Chapter 9

"Lightness skill, do you believe it? Actually I still have internal force, hahahaha." Bai Lang, no matter how he puts it, even if before crossing over he might have been an otaku, but after three years in the tooth shop his gift of gab and his knack for dealing with people are indeed impressive—if he relied only on his fists, he'd probably have been beaten to death already.

The Everlasting Joy Gang has great power and many experts, but they might not send a high‑level expert to stand up for a measly tooth shop down below—so if the tooth shop's people provoke some level of expert, even if that "expert" is later killed by the gang's men, isn't that just a pointless death?

Bai Lang laughs with those people; of course he doesn't hide the fact that he knows martial arts, since he can't hide it, but how high his skill is? That's something he can joke about. And ordinary folks really don't notice or can't tell how good his martial arts are; they just think his movements are quick and his force explosive, so he seems quite capable of fighting.

However, in this world martial arts are useless if they don't make money; such arts are merely hobbies, and everyone also thinks that no matter how high one's martial arts, a single gunshot can knock you down, so whatever "internal force" and "lightness skill" are just stuff from wuxia novels, not to be taken seriously—everyone's an adult now, and it's the twenty‑first century, not the eighties; anyone who still believes in wuxia novels is definitely an idiot.

Saying this, Bai Lang struck a few poses, "Real kung fu! I'm not lying to you." This method is very effective at lowering others' guard; everyone laughed and moved on.

Even if he had saved someone, the travel itinerary wouldn't be delayed—everyone came to Ri Ben to have fun, they wouldn't waste time on a rescue. Bai Lang himself didn't think it was a big deal either, until later when Ri Ben reporters showed up at his door...

"You're looking for me?" Bai Lang looked at the male and female reporters before him; they spoke fluent Thus each line: English—because they were China, they were reporters from the overseas Chinese newspaper. "Mr. Bai, we've come to see you because we want to interview you about your rescue…" the male reporter said the first sentence, but the female reporter immediately asked, "Is it really kung fu? We saw the surveillance—what speed!"

Dealing with reporters is far more troublesome than dealing with fellow travelers, yet Bai Lang handles it fine; anyway these two lack the skill to make him rehearse, he just needs to steer the topic toward what represents the moral standard of the China people—this is inherently a good thing, such rescue behavior by the Ri Ben people is rare.

After finally dealing with those two reporters, Bai Lang finally had time to cultivate the Heavenly Circuit again—this counts as quiet training. "This world seems to have nothing good except giving me time to train," he thought. Although he found the so‑called voice annoying, he really discovered that Yu Yu could travel through space and time, and Bai Lang also harbored some idea—after all, he's not unfamiliar with the so‑called infinite genre; honestly, three years have passed and he still remembers quite a bit.

Compared to this modern society, the world he comes from is more like "fantasy"; the Internal Force flowing in his body can attest to that. So could he reveal that world's situation to people here, or even profit by teaching his martial arts? Honestly, Bai Lang doesn't really want to try—with his frail physique, if he stirred up trouble he probably couldn't handle it himself.

Moreover, one can't simply assert that this world definitely lacks the so‑called internal cultivation; he's merely a "ordinary person" who joined a tour group, and the truth behind this world's veil is pitch black to him—he knows nothing—so quietly making a fortune is the real way; even if he gains no other benefit, ten years of cultivation time already counts as the greatest benefit.

That's how the Ri Ben trip went—soon it was time to return to China. Looking at the address on his passport and ID, which meant nothing to him, Bai Lang gave a wry smile: "Damn, I don't even know where I work, never mind that I have a bank card in my wallet—I don't even know the password… Does this identity have parents? Any other relatives or friends? I have no idea! How am I supposed to get by now?"

Fortunately, the boon of crossing over still existed—at least after returning home Bai Lang discovered he was the only one living in the house; after rummaging through boxes he finally found the household register, and saw that he was the only person listed. That was great; as for relatives and friends? They weren't needed, and where he worked didn't matter either—Bai Lang would just stay put for ten years.

The best plan was to sell the house and use the money to live ten years in this world. Said and done, Bai Lang sold the house in the shortest time possible, then deposited his household register and similar documents in a bank vault locker, and afterward he set off to wander the world.

Cultivating martial arts is naturally like that—he only carried a cell phone and a laptop on him, anyway the money from selling the house was enough for him to stay in hotels everywhere. "Hmm, those three high schoolers actually sent emails after all; that's not bad. Let me take a look—although the grammar is full of mistakes, I can at least make sense of it."

The first place Bai Lang went to was the northwest; there, nobody knew him, and practicing martial arts there was indeed much smoother than in a bustling city. Bai Lang's mindset had also become pure—at first he had indeed been dazzled by modern prosperity, letting himself relax a bit, but now that he'd arrived in the bitterly cold northwest, he was instantly back to the days of hard training in martial arts.

Every day he rose before dawn, practiced San Shi Er Lu Chang Quan, and at sunrise gathered the first wisp of purple qi, transforming it into essence qi that circulated through his meridians; whether moving or still, he simply enjoyed martial arts. Although this world's food seems lacking the kind of vitality‑rich nourishment that would boost true qi, its function of replenishing blood and qi is not lacking, and as long as he has money, he can eat meat whenever he wants.

At present Bai Lang's martial cultivation has not yet reached the stage where he can directly swallow and exhale the primordial Qi of heaven and earth and turn it into refined Qi; he still needs to eat large amounts of food that replenish his blood and Qi to sustain his consumption. If someday he can open the Ren and Du meridians and become the Bridge of Heaven and Earth, perhaps he will no longer need to be such a big‑bellied man.

Currently Bai Lang lives in a county town in the northwest; he rents a bungalow that has water, electricity, coal, and internet connection. His daily routine is to grind his Qi, refine his essence, and aside from going to the market each day to buy large quantities of meat, he has little interaction with other people.

Only occasionally does Bai Lang relax a bit, such as going online or strolling around the streets. This place is a stronghold of the Donkey Glue sect; although he does not particularly like this sect, Bai Lang has no intention of interfering with others, but his not interfering with others does not mean that others do not interfere with him......