sealy mattress, television and laptop...... Bai Lang once again felt that long-lost emotion, feeling the hot water striking his perineum, he then burst into tears: 'Wooden sticks, rough as hell toilet paper...... Today, today at last...... and that damn foul-smelling outhouse! At least let me be comfortable for these ten years.' But thinking of having to live like that again in ten years really makes him want to die. Compared to not knowing what the consequences will be, Bai Lang thinks it's better to listen to people, eat his fill, and wait for the jade fish to fill with 'electricity', then whatever happens, happens.

The laptop was something he brought himself with this identity; Ri Ben hotels don't have much wifi, yet Bai Lang clumsily turned on his phone hotspot, went online and, hungry and thirsty, began to look everywhere. 'There's a subtle inconsistency...... indeed not my own world.....' Unable to describe the feeling welling up in his chest, he stared blankly at the 2016 timestamp below the computer.

'Is the time since I arrived the same year......' He unconsciously muttered a few words, Bai Lang drew a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and unconsciously began to circulate his internal cultivation method. In this situation he dazedly entered a training state. Internal Force completed a small circulation; having only opened the Ren meridian and three meridians, this small circulation took at most less than half an hour, and Bai Lang had already calmed down.

He turned off the computer, lay on the Sealy mattress, his breath became faint, and he entered deep sleep.

The next morning at five o'clock, Bai Lang had already woken; he leapt out of bed, put on loose clothing and prepared to go practice—'Train the tendons, bones and skin externally; train a single breath internally'—this had been his unshakable habit for three years, otherwise how could he have become the best fighter in the denture guild within three years? Know that the guild's members still include veteran fighters in their twenties and thirties, but they've all grown lazy and slipshod......

The hotel's location isn't bustling; it seems to be that kind of chain hotel specializing in tour groups—though nearby there happens to be an electric railway station. Moreover, in front of the hotel there is also a park; Bai Lang prepares to practice on the open ground there. San Shi Er Lu Chang Quan combined with the techniques in the fist manual, Bai Lang has long since integrated them thoroughly; yesterday's online search showed they seem hardly different from whatever Pi Gua, Xingyi, and Baji are. However, due to the Internal Force aroused by training a single breath, these techniques should be considerably stronger than before.

Bai Lang settled his mind and regulated his breath; he stomped his foot, dust on the ground didn't rise, yet it trembled slightly. He threw out a punch, beginning to gradually practice the Long Fist to loosen tendons and bones, his mind fully invested in these fists and feet, yet his mouth stayed tightly shut, making no sound—this is the Internal Force circulating a single breath, not needing to exhale with sound. Shouting randomly at five in the morning would be rather indecent, and this is something Bai Lang had planned ahead of time.