Chapter 579: Chapter 580: The West

"Is walking across the Pacific by stepping on the waves reliable?" Bai Lang thought it was perfectly reliable; after all, it's just using Lightness Skill to walk on water—what a joke. He is now an internal‑external release master; a slight breath can affect a radius of hundreds of kilometers, and condensing his power to walk on water for tens of thousands of kilometers is no big deal. "I'm not Ye Bi Kang Fu, dreaming of strolling from the sea floor to the United States on summer vacation; running over ten‑plus thousand kilometers would be far too boring."

Even if Bai Lang wants to go, he'll go through the Bering Strait; why not take the land route? He's planning to earn some cash, seriously buy a car and get a driver's license, then head north to Alaska—he doesn't have a passport and doesn't want to break the law by hopping on a plane right away. Of course there's another way: slip into the aircraft's cargo hold. After all, the pressurized cargo hold just lacks air‑conditioning, and Bai Lang doesn't care about the skin. But now that he's off the hook, flights are indeed scarcer.

Moreover, Bai Lang is quite interested in the little sprites roaming the North America continent now; as he travels he doesn't mind watching the misfortunes of those Americans—it does his body and mind good. In short, he'll first go to a casino to cash out; with his ability he can play those head‑to‑head bets without any pressure—as long as it's not poker. He wins other gamblers' money, and the casino doesn't intervene. Bai Lang easily won more than $100,000 across several casinos.

But while he was gambling, someone stepped up behind him, "Mr. Lang En? Hello, I'm Las Vegas detective Jim, I have some questions for you." Bai Lang had already sensed someone behind him; he glanced at the middle‑aged chubby white man and shrugged, "Fine, let me sort the chips. By the way, sir, could you deliver the chips to my room?" That's one of the perks of a casino—the service in this regard is still very authentic.

Bai Lang was taken to the bureau, where they simply wanted to ask about his whereabouts and his opinion on those dead thugs. Bai Lang held up a photo, "Oh, dead people? What's the issue?" Not a hint of abnormality crossed his face; he's killed many, and those four kids are no different from dust in his eyes. At that moment a female expert produced a sheet and said, "Please lift your foot."

"Oh, measuring footprints?" Bai Lang nodded, and the other party was bound to be disappointed, because Bai Lang's feet are formed by gathered Qi—there's still an inch between the foot and a solid kick, the force in his foot killed them, and the imprint is an irregular deformation of the sole. After an on‑the‑spot comparison, the lady shook her head, "Alright, Mr. Lang En, I hope you don't leave soon." Police Jim said.

"I can't guarantee…" Bai Lang smiled and was about to leave, "Maybe I should call the immigration bureau?" the officer said, "Oh, whatever you like." Bai Lang realized his foreign‑language skill was really good; after all those years he could still recall it—at his martial level, most exchanges are spiritual language. He thought he was speaking a foreign tongue, but he was actually speaking Chinese, and the other side could fully grasp the meaning while hearing it as a foreign language.

Bai Lang hears a foreign tongue but grasps the meaning the other side intends to convey. Both parties speak different languages yet still understand each other correctly… reviewing the footage later is another story; Bai Lang's spiritual imprint is strong. Bai Lang has no legal status in the United States, but that doesn't stop him from buying a vehicle—an SUV with a tow‑behind caravan. The $300,000 he won again is more than sufficient.

Las Vegas police couldn't stop him, because Bai Lang casually activated the ghost casino—this legend already existed, but lacked enough vital energy to appear frequently. Bai Lang easily used a bit of gathered vital energy to activate the thing, guaranteeing its daily appearance for the next month, giving the gambling addicts in the casino a huge surprise and also providing the local police with extra workload.

Humming an inexplicable tune, Bai Lang drove his car northward on the highway, taking in the scenery of the American West. On the Mojave wasteland, Bai Lang cheerfully watched under the moonlight the skeletal horses roaming the desert with skeletal cowboys on their backs— in America's thin history, the West is an unavoidable hurdle, and many famous figures emerged from it. Bai Lang looked at the ghost riding a horse and said, "Bi Li Xiaozi?"

The youngster had prominent front teeth, and as the moonlight flickered he shifted between a semi‑transparent ghost and a skeleton. Bai Lang restrained his breath, watching the fellow ride a mount that likewise constantly switched between a ghost horse and a skeletal horse, darting across the wasteland and intercepting a car ahead of him… it was a car of unlucky souls. Bai Lang neither slowed nor stopped, but simply breezed past the halted vehicle.

The car was filled with a group of black guys, at least five, all young adults; at night they drove with rap music blasting so loudly it shook the heavens—Bai Lang could hear it from behind. So when they screamed like a flock of old hens being stopped by Billy Kid, Bai Lang naturally whooshed past, flipping them the middle finger, "Go take a dump, hahahaha." Not to mention the ghost wielded fear; in the eyes of those five black guys their car seemed smashed by a machine gun, but to Bai Lang it was merely pulled over to the side…

From the rearview mirror Bai Lang saw the five guys fling open the doors and flee wildly into the wasteland, "Oh, after sunrise the Las Vegas police will have trouble; they'll have to find five corpses in the Mojave wasteland…" He kept driving along the road, and in the late night decided to stop and rest, so he drove into the wasteland, parked, crawled into the trailer, freshened up a bit, prepared something to satisfy his appetite, and finally collapsed onto the bed for a deep sleep.

His daily conduct was just like any ordinary person; that's the joy of life, and cultivation isn't urgent at the moment—what can one cultivate in this broken place? Better to go to the Bandit Army and the ever‑present Bandit Bald fighting grounds to practice the Asura path faster. Bai Lang slept soundly until the sun was high— the trailer had electricity and air‑conditioning, extremely comfortable.

After continuing on, Bai Lang soon arrived at a small town with a gas station; he filled up, bought some supplies and water, and prepared to hit the road again. The town was essentially half‑dead; Bai Lang could see a dark aura everywhere— it must have been an Indian area in the past, and something lay beneath the ground…

In the distant East, the higher‑ups finally agreed to temporarily loan the Yunshui Spear to Xiao Ben Zi, and dispatched an entire fleet along with a mixed unit for protection. Xiao Ben Zi was deeply grateful— nominally it was the "Late Han Three Kingdoms Heroes – Three Kingdoms Artifact Exhibition", and Bai Lang's Yunshui Spear, together with other Three Kingdoms artifacts, were sent to Japan for a temporary exhibition under the banner of the National Museum to the National Museum.