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Chapter 38 Encountering a Ghost

It had only been seven or eight days since I got the panel from Baiye, but time seemed to be running out of control, like a motor that just wouldn't stop.

One thing after another jumped into his life, leaving him no way to escape.

During each training session, Bai Ye pondered how to train better and how to develop better in the future.

However, time constraints prevented him from doing many things.

Ultimately, it's because his growth period was too short; he's too weak now, and he hasn't even finished his developmental stage.

Take a stamping press, for example. How could he not know that this thing is of great benefit to forging? But whether it's waiting for the approval documents or finding a specialist to modify it, it's not something that can be done in a short time.

Moreover, once he finishes this whole process, the expenses for purchasing and modifying the items will deplete most of his money, leaving him with insufficient living expenses. There are ways to make money, but going through the proper channels is either troublesome or time-consuming.

If setting up a stamping press is this difficult, then better forging equipment, such as voltage converters, mustard gas, or even directly attempting to swallow a nuclear reactor, all these training methods require financial support.

Making money is simple: just sell the Zixia Divine Skill. Given that transferring power directly to someone only results in a loss of 20%, let those with capital and companies handle it.

With enough people, it's not a problem to train martial arts masters in just one night; this represents enormous market value.

The problem is, with Bai Ye's current strength—he can't even beat Spider-Man—how dare he flaunt his wealth? And who can he trust in the Marvel universe?

Tony Stark, before becoming Iron Man, is trustworthy, but as a key target of S.H.I.E.L.D., Crossbones might be leading his team to your door that very night.

In this world where mutants are the dominant species, who knows how many mechanics Hydra might come up with?

This is also why Bai Ye is trying to keep a low profile at the moment. At least until his 3D data reaches the level of Spider-Man, he will not dare to negotiate with those people. Otherwise, he will have no confidence at all.

If Bai Ye were rich now, he wouldn't stop Peter from leaving if he wanted to. He might even give Peter millions as a parting gift like a super-rich person to win him over, replicating the motivational rhetoric that anyone who betrays him can get millions.

Unfortunately, the ideal is often far from reality.

"Bai, I successfully stored a trace of true energy in my dantian as instructed in the manual, but the true energy is too weak."

Just as Bai Ye was training, Smith, who had been sitting cross-legged in the corner without making a sound, spoke up.

Bai Ye glanced at him, and the blood-soaked man put down the iron lump in his hand and nodded, saying, "Okay, turn your back to me now, and I'll send you a wisp of true energy to test the waters."

As a potential confidant when negotiating with the gym owner, Bai Ye planned to give Smith a 10-day experience pack as a newbie perk upon login, and also to see how effective this so-called "transfer of skills" from the Gentleman Sword really was.

"Bai Ye, are you going to pass on your skills to me?" Smith's eyes widened. Having thoroughly studied Bai Ye's handwritten notes, he naturally understood what passing on skills meant.

"Stop talking nonsense, turn around, and I'll transfer my power to you," Bai Ye said calmly.

It was just a wisp of true energy, which would take Smith a whole day, but for him now it only took ten minutes.

Soon, as Smith excitedly sat cross-legged, Bai Ye directly entered Smith's meridians from behind, through his clothes.

As the Purple Cloud True Qi entered his body, Smith immediately held his breath and began to circulate his internal energy according to the technique.

In just three minutes, Bai Ye's internal energy was completely converted, leaving only eight strands, and Bai Ye completely lost this strand of his original internal energy.

"Is this what it means to transfer internal energy...?" Bai Ye closed his eyes and felt the lack of internal energy in his dantian. The whole process was nothing special, and could even be described as ordinary.

Peter, watching with great interest, asked, "Bai, can I learn this internal energy cultivation technique too?"

"Whatever, but it can't be shared outside this year. After that, it's up to you." Bai Ye reminded him to ensure the scarcity of internal energy.

Soon, Peter began to train Bai Ye's body while taking a break to look at the notes Bai Ye had given him.

As a genius whose mental strength had reached 1.6 before the mutation, he quickly memorized the entire manual and prepared to try practicing it after returning home.

Out of gratitude to Bai Ye, Peter helped Bai Ye cultivate until 11 p.m. before leaving.

After everyone left, as night fell over New York, Bai Ye, as usual, dragged out sulfuric acid and began to wash away the marks on his body.

Then, under the cover of night, they began to infiltrate the homes of those gangsters and carry out cleanup work, based on their memories.

The entire city of New York is now on edge because of the massacre of three gangs, and everyone is on high alert.

Bai Ye went directly to the house this time, but found nothing. He only encountered a few armed guards who had been specially stationed inside the house.

After failing to find a suitable location, Bai Ye, with the spirit of "since I'm already here," visited another place, only to find it was also a trap. Clearly, these gangsters had all learned their lesson.

As night fell, Bai Ye walked along a deserted, secluded path toward the gym.

Along the way, a cool breeze blew, giving people an eerie and terrifying feeling. Most of the streetlights emitted a dim and yellowish light due to their age, which shone on Bai Ye's face, which had mostly healed from the acid, as if he had accidentally wandered into the set of a horror movie.

"Rustle and rustle..."

Along the way, Bai Ye's senses could hear the constant sounds of insects and small animals like geckos crawling and the rustling of grass and trees.

At this moment, Bai Ye, who was walking on the road, suddenly froze, because he smelled a faint smell of blood in the air.

Having killed many people in recent days, he could clearly smell the vitality in the blood, which was definitely fresh blood that had just flowed out and had not yet congealed.

"Was someone just killed around here?" Bai Ye wondered to himself.

Of course, he wasn't too alarmed. After all, the number of people who died at his hands, directly or indirectly, was almost enough to achieve the feat of killing a hundred people. It was just a mere murder case.

Since he couldn't hear a heartbeat nearby, Bai Ye guessed that the murderer must have left. Just as he was about to go forward to check, a sound suddenly came from his side.

"Snap!"

A sound like a rotten branch snapping underfoot came from the bushes, causing Bai Ye to turn his head and shout, "Who is it!"

"What kind of monster are you?" A tall, beautiful woman emerged from the bushes, looking at Bai Ye's acid-stained face with apprehension.

She had originally intended to ambush and kill Bai Ye, but after seeing Bai Ye's face, her legs went weak with fear. Where did this monster come from, looking so terrifying?

Looking at the cold and beautiful woman in front of him, whose face was full of fear, Bai Ye's eyelids twitched slightly. Part of the smell of blood came from the woman's mouth.

"It really is a ghost." Bai Ye and the cold, beautiful woman thought to themselves as they looked at each other.

(End of this chapter)