Chapter 351: New World

Bai Lang thinks he'll wait until his injuries are fully healed before causing trouble for Six-and-a-Half Hall, but he's not sure whether Six-and-a-Half Hall actually has any external‑realm experts. He also saw his latest entry on the Heaven‑Earth‑Man Rankings; who knows which external‑realm expert is behind Six-and-a-Half Hall, but it's true that his ranking finally entered the Heavenly Gang's Thirty‑Six Stars.

Among the Northern Dipper's Innate Experts, Bai Lang has already squeezed into the top thirty‑six. "Heavenly Micro Star, not a bad ranking. Heavenly Micro Star, Sky‑Holding White Jade Pillar, Bai Lang—something about the latter sounds off. Next time I'll try promoting the Ji Hai Purple‑Gold Beam, not sure if it'll work?"

Six-and-a-Half Hall has never helped the old man retrieve corpses, nor have they shown up to seek revenge or negotiate peace—actually, the Poison House alone shows that Six-and-a-Half Hall is definitely resentful. Bai Lang has figured it out: the poison they used was applied, but they didn't expect it to work—otherwise an Innate Expert would be watching day and night to see when Bai Lang gets poisoned.

"Is this just a way of stating an attitude? Not that stupid, right? Does this have any benefit?" Bai Lang isn't a sect‑mixing rogue; he truly doesn't know what subtlety lies in this.

He doesn't dwell on the incomprehensible; Bai Lang feels his martial arts have improved a lot—so‑called Saiya Breathing Method combined with Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, plus the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield, are all techniques that break before they rebuild; after a clash, as long as the injury isn't fatal, healing leads to a great boost in skill.

"Isn't it just a Saiyan bloodline? If you can't be killed you get stronger…" Bai Lang muttered, but he knows this kind of technique yields diminishing returns the higher you go; once you surpass the external realm, it's probably useless. "That's the chicken‑rib problem—if your cultivation isn't at the Innate level you can't even master this breathing method, let alone the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist. Yet at this stage you can't reap many benefits and future bonuses keep dropping…"

Nevertheless, it's still a useful path of martial arts; although his meridians can no longer restrain his Qi, this allows Bai Lang to build on the already hard‑to‑advance Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist foundation, combine it with the already integrated Arhat Renwang Fist and the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield, and innovate further—this time he can walk a truly new road.

Probably this is the genuine Southern Dipper Sacred Fist series; after all, although the Northern Dipper has point‑sealing techniques, its cultivation is merely a breathing method, with no notion of Qi flowing through meridians, only a style that injects fighting Qi into all muscles and tendons. Now Bai Lang has essentially returned to the starting point—the point when he first obtained the Southern Dipper Sacred Fist—but this time it's a spiral ascent.

The Yu Yu on his body grew increasingly vibrant; Bai Lang roughly figured out that killing people, especially killing experts, can effectively fill the Yu Yu's energy… but he truly has no intention of jumping dimensions right now. This thing has been living quite comfortably in the Mountain God Temple lately—messages from the Blue Luan Bird had the Great Eagle deliver a lot of miscellaneous books; spending time reading between cultivation sessions is pretty nice. Among them, a practical manual written by Qianshan Zhenren gave Bai Lang a sense of déjà vu, as if he'd seen or used this joystick‑control program. TXT somewhere before.

Life in the Mountain God Temple is very convenient; to start a fire you just need a branch and a swipe across the Old Man's Blood that never dries up… and the old man's corpse finally began to rot, and besides rotting a small plant sprouted on it.

"Is this a repayment to heaven and earth, creating heavenly material and earthly treasure?" Bai Lang was curious and wanted to see what might grow on the old man's corpse—but if it turns into a corpse‑mutation, that would be troublesome… Will it mutate? That's hard to say.

But this place lacks yin energy, so corpse‑mutation should be unlikely, and since White Tiger killing aura is present, what kind of fierce ghost could cause a corpse‑mutation?

Bai Lang's injuries fully healed, and he finally erased the last sword intent, while the fire force had already been completely eradicated earlier. "The Four Seasons Sword Intent intertwines endlessly and can complement each other; as long as a single strand of sword intent remains, it can rise from the ashes. It truly is the most troublesome martial art I've encountered so far." Bai Lang thought.

After this eradication, the lingering sword intent finally activated the Yu Yu. "Hmph, still thinking of causing trouble for Six-and-a-Half Hall." Bai Lang muttered, but the Yu Yu's tail swung so that even his current martial skill couldn't dodge it, and the tail actually pulled him into the "gate" before his eyes.

Bai Lang performed a carp‑leap stance and stood up. "What the hell!" he shouted, only to instantly feel himself shrink again… the vast majority of his Qi was locked inside his body, unable to be mobilized even a iota—essentially a battle against the whole world.

His body turned into that of a teenager—his neat short beard and dangling eyebrows vanished, replaced by a few soft hairs on his chin, and his appearance was certainly that of a teen—no mirror needed, it's obvious.

"I recall the Yu Yu has a designated role." Bai Lang muttered, "Hmm, your thing does indeed have that function…" A voice came from beside him, and Bai Lang instantly adopted the Night Battle Eight Technique to protect his body while preparing a counterattack.

The speaker had a middle‑aged man's face, wore a long robe and a "helmet" on his head. He was five or six steps away from Bai Lang, yet his voice sounded as if it were right beside his ear. At that moment Bai Lang realized he was in an apartment room—the living room of an apartment.

The man sat on the sofa, tilting his head at Bai Lang. "Do you want me to repeat that?" he said. "Poor guy, you can call me Dong Mu. But it seems there's nothing 'special' about this place; I think we'll have chances to meet again, and I hope that when we do, you'll give me a surprise." Dong Mu stood, waved at Bai Lang, and walked toward the balcony.

As he waved, Bai Lang saw the device strapped to the man's waist—a clear sprayer, and certainly a powerful one. "This world is actually quite interesting, enjoy it, friend." Bai Lang tried to stop him. "Dong Mu, right? Did you give me this thing?" He was eager to keep the man and have him explain the Yu Yu's issue.

But the other's stride was swift; even if Bai Lang tried to chase, he couldn't catch up in an instant—it was a soldier's gait, and he leapt decisively from the balcony. The next moment a strangely shaped spaceship shot up from below, and in the blink of an eye it vanished into the night sky—indeed it was night, and… the ship looked oddly familiar. Bai Lang, unable to retain him, could only give up and began to study the world he was in.