Chapter 343

Indeed a big eater, Bai Lang dragged back an entire tree—after all, many trees had been blown over by his storm, so finding one that looked dead was easy. Then he split it with a hand blade, lit it, threw the caught pig on it to roast—no salt, no seasoning, not even castrated, the pork could be said to be terribly unpalatable. But Bai Lang was now famished and thirsty, couldn't care about taste, just chewing and swallowing the half‑cooked pork meat and bones.

Of course he also needed water, which wasn't hard. Bai Lang dug with his claws, scraping and digging, and soon made a pit over a zhang deep in the ground. He sniffed, then punched down; when he pulled his fist out, a whirlwind lifted the icy groundwater below. Bai Lang used wind to lift the water, filtered out the sand and dirt, then drank it. After eating meat and drinking water, Bai Lang's belly didn't bulge at all—he had already eaten several tens to hundreds of jin of meat and drunk about the same amount of water, yet his appearance showed no change.

"Still hungry! But first I need to go......" Bai Lang looked around, then ran to the leeward side and took a huge dump—"May the heavens and earth be spread! Defecating in the wild helps communicate with the vital qi of heaven and earth!" Thinking random messy thoughts, Bai Lang rinsed his hands and continued eating—his digestive system works with astonishing efficiency, otherwise he wouldn't have needed to defecate so soon. The pork he ate quickly broke down into qi nutrients, replenishing his body.

This has one drawback: not long after, he has to go again—his intestines aren't an extradimensional space, so accumulating a dozen or so jin of feces is hard to bear. Anyway, Bai Lang ate the wild boar clean, which only slightly replenished his essence and qi; his appearance still looked emaciated. 'If only I had an immortal bean...' Bai Lang muttered, feeling he also smelled quite bad, and immediately decided to hurry back and wash himself properly.

Actually, he also didn't really want to see the piles of garbage he'd produced, but fortunately they were all organic matter and decomposed naturally quickly.

Bai Lang used Lightness Skill all the way back to his mountain god temple, washed himself well with cold water, threw his dirty clothes straight down the mountain, and after changing into clean clothes relaxed a bit. 'Go to the city, in the city have a good meal rich in qi, and see if the Guard Commander's office has any great qi-replenishing medicinal pills.' Bai Lang himself figured he also counted as an extra‑rank guard; as a bounty hunter he should have some merits, enough to exchange for some good stuff.

Saying is doing; besides, Bai Lang also had a few ideas he wanted to accomplish in the city.

In the city's restaurant, a burly big man sat at a table on the third floor, sweeping away the hearty dishes on the table like a wind sweeping away lingering clouds—since he wanted to greatly replenish his qi, it was naturally stewed dishes made of chicken, duck, fish and meat plus various herbs. The dishes kept coming like a stream, and Bai Lang simply opened his big mouth, shoved the food in, chewed a few times until it was powdered, and swallowed it down. Big eaters among martial artists are common, so the waiter didn't find it strange at all.

Anyway, as long as the diner could pay, the more he could eat the better—Bai Lang just slapped a few big silver ingots to one side, indicating, 'Go ahead, I can pay!' But after eating several tables of dishes, Bai Lang also made a trip to the toilet, then came back to keep eating...... After consuming an amount equivalent to what ten big men could eat in ten days, Bai Lang considered it a wrap. As expected, the carefully cooked dishes, plus the qi contained in their ingredients, far surpassed that of the wild boar.

Meat and vegetables paired so well that even scraping off residue was smooth, with no sticky feeling at all, so less toilet paper was needed—eco‑friendly and hygienic. This meal of Bai Lang's replenished about half his qi, and his physique filled out by a third. 'This body is like risen dough; I never imagined protein could turn into muscle and fat so quickly.' Bai Lang picked his teeth while strolling leisurely toward the Guard Commander's office.

This time he came looking for various exchangeable items that greatly replenish qi; on the Guard Commander's office exchange list this is the most numerous, with prices naturally ranging high and low. 'This is it—Field Yellow Pill. Its effect is to greatly replenish qi, and it's not expensive either. But it seems one could also make some march pills and pretend they are immortal beans to eat—hopefully these little pellets can at least keep one full for a day per pellet? Otherwise, a single dose would do.'

The Cai Gongchong that Bai Lang had killed earlier was also a person posted with a bounty by the Guard Commander's office; although the bounties on these people weren't low, out of respect for the Six and Half Hall's reputation no one would actually move to claim them—but since they had provoked Bai Lang...... Bai Lang happily used that bounty to exchange for medicinal pills. As for whether the Six and Half Hall will take revenge—according to their gang rules they certainly will, though perhaps it won't be that easy.

Innate Experts, the whole of Great Yan numbers only a few hundred, at most around a thousand—how many could the Six and Half Hall have? After all, the Six and Half Hall's influence has never extended far beyond the capital, even though the capital is undoubtedly where the most martial‑arts experts of Great Yan gather...... Assassinating Bai Lang, an Innate Expert, is no easy task—the crucial point is that this person lives alone in a mountain god temple in the wild hills outside the city, making an ambush difficult as well.

Assassinations like this are easier in crowded places than in deserted ones—you can use ordinary people as cover.

Bai Lang bought a huge piece of purple copper at the metal shop, hired a cart to bring it to the mountain base, and then he carried that tens of thousands of kilograms of purple copper step by step to the mountain god temple—by forming 'anti‑gravity' with his internal qi, he offset the copper's weight, a feat possible only in this world. What Bai Lang wanted to do was build a bathhouse—using logs as pillars, thatch for the roof, first digging a large pit in the middle, then stacking huge stones to make a 'stove'.

Then Bai Lang hammered that large piece of purple copper into a big pot with his own hands—indeed, human hands are truly versatile tools, and for a guy like Bai Lang he actually managed to smash purple copper as effectively as with a sledgehammer—anyway, no rush, just gradually shape it, treating it as martial‑arts training. Each day he chips away a bit; sooner or later he'll have a large pot to attach. After that Bai Lang can make smoke ducts, lay the floor, and create a very nice bathing area.

Within a radius of several tens of li around the mountain god temple, everything is under Bai Lang's surveillance; his qi mingles with the wind between heaven and earth and drifts in all directions. 'What exactly is this internal art now? It has no name.' At this point Bai Lang's training is merely a single breath; he no longer insists on following the meridians, and now moving through skin, flesh, blood, vessels and bones presents no problem—his body seems to consist solely of this qi. 'Free and unfettered? Should it be called the Art of Supreme Ease?'

After pondering various things, Bai Lang only realizes his cultivation is probably different from others'—his qi arises from within his body, each inhale and exhale trains internal qi; after that there are no further methods or routes for moving qi, one just needs to live, to keep living, and will gradually grow stronger—but training external skills can make one grow stronger faster. Another method he just sensed is, 'Combat, combat promotes growth; being beaten half‑dead, left with only a breath, then rescued, can greatly increase strength—it seems I should change my race to a Saiyan......'