Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 1012

Bai Lang slapped the bastard in front of him to the ground and stepped over him without even glancing at him. The two henchmen following behind him didn't dare to utter a sound either. In this kind of place, strength is not the most important thing. The most important thing is to be smart and know who you can't mess with.

Otherwise, you'll only ever be a plane, a nobody forever.

"Even 49 doesn't count," Bai Lang sighed, then turned and left.

The city is divided into an inner city and an outer city, and the distinction between the two is quite strict. I heard that there are no eerie things in the inner city, so you don't have to worry about dying a violent death in the middle of the night.

The outer city was a mixed bag, with a population far greater than that of the inner city. I heard that the inner city had less than a million people, including the servants and lackeys who served the wealthy, while the outer city had seven or eight million.

The closer you get to the inner city, the better the order and the cleaner the streets are. However, gangs still run rampant, which is why martial arts schools are everywhere. Without learning a few moves, it's hard to survive in this world.

Moreover, if one achieves some success in martial arts, there is even a chance to enjoy a life of luxury in the inner city—even working as a servant in the inner city is safer and more comfortable than being a wealthy man in the outer city.

To become an official through martial arts training—this is something the big shot in the outer city wouldn't even dare to dream of. Putting aside his aptitude, how far could the martial arts taught in the outer city's martial arts schools possibly go? Don't be ridiculous, that would require martial arts schools or powerful sects in the inner city.

Bai Lang went to a martial arts school called Flying Bird Martial Arts School, which was registered under the Martial Arts Association. The school taught a set of martial arts techniques: Eagle Claw and Flying Eagle Kick.

Because Bai Lang's money only allowed him to go to such a second-rate martial arts school, the admission policy was: "Fifteen taels of silver for three months. If you can't develop Ming Jin (a martial arts skill), you'll be asked to leave after three months. If you do, you can become an inner disciple." That's how the registered disciples were described.

If you become an inner disciple, you don't have to pay any fees. The martial arts school might even introduce you to jobs and take a cut. Of course, you can also get the school's unique cultivation medicines for internal and external use by selling or giving them away.

Bai Lang understood that all the martial arts schools in the outer city operated in this way, each with its own territory and connections, and of course, they also had cooperative gangs.

“Sure enough, the martial arts here follow almost entirely the so-called external martial arts of China, with all sorts of techniques, from Ming Jin to An Jin, and only after reaching the Dan Dan stage does the so-called true Qi arise from the outside in,” Bai Lang nodded. “It can be said that they arrive at the same destination through different paths.”

Unfortunately, this method of training relies heavily on physical talent. If someone has an ordinary physique but extraordinary comprehension, they will only be able to demonstrate their abilities after reaching the Core Formation stage—a waste of talent.

Moreover, this training method is too time-consuming. The advantage is that combat power is achieved quickly, and you can start making money and getting ahead in as little as three months.

Bai Lang paid the money. "Sigh, it's just fun. To be honest, I haven't even practiced any Ming Jin or An Jin. I just started with whole Jin. What's the point of distinguishing between Ming and An Jin?" Back then, his Tiger Form Fist could tear people apart like a tiger. No amount of Ming Jin or An Jin could withstand his grab and tear.

Inside was a large, open-air training ground with wooden dummy dummies, stone weights, and other props. Dozens of young men and women dressed in close-fitting martial arts uniforms were practicing their fist techniques, and there were just as many people practicing stances.

On the other side, female disciples were also practicing martial arts. These were all outer disciples, the kind who were trained in batches every three months. Bai Lang was now following the new batch of about ten people to the storeroom to get their clothes and number tags. Of course, if they wanted to stay overnight, they would have to pay an extra tael of silver.

Finally, the martial arts school provides three meals a day, and they make sure you're full—the food is meat from exotic or ferocious beasts hunted outside, the kind that would make an ordinary person's nose bleed from just one bite, but even a regular martial artist can sustain a day's intense training with just a piece or two of meat. Once they develop internal strength, they won't have enough to replenish their qi and blood, so they'll eat even stronger meat, or simply take elixirs.

"We offer a special nourishing soup for those inside the sect, while outer disciples can use one packet every three days. Soaking in the soup can relieve fatigue and hidden injuries, and promote the flow of energy in your fist techniques," said the inner disciple leading the group.

I received the items, and they said the official start date would be tomorrow.

When Bai Lang returned, he did find that Si Jiuzi, whom he had slapped to the ground, was no longer there, but soon a group of Si Jiuzi swarmed over, ready to gang up on him.

The gang's name was rather rustic; it was called the Black Tiger Gang. They collected protection money from a certain row of boats at the dock, and eventually took a small share of the fish wholesale market. They were one of the lowest-ranking gangs.

There are countless gangs like this in the outer city, and the elimination rate is very high. Bai Lang did a casual survey before and heard that there are at least six or seven Black Tiger Gangs in this quarter of the outer city near the dock, and the Black Tiger Gang in the dock area may be the eleventh generation in the past twenty years.
The leaders of such gangs are usually disciples who have mastered the Ming Jin (明劲) skill.

Those who tried to surround Bai Lang weren't actually that kind of people; they were just guys who had practiced martial arts but weren't at that level. So Bai Lang happily started slapping people left and right, one slap was enough to make someone fall asleep instantly. Soon, a circle of people lay on the ground.

"Today is my last day here. Starting tomorrow, I'm afraid the master will have to become a thief and find some clueless guys to stay at their houses for a few days," Bai Lang thought.

After being kicked out of the Bai family mansion, she didn't have much belongings besides some clothes—and those belongings still belonged to her cheap mother. These people still had some sense of shame and didn't take all of her dowry; at least she was able to take most of the jewelry, headwear, and clothes she wore when she got married.

When the illness was treated, all of these things were pawned, and what was left was this fifteen taels of silver and a few pieces of Bai Lang's clothes.

The guy did some quick calculations and said, "Well, the day of reckoning isn't due for another six months. Let them have their fun for now; they won't have such good days later."

If you think about it, his cheapskate father must have owed something in his destiny during the process of building his fortune. He spent half his life in a blazing fire, and the other half he had to pay it back. It wouldn't be enough to just lose his life; he probably would have to die out and his family be ruined.

Now all the uncles and elders are taking the lead, it's so awesome!

Bai Lang made do with sleeping for one night, and before dawn he took his own life.

"Eagle Claw Kung Fu?" Bai Lang went into the martial arts school as soon as it opened. He was recalling the Eagle Claw Kung Fu he had seen before—a martial art that could split the earth and even lift mountains with a single claw.

The disciple who taught this group of students was named Huang Chong. He seemed to be a fairly simple and honest person, and he also started by teaching them stance training. "First, stand in stance for an hour. If you can meet the requirements, you can start practicing boxing. Otherwise, it's a waste of time."

"It's very basic stance training. Oh well, it'll be good to play along with them." Bai Lang stood in the extremely standard stance for an hour, and then he was allowed to practice boxing. Was that surprising? Yes, but not many, because there have always been apprentices who come with their own skills, and even some talented apprentices can do it perfectly well.

Bai Lang casually moved his eagle claw and knew he could easily produce the sound of a thousand birds. This was due to his speed. The eagle claw technique taught at this martial arts school could not produce the sound of a thousand birds, and the Ming Jin technique was as unremarkable as cracking a whip.