Chapter 247: Entering the Residence

Next day, Bai Lang once again changed direction and entered the city; this time it seemed he arrived at the Weiwei Residence without any trouble. There were definitely people from the Six and a Half Hall on the road, and definitely people from the Golden Wind Fine Rain Pavilion as well, but since they themselves didn't jump out, how they secretly fought in the dark is none of Bai Lang's business. After all, up to now he had only killed Guan Ba, and the Six and a Half Hall was very clear about what good deeds Guan Ba had done when Bai Lang was there before...

So for now it's still a personal grudge; if the Six and a Half Hall weren't also a well-known large gang with several Innate Experts among its members, they would have long ago actively sent Guan Ba to Bai Lang to be killed. Now, if Bai Lang doesn't interfere further with the Six and a Half Hall's gang affairs, they really have no intention of making another strong enemy—otherwise would they have to rely on the gang's experts to besiege and kill this person? Bai Lang is, after all, an Innate Expert ranked 108 on the Person Ranking...

Those who can make it onto the Person Ranking are all young, promising experts, unlike the elderly Innate Experts—they have vigor and drive, and of course they certainly also possess divine abilities; luck, opportunity, and personal effort are no less, and talent and eloquence are absolutely outstanding. Bai Lang walks with the stride of a dragon and the step of a tiger, intending to learn the walking method he had seen long ago in some online video before he crossed over—it was swinging both arms, leaning the body back, making the whole person walk as if suffering from a soft-bone disease—extremely arrogant and asking for a beating.

"With this way of walking, nobody comes out to hit me? Looks like I've really made a name for myself; everyone knows I'm strong and fierce, hehehehe." Bai Lang entered the Weiwei Residence proudly, and of course he stopped this way of walking once inside—this way of walking wasn't comfortable to begin with, purely done to invite a beating. That familiar back view from last time wasn't there; at the very least, Bai Lang hadn't seen anyone similar from beginning to end.

There are still many registered Weiwei officials here, though the number of official Weiwei is not large; but the one who came out to receive Bai Lang is also an Innate Expert. "Old Wang, it's you." Bai Lang only remembered this person's surname was Wang, forgot the given name—anyway, according to propriety it's impolite to call him by name directly, and he couldn't recall the courtesy name, so he simply called him Old Wang. This Old Wang looked like a middle-aged man, his face like a full moon, his figure round and plump, pleasing to see.

Just like his appearance, this Old Wang's temperament is indeed good, though it could also be because he's dealing with someone of equal rank. Anyway, upon Bai Lang saying that, he responded with a grin, "I don't know what brings the Weiwei Bai here, may I ask what business you have?"

Bai Lang had long given up on exchanging martial arts at the Weiwei Residence—if he didn't truly join, it would be absolutely impossible to obtain genuine powerful martial arts, at least one would need to contribute sufficient merit. Moreover, Bai Lang felt that greed leads to indigestion; pursuing more divine abilities himself seemed of little great significance, having the Baboon Elder's gift that let him comprehend on his own the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist and the just-obtained "Turtle Immortal Stream Super Saiyan Breathing Method"—let's just call it that name—these two were already enough for him to research for a long time.

With the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist plus the breathing method, Bai Lang felt great yesterday, so while dreaming at night he seemed to have developed many mysterious techniques derived from this; of course, upon waking he only vaguely seemed to remember, but in fact trying to recall details he couldn't remember anything—such is dreaming, the clearer the dream, the fuzzier upon waking. In any case, as long as he has time, Bai Lang believes he can at least develop seven or eight different supreme skills.

However, Bai Lang looked at Old Wang's face before him, then glanced at the catalog in his hand, and after careful consideration felt he still had a shortcoming: "Others have blade and sword techniques, while I seem to have only fists and feet—although the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist originally trains fists and feet to be on par with weapons. But having a weapon seems cooler." Bai Lang then recalled his own water-polished Purple Gold Halberd; he seemed to have no luck with weapons, as any weapon he obtained would soon be lost.

After sighing at his own ruinous luck, Bai Lang suddenly remembered he still needed to get some metal chunks for weight-bearing use. "Old Wang, you guessed right! I came this time just to see what good martial arts, weapons, and materials there are, to note them down and later make money!" Old Wang laughed heartily; he was also a shrewd person—just one look at Bai Lang's appearance and tone of voice, combined with his assessment of the various materials Bai Lang had left behind, he immediately understood what kind of person this was—a hearty, rather crude fellow; if you joke with him he won't mind, and of course when he jokes with you you'd better relax as well.

All in all, Bai Lang is a good person, an easy-to-get-along-with good person among Innate Experts. So Old Wang also grinned, "Empty-handedly grabbing a white wolf—let me tell you, I have no money, I'll lend you, nine out thirteen return."

Bai Lang also laughed loudly, "Borrow! I'll borrow! When to repay just depends on my mood! Hahahaha." Basically, why should I repay money I borrowed through my own ability? Repaying the principal is fine enough, but what's interest? I, the old man, won't repay, then it's not really a loan, is it?

After finishing his fart, Bai Lang still took the catalog and flipped through it, "Let me think......" He raised his head, "Right, Old Wang, what weapon do you think suits me? Blade or sword? Blade Warrior Qing Song or Swordsman Piaoyi?" Old Wang glanced at Bai Lang, "Ha! With you like that, neither blade nor sword will do! It completely doesn't match your style, and besides, those precious blades and divine swords aren't cheap—given your careless, inattentive use, how much money would you waste?"

Of course, here they habitually use money to refer to contribution points.

Bai Lang gave a hehe laugh, indifferent, "Blade and sword techniques just aren't suitable...... Ah, by the way, I seem to have seen someone from your Weiwei Residence last time—was there a Heavenly Thunder Blade Technique that descended from the sky? That one looks pretty cool, what is it called?" Bai Lang asked; Old Wang pondered for a moment, "There is indeed such a Heavenly Thunder Blade Technique that descends from the sky...... I'm talking about the most famous one. Blade and sword techniques taking thunder as their intent are as numerous as smoke and sea; a single blade or sword technique dares to claim it is as swift and unmatched as thunderclap. But if we speak of the blade technique embodying true thunder intent—then it is the Overlord's Thunder Blade."

"'Thunder Blade...... let me see, ah ha, you don't have it here.' Bai Lang flipped through the catalog. 'You think the Weiwei Residence of the Great Yan state, with what virtue and ability, could possibly record the Thunder Blade Technique and allow you to exchange for it? This martial art has always been secretly kept, not something just anyone can practice to achieve anything.' Old Wang clicked his tongue, shaking his head and swaying his body, mocking Bai Lang. 'Really none?' Bai Lang asked. 'Indeed none.' Old Wang replied."

"That makes sense; even if they had it, they wouldn't exchange it for Bai Lang anyway, plus Bai Lang isn't really envious of that Thunder Blade Technique—if it's the one he remembers. 'That martial art is best executed with fists and palms; using a blade would lack that domineering aura.' After Bai Lang muttered that, he continued flipping through the book. As for Old Wang not saying who that person was, Bai Lang also figured in his mind that it was probably a high-ranking official of the Weiwei Residence, unwilling to let this kind of 'outsider' know. 'Oh, just this, this is not bad. Old Wang, lend me money!'