Chapter 111: Return

Bai Lang used the corpse before him as a punching bag, and as he advanced and retreated he increasingly felt the Black Tiger Fist becoming smooth—originally it was a cultivation breakthrough, now it seemed the combat style also needed a breakthrough, perhaps even surpassing cultivation and reaching the pinnacle directly. Bai Lang thought that, instead of flailing with the Turtle Fist blindly in battle, he was now seriously applying it, and his growth speed was soaring.

Even though the corpse had copper skin and iron bones, Bai Lang still unleashed his might, "It's truly forged from raw iron; today I'll bend and break you!" The corpse's disadvantage lay in its martial wisdom and speed; after Bai Lang grabbed it and slammed it everywhere, it truly served as a combo sandbag.

Mu Ronghua, who was handling the Ox‑Head Monster, still seemed able to fight; at least after Bai Lang shattered the monster's two weapons, close‑quarters combat was relatively easy for Mu Ronghua—though it looked as thrilling as dancing on a death line.

The toad over there was already struggling, having taken an opening great thunder that almost drained all of Mu Rong Jiu Xiu's power—and because Bai Lang tipped a steel spear, the thunder force penetrated its body completely, not a single strand of its skin resisting. That strike was already very heavy—the toad hadn't transformed, its level was essentially the same tier as Bai Lang's party, perhaps slightly higher.

Then an internal clash occurred, and the still‑strong Ox‑Head Monster brutally slashed it a few times—though it also gave the Ox‑Head Monster a hard hit, causing that creature to be quickly blown apart by Bai Lang. However, when the toad faced three opponents slightly weaker than itself, it also fell into a tough battle—especially since two of them countered it. Although Mu Rong Jiu Xiu and Qin Lian'er were certainly fragile and would likely explode if hit by the toad, that doesn't mean they couldn't be hit.

Even a light cannon can't hit the toad; that burst‑style omnidirectional demonic aura blast drains a lot of demonic energy, and once it tries to erupt, Mu Rong Jiu Xiu immediately unleashes a thunder technique. The most critical factor is Qin Lian'er's medicine—under the cover of Mu Rong Jiu Xiu and Ma Rulong, she has poured a large amount of targeted medicine into the toad's flesh. Now the toad's five organs boil, its qi and blood reverse, and its demonic power is continuously waning.

At this rate, this adventure doesn't seem too hard? When Bai Lang seized the corpse's skull, leapt high, swung his arm and slammed it into the ground, the toad let out a earth‑shaking croak and then exploded. The blast was truly formidable; a shockwave of filthy blood flattened the ground for several miles, and even Bai Lang, still holding the corpse, was blown away and landed with a "splash" on the ground.

"Uhh…." Bai Lang rolled over from the ground, "Damn, my bone's broken again…" He's a veteran; a slight movement tells him exactly which bone is broken. "It's come to this, and I can still hold this corpse? I'm really something!" His right hand still clutched the corpse's skull, but he saw the corpse was in poor shape—missing a leg, its black aura had thinned considerably, almost invisible.

"Ma Rulong, Qin Lian'er, Mu Rong Jiu Xiu and Mu Ronghua?" Bai Lang forced himself to sit up and looked around. "Nothing… could they have been blown to another place?" Bai Lang felt something was off; even with his Golden Bell Shield he was blown far and several bones broken, so those people might be worse off. "No, we must find a way back quickly! First kill this corpse!"

Perhaps because the explosion injured its body and leaked its yin energy, the corpse's body was no longer copper‑skin iron‑bone. Seizing the moment before it fully recovered, Bai Lang used his own skull to channel true Qi and hammered it down like a mallet—indeed, his arm was fractured and hard to use, and his right hand was cramped by muscle spasm, unable to release. In any case, Bai Lang's Golden Bell Shield‑reinforced skull almost completely flattened the corpse's head; of course his own head was covered in filthy stuff, but seeing the corpse quickly turn to ash, he was probably successful.

Sure enough, the next moment a white light flashed, and Bai Lang felt his vision blur—he was already inside the palace.

"Anyone else here?" he glanced quickly to the side; luck was on his side, the others had also been teleported in by the white light—but they all looked terrifying. On the ground the clumps of "flesh" were indistinguishable; their skin and clothing seemed corroded by the blast's filthy blood shockwave, now just blood‑smeared, though still alive… any blindness, missing limbs, or half‑body loss no longer mattered.

Within the white light, everyone—including Bai Lang—was recovering, but Bai Lang saw the number in front of him decreasing. "Four thousand points this time? How is that calculated? And it doesn't matter that there's no ten‑day support, since the opponents are already eliminated… but it feels like a strong start and weak finish. Did this Adventure Hall really plan the plot well?" The broken bones in his body tingled with numbness, soon restoring to normal, and he saw he still had over three thousand seven hundred points.

Those guys were also recovering quickly, and now it was possible to tell which lump of flesh belonged to whom—within the white light even their clothing was restored, so there were no freebies, although Bai Lang had never been interested in the two female teammates. He glanced a few times, and when he turned back he saw his three‑thousand‑seven‑hundred‑plus points had dropped to just five hundred… "What the hell is this! Someone's stealing points?!"

Bai Lang was about to shout about a thief, but when his chest moved he felt the hanging Yu Yu, "This thing has become even more mellow? Is it re‑charged? I think I'm starting to get the picture…"

Bai Lang didn't shout; he moved to the side and didn't take the Yu Yu out to examine it, simply closing his eyes to rest. Soon the others finished their treatment. "This time, Senior Brother Bai and junior brother, you did well. Thanks." Bai Lang waved, "We're teammates, no need to thank me." Then came the exchange period; now everyone was on their second adventure, trust seemed to have risen considerably, and they began discussing what each needed to exchange.

Bai Lang could only give a wry smile, "I seem to have very few points here; with so few points I can't exchange anything worthwhile—at least the transmission and sealing have nothing to do with me. I can't afford a secret manual, so I'd have to buy some cultivation‑healing pills… no, no, no, I don't need to borrow your points. My martial skills still have plenty of room to grow. By the way, Senior Brother Mu and Senior Brother Ma, regarding the fist‑and‑foot secret manual, I still ask you to keep an eye on it."

Bai Lang insisted on refusing others' suggestions to borrow his points, and he couldn't offer any advice on others' martial‑skill exchanges, so he could only observe. Mu Rong Jiu Xiu seemed interested in a whole set of cultivation Divine Sense techniques, Qin Lian'er wanted to exchange a medicine scripture, and Ma Rulong and Mu Ronghua each focused on an inner‑energy sword method…