Rooms and Beds

Seeing all the children ahead of him pass the test without issue, including the little girl.

One particularly sturdy-looking boy even lifted a massive stone pedestal weighing one hundred and sixty kilograms.

Ling Wuyuan was slightly taken aback.

He realized that perhaps there was no need to hide his current Physical Fitness.

Although he was now stronger than an ordinary adult.

He had never truly cultivated.

So compared with some children his age who had cultivated, he might not necessarily be all that outstanding.

At the very least.

That child who had forcibly lifted a one-hundred-and-sixty-kilogram weight without much difficulty was probably stronger than him.

He could likely lift that stone pedestal too, but he probably could not do so as easily as the other boy.

For a moment.

He gained a deeper understanding of the average Physical Fitness in this world.

The examiner was also quite satisfied with the boy's result and nodded.

After scrutinizing him for a few moments, he took the initiative to ask:

"Not bad strength."

"Have you cultivated before?"

The fairly handsome child immediately replied with a proud expression:

"Yes, sir. My family has an incomplete cultivation technique, so I've been cultivating for a year already!"

Hearing that.

Though the examiner praised him aloud, he was actually somewhat disappointed.

After all, it was perfectly normal to achieve something after cultivating for a while.

By comparison.

If the boy had attained such results without ever cultivating, that would truly have been worth celebrating.

It could barely count as being born with extraordinary brute strength.

Then, the test continued.

Before long, it was Ling Wuyuan's turn.

After a bout of frantic deliberation, Ling Wuyuan ultimately decided to hold something back. He chose only the one-hundred-kilogram stone pedestal. The biggest change was that he abandoned his original plan of pretending to struggle immensely. Instead, he merely put on a slightly strained expression, making it seem that even if he used every ounce of strength he had, he could probably only barely lift the one-hundred-and-twenty-kilogram pedestal.

Just as he had expected, it was a fairly good result, but nowhere near eye-catching.

After glancing at him, the examiner had the next person step forward.

Even the other children present paid no mind to his result.

Once the results were out.

Three children had done better than him in this round, while four had achieved the same result as him.

But judging from his expression.

The examiner was fairly satisfied with their group's performance.

"You, come here. Take these newcomers to their future dormitories, then explain White Crow Mountain's basic layout to them!"

After calling over someone to serve as their guide.

The examiner then instructed Ling Wuyuan and the others:

"You're done for today."

"Tomorrow morning, someone will make various arrangements based on your circumstances."

"So get some proper rest today."

With that, before any of those who had passed could react, the examiner turned and left without another word.

He left only the children, who happily followed their guide.

As they walked, although some of the children appeared relatively composed, smiles and pride shone from nearly all their faces.

They felt like students who had done very well on their college entrance examinations.

For the vast majority of commoners.

Being able to become a member of a gang like the White Crow Gang, which had a history spanning several centuries.

Setting everything else aside, it was at least far better than going home to farm or do handicrafts.

And if they could secure some position in the future, they would truly be able to hold their heads high.

So every child was extremely happy.

A few of them even began introducing themselves with smug faces, taking the opportunity to strike up conversations with others.

For instance, some of the children with the best results chose to do so.

They were like proud peacocks.

The moment they confirmed that they were good enough.

They could not wait to spread their tails and show themselves off.

Though they were still young and many of their methods were exceedingly immature, their instinctive desire to form cliques was undoubtedly on full display.

In this world.

People matured relatively early.

From a very young age, children had to understand all sorts of principles of survival.

For example, everyone had to fight over certain things...

And numbers often represented strength.

Watching all this.

While the other children excitedly chatted among themselves, Ling Wuyuan casually chimed in from time to time.

For example, he told the others his name.

But his attention remained focused primarily on the surrounding buildings and gang members.

As for the guide walking at the front, although he had little interest in dealing with the little ghosts behind him, he still introduced the various buildings to the new members as he walked in order to complete his task.

"This is..."

"That is..."

Listening to those introductions.

Ling Wuyuan gradually gained a clearer understanding of the entire White Crow Gang.

Genuine anticipation and satisfaction appeared on his face.

From the guide's words.

He could clearly understand the White Crow Gang's prosperity.

Rather than a gang, this place could, to a great extent, already be called a town.

A place called White Crow Town!

Between the gang members, their families, and all sorts of other people, this place had a permanent population of more than six thousand!

Combined with its various defensive fortifications, even an army of over ten thousand men would find it difficult to break through this place.

Of course, that was only when counting ordinary soldiers.

If the experts within the army were included...

Facing the nation's true apparatus of violence, Ling Wuyuan did not think the White Crow Gang would have much power to resist.

At present.

His greatest impression was that virtually all of his needs for food, clothing, shelter, and travel could be met here.

As for various forms of entertainment, they could be found in nearby Wucha Town and the other towns and villages.

At that moment.

Ling Wuyuan could not help but marvel at the power of so-called local tyrants and territorial snakes.

A local emperor?

It truly could be described that way.

But when he thought of how even the Pei Family, whose overall strength far surpassed the White Crow Gang's, had had its main force wiped out overnight, leaving only a few remnants hiding everywhere, he understood that the current state of affairs was merely a reflection in the mirror, a flower in the water...

Strong, yet not strong enough.

About twenty minutes later.

Ling Wuyuan and the others arrived at the dormitory area.

As this was a gang with a history of several centuries, its various basic facilities had naturally long since been completed.

It could not possibly still be extremely crude in every respect.

So, to be honest, the actual living conditions here were far better than Ling Wuyuan had initially imagined.

He had thought that three to five people would be crammed into each room.

But in reality, there were a great many empty rooms for him to choose from as he pleased.

In the end.

After registering his information.

He chose a small single room in a relatively remote and quiet location.

Though the room was not large, it was still around twenty square meters.

Inside were a mirror, a kettle, a wardrobe, a bed...

Even though the furnishings were extremely simple, the instant Ling Wuyuan felt the softness of the bed, excitement and sorrow rose within him at the same time.

"Fuck..."

"After struggling along all these years, I finally have a real bed..."