I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city

Under Sang Li's skilled process, Wang Longhu and Wu Ye quickly checked into the hotel.

They booked a luxury suite, with several rooms inside plus a living room and kitchen, a level of luxury second only to the presidential suite.

Actually, booking a presidential suite wouldn't be a financial problem for two martial artists like them, but Wu Ye, after all, had worked for many years as a bodyguard for the big boss Zheng Song.

He knows many secrets that ordinary people do not, such as the presidential suites of major hotels around the world.

If a traveler checks in, their information will be investigated immediately, and their privacy isn't really protected.

Wang Longhu's purpose for coming to Vietnam must not be exposed, so naturally, he can't do that sort of thing.

"Gentlemen, do you plan to go out to play soon, or should I find some pretty girls to chat with you now? If you want drinks, that can be arranged too." Sang Li, with her hands crossed at her lower abdomen, asked with a very happy smile.

Workers like her, who are specially hired to attract guests from outside hotels, are not part of the hotel's system, have no base salary, and rely entirely on commission from the type of rooms guests book.

For a luxury suite like the one Wang Longhu booked, which costs fifty thousand a night, she could earn a 7% commission.

"Let us rest for a while; come back to us in twenty minutes," Wu Ye waved her off.

After Sang Li left, Wang Longhu chuckled, "Wu Ye, you've still got it at your age. Aren't you going to have a few girls tonight to blow off some steam? Coming to a place like this, not finding female company could easily draw attention."

Two men staying in a suite without female company would easily be noticed, and secondly, people might think they're gay.

"Of course, I will find some, but it's too early now. Women, unless you're planning to marry them, are only for sleep. Chatting with them is a waste of time," Wu Ye waved his hand and asked, "Do you want one too?"

"I'll pass. Practicing the boy's skill for a long time means sleeping with a woman would break the practice and be more unbearable than killing me," Wang Longhu shook his head, declining politely.

"The boy's skill... is it that Inner Power from Shaolin?" Wu Ye widened his eyes, interested.

Although the Five Poison Sect practices poison skills, the source of martial arts all comes from Shaolin, and they naturally know quite a bit about Shaolin.

For example, the boy's skill, an Inner Power that's more effective the longer you practice it, requires prolonged abstention from women.

As long as you can endure loneliness, you can use the boy's skill to cultivate strong inner strength, but breaking the vow halfway would waste all your efforts as the inner strength dissipates.

Years ago, in the war, the boy's skill disappeared along with many Shaolin martial arts. Some say they were destroyed, others say they were taken abroad.

In any case, the authentic boy's skill can't be found in the world today. Even the ones Shaolin has are fake, not Inner Power but basic physical techniques for body training.

"That's right," Wang Longhu nodded.

"You really have... good fortune and fate. Not only is your talent amazing, but you're also so lucky. Most importantly, you have great perseverance," Wu Ye admired, giving Wang Longhu a thumbs up.

Abstinence is reportedly even more terrifying for men than quitting smoking or drinking.

Humanity's natural need for the opposite gender means that anyone who manages to suppress this need must have a strong will.

Wang Longhu practicing the boy's skill means enduring this for at least ten years, possibly twenty, thirty, or forty.

And a grandmaster of Huajin can control all his meridians and acupoints, meaning someone like Aunt Meng won't seek out Wang Longhu without his willingness.

No contact with women for decades, no release of sexual tension, Wu Ye wondered if Wang Longhu's bodily fluids would eventually crystallize.

This power in Wang Longhu's possession, Wu Ye could say, he felt no envy at all.

"Hehe," Wang Longhu chuckled softly.

Humans having such needs for the opposite sex is true, but Wu Ye didn't know one thing, that when a person's Spirit is high enough, they can suppress their emotions and impulses.

Since Wang Longhu began practicing boy's skill, it's only been a few months, but now with a heightened Spirit, he can control some of his bodily urges.

Taking out a set of casual clothes from his luggage and changing into them, Wang Longhu and Wu Ye then proceeded to disguise themselves.

In the territory of the Four Poison Hall, they had to act cautiously. According to Wu Ye's understanding of his fellow disciples, they were cunning and malicious; if caught by them, the consequences would be worse than death.

When Sang Li returned, she had already changed into a new outfit.

Originally, she appeared in a light blue Ao Dai, exuding the gentle beauty of Vietnamese women.

But now, with her reddish-brown hair pinned up, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a white fitted blouse above, and a short black skirt below.

How to describe her look... definitely an urban white-collar secretary.

"Good evening, gentlemen," as she opened the door, Sang Li immediately bowed and greeted them, but her otherwise perfect expression slipped slightly in surprise.

Wang Longhu and Wu Ye now sported slicked-back hairstyles, wearing floral shirts and sandals.

Looking even more like tourists than when seen at the airport.

However, both men, being martial artists with years of training, had robust physiques. Even with clothes, the traces of muscle in their arm and chest were visible, exuding significant male hormones.