Chapter 216: Training

The body coated with medicine was a pale yellow, the bones even deeper yellow; under this yellow ointment, the flesh of blood-red hue kept growing—although slower, it was far gentler, much gentler than forcibly stimulating vitality with innate true qi, and would not harm the origin. That is also why this stuff is so expensive—the points earned from risking one's life in adventures could exchange for this kind of pill, only getting twenty-odd of them........

For Bai Lang, this was already expensive; the fact that his Yu Yu stole points from the Adventure Hall to recharge was something Bai Lang had realized—others could casually exchange for twenty-odd, but with Bai Lang's points it was only three or five. Now he was completely penniless, the results of his last adventure exhausted here—this was still a high-grade external wound medicine from the Adventure Hall, purely for external wounds.

This was also the most expensive medicine Bai Lang could afford—internal injury medicines cost far more than external ones, let alone those like the Great Return Pill that treat both internal and external injuries. 'Alas, discrimination against external practitioners! Why does a simple external ointment for external wounds work better than the likes of Great Return Pill, yet its price is only a tad higher than the lowest-grade pill for internal injuries?' Bai Lang also muttered, given his habit of always buying external wound medicine; internal injury medicine seemed unlikely for him.

Thinking about all this now is useless; just wait quietly for the injuries to heal. While recovering, he also needed to eat and drink heartily to replenish his vitality. The problem was that going out looking like this would scare ghosts to death, so Bai Lang had to find food on his own—he was a good person, after all. In the mountains, a large white circle with a diameter of over ten li was the 'heavenly disaster' he had caused; to find food, he had to run farther. Too many living beings outside the disaster's range had been frightened away.

Although the medicinal vapors turned into clouds when applying the ointment, attracting some creatures back, Bai Lang still had to strive to find—those that returned were merely small animals and insects, the larger ones still ahead. Bai Lang found plenty of honey, which reminded him that he actually had a large vitality-boosting blood honey on hand, so he ate it heartily.

The full recovery of his injuries took Bai Lang over a month, which was absolutely at the level of divine elixirs; as for instant healing by dissolving in water or taking the medicine and immediately being fine—that would be a high-priced immortal pill. 'This isn't a yin-yang face, is it!' Bai Lang looked in the mirror; the man inside clearly showed black-and-white division, half white half black, half with beard hair and hanging eyebrows, half smooth as a boiled egg.

'Even the hair is half there, half not... Forget it, shave it all off!' Bai Lang cursed a few sentences, then activated his divine skill and directly wiped away his hair, beard, eyebrows, and body hair. 'I am the eyebrow-less hero!' This guy twisted the small muscles on his brow bone in front of the mirror; without eyebrows, twisting back and forth really looked a bit ferocious.

Bai Lang couldn't be bothered to go out; he wholeheartedly focused on honing his martial arts—although the path ahead was already open, the polishing of martial arts never stops. Moreover, his internal force had not yet fully recovered; besides, his realm now was like making a thousand miles a day, basically a smooth road before hitting the next limit, each day stronger than the last.

Bai Lang sometimes wondered, since his transmigration, over a decade of life—did he have any enemies? It seemed he truly didn't... just that innate swordsman who broke the Changle Gang branch; Bai Lang didn't hate him either—on the jianghu, brothers fighting over territory, what grudges or lack thereof? He actually wanted to kill whatever Guan Ba and his ilk, but he simply had no time and also didn't currently know where the opponent was.

Did Bai Lang have friends? Probably... at least Ma Rulong and Mu Ronghua should count as friends, at least acquaintances; everyone said they had shared life and death—but how well they knew each other? That's hard to say; compared to that, Mu Ronghua was a bit more familiar, so could be considered a friend.

Would the other party consider him a friend? Bai Lang thought so: 'A certain family has already entered the ranks of Innate Experts; they will definitely treat me as a friend.'

At this very moment, Bai Lang felt he truly deserved the title 'White Jade Pillar Holding Up the Sky,' and his martial arts lived up to it. Among the Innate Experts of Great Yan, Bai Lang believed he definitely had a place, and indeed a foremost one. Yet this person had only ever seen one-handed Innate Experts...

Now this guy's life is truly simple; the Mountain God Shrine had also been repaired by him with great strength—timber felled in the forest for beams, huge stones for walls. Coincidentally, it could also be used to hone his martial arts, to practice the execution of those fine details.

This person only occasionally went to the city to buy things—just salt, rice, various foods and clothes—ordinary folks really couldn't tell he was an Innate Expert—the straw hat covered the newly grown hair, beard, and drooping eyebrows; when the fresh hair grew a bit itchy, he'd occasionally scratch his crotch. Aside from his tall stature, Bai Lang had no outward aura whatsoever—now he could also perfectly control his presence.

'This counts as stabilizing his innate cultivation and completely mastering his own martial arts...' Bai Lang understood this was how it was—the so-called Innate Experts hiding among crowds were exactly like this—if he kept training, even with perfect control it would be useless; his presence would become extremely strong. Bai Lang could sense this; now was probably the last time he could freely mingle among people.

The Guardian Command also had no one coming to look for him, and Bai Lang also couldn't be bothered to go to the Guardian Command—practicing martial arts was already urgent; who had time for this? Wait until his martial arts progress slowed, then it wouldn't be too late to refine through combat... The wanted criminals of the Guardian Command could never be fully caught.

Even his Adventure Hall companions never came to find him; presumably, aside from him, everyone else had been stimulated to break through to Innate. 'Hope they all manage to break through.' Since Bai Lang had already caused destruction in the mountains, he simply turned that round white patch into a training ground; at this moment he was cultivating. He flipped and raised his palm, and far away a tornado sprang up from nowhere; flipping and striking his palm, the earlier tornado vanished and a tornado descended from the sky.

This move that plays with tornadoes, Bai Lang now wields it with great proficiency, light and casual, utterly devoid of any fiery aura. Just like a tiger lifting its paw, the innate true qi radiating to control airflow in all directions truly obeys his will. What Bai Lang needs to do is ensure this tornado isn't just for show; the tornado should carry wind-blade power, and also have the ability to rise and stir the enemy's formation.

Adding turbulent wind blades to attacks launched from hands and feet is also simple. Moreover, the vacuum blade attached to the tiger's claw makes the tearing power even more terrifying, but that so-called ultimate move Bai Lang still hasn't demonstrated repeatedly. That's because there's no need; these attacks arise from qi momentum, adapting on the fly, without requiring fixed routines. Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist emphasizes basic attacks infused with the White Tiger's sharp metal wind blade, opening wide like a spear or axe—no matter the technique, it can inflict severe damage.