Chapter 815

"Lightness Skill, do you believe it? Actually, I also have Internal Force, hahahahaha." Regardless of how Bai Lang might have been a shut-in before he transmigrated, after three years of mixing in the agency, his glib tongue and social skills had grown significantly—if he had relied solely on his fists for everything, he would likely have been beaten to death long ago.

The Changle Gang had great influence and many experts, but they wouldn't necessarily go to the trouble of sending a high-level expert just for a mere agency below them—so if someone from the agency provoked a certain level of expert, even if that "expert" were killed by the gang later, wouldn't it be a death in vain?

Bai Lang joked around with those people; of course, he didn't hide the fact that he had martial arts, because he couldn't hide it, but as for how high his martial arts were? That was something he could joke about. Most people really didn't know or couldn't tell how high Bai Lang's martial arts were; everyone just felt his movements were quick and his strikes powerful, so he certainly seemed quite capable of fighting.

However, in this world, having martial arts was useless; martial arts that couldn't earn money were just a hobby. Everyone also believed that no matter how high one's martial arts were, a single gunshot would take them down. That so-called "Internal Force" and "Lightness Skill" were just things from wuxia novels and couldn't be taken seriously—everyone was an adult, and now it was the 21st century, not the 1980s; anyone who still believed in wuxia novels must be an idiot.

Speaking of this, Bai Lang even struck a few poses. "Real martial arts! I'm not lying to you." This method could very effectively lower others' attention, and everyone would just laugh it off.

Even after saving someone, the travel itinerary would not be delayed—everyone came to Japan to have fun, and they wouldn't delay their time for the sake of saving someone. Even Bai Lang himself didn't feel it was a big deal, until later that evening when Japanese reporters came knocking...

"You're looking for me?" Bai Lang looked at the two reporters, a man and a woman, in front of him. They spoke fluent Chinese—that was because they were Chinese themselves, reporters for a diaspora newspaper. "Mr. Bai? We've come to find you because we want to interview you about saving that person..." the male reporter said the first sentence, but the female reporter immediately asked, "Was it really martial arts? We saw the surveillance, such fast speed!"

Dealing with reporters was more troublesome than dealing with tour group members, but Bai Lang still did a decent job. Anyway, these two didn't have the ability to make him demonstrate, so he just had to try his best to steer the topic toward the moral standards of Chinese people—this was a good thing after all, and such life-saving behavior by the Japanese was rare.

After finally dealing with these two reporters, Bai Lang finally had time to practice the circulation again—this counted as static meditation. "Does this world seem to have nothing good besides giving me time to practice?" Although he felt that the so-called voice was a scam, after truly discovering that the Yu Yu could travel through time and space, Bai Lang also held certain thoughts—it wasn't as if he hadn't read those so-called infinite-genre novels; honestly, three years had passed, and he could still vaguely remember quite a few.

Compared to the world he was in, this modern society was more similar to "fantasy," and the Internal Force flowing in his body could testify to that. So, could he reveal the situation of "that world" to people here, or even teach the martial arts he possessed to make a profit? Honestly, Bai Lang didn't really want to try. With his small stature, if he were to cause trouble, he feared he wouldn't be able to handle it himself.

Moreover, he couldn't just conclude that this world absolutely didn't have so-called "Internal Force." He was currently just an "ordinary person" who had joined a tour group. He was completely in the dark about the "truth" behind the veil of this world, knowing nothing—so keeping quiet and making a fortune was the real way to go. Even if he didn't get any other benefits, ten years of practice time was already the greatest benefit.

That was how the Japan trip went, and soon it was time to return home. Looking at the address on his passport and ID card that he had no impression of, Bai Lang also gave a bitter smile. "Damn it, I don't even know where I work. Don't look at the bank card in my wallet; damn it, I don't even know the password... Does this identity have parents? Any other relatives or friends? I don't know any of this! How am I supposed to get by now?"

Fortunately, there was still a benefit to this transmigration. At least after Bai Lang returned, he discovered that he lived alone in the house. After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, he finally found the household register and discovered he was the only one. That was very good. As for relatives and friends? That wasn't needed, and the place of work wasn't important either; anyway, Bai Lang would just stay for ten years.

The best way was to sell the house and use that money to live in this world for ten years. He acted as soon as he thought of it. Bai Lang sold the house in the shortest possible time, then found a bank vault to rent a box to store his household register and other documents, and then went off to wander the world.

Practicing martial arts was originally like this. He only carried his mobile phone and laptop with him; anyway, the money from selling the house was enough for him to stay in hotels everywhere. "Hmm, those three high school students actually sent an email. That's not bad. Let me see. Although there are many grammatical errors, it's at least readable."

The first place Bai Lang went to was the Northwest. No one recognized him there, and practicing martial arts in such a place was indeed much smoother than in a bustling city. Bai Lang's mind had now also become pure. At first, he had truly been dazzled by modern prosperity and had relaxed a bit, but now that he had arrived in the bitter cold of the Northwest, he had immediately returned to the days of hard training in the past.

He rose before dawn every day, started practicing the 32-Route Long Fist, and at sunrise, he collected the first ray of purple Qi, transforming it into essence to circulate through his meridians. In every movement and stillness, he purely took joy in practicing martial arts. Although the food in this world didn't seem to have the benefits of being rich in Yuan Qi to supplement True Qi, the function of replenishing blood and Qi consumption was not lacking at all, and as long as he had money, he could eat meat whenever he wanted.

Bai Lang's current martial arts cultivation had not yet reached the level of directly inhaling and exhaling the world's Yuan Qi to transform it into essence; he still needed to eat a large amount of food that supplemented blood and Qi to maintain his consumption. If one day he could open the Ren and Du meridians and achieve the Bridge of Heaven and Earth, perhaps he wouldn't need to be such a big eater.

The place where Bai Lang currently lived was a county town in the Northwest. He rented a bungalow with water, electricity, and gas, and the internet was also connected. On weekdays, he just tempered his strength and refined his Qi. Besides going to the market every day to buy a large amount of meat, he didn't have much interaction with others.

Only occasionally would Bai Lang relax a little, such as surfing the internet or strolling around the streets. This place was a place where the Obedience Cult was prevalent. Although he didn't like this sect very much, Bai Lang had no intention of interfering with others. However, just because he didn't interfere with others didn't mean others wouldn't interfere with him... ===== CHAPTER 816 =====