Heart-to-Heart

The main entrance of the Jiangnan Base City Limit Dojo General Headquarters was a full hundred meters wide.

Bai Yang was visiting this place for the first time that afternoon, and as he approached the gate, he couldn't help but pause to look at it for a while.

Even though everyone knew no one would dare cause trouble here, the soldiers at the entrance remained vigilant, constantly patrolling the surroundings.

The massive compound was like a large park, with small bridges over flowing water, rock gardens, and flower beds everywhere, and a steady stream of people moving through the grounds.

His lingering gaze soon caught the attention of the soldiers on duty.

A four-man combat team stopped in front of him, and the leader saluted politely, asking, "May I ask what your business is? This is a restricted area of the Limit Dojo. Without an invitation from internal personnel, please leave."

Bai Yang was quite satisfied with their professionalism. This kind of place really wasn't something money alone could buy you into.

That Inspector Liu was truly thoughtful, though it seemed he and Lu Ting didn't get along?

He pulled out a credential with a green cover, opened it, and showed it to the four men.

The leader immediately gave a formal military salute and said, "Major General Bai, hello! Director Bai has instructed that as soon as you arrive, we are to take you to him immediately."

Bai Yang nodded to indicate they should lead the way, and the four-man team immediately turned and cleared a path.

They guided him deeper into the compound.

The internal routes of this place were considered classified; no phone navigation system had detailed maps of the interior.

If it weren't for the soldiers guiding him, Bai Yang would have had quite a bit of trouble finding his way.

Along the way, he noticed that a third of the people passing by were martial artists, making the overall combat power here terrifying.

Soon, he was led to a luxurious villa with pale yellow exterior walls.

Bai Sheng was standing at the door waiting for him; the soldiers had notified him in advance via their radios.

After bidding farewell to the four-man team, the two of them entered the house together.

Bai Yang took his first look at this new home—a three-story villa with its own rooftop terrace and basement.

Each floor was nearly a thousand square meters.

It was less a villa and more a mansion.

On the top-floor terrace, the ground was specially marked with aviation patterns.

It was obvious at a glance that this place could be used for landing and taking off personal aircraft.

At least a flying saucer the size of Mount Hua would be absolutely no problem.

The attached courtyard came fully equipped with a swimming pool, a pond, a pavilion, and a lawn.

These things didn't really interest Bai Yang much; the key was the interior.

A study, a media room, a bar, a martial arts training hall—almost everything was available.

There was nothing Bai Yang could think of that he couldn't find here.

Just the eight bedrooms, each with its own walk-in closet and bathroom, was something he couldn't quite wrap his head around.

Especially the training hall, which was specially designed and wasn't located on any specific floor.

Instead, it occupied a corner on the east side of the villa, cutting through the floor slabs of all three stories and the basement, almost like an independent structure.

This not only strengthened the foundation but also gave it a total height of sixteen meters.

Whether Bai Yang was flying through the air or using the first two stages of the Orochi Transformation, he wouldn't be constrained.

He was particularly satisfied with this, and because the space was so vast, there was also a dedicated gym.

All kinds of equipment were in another area, so they wouldn't interfere with each other.

After finishing his tour of the house, Bai Yang found it excellent and asked, "Brother Sheng, have you been living here alone all this time? Where's Uncle?"

Bai Sheng said, "My dad has been at the dojo lately. He can't bear to leave his new office. Since you're home now, I'll let him know. He can come back for dinner tonight."

Bai Yang naturally agreed. Since he would be spending all his time in the Wilderness Zone from now on, having a meal with his family was only right.

The two chatted about the changes over this period, and Bai Yang couldn't help but laugh and shake his head at what he heard.

It turned out that Bai Sheng hadn't been having an easy time lately.

Like Bai Pianqing, quite a few people had latched onto the idea that "Bai Sheng is the closest person to Bai Yang's genes."

Now, Bai Sheng received invitations from countless beauties every day, and all sorts of people had somehow gotten their hands on his contact information.

Over at Bai Pianyong's place, letters from various matchmakers introducing all kinds of noble ladies had piled up like a mountain.

Some of them were really hard to refuse. Bai Sheng, being naturally reserved, had no interest in such activities.

But he was forced into it, having to at least show face and meet someone before he could find an excuse to decline.

He was constantly hounded to the point of annoyance, even having to cut back on his training time.

Bai Yang laughed heartily at this. This was far more entertaining than fighting monsters.

He couldn't help teasing him, "Brother Sheng, with so many beauties, isn't there even one you like?"

Bai Sheng wasn't offended. A little joke between brothers was nothing.

He said calmly, "It's not really a matter of liking or disliking. It's just that they were too blatant about it. I'm not a clever man, but I understand the principle of 'the drinker's heart is not in the cup.' Once something like that sets in first, it's hard for me to accept it afterward. Especially since I don't know if they'll cause trouble for you—I have to think carefully. You're at Mount Hua now; every word and action, broadly speaking, represents Huaxia. We can't let others catch hold of a handle." After saying this, Bai Sheng stopped speaking, his entire demeanor calm and steady.

Bai Yang felt moved inside. He knew his cousin's temperament well. For him to patiently entertain all those messy people was a great violation of his nature. Besides being for his own father's sake, it was largely for him too. He was afraid that if he kept everyone at arm's length, it would make things difficult for Bai Sheng, even indirectly affecting his work. But in truth, he was overthinking it—the communication between them was far too sparse.

Unlike others who trained in martial arts with some ambition to rise above the crowd, Bai Yang remembered that from childhood, Bai Sheng had taken the initiative to train on his own, whether there was a reason or not. His life was simple and pure, so simple that sometimes it seemed he trained just for the sake of training. His own Mist Shadow Splitting Technique was, on the whole, a method for cultivating Dark Force that emphasized change and quick thinking. It wasn't very suitable for Bai Sheng; if he practiced it despite that, it might not only be useless but could even backfire.

Bai Yang silently resolved that he must find a way to get him the most suitable technique. However, some experience with Guidance Techniques and Genetic Origin Energy could be shared. So, Bai Yang proactively started this topic, carefully asking about what Bai Sheng had learned. The two spoke concisely, one asking and one answering, and time flew by.

In the evening, Bai Pianyong came home from work, bringing some food with him. The three of them cooked together—just simple home-style dishes—but the meal felt exceptionally warm and satisfying. Over the past three years, the psychological barriers Bai Yang had felt since his transmigration had unknowingly dissipated. The memories of his original body had fully become part of him, giving him more emotional connection and a sense of belonging to this world.