Chapter 261

These two little hooligans eagerly reached out to grab that secret manual, "Remember you owe your sister Zhenzhen ten strings of cash! Your sister Zhenzhen owes me ten strings of cash! Interest on interest! So you'd better quickly think of a way to make money and pay it back." Bai Lang held down the manual, only loosening his grip after saying those words, letting them take it.

These two guys of course nodded and bowed, saying they would definitely get the money as fast as possible, and would never let Sister Zhenzhen owe you, Brother Fierce General, a huge debt." However Bai Lang saw the look in these two kids' eyes clearly saying they were all your people, so does it matter if they owe or not? "It's certainly interesting, but why should I say this to you two two-faced bastards?" Bai Lang thought.

Being the master or foster father of the Twin Dragons? Sorry, Bai Lang still doesn't want to die early, and besides he has no particular fondness for these two. That's why he gave them this martial art at a low price—basically for free—just to mess around, see how far they can cultivate, and more importantly to take the opportunity to organize what he himself has learned.

It's not that simple going from external to internal. These two kids are already older; in Bai Lang's view, training external martial arts isn't too late, but training internal arts in this world is probably too late—though if they later achieve success in cultivating the Longevity Scripture, that would also be a fortunate opportunity.

So why would they manage to cultivate the two charts of the Longevity Scripture while others cannot? Bai Lang, having looked over the Longevity Scripture, thinks it's probably because the martial arts are incompatible, but this also raises a hard-to-explain question—if someone were to give this directly to a child who has never practiced any martial arts to train, would they be able to cultivate it?

So Bai Lang gave the Longevity Scripture he had reconstructed from memory to Wei Zhenzhen, wanting to see if this woman who had never practiced martial arts could cultivate it. 'Maybe this world really does have a third party's will; otherwise how could one explain the War God Atlas of the Startled Goose Palace? It's said that anyone who enters can, just by looking at the pictures, spontaneously deduce their own divine skill that shatters the void.'

Bai Lang moved his legs and feet, muscles all over his body emitting cracking sounds; the various true qi lodged in his penetrating wound were being expelled strand by strand by Bai Lang. The situation was much better than he had expected; it seems expelling this true qi and fully recovering from the injury would take less than a month. 'About time to go retrieve the jade pendant.' Bai Lang these past days had merely confirmed the jade pendant hadn't been moved; since it's confirmed, he isn't in a rush, and his current good condition happens to be the right time to go get it.

The storage jade pendant, while supposedly the most awesome treasure in this world, an unprecedentedly awesome thing—if Grandmaster Chengzi really existed and was as described in the Investiture of the Gods that Bai Lang has read, then it wouldn't be surprising. The problem is, it's unfounded...... Is the Longevity Scripture truly passed down from Grandmaster Chengzi?

Bai Lang also tried it, just as he initially felt—this martial art simply doesn't suit him. The true qi of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist wanders through meridians and flesh; any qi circulation method from the Longevity Scripture is torn to shreds right at the start—probably even worse than this world's other qi-nurturing methods. All twelve charts are like that; it seems there really is no affinity.

Wei Zhenzhen still hasn't managed to cultivate even a speck of true qi; this woman really is useless—she has no talent for martial arts, and Bai Lang knows she deep down believes she can't succeed and doesn't want to practice martial arts—this is difficult. Bai Lang also has no choice but to decide that, when the opportunity arises, he'll tell her this can preserve her youthful appearance forever...... maybe it will stir her heart to practice martial arts.

As for this thing, if you don't want it, there's nothing to be done. Those two kids would be great—after they got the manual they just vanished—even the reminder I gave them not to forget that Zhenzhen still owes me money was tossed to the clouds; sure enough, they're capable of great things. When there's business, Zhong Wuyan; when there's none, Xia Yingchun...... humph.

Bai Lang muttered to himself, already having reached the back wall of the pawnshop; the technique he employed was the Two-Blade Knife's Gecko Wall-Climbing Skill—relying entirely on Internal Force on his palms and fingertips to shake the wall surface into dust, allowing his palms and fingertips to sink slightly and gain leverage. Anyway, he cleared the wall in a few moves—this measly pawnshop wall actually stands fifteen or sixteen feet high, simply extravagant.

After entering, Bai Lang silently followed the sensed qi to determine direction, stopping at a wall—according to the sense, it was just behind the wall. He reached out and touched the wall; under his true qi probe he realized the wall was at least two feet thick and made of blue bricks. Compared with the usual rammed earth wall, this allows greater strength to be achieved on a comparatively thin wall.

No one was behind the wall, which Bai Lang also noticed, so he thrust his hand in. The brick wall before him was like flour paste, easily punched through. Then Bai Lang, level and plumb, quickly cut a person‑high neat opening. Inside he saw shelves, and the jade pendant, stimulated by his true qi, glowed faintly on one of the shelves.

Good thing the jade quality is relatively poor, otherwise this thing would have been left here." Bai Lang played with the jade pendant—it's not that the jade quality is poor; actually it's fine jade, but the carving is truly terrible, and its strength lies in the invisible seal patterns inside the stone—that's where the storage jade pendant's true value lies.

The carving and matching of these talismans are the real secret not passed down; the processing is high-tech, after all. Bai Lang stroked the jade pendant and used Lightness Skill to run. To open this storage space, Bai Lang tried and found it rather difficult—the world's rules don't suit this kind of treasure; putting things in and taking them out would likely severely damage this piece of jade.

So it'd be best to take everything out at once? Otherwise, if we do it three or four times, this jade pendant will shatter." Bai Lang stroked his whiskers, "Even if it's just this once, after going back we'd better replace it—I don't know where to get this repaired." Bai Lang felt a bit troubled; he couldn't quite recall how much stuff was inside this jade pendant. At least several hundred taels of silver and gold are certainly there, plus various miscellaneous items; some things it's really hard to say what changes they'd undergo in this world.

In short, it's better to take out the money and medicine. Bai Lang returned to his rented house, also went to the side room, and directly opened the jade pendant, spilling its contents out with a clatter. The floor was covered with gold and silver ingots, plus several porcelain bottles; Bai Lang didn't dump the other items. He put the jade pendant away—just like that, in an instant the pendant's surface showed grayish‑white 'death lines' and the jade turned crumbly, looking as if it could split open a big crack at any moment or simply break into several pieces.

'After going back, we can only use it once more; this thing looks beyond repair.' Bai Lang pouted; this jade pendant is expensive again and hard to buy, and this bout of damage is worse than he expected.

Now the money problem is settled; Bai Lang looked at the gold and silver on the floor, after putting away the porcelain bottles he called Wei Zhenzhen over. This woman, seeing the gold and silver on the floor, was also dumbfounded; Bai Lang shouted her name several times but she remained oblivious—'Put it away; from now on, wandering the jianghu will rely on this money.'