Chapter 759: Immortal

Discrimination is certain; Bai Lang and Zhou Xianda, the Qianshan Zhenren, are the same—black‑skinned and white‑skinned people are not even considered human in their eyes. "Barbarian tribes can still be called humans, but the White Di have nothing to do with those Angsa and the Germanic Gauls; they are merely lower‑rank forest beasts. As for the black‑skinned, they are even worse than the Southern Barbarians, also beasts. Apart from us, the Huaxia descendants, only the Four Barbarians count as uncivilized humans; everyone else is not human at all."

In fact, if the ancient Great Qin—i. e., the Roman Empire—still existed, they would be considered civilized people, while the Gauls would only be counted as monkeys. Now the black‑and‑white monkeys frothing up in the seas beyond the island are not human either. The little notebook called the Eastern Barbarians, however, managed to struggle ashore, collapsing exhausted on the beach.

Bai Lang watched these barbarians without acting, because another strange beast had already arrived—a massive white fox as big as a city bus, its nine tails fanned out behind it like a display. "I suppose they are shouting Yu Zao Qian." In any case, watching those Ri Ben soldiers kneeling and kowtowing was rather amusing; no one actually reached for a gun to fire.

"That fox does look quite beautiful," Bai Lang said, unfazed by the strange beasts—he couldn't defeat them anyway, and at least the ones in front of him were certainly no match. "Hey, he's back." Bai Lang looked up and saw a man in a Dao robe sitting on a cloud, chanting, "Lying high among nine layers of clouds, the meditation cushion of the True Daoist…" Bai Lang was shocked: "This fellow is truly audacious, no kidding! This is not something one can just sing casually!"

Fortunately, the Daoist didn't finish the chant; he muttered something about a Great Awakening Golden Immortal and the like, and the final line was "break the stubborn void, must awaken the void." Bai Lang didn't even want to listen; when the fellow descended from the cloud, he indeed looked like a human‑shaped, dog‑like True Daoist Immortal. Zhou Xianda now sported five thin long strands of beard, a topknot, and a Dao crown—a lotus crown inlaid with gold and jade.

His robe was a blue Bagua Dao robe, exuding abundant immortal aura, yet Bai Lang knew it was empty inside—this Zhenren probably wasn't even wearing pants. Seeing the man approach in an immortal bearing, Bai Lang immediately said, "The master has arrived; you handle this troublesome matter yourself. By the way, give me any pills you have first!" He then reached to snatch.

"Do not be so hasty," Zhou Xianda said, his dignified aura solemn, and quickly produced a gourd. Qianshan Zhenren poured out two small jade bottles from the gourd: "One bottle of Qi‑recovering Pill; with your power, taking three or five will fully replenish you, no pill toxicity, take it freely. I won't give you that trash Grain‑avoiding Pill; this stuff is less useful than immortal beans. The other is Intermittent Ointment, the kind you split in half—one half taken orally, the other mixed with water to apply to wounds, healing instantly."

"That's all?" Bai Lang complained. "Fine then—want a leg‑stretch eye‑ball? One pill and you'll ascend to immortality!" Zhou Xianda pretended to reach for something in a crevice. "Stop it, stop it!" Bai Lang said, then stepped onto the waves and walked away.

"That damned ox‑nose trick is beyond even the lord's control," Bai Lang thought on his way back. "Either way, it's unsightly." He stared at the amphibious warships of the ugly nation in the distance, rubbing his chin, contemplating whether to mess with them… In the end, considering the divine beasts, he simply spat toward that direction and left.

"I think all the lords of the world are one family…" Bai Lang felt it was better to be the adversary of the lords… After returning to the mainland, he was about to start a killing spree.

With a single leap, Bai Lang shot into the sky, his true ten‑thousand‑mile solo Lightness Skill taking less than half an hour to return him to his rented dwelling. "Sure enough, officials are monitoring everywhere," he thought. A casual glance let him sense dozens of people nearby keeping watch, and the ordinary folk were now likely unable to approach him.

Those above were probably in a meeting, discussing how to deal with a master like Bai Lang. "I think they'll have to act," they thought. Now that Zhou Xianda has also appeared, the Bai Lang–Zhou Xianda situation truly gives the relevant departments a headache. As for Bai Lang, they will mostly adopt a wait‑and‑see approach—watch what Bai Lang intends to do, then decide how to respond.

For example, if Bai Lang were to look for a rental now, he could be certain he'd find a cheap large villa, often even with housekeeping services. If he wanted to appear on a program… that's unlikely; after his self‑manifestation, he might not be able to save face. Of course, should he persist, there's a 100% chance a major wuxia production would recruit him as the male lead.

In short, as long as Bai Lang stays out of trouble, the higher‑ups will surely grant him whatever he wishes, even hand him money at a word. The martial arts Bai Lang previously displayed were near divine feats; in wuxia fairy tales, such a person counts among the Five Great Wonders, and Bai Lang is at the Zhong Shen Tong level.

As for what kind of treatment the immortal Zhou Xianda will receive? Bai Lang thinks, moving upward, that aside from elder status, there is no ceiling on his position. After all, he truly possesses the means of immortality, and cultivating martial arts for longevity is, as the novels show, inferior to cultivating Dao for eternal life.

Bai Lang said "do it" and immediately went to an agency, "Looking to rent, any good listings?" The man who greeted him gave off the aura of a relevant department official, which Bai Lang sensed. Bai Lang wanted a large house, quiet yet with convenient transport, preferably stepping out into a bustling area—quite a picky request. The agent, of course, said "yes, yes, yes" and promptly recommended a villa that offers tranquility amid the hustle.

The agent pretended to admire a martial arts master like Bai Lang, saying he wouldn't take a commission and hoped Bai Lang could assess him—could he practice martial arts? If not, could his "family"? It was a request, not a demand; even if impossible, he wouldn't charge a fee. "A small favor, who are you looking down on?" Bai Lang thought, but he didn't jump up in anger, merely muttering, "Finding a meal isn't easy."

Bai Lang actually put on a serious face and gave it a look—the other party even summoned a teenager, calling him his nephew. "No, just practice some karate or something; Internal Force martial arts are definitely out of reach, haha. Hey, it's not that I won't teach." Bai Lang squinted, his fingers fidgeting in a mock‑serious manner.

He was obviously just having fun; even if he taught, people of this world couldn't practice—the primordial qi of heaven and earth is solidified, requiring someone like Bai Lang to personally clear the student's meridians, open the Ren and Du channels, bridge heaven and earth, and directly usher them into the Pre‑Heaven realm—what a price! What kind of compensation would make Bai Lang do that?