Chapter 215: Healing

Probably Bai Lang's naming ability is truly on the level of Bo Feng Shui Men, an awesome figure of that caliber; at least in this world he can unleash a big move without having to shout it out, and Bai Lang knows in his heart, "Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, Forbidden 108th Form Southern Dipper Tiger Breaks Dragon! White Tiger Roars!" After uttering that whole set, the techniques are essentially completed.

Will this BGM still play? If it does, what about the assassination? "Some place never does that timid, cowardly assassination! Just storm in through the main gate and kill!" Bai Lang tells himself, "Keep trying!" hoping he can reach that goal.

How was the gain? Of course it was top‑notch. At this moment, Bai Lang's Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill has already merged into the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist—yes, within the Southern Dipper Holy Fist Bai Lang has found his own style. Beyond the Southern Dipper Six Holy Fists there is now an additional divine fist; discarding the pretentious Southern Dipper Motherly Fist, the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist is probably still above the Southern Dipper Phoenix Fist.

It's a bit out of place; the other five holy fists are birds, while Bai Lang is a beast, so ultimately Bai Lang thinks he has opened an entirely new mainstream within the Southern Dipper Holy Fist. "Now that there is the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, perhaps in the future someone will also comprehend the Southern Dipper Azure Dragon Fist, Southern Dipper Vermilion Bird Fist, and Southern Dipper Black Tortoise Fist… could there be a Southern Dipper Yellow Dragon Fist?"

His Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist is balanced in offense and defense, especially compensating for the original Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill's slight lack of attacking power—originally the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield's attack was just massive force plus rebound force, but now it adds to the original defensive power a sharpness that turns it into a giant axe or long spear.

The White Tiger's power erupts completely; now that the wind in the Arhat King Fist has fully merged into the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, it also becomes a natural force Bai Lang can command—hard to describe, Bai Lang simply feels his innate true qi naturally draws the surrounding airflow. Within the wind his sense of touch can extend quite far, maybe ten or so li, though the farther it reaches the more vague it becomes.

And now Bai Lang can easily stir up surrounding whirlwinds, forming his own wind domain that spans several li. "If I keep going like this, does that count as an inner scene outward projection?" Bai Lang is not an inner scene master nor has he ever seen one; he guesses that when an inner scene master releases his abilities it must be something akin to a vague imitation.

So what's the difference between inner scene and innate? One should know that an Innate Expert can already affect anomalies between heaven and earth—Bai Lang doesn't know the answer to that. However, once he restores his cultivation, he thinks the original Earthly Demon Star ranking should be adjusted, "I'd say at least the Heavenly Gang."

At this moment Bai Lang's body is wounded both inside and out, and the injuries look extremely severe—but as long as his vital energy isn't lost and his head remains, even if his abdomen is cut open and his heart removed, some Innate Experts can still survive. These half‑body, bone‑studded injuries, Bai Lang believes that as long as his Internal Force can still circulate within the bones to sustain life, there is hope for regrowth.

He indeed has medicine in his hand; he remembers exchanging some healing medicines from that adventure hall—external wounds are easy to treat, internal wounds hard to cure, and the pills Bai Lang got were truly topical. The injuries are self‑inflicted, and now the path ahead is clear, so no "obstructive force" will affect his recovery.

Bai Lang used his still‑fairly intact half of his body to make a few footholds on the cliff, and by controlling the surrounding airflow he floated up the over two‑hundred‑zhang cliff—what would normally take a cup‑of‑tea's worth of Lightness Skill now takes only a few breaths. The skeletal half of his body can also move freely, showing that true qi can indeed provide some muscular function.

When he reached the Mountain God Temple, although it was far from the area where he had been fighting, the raging wind still made the temple more dilapidated, looking ready to collapse at any moment. "I still need to find time to reinforce it," Bai Lang thought, returned to the back courtyard, fetched several small bottles stored under the bed, and placed a copper basin filled with mountain spring water.

He opened the bottles; each contained a walnut‑sized pill. "How did this get in? It's bigger than the bottle's mouth!" Bai Lang was baffled, wondering if this was a prank. He crushed the bottles and tossed the golden‑yellow pills into the water.

The pills dissolved on contact with water; after the three pills melted, the basin turned into a honey‑thick liquid. A peculiar medicinal fragrance also spread, and the scent of birds and beasts that had fled or perished when Bai Lang once unleashed his power was suddenly sensed by him from afar.

"The fragrance just released? Airflow can't circulate that fast! The scent is still indoors… I get it, this isn't a scent you smell!" Such miraculous medicine, with five colors, engages all five senses, not just the nose—when it dissolved in the basin, a faint seven‑colored afterglow even rose beyond the Mountain God Temple; anyone who saw it also smelled the fragrance, heard a wonderful sound, and tasted a cool sweet flavor in their mouths. Moreover, the superficial cuts and internal ailments simultaneously improved and healed.

Bai Lang, being the closest, could not share the five‑sense effect; he only saw the pill's original color and smelled its original aroma. The dissolved liquid was a transparent golden honey hue that made one's mouth water. "If it weren't labeled as external use, I might have tried eating it. Why make a topical medicine so tempting?"

He scooped a handful of the liquid with his hand and applied it to the skeletal half of his body, instantly feeling pain—bones themselves have no sensation; applied to the torn flesh it numbs, but on the bone it hurts, indicating new flesh is growing.

He was already generating muscle and flesh; this time merely accelerated that growth without draining his vital energy. Even innate true qi that draws life from heaven and earth would consume its own energy to spontaneously grow such flesh and organs. Moreover, the organs, being simple, didn't develop well, but now with the medicine they are also rapidly growing.

"It feels like honey to the touch, yet isn't sticky…" Bai Lang mutters while applying, sensing the medicine's marvel. "But applying it to my own organs is a strange feeling…" In his half‑body, the lungs are still fairly protected by ribs, but the half of the abdomen is rather dire; true qi can't fully shield it. He can only say each organ is lacking something.

"Ah, the colon's waste didn't exit! Thank goodness! Otherwise this plump intestine would be useless." Bai Lang frowned, "How stinky! I didn't expect this to let me contemplate the beauty of white bones… thinking of a pretty girl's insides… never mind, can't dwell on it; overthinking won't help, I still need to find a woman later."

A basin of medicinal paste would be enough to coat the entire body, and afterward Bai Lang lay in a cleared clean spot, his qi restored.