Chapter 345: Daily Life

Thinking about these things that made his hair stand on end, Bai Lang wondered whether he should be honest, but then he thought, "What the hell am I scared of! I'm just an innately screwed‑up piece of crap, not even worth a fart—how could a Tathagata Buddha and the like have any say over me!"

He used those words to console himself, yet Bai Lang recalled the last time he met that thief‑like military master, when the demon said, "I remember he said, if you're later surrounded and beaten, don't blame him… damn!" Realizing he would eventually be beaten up, Bai Lang trained with genuine dedication.

Of course, things like wind blowing down and excrement flying up don't frighten Bai Lang—he's an old pro at controlling wind; if the wind were to smear filth all over him, he wouldn't even need to be human anymore…

Purple copper can forge strength and temper the flesh, and Bai Lang spent over a month hammering that whole lump of purple copper into a large, bowl‑shaped thin plate about half a finger‑joint thick. The copper sheet is covered with punch marks, foot prints and forehead dents, all of which Bai Lang himself hammered out.

Forged this way, the purple‑copper bowl is extremely sturdy; Bai Lang placed it on the stove and compared it, "Too small! Keep hammering!" So the clanging sounds kept echoing on the cliff.

Green luan birds fly back and forth, delivering bits of information to this Mountain God Temple on a fixed schedule, and Bai Lang even spent contribution points to rent the giant eagle delivery service a few times, bringing in lots of rice, flour and spices. These giant eagles are domesticated exotic birds; with wings spanning over ten zhang, they can carry several thousand jin of cargo and fly hundreds to thousands of li.

When the great swallow's troops and relay stations transport important goods, they use these giant eagles along with accompanying giant‑eagle warriors as escorts. The Weiwei Office naturally has them, and as an innate martial artist, Bai Lang can rent them as well. These creatures are not official and are not permitted to be kept.

Bai Lang finished hammering that huge purple‑copper "bathtub," placed it on the stove and tapped it again to match the curvature beneath the stove; next comes the renovation. The lower half of this hemispherical thing will be an open flat area—paved with fine soft blue stone slabs that Bai Lang sourced near the Mountain God Temple.

And the four walls of this "bath" are naturally made of the same stone slabs, forming a square, essentially creating a square bathtub inside the copper tub. Hot water circulates naturally; after all, the copper bowl's diameter is five meters and its depth over two meters, so fitting a square bathtub inside poses no problem—big enough for a man like Bai Lang to lie in and soak.

Moreover, Bai Lang laid the water channels; the hot water and waste flow out through a series of copper plugs on one side, the channels winding beneath the bathroom floor to heat the whole room, though with ventilation on all sides it only makes the floor where you stand a bit warmer. The inlet splits in two: one stream flows down the mountain, the other can be directed into the bathtub, both sourced from springs that gush up the mountain.

These days he's almost like an immortal, just a bit lonely—but Bai Lang spends every breath practicing his self‑realized fist technique, then uses the Turtle Immortal style from memory to train his body, so he can endure. "It's just boring having no one to kill. Hunting wild boars and deer is no fun." Bai Lang's killing instinct has long been cultivated; if he doesn't kill people, his hands indeed get itchy.

Weight training can't continue indefinitely without finding extremely heavy metal—huge rocks are hard to lift—but Bai Lang discovered, through the breathing of Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, a method to compensate: shaking his muscles with his breath to achieve a training effect.

And his Qi expands as his body grows stronger—this time he fully followed the thief‑like military master's path; a strong body brings great power, though still far from that baboon. Is internal projection possible? It is possible; essentially merging the beast in his heart with his external flesh, becoming a Western metal White Tiger that roars in all directions.

His killing power will likewise be so, and later he'll have many options—after all, the concepts of "Tiger" and "White Tiger" involve numerous stories and rules, even the underworld can be involved. If Bai Lang can keep going, he'll have to seriously consider where his "divine seat" lies, which rule to command? Can he become a cave‑heaven deity?

Of course that goal is still far off; Bai Lang may not yet be able to fully control "Storm". After all, he only controls wind via "White Tiger" and "Wind from the Tiger". If there exist wind‑based techniques derived from so‑called "demon beasts", "divine beasts", or "immortals", Bai Lang might not be able to match opponents who have cultivated such arts in the wind domain.

When Bai Lang wields his wind‑controlling power, he feels it's like watching Gonitz on TV; only the White Tiger's light cannon is definitely stronger than that Gonitz guy—if he ever faced Gonitz (if such a thing exists), he believes he wouldn't lose. After all, Gonitz's burst power only destroys a stadium, and Bai Lang can now do the same.

But when it comes to raw power, striking technique, and defense, Bai Lang is confident; he doubts that the so‑called Dry Earth Exposed Freak could match him. As for the wild thunder‑light beauty? While cultivating wind, Bai Lang can also generate lightning in the gusts—after all, it's just a spark discharge. Creating lightning amid a gale isn't hard, just hard to control.

But the Azure Flame is truly out of reach; Bai Lang knows Flame Palm techniques, and his Qi doesn't hinder other arts, yet the fire power of Flame Palm is exposed when he uses it, just a hot spot, and the fire energy hitting people is only good against low‑level opponents, useless against stronger ones; it's better to let his own Qi tear through like a scourge.

Of course it's not as good as the wind's force combined with Qi, which erupts from inside out, strangling and shredding a person into ash. Bai Lang didn't test on people; he used a pig—truly extravagant.

This training, if it weren't for Bai Lang's aversion to women, he couldn't endure. But isn't good news coming soon? After adjustments and a meeting, the 6.5 Hall decided to curb the arrogance of people like Bai Lang—not because Cai Gongchong is popular, but because this would embarrass the 6.5 Hall, and later everyone will…

So they must act on two fronts: one to deal with Bai Lang, the leading troublemaker, and the other to crush all forces daring to reach out now!