Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

144: Chapter 144 Reunion with RyujiSurprisingly, some people still don’t know about the group.

It’s at the end of Chapter 3.

Everyone, please find it yourselves.

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”Uncle Fu—! Is it ready yet—! I really can’t hold on much longer—!”

On the lawn of the Su Family villa’s backyard, the early morning sunlight had already become scorching.

Su Bai was grimacing as he held a horse stance. His posture was decent, but several specially-made matte steel plates were tied to each of his arms. Their combined weight was significant, causing his arms to tremble slightly, and beads of sweat from his forehead dripped onto the grass along his chin.

”Young Master, hold on for a moment longer; just a little bit more.” Uncle Fu stood calmly in the shade of a nearby tree, holding a small purple clay teapot. He took a sip every now and then, his leisurely manner forming a sharp contrast with Su Bai’s disheveled state.

”I’ve been standing here all morning! From when the sun first showed its face until it’s about to peel my skin off!”

Su Bai’s voice was somewhat distorted from the exertion. He tried to wiggle his stiff waist. ”What kind of martial arts is practiced like this? Isn’t this pure torture? What about the cool moves we talked about?”

Even with the ”Immortal Kidney Body” as a foundation, making his bones and muscles far stronger than an average person’s, this kind of long-term static weight-bearing support tested not just strength, but endurance, willpower, and subtle control over muscles and bones.

After a whole morning, Su Bai felt a burning ache in his thigh muscles. His arms felt like they were filled with lead, and even his back began to protest.

Hearing this, Uncle Fu unhurriedly raised his wrist to look at his watch. A flash of genuine surprise crossed his eyes as he nodded. ”It truly is strange. Ordinarily, Young Master, you don’t have a habit of systematic exercise. Being able to endure an hour during your first time performing this intensity of weighted stake-standing is already no easy feat. This... has far exceeded my expectations.”

Hearing this, the confidence Su Bai gained from the system’s modification surged up again. Panting heavily, he asked, ”Then... how long should a normal person be able to hold on?”

”Without a foundation, for someone with decent willpower, about an hour and a half is the limit,” Uncle Fu answered truthfully. An hour and a half meant three hours.

”Me, an hour and a half?! Then how many hours has it been for me?! I’ve been standing from dawn until noon!” Su Bai’s eyes widened, and his voice rose several octaves. Had he suffered all this for nothing?

”Hehe,” a rare smile with a hint of ”having succeeded in a scheme” appeared on Uncle Fu’s face. ”I just wanted to see exactly how solid your physical foundation is, Young Master. To find where the limit is, one must explore it to find out.”

”You’re treating me like a lab rat!” Hearing this, Su Bai’s last bit of strength vanished. Ignoring his posture, he fell backward with a ”thud,” collapsing onto the soft lawn. He gasped for air, feeling as if every bone in his body had been dismantled and reassembled. ”Then... wasn’t my suffering in vain?”

”Not in vain, not in vain.” Uncle Fu set down the teapot, walked to Su Bai’s side, and knelt down. He skillfully helped him unbind the heavy steel plates from his arms.

”First, I must understand the depth and thickness of your ’foundation,’ how long your internal strength lasts, where your endurance limit is, and how your blood and qi circulate. Only with this knowledge can I teach you according to your individual needs, selecting the most suitable power-exertion techniques and combat moves. Otherwise, teaching would be like building a castle in the air, or doing twice the work for half the result.”

Although Uncle Fu had long seen that Su Bai’s body was unusually strong, he indeed needed such a ”limit test” to verify exactly how strong he was and what his potential was.

The results left him quite satisfied, even somewhat pleasantly surprised.

Lying on the lawn, Su Bai looked at the blue sky sliced into fragments by the tree leaves and asked weakly, ”Then... now that the test is over, can you teach me something real? Like the kind that defeats an enemy in one move, or looks really cool?”

Uncle Fu stacked the removed steel plates neatly to one side and patted the dust off his hands. He paused for a moment, seemingly in deep thought.

”Hmm,” he nodded, having made up his mind. ”I do have some move sets and routines here. However, knowledge on paper is always shallow. If you truly want to quickly grasp practical applications and experience the changes in internal strength... I recall a good place to go.”

”A good place?” Su Bai scrambled to sit up. Although his body was still aching, his eyes lit up. ”Where? A martial arts hall? Or some hidden master’s cave?”

Uncle Fu smiled and didn’t answer directly, only saying, ”That place might give you a more direct understanding of the word ’Kung Fu,’ Young Master.”

At noon, the sunlight was just right.

Su Bai followed Uncle Fu and stood in front of a shop that looked quite ordinary.

He looked up, staring at the massive sign above the lintel, and his lip couldn’t help but twitch.

The sign was the common red background with gold lettering, with ”Huaxia Traditional Martial Arts Fitness Center” written formally on it. Beside it was a line of small text: ”Strengthen the body, self-defense,” along with a prominent contact number.

The storefront was decorated quite conventionally. Photos of martial arts demonstrations and a price list were pasted on the glass display window.

Was... was there any essential difference between this and those Sanda training classes or Taekwondo halls on the street?

The scenes Su Bai had imagined, like a ”hidden master’s place of secluded cultivation” or a ”mysterious underground fighting arena,” instantly shattered.

”Uncle Fu?” Su Bai couldn’t help but reach out and poke the sign. He then turned to look at the calm Uncle Fu beside him, his voice full of disbelief and a premonition of being ”scammed.” ”The good place you mentioned where I can directly experience and quickly grasp combat... you don’t mean for me to come here and pay to sign up for an adult martial arts class, do you?”

In his mind, a ridiculous image had already appeared of him wearing loose training clothes, following a coach’s ”one, two, three, four” while performing radio-exercise-style martial arts routines amidst a group of middle-aged men and women.

”That’s right.” Uncle Fu nodded as if it were a matter of course. He still wore that gentle and somewhat enigmatic smile, his gaze falling on Su Bai’s face, which was written all over with resistance. ”This place is very suitable.”

”No, Uncle Fu, I...” Before Su Bai could finish, Uncle Fu had already taken the lead in pushing open the glass door with the recruitment brochure pasted on it, gesturing for him to enter.

Su Bai braced himself and followed him inside.

The interior space was actually quite large, with a simple and bright decor. He was met with a spacious hall. However, before he could take a closer look, a wave of childish, uneven shouts of ”Heng! Ha!” washed over him like a sound wave.

On the mats in the center of the hall, twenty to thirty young children in matching white training uniforms were seriously practicing basic punches and kicks under the guidance of a young coach.

The children’s small faces were tense. Some moves were standard, while others were wobbly. The scene was lively and... full of childish charm.

Su Bai’s feet instantly froze in place, and he felt black lines descending from his forehead.

He slowly turned his head to look at Uncle Fu, his eyes filled with a desperate accusation: You... aren’t planning to have me join this children’s army and shout ”Heng! Ha!” along with them, are you?

He felt like his toes had already dug out a castle inside his shoes, wishing he could turn around and bolt out the door immediately.

This was even more of a ”social death” than the imagined adult class!

”Of course not,”

As if seeing through the crumbling cry in his heart, Uncle Fu’s smile deepened. He raised his hand and pointed to an inconspicuous staircase on the side. ”Young Master, the place we’re going is on the second floor.”

”The second floor?”

Su Bai was stunned. He looked in the direction Uncle Fu pointed. Those stairs looked quite old, with solid wood handrails and peeling paint. The light at the top was slightly dim, completely different from the bright and orderly atmosphere of the first floor.

He could vaguely hear some muffled sounds coming from upstairs, different from the children’s shouting.

It seemed that this apparently ordinary martial arts hall had more to it than met the eye.

The disdain and resistance in Su Bai’s heart were slightly replaced by curiosity.

He glanced at the children who were still seriously shouting ”Heng! Ha!” and quickly followed Uncle Fu toward the somewhat mysterious staircase.

Stepping onto the second floor, the scene was entirely different from the first.

The lighting here was more functional and bright. The space was equally spacious, but the atmosphere was much more solemn.

What met his eyes were no longer immature children, but a group of adults ranging from twenty to forty years old, both men and women.

They all wore dark black training uniforms that looked higher quality. Their movements were perfectly synchronized as they practiced a set of moves under a coach’s lead.

Those moves were clearly more complex and fierce than the basic ones downstairs. The sound of fists and legs cutting through the air was distinct, and the low exhales during exertion rose and fell, full of power.

Various professional fitness equipment—barbells, dumbbells, sandbags, speed balls, and more—were placed against the walls around the area. The air was filled with a faint scent of sweat and rubber mats.

Su Bai scanned the place, which looked more like a professional combat training ground, with a sense of novelty. His gaze swept across the serious and even somewhat fierce faces.

It seemed the ”good place” Uncle Fu mentioned was indeed quite interesting.

Just then, his gaze inadvertently swept over a running treadmill in the corner, and his footsteps faltered imperceptibly.

On the treadmill, a tall and vigorous figure was running at a steady pace.

She also wore a black training uniform, her long hair tied into a crisp ponytail behind her head, swaying gently with her running rhythm.

Sweat soaked a few strands of hair on her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed with a healthy glow from the exercise.

It was none other than Dragon Two.

Almost at the same time, as if sensing something, Dragon Two also turned her head, her gaze colliding with Su Bai’s in mid-air.

In those eyes that were always calm and sharp, a rare flash of caught-off-guard surprise and a quickly suppressed panic appeared. Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly for a few moments before she forced herself to look away and refocus on the air in front of her, but her running rhythm seemed to falter by half a beat.

”Why is he here?!” Alarm bells rang in Dragon Two’s heart.

She was struggling with how to approach Su Bai without leaving a trace to execute the Dragon King’s near-insane order, yet she never expected the target to appear before her eyes of his own accord, and in a place like this!

This coincidence startled her. Could her whereabouts have been exposed?

Or had the Su Family already noticed something?

”This is Director Ding.” Uncle Fu’s voice sounded at the right time, pulling Su Bai’s drifting attention back.

Uncle Fu pointed ahead. A lean, middle-aged man wearing the same black training uniform, with slightly bulging temples and eyes as bright as an eagle’s, was quickly approaching.

”Mr. Fu!” Director Ding’s tone carried obvious respect and a hint of pleasant surprise. He walked up and bowed slightly with cupped hands. ”What brings you here? Why didn’t you let me know in advance so I could prepare?”

”Director Ding is too polite.” Uncle Fu returned the gesture with a peaceful attitude and then turned to introduce Su Bai.

”My Young Master has recently taken an interest in martial arts and wants to build a foundation to strengthen his body. I thought of bringing him here to take a look; the atmosphere here is just right. This is Su Bai, the Young Master. Young Master, this is Director Ding, the person in charge of this martial arts hall and a true expert.”

”Hello, Director Ding.” Su Bai composed himself, his face wearing his usual polite smile with a hint of aloofness, as he extended his hand.

Director Ding hurriedly reached out to shake Su Bai’s hand.

However, the moment their hands met, a sharp light flashed in Director Ding’s eyes. He used a bit of subtle force in his grip, not as an attack, but more like a subconscious test and perception.

Immediately, an undisguised look of surprise appeared on his face. He even subconsciously looked at his own palm after letting go before looking back at Su Bai, his tone filled with confusion. ”Young Master Su’s... foundation is too well-laid! Strong bones and muscles, vigorous blood and qi—far beyond that of an average person! With such a foundation, do you still need to come to my place to learn the basics?”

His words were half-praise and half-doubt as his gaze involuntarily drifted toward Uncle Fu.

With an expert like Uncle Fu by his side, why would Su Bai need to come to his martial arts hall to learn from scratch?

Uncle Fu’s expression remained normal. He chuckled and explained for Su Bai, ”Director Ding overpraises him. The Young Master’s physical foundation is indeed good, but regarding martial arts moves, power-exertion secrets, and reacting to enemies—the actual ’techniques’—he has never had systematic contact with them. He has a body full of strength but doesn’t know how to use it.”

Hearing this, Director Ding nodded in realization, his gaze toward Su Bai becoming more understanding and filled with a cautious assessment.

”I see. Mr. Fu has thought it through. Indeed, no matter how good the foundation is, without the correct methods to guide it, it would be twice the effort for half the result, and might even cause self-injury.”

He turned to Su Bai, his tone becoming a bit more serious. ”Young Master Su, since Mr. Fu trusts my place, I will certainly do my best. However, learning true martial arts, especially building a foundation, is by no means easy. It can even be said to be tedious and arduous. Leg stretching, stake-standing, strength training, correcting movements... every stage must be endured honestly. You must be mentally prepared for this.”

His gaze swept across the students sweating profusely in the area, and then seemingly unintentionally drifted toward the figure on the distant treadmill who appeared oblivious to the conversation but had quietly pricked up her ears.

Su Bai followed his gaze and also glanced in Dragon Two’s direction. He then retracted his gaze and smiled at Director Ding. ”I’m already here, so let’s give it a try. Whether it’s hard or not, I’ll only know after I’ve practiced.”