"This disciple dares to ask, sir: what is the meaning of this?"

Even if Bai Cang was unhappy, he would at most mark "Dead Face" in secret as "You have a way to die," but on the surface he would still be respectful.

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. It's all for the sake of progress, so there's no shame in it.

"I just regret your talent in martial arts."

The "dead face" gave an irrelevant answer: "Not just anyone can be a drug testing subject. This is a shortcut specially set up for you. If you want to hitch a ride, did you ask their opinion?"

"ah?"

Bai Cang's heart stirred. "I humbly request your guidance, Deacon."

He originally thought that being a drug test subject was just a "death sentence" job, a shortcut specifically for someone like him who was "stuck on the wall".

It doesn't seem so simple now. Could it be the legendary "carrot hole"?

But aren't we supposed to recruit three children to test the drugs?

That yellow-faced boy was alone; he shouldn't be blocking the way, right?

"Jiao Fei's surname is Jiao, and the head of the dormitory also has the surname Jiao."

The "dead face" seems to say nothing, yet it seems to say everything.

The sallow-faced boy, Jiao Fei?

Is this world...? Did I transmigrate and even change my fate of having a sallow face?

Bai Cang's thoughts were racing, but his reaction was extremely quick: "Is my disciple blocking the way?"

If this is truly a "chosen one," then no matter how unwilling Bai Cang is, he can only accept the bleak reality.

Even if you have a cheat code, you can't gamble your life and health on someone else's bottom line.

As long as the green hills remain, there's no need to worry about running out of firewood.

Even if we miss this opportunity, we can always find another shortcut.

But if you lose your life, then everything is over.

He refused to believe that with this cheat code in hand, he couldn't make something of himself.

"Blocking the way? You dare to challenge me?"

"Dead Face" sneered disdainfully, "But for others, being a drug test subject is just a formality, while for you, you're really risking your life for a slim chance of hope."

"Even if the medicine hall is newly established, you are not worthy to try the elixirs and medicines personally refined by the abbot. The probability of being killed is not high, but the probability of becoming a cripple is as high as 99%."

"If you want to take a gamble, I do have an opportunity for you to try."

Upon hearing this, Bai Cang felt certain: as long as it's not a "perfect opportunity," then things will be much easier.

Drug testing? Do you even know the value of cheating? How about being immune to all poisons?

Your suggestion is good, but I suggest you don't make any more suggestions in the future.

With this in mind, Bai Cang had already made up his mind, but he did not refuse directly. Instead, he bowed humbly and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Steward."

Seeing this, "Dead Face" revealed a "teachable" expression and suddenly reached out and placed his hand on Bai Cang's shoulder.

Bai Cang instinctively tried to dodge, but there was no way to escape.

In an instant.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Bai Cang felt a chill run through him, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

Could it be that this dead face...?

No! I haven't showered for three days, I don't smell good at all! Don't come any closer!

"Superior physical attributes, indeed a promising talent."

Just then.

"Dead Face" withdrew "Lushan's Claw" and looked at Bai Cang with satisfaction. "Although he is not as talented as those born with martial arts skills, he is still quite good."

After saying that, "Dead Face" shook his head with some regret, "It's a pity that our Sanyin Temple is not a martial arts sect. We don't value martial arts aptitude, we only look at whether someone has the potential to become a Daoist immortal."

"With your natural talent, if you joined a martial arts sect, you could at least become a true disciple."

Upon hearing this, Bai Cang breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

However, his clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

He didn't take what "Dead Face" said to heart.

What's so great about joining a martial arts sect? Nothing beats joining a celestial sect!

Even without the Daoist roots and immortal seedlings, with myself hanging in my hands, why should I be afraid of not having the opportunity to enter the Dao?

"But don't be discouraged. Once you reach the Innate Realm in martial arts, you can also obtain the opportunity to enter the Dao."

"Dead Face" patted Bai Cang on the shoulder and said, "But don't even think about getting rich overnight."

“Being a mountain patrolman isn’t so bad. If you’re willing to become my godfather, I can pass on all my skills to you.”

"Back in the day, my Great Vajra Pestle was quite famous in the martial arts world."

"As long as you survive these three years and serve the temple for another twenty years, you may be able to return to the sea and become a great hero in the martial arts world."

"Even if you want to stay in the temple and try your luck at entering the Dao of martial arts, the chance is still better than being a test subject for medicine with a life-or-death situation."

Goodness, you can scare people halfway through a sentence, you know?

So you just wanted to adopt me as your godson? I thought you wanted to adopt me as your godson.

Bai Cang was thinking about how to politely yet firmly refuse the "dead-faced man's" "good intentions" without offending anyone.

The other party had already stuffed a yellowed manual into Bai Cang's hand.

There were four large characters written on it in a flamboyant style, but... Bai Cang didn't understand them.

Unfortunately, the original owner of this body was illiterate, so Bai Cang was also illiterate.

"boom!"

The next moment.

A surge of energy rose from the manual in his hand, and a thunderous roar resounded in Bai Cang's heart.

[A faint Daoist aura was detected and absorbed. Congratulations, Daoist Master, for receiving the blessing: Great Vajra Pestle (Internal Refinement Method)]

【Great Vajra Pestle (Internal Cultivation Method): Perfected to perfection】

In an instant.

Countless messages flashed through Bai Cang's mind.

It not only allowed him to instantly acquire the "perfect" skill of the Great Vajra Pestle.

Moreover, he instantly mastered a great deal of knowledge about martial arts cultivation, as well as... the knowledge of writing, meridians, and other things that he desperately needed but had no way of knowing.

"Why me?" Bai Cang was overjoyed and subconsciously asked the question from the bottom of his heart.

"Of course, it's because I'm short-handed, and you happen to have excellent potential, so you're worth nurturing."

The "dead face" sneered, "If it weren't for mutual benefit, would I be lusting after your body that hasn't showered for three days?"

What am I after? That you don't shower? That you're filthy? That you're 160cm tall?

Bai Cang subconsciously picked up the conversation in his mind, but on the surface he entered "performance mode," as if it were an "instinctive drama queen," revealing a hint of disappointment.

"Let me teach you a lesson today: there is never love or hate without a reason in this world."

"If you want people to look at you differently, you either need to have something useful to you."

"Either, someone else has ulterior motives and wants to use your life as a consumable."

Perhaps satisfied with Bai Cang's performance, the "dead-faced" man offered another piece of advice.

Bai Cang was half-believing and half-doubting when he heard this, but his expression was flawless.

Without hesitation, he bowed deeply and said, "Godfather, please accept Bai Cang's bow."

I have wandered for half my life without ever meeting a wise ruler. If you do not abandon me, I am willing to become your godfather.

From now on, he will define you as his father, showing you his heart and soul, leaving you completely bewildered.

If necessary, it can even make you sacrifice your life so you can enjoy eternal bliss ahead of time.

In short, to sum it all up, now that you've taken me, the "Lu Bu of our time," as your adopted son, you're going to suffer a lot—no, you're going to enjoy great fortune!

What? Moral integrity? What's that? Can you eat it?

Bai Jinbu's main principle is to be flexible on one bottom line: lick the coattails of powerful figures, it's not shameful!

He really wants to improve!