Chapter 756: The Faux Mountain Cave Dwelling

Bai Lang's remarks certainly did not come without a price; the words he said during the program's recording spread through the circle, effectively stepping on some people's toes. Even some senior officials in the review department were a bit unable to save face, so Bai Lang's career can be said to have collapsed a considerable portion in an instant. Even if we cannot publicly state that we won't approve a person for a role because we wouldn't cast them—after all, there's still that notion that artistic criticism is free hanging over us......

However, in practice it could be done exactly like that—without a failed review, just by arbitrarily finding some flaw to block the review, most production crews and companies would be unable to cope, and this only requires people to get the hint. In an instant, aside from the variety show Bai Lang already has, his other jobs almost immediately fell silent. At that moment Qianshan Zhenren resurfaced, and the more than one hundred thousand yuan taken earlier seemed to have been blown away by him.

"The True Immortal is having fun," Bai Lang said lightly. Zhou Xianda chuckled, sitting on the sofa very leisurely. "By the way, you want me to give you a portable cave dwelling, right?" Qianshan Zhenren glanced at Bai Lang; regarding this True Immortal's seemingly telepathic ability, Bai Lang was not at all surprised—given this guy's cultivation level, Bai Lang could know anything without him saying a word; otherwise Qianshan Zhenren wouldn't be around.

A quick finger calculation proved it to be that miraculous.

Bai Lang also has a similar ability, but he uses his telepathy far less; his skill mainly relies on perceiving subtle changes in temperament, micro‑expressions, heartbeat, and so on to make judgments. "Can you really give it?" Bai Lang asked eagerly. "Indeed, you can; your master asked the Daoist elder for one," Zhou Xianda thought for a moment and said, "I think it's called Prison Flame Island?"

"I actually want a cave dwelling," Bai Lang said, gripping his chin, "but I haven't decided what kind yet." Zhou Xianda patted his knee, "Penglai? Fangzhang? Yingzhou? I actually have an overseas immortal mountain right here."

"An immortal mountain..." Bai Lang sighed, thought for a moment, "Fine, just give me a residence then." Zhou Xianda stroked his chin, "What do you think of the Turtle Immortal?"

After speaking, Qianshan Zhenren stood up and waved his hand; his ordinary robe's sleeves suddenly expanded and lengthened, while Bai Lang sat still as steady as Mount Tai, allowing himself to be swept into the robe's sleeve. "The realm within this sleeve is also formidable; perhaps the sleeves of the Five Villages Temple's Yuanzi on Wan Shou Mountain are similar," Bai Lang sensed the changes in the surrounding space. If he were to exert his full martial arts, he could indeed tear through space, after all he had also reached the Martial God realm.

But to break the realm within this sleeve, it would probably require that baboon to act personally; Bai Lang is still a step short.

When a light flashed before Bai Lang's eyes, he saw that he was already on the seashore. He looked up at the sun, checked the time on his phone, then surveyed the coastal mountains and terrain, "This is the place where Zhejiang and Fujian meet; this turn of events was swift." Zhou Xianda stood beside him; both were now on a hill, looking down at the sea, and across the water rose protruding islands—more like a massive rocky mountain, and farther away there should be similar islands.

Such scenery is common in the Zhejiang‑Fujian sea area, and Bai Lang could roughly estimate the direction from the sun's altitude; his last stint was serving in Wen Chu for military training, not far from here. Fog gradually rose over the sea; Bai Lang recognized it as a minor spell of Qianshan Zhenren—this mist could, in an instant, make one unable to see a hand in front of one's face, yet Bai Lang could see through it; his martial arts were not a sham.

Zhou Xianda casually pointed a finger; a small object flew from his hand and, upon reaching the distant sea, had become a massive island faintly emerging from the mist. "This is my Penglai, about the size of the Hokkaido of a little notebook. It has mountains, rivers, lakes, but no Gobi desert. The island is rich in immortal spirit energy; I, a humble Taoist, have sealed an entire dragon vein within it, and a protective island formation locks the spiritual energy. The island abounds with immortal herbs, spirit birds, and exotic beasts, so even an ordinary person without cultivation, merely breathing on the island, could live one hundred thirty‑or‑fourty years."

"If luck is a bit better and you happen upon some crimson fruit to eat, and work hard to clear fields and grow rice on the island, you could even live two hundred years," Zhou Xianda laughed, "In that case, one could indeed speak of immortality." Afterwards Zhou Xianda flew away, and Bai Lang, using void‑step, crossed space with his peerless martial arts to set foot here. "I also have a cave dwelling I made earlier; if you want it, you can take it."

Bai Lang took the finger‑sized faux mountain that looked as if made of porcelain; by probing it with his martial true qi he instantly understood how to use it. "Even without any magical power, my true qi can still expand and contract this object at will," he said with a smile, casually tossing it out. The faux mountain was imbued with true qi as heavy as a bronze great bell, and a sharp, unmatched geng‑metal killing true qi broke the seal; the faux mountain instantly elongated with the wind, and, lifted by the internal force of a Golden Bell Shield, it lightly fell into the sea.

"Hmm, it's about the size of Magic City's Hengsha Island, much smaller than Penglai, but it's enough," Bai Lang said, looking at the island with some delight. A small hill in the island's centre split the land into two halves, each with a small river flowing from the hill across its half. Each half also had a small lake, and the island, built around the hill‑shaped lakes, featured numerous pavilions, terraces, and towers—about six or seven distinct architectural clusters.

Later Zhou Xianda said he would take Penglai and depart for a while, so Bai Lang activated his Dragon‑Seizing Force, compressed the island again into a thumb‑sized faux mountain and slipped it into his pocket, then waved his hand and directly used Lightness Skill to return.

This whole episode cost a few hours, and Bai Lang had nothing else to do; even the agent Wei Yang he had hired had become lazy—after all, Bai Lang's monthly salary kept coming, and the man didn't care whether Bai Lang worked or not. "I told you, those few words offended a lot of people. This job will be hard to launch; you'll probably have to make web movies," Wei Yang saw through it, and Bai Lang just laughed, "I haven't even started firing off posts on Weibo—hey? By the way, I don't even have a Weibo, hahahaha."

Given his situation, if he actually had a Weibo he might get sandwiched; the chief could not tolerate Bai Lang's worldview. That romance variety show has become even more of a chicken‑rib for Bai Lang now, "We have different Dao, we cannot cooperate; moreover there's no common language at all. The girl's appearance is fine, but her interior is probably empty; the saying that words are tasteless applies here." Bai Lang thought the production team would soon find a way to "eliminate" him.