Bai Sheng

Bai Yang was puzzled, but he didn't dawdle and quickly headed toward the dormitory.

His adrenal disorder syndrome hadn't even flared up yet—it had simply healed on its own after his monsterization, without any medicine.

His strength had now reached a respectable level. Bai Sheng was nine years older than him, and he was only a high-level war general at present.

Although there was hope he might break through to war god, at the same age, his strength clearly fell far short of where Bai Yang was now.

As long as he showed off a bit of his ability, this matter would blow over.

The real headache had always been his uncle Bai Pianyong, who seemed dead set on finding some illness in him and sending him off to Kyoto for permanent hospitalization.

And the worst part was that the man was genuinely well-intentioned, which made it all the more suffocating.

Before long, Bai Yang had returned to his dormitory.

A man and three women were standing at the door, not going inside.

The man wasn't tall, only about 170 centimeters.

He looked young, with a resolute expression and a handsome face, and a short beard added a touch of authority to his features.

This was Bai Yang's cousin, Bai Sheng, the pillar of the Bai Family in Jiangnan Base City.

As for the other women, Bai Yang had never seen any of them before.

He thought their appearances were passable, but their demeanor was casual, and there was a hint of frivolity in their eyes and brows.

Were these three Sheng-ge's women?

Bai Yang stepped up to greet them. Bai Sheng saw that he was full of energy, his face glowing with health.

Compared to half a year ago, when his complexion was greenish and he looked vaguely sickly, it was a world of difference.

Overjoyed, Bai Sheng warmly embraced Bai Yang and held him for a long time before letting go.

Bai Yang felt a little awkward. The two had grown up together, and the bond between them as brothers was deep.

Sheng-ge had always been like this since childhood, so he just let him be.

For some reason, Bai Sheng never introduced the three women.

Bai Yang didn't feel comfortable asking, so he opened the door himself, and the five of them walked in together.

As soon as Bai Sheng sat down inside, he started asking about Bai Yang's recent situation.

Bai Yang picked out a few things he could talk about and shared them.

When Bai Sheng heard that Bai Yang had already become a martial artist and that his hidden ailment had completely vanished under genetic optimization, his expression suddenly shifted.

Bai Sheng's face stiffened as he said, "So Xiao Yang, you're fine now. That's good.

But are you sure? Shouldn't you go to a good hospital in Kyoto for a thorough recheck?"

The three women had been expressionless and aloof since they entered, glancing around the small single dormitory with obvious disdain.

They had looked like they couldn't be bothered to speak at all, but upon hearing this, one of them suddenly laughed and said, "Well, that's nice. One more candidate."

The other two seemed to size up Bai Yang seriously for the first time, scanning him from head to toe several times.

They then brazenly scrutinized his handsome face and his waist and hips in a few more rounds.

The two exchanged a glance and suddenly burst out laughing.

They laughed so hard their bodies swayed and shook, bending forward and back. Who knew what they were thinking of that was so funny?

Bai Yang frowned slightly. What kind of women were these three?

Their gazes at him were extremely contemptuous and overbearing—more like appraising goods from a lofty height than looking at a person.

And their laughter was especially mocking, utterly rude and dripping with aggression.

If not for Bai Sheng's sake, he would have lost his temper.

And Sheng-ge's behavior was also off, completely different from his usual bold and generous self.

Lately, Bai Yang had been getting whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

He had been on top in every situation—when had he ever put up with this kind of treatment?

No matter their status or power, everyone who dealt with him was polite and respectful.

These three strange women dared to show him such blatant disregard. His face immediately darkened.

Bai Sheng knew him extremely well and caught the shift in his expression at once. He quickly said, "Xiao Yang, things are a bit complicated. I'll explain to you alone later. Please don't get angry!"

Before Bai Yang could respond, the leading woman cut Bai Sheng off directly and said with a smirk, "What? He still doesn't know? You've been keeping this kid pretty well protected, huh? Hahahaha!"

Bai Sheng's face darkened at that, but for some reason, he seemed to hold back and didn't retort.

Bai Yang was truly furious now!

Those three women were annoying enough, but Sheng-ge's cowering, hesitant way of speaking was what really got under his skin.

What kind of behavior was this?!

You're a high-level war general! What are these three things?

At best they're junior war generals—what couldn't you have said properly?

Rage burning in his heart, his words turned harsh: "Did you hear me? My brother and I have private business. What are you still doing here? Close the door on your way out."

The moment those words left his mouth, the four across from him froze, staring at him in shock.

"What? Didn't catch that? I won't see you out. Do me a favor and take the trash by the door with you—those black bags. No thanks."

Bai Yang didn't care what they thought, pouring fuel on the fire with another jab.

Bai Sheng's eyes went wide with shock. He couldn't believe these words came from his own cousin. Was this still Bai Yang?

The three women stood dumbfounded. Never in their lives had anyone dared to talk back to them like this!

For a moment, they didn't even know what to say.

The woman at the front recovered first, her long hair flying as she shrieked, "How dare you!"

Her voice was high, sharp, grating—like a deliberate scream.

Bai Yang hated that kind of noise. His instincts took over, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He swung a palm toward them!

A coffee table sat between them. Normally, Bai Yang couldn't possibly reach her.

But his hand moved like lightning. The moment he decided to strike, the palm shot out without any warning.

As he rose to hit her, his knees straightened abruptly, his upper body springing forward as if launched, instantly closing the distance.

His torso leaned far forward, but his feet stayed rooted to the floor like magnets, perfectly steady.

An ordinary person could never pull off such a move.

Slap. His palm landed solidly on the woman's face.

She had the cultivation of a junior war general, yet she couldn't defend herself at all. Before she even understood what happened, her face took the hit.

Bai Yang's force was insidious. That slap not only swelled her cheek to a lump but also dislocated her jaw, silencing her completely.

The other two women lunged to claw at him, but he bent his knees and dropped back into his seat. Their hands swiped at empty air.

Bai Sheng watched it all clearly. Bai Yang's movement and stillness—the three phases of action—were timed and positioned nearly flawlessly.

He'd wanted to stop him, but in that split second, he couldn't find a single opening in Bai Yang's form!

If Bai Yang had been holding a dagger, Bai Zhangting would already be dead!

Was this the level of someone who'd just passed the quasi-warrior test yesterday?

How was that possible!?

Any junior war general, caught off guard in that close quarters—who could survive his hands!?

The three women, mad with fury, wanted to charge past Bai Sheng and kill him.

Bai Yang sat still, not moving an inch, and sneered: "This is the Jiangnan First Military Academy! Think carefully before you act!"

Bai Zhangting and the other two weren't fools. Those words snapped them back to reality, and they instantly calmed down.

A military academy! This place was essentially a quasi-military zone!

Could outsiders just kill people here without consequence?

Just then, an alarm suddenly blared inside the dormitory. The security defense mechanism had activated on its own!