Chapter 758: Landing

Since modern transport can't approach Penglai Island, we'll just use a hand‑paddled boat. After all, the legends of accidentally entering Penglai say ancient people stumbled onto the island in the mist—just like the Peach Blossom Spring story, right? At this moment Bai Lang openly uses Lightness Skill, gliding through void with a single step, truly like a wire‑suspended stunt in a martial‑arts film—his toe touches the air and he slides dozens of meters. He darts above the crowd, ten‑plus meters high, like the wind, stirring everyone's imagination.

This carefree feeling, the wind‑like flowing Lightness Skill walking on air, truly fulfills everyone's deepest wuxia fantasy. Though this world has a different author, the classic wuxia novels still exist, so many people think of the fragrant commander—though that fellow's full beard lacks the dashing aura of the legendary thief‑commander…

Bai Lang leverages the Ten‑Thousand‑Mile Solo Lightness Skill, and in just a few hours he reaches the shore—covering hundreds of kilometres at a speed almost comparable to high‑speed rail, and he isn't even in a hurry. By now many people have gathered on the coast; although the distant Penglai Island is invisible, it doesn't stop them from congregating here to inhale a breath of immortal qi.

Bai Lang descends like a great bird; the onlookers also try to climb up to borrow a sip of true‑qi mastery, hoping they might cultivate such a divine skill. Bai Lang ignores them, at most nodding and smiling—showing off his grand demeanor. Then the crowd watches him rise again, soaring straight onto the sea surface. Miraculously he doesn't sink; after his feet touch the water he lifts off again, gliding, "Cross the river on a single reed! Skim the water!" people shout in a chorus.

Bai Lang gathers his breath and rushes, treading the raging sea as if it were flat ground; this time he quickens his pace, and within an hour he spots Penglai Island shrouded in mist. "Yo! There's still a Japanese‑American fleet," he sighs, noting there's no need to cause trouble now, and he has no intention of attacking the enemy fleet. Ahead, a rowing detachment appears. "Yo! You all push harder," he calls. It turns out to be naval soldiers and officials, rowing toward Penglai.

Bai Lang casually sets up a shade shelter and says, "Ha! Those Japanese‑American brutes have even started rowing? Let's give them some obstacles." He presses his palm down, then lifts upward. Under the watch of nearby soldiers, the roaring sea is raised into a massive water column, which then transforms into a scaly blue dragon. Bai Lang thrusts a palm toward the direction of those Japanese‑American brutes, and the dragon, amid its roar, rolls up a huge wave and speeds toward them.

Bai Lang doesn't glance back, simply steps on the water and flies toward Penglai. At first they don't notice him there—the silhouette of a single person is too tiny—but the towering wave he creates with a palm and the vivid dragon cause the rowers on the other side to shout "Holi…!" and eight "Ya Lu" sounds, then they plunge into the water to escape. It's understandable, since that dragon is obviously not alive.

That palm isn't usually lethal; unless it hits head‑on, at most it capsizes a boat. The Ugly Nation and Benzi have indeed learned of the mainland's massive upheaval—humans seemingly possessing extraordinary power have emerged, and both the Ugly Nation and Benzi now want to make contact to see if they can win them over.

Bai Lang steps onto Penglai Island, his Divine Sense flashes, and White Tiger Divine Intent sweeps across countless mountains and waters, "Not there? Could that person be still lost in some city, living a drunken dream?" Bai Lang's skill is inferior to Zhou Xianda, so if Zhou Xianda deliberately hides, Bai Lang would find it hard. "Fine, let's just explore Penglai." Earlier his Divine Sense had already scanned and possibly located Zhou Xianda's Qianshan Zhenren's cave dwelling, as well as various pavilions by a mountain lake, and, of course, many exotic beasts and rare birds that only appear in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Among them are fierce creatures. "If these people only roam Penglai's shores it's fine, but venturing deep into the mountains could be deadly." Bai Lang sighs; the cave he obtained isn't that vibrant, and he's even thought of rebuilding it entirely—having lived in so many traditional Chinese structures, he'd rather convert it to modern architecture; otherwise even the drainage system is a nuisance.

Since Zhou Xianda isn't present, Bai Lang has no need to rush to that fellow's cave; he thinks a leisurely stroll through the beasts' haunts will suffice—this island needs no his concern, and anyone the true Qianshan Zhenren doesn't want them to step on is surely unlandable. Isn't that just Bai Lang sticking his foot in? Bai Lang believes that if he doesn't act, Qianshan Zhenren likely has his own contingencies.

Bai Lang strolls on the pristine white beach, and ahead there's a wooden pier that seems suitable for mooring small boats. From the mist, several rowing boats indeed chug their way over. Bai Lang watches from the sand as these people jump into the knee‑deep sea, dragging their boats onto the shore. "Bold, indeed, daring to come up without an invitation from the master," he mutters.

Those people also see Bai Lang, their gazes as if witnessing a deity descending— the earlier palm that thrust out ten‑thousand‑ton seawater and the East Sea Dragon King weren't a trick, and this palm must be the Dismount Dragon Eighteen Palms, at least that's what they think. Clearly a middle‑aged leader steps forward to greet Bai Lang, "Mr. Bai, if there's anything we should watch out for, we can leave immediately." He seems also cautious.

Bai Lang also smiles, "This isn't my territory, but it's quite dangerous— you can't just brandish knives and guns on someone else's land, right? So I suggest you set up a camp on the beach and don't go inland. Besides, staying a few days is fine; the air here is so rich in spiritual energy that even a single extra breath can extend life." The air is saturated with spiritual qi, useful even for Bai Lang, let alone ordinary people. After saying that he departs; if these people truly…

But he probably doesn't care much about the lives of a few ordinary mortals.

Bai Lang intends to go to the other side; he's actually curious about what will happen to the Japanese‑American brutes—there aren't many places to land. Most of the island's coastline consists of cliffs towering hundreds of meters, with jagged reefs below like tiger teeth, hardly suitable for landing. Only a few spots have golden and silver beaches, and the Japanese‑American brutes he saw earlier were heading for that golden beach.

Bai Lang stands on the cliff above the golden beach, looking down. "Sure enough there's a contingency; those little brutes can still lunge toward the shore on their own, while the black‑and‑white skins can't get close at all. Done, that Qianshan Zhenren will be sued by Black‑Rice for discrimination—hahaha."

The previous chapter got sealed outright; luckily I posted it in the group.