Chapter 863

"Lightness Skill, do you believe it? Actually, I even have internal force, hahahahaha." Regardless of how one might describe Bai Lang—even if he might have been a shut-in before transmigrating—after three years of mixing in the dental agency, his glibness and his ability to handle people had grown significantly. If he had relied solely on his fists for everything, he likely would have been beaten to death long ago.

The Changle Gang had great influence and many experts, but on the scene, they wouldn't necessarily go to bat for a mere dental agency down below to the extent of involving high-level experts. So, if someone from the dental agency provoked certain high-level experts, even if that "expert" were killed by people from the gang afterward, wouldn't it still 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 skills, because he couldn't hide it, but just how high his skills were? That was something he could joke about. And ordinary people really didn't know or couldn't tell how high Bai Lang's skills were; everyone just felt his movements were quick and his strikes were fierce, so he certainly seemed quite capable of fighting.

However, in this world, having martial arts was useless; martial arts that couldn't earn money could only be a hobby. And everyone also believed that no matter how high one's martial arts were, a single gunshot would take one down. Those "internal force" and "Lightness Skill" were just things from wuxia novels and couldn't be taken seriously. Everyone was an adult, and it was the twenty-first century, not the 1980s; anyone who still believed in wuxia novels must be a fool.

Speaking of this, Bai Lang even struck a few poses. "Real kung fu! I'm not lying to you." This method was very effective at lowering the attention of others, and everyone would just laugh it off.

Even after saving someone, the travel itinerary remained unaffected. Everyone came to Japan to have fun and wouldn't delay their time just for saving someone. Even Bai Lang himself didn't think it was a big deal, until later in the evening when Japanese reporters came knocking...

"You're looking for me?" Bai Lang looked at the two reporters, a man and a woman, before him. They spoke fluent Chinese—that was because they were Chinese themselves; they were reporters for the Overseas Chinese News. "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 kung fu? We saw the surveillance footage, such fast speed!"

Dealing with reporters was more troublesome than dealing with fellow tourists, but Bai Lang still did a decent job. In any case, these two didn't have the ability to make him demonstrate, so he just had to try hard to steer the topic toward the moral standards of the Chinese people. This was a good thing to begin with; such life-saving behavior by the Japanese was rare.

Having finally dealt with those two reporters, Bai Lang finally had the time to practice the circulation of Qi again—this counted as static meditation. "It seems this world has nothing good to offer me other than time to practice?" Although he felt that so-called voice was a total scam, once he truly discovered that the Yu Yu could travel through time and space, Bai Lang also harbored certain ideas—it wasn't as if he hadn't read those so-called infinite-genre stories; truthfully, even after three years had passed, he could still vaguely remember quite a few of them.

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

And 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 at all. Therefore, keeping a low profile and making a fortune was the real way to go. Even if he didn't gain any benefits, the ten years of practice time already counted as the greatest benefit.

That was how the Japan tour went, and soon it was time to return to the country. Looking at the address on his passport and ID card, which he had no impression of, Bai Lang also gave a bitter smile. "I, his mother, 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 at all! How am I supposed to get by now?"

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

The best way was to sell the house and use that money to spend ten years in this world. No sooner said than done, Bai Lang sold the house in the shortest possible time, then found a bank vault to rent a box to store his household registration book 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; in any case, 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 understandable."

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

He rose before dawn every day and started practicing the Thirty-Two Road Long Fist. At sunrise, he collected the first ray of purple energy, transformed it into essence, and let it circulate through his meridians. In every movement and stillness, he purely took pleasure in practicing martial arts. Although the food in this world didn't seem to have the benefit of being rich in primordial energy to nourish true Qi, the function of replenishing blood and energy consumption was not lacking at all. And as long as he had money, he could eat meat as much as he wanted.

Bai Lang's current martial arts cultivation had not yet reached the level of directly inhaling and exhaling the world's primordial energy to transform it into essence; he still needed to eat a large amount of food that nourished blood and energy 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. Apart from 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, which meant 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 864 =====