Chapter 90

Whether there's a cheat or not, I won't mention it, but the process of training Black Tiger Fist went very smoothly; within ten days Bai Lang had already entered the inner sanctum, and with White Tiger killing qi combined with Tiger Form True Meaning plus Black Tiger Fist, Bai Lang truly transformed into a ferocious tiger with either a black base and white stripes or a white base and black stripes during practice. 'Is this the killing qi taking shape?' Bai Lang, while practicing, also sized himself up, and it was indeed like an upright, humanoid tiger.

Speaking of which, the official documents also once mentioned a tiger demon; having trained Tiger Form Fist to its peak, it seems it still can't compare to a tiger demon, right? Bai Lang recalled that this world also had monsters, and he was itching to see one. 'But if it's just a monster, it should be stronger than me; really seeing one would probably get me killed!' While idly daydreaming and still training martial arts, Bai Lang truly hadn't realized that this was actually his War God cheat—being able to train martial arts even while distracted and absentminded, and the effect was surprisingly good; this naturally is a kind of War God cheat.

Compared to Chief Qiao, there should still be a gap; the other side is not only a War God but also a God of Combat, able to adapt and change endlessly in battle—such a person is rare since ancient times. Junior Protector Bai is probably not among them.

Although the Vice Chief values Bai Lang quite a bit, this is probably because he knows Murong Hua. Bai Lang also asked this Vice Chief, who knows that the Huanhua Sword-Washing Sect is a martial arts sect larger than the Changle Gang, with many more masters, and naturally its sphere of influence is likewise greater. Although Murong Hua seems to have no particular reputation, since he is a disciple of the sect, his status is likely already above that of a branch chief.

Bai Lang is someone with prospects; if he were to connect with a disciple of the Huanhua Sword-Washing Sect, it's uncertain whether he could later become an elder of the Changle Gang—the gang naturally wants to cultivate such members: being able to fight is not as good as being on good terms with a powerful sect. Bai Lang clearly understands this: 'Everyone out here isn't here to compete in anger, but to make money! In gangs, keep a low profile; to make money, be flashy...' This is a famous saying, and Bai Lang would say it too— as a modern person who transmigrated, his vision is naturally much broader than that of ordinary people born here.

In fact Bai Lang also knows that Vice Chief Liu, or rather the Chief, probably thinks the Changle Gang can't support someone like him—if the disciple of the Huanhua Sword-Washing Sect is at all interesting and on good terms, Bai Lang would likely take this chance to leave—but what does it matter? Bai Lang originally was just an ordinary gang member; the gang never promoted him but also never mistreated him, and even if he wanted to leave, they'd probably see him off.

Therefore, what Bai Lang had thought earlier is actually unnecessary; now he's figured it out—though without money you can't move an inch, and the Changle Gang indeed owes him a debt of gratitude, Bai Lang feels he can't just leave like that. Staying put isn't a solution either—others will become increasingly uncomfortable. So Bai Lang thinks it's better to wait for an adventure and see if any of those noble youths have good introductions; he has low demands, just go to a bigger city and become a small landlord.

Those places should be relatively easy to collect secret manuals, also well-informed, and one can practice martial arts there. As for the future, Bai Lang also doesn't know how it will be—why did he transmigrate? This is a question to be considered only if he someday attains the ability of a celestial being.

And that so-called adventure also seems to be a good place to collect martial arts secret manuals— as long as he returns alive, that's enough.

'At the end of the day, it's just my cultivation of the Golden Bell Shield—if I don't break the fourth level, I can't even talk about having a Golden Bell Shield!' Bai Lang also steeled himself, throwing his whole heart into cultivating the Golden Bell Shield, while the training of Black Tiger Fist could only be eased a little. The prerequisite for the fourth level is to fully open the twelve primary meridians plus the eight extraordinary meridians, then cultivate a mouthful of vigorous qi; this vigorous qi can form a protective shield on the body, reflecting back attacks on one's own strength—only upon reaching this point does one truly deserve the name Golden Bell Shield, because the outward release of this vigorous qi can form a great golden bell that shields oneself.

Bai Lang can now see the fourth level, but getting past it might truly be difficult. The twelve primary meridians and eight extraordinary meridians are still manageable—Bai Lang is about to fully open all his meridians, but cultivating a mouthful of vigorous qi? That can only be said to have just a hint of a clue. 'I don't know if White Tiger killing qi can be cultivated into vigorous qi.' The problem is that this Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield is merely a secret manual; everything has to be figured out by Bai Lang himself.

'After all, the secret manuals of this world are useful…' He sighed, and Bai Lang felt a bit helpless.

Murong Hua still hasn't come after over half a year. And Bai Lang, over half a year, has grown a bit taller; even his beard has faintly sprouted a few stubble roots on his chin—indeed, he has grown up. However, the fourth level is still stuck on vigorous qi with no way forward, but all his meridians have been opened, his martial arts have improved considerably, and Black Tiger Fist could be considered by him to have reached the peak of perfection— but it's just Black Tiger Fist; could it be that he's supposed to train it into old age?

This day, that ghostly head on his chest surfaced again, and Bai Lang knew that the matter had come; he then went into his room and waited quietly.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in that palace. This time everyone had gathered again—three men, two women, the little monk still had his bald spot. Bai Lang opened his mouth to ask, 'Has anyone gone to ask Monk Cien how he handled this?' Ma Rulong gave Bai Lang a glance, 'Master Cien died without illness, at least that's what Young Forest says—he's just a little monk who hasn't even entered the door, Young Forest wouldn't bother deceiving me over this.'

Bai Lang didn't continue speaking, but it seems everyone here except him knows. Murong Hua laughed again, 'Hey, I said you're still better off wearing armor; this outfit.... it doesn't suit you.' Bai Lang also laughed, 'I think so too, but dressing like that would be hard to say in everyday life.'

'The matter of the secret manuals— I'm afraid I can only give them to you after we go out. I've also asked Senior Brother Ma to help collect secret manuals here—but personally I suggest that, if you're able, you should redeem the secret manuals here instead.'

Bai Lang silently thought, 'How do they trust this redemption place so much now? They must have gotten some benefit and still haven't noticed anything abnormal... Anyway, let's not worry about future troubles—first become strong enough to survive, then we'll talk!' Ma Yinglong also saw Bai Lang's empty hands, 'Eh? I remember Junior Brother Bai, you didn't redeem a pair of water-polished Purple Gold Halberds? How did you forget to bring them?'

Bai Lang could only laugh nervously; he couldn't possibly say, 'Old man, I lost this thing,' could he? That would be a joke. All he could say was that he'd been careless, preoccupied with figuring out what to do upon arrival, and forgot to bring the Purple Gold Halberd. 'Let me say this, Junior Brother Bai's is actually fist and palm technique,' Murong Hua said. At that moment, the light curtain and sound also came on: 'Entering the world, faction pending, mission pending. First restriction—survive ten days.'