Chapter 91: Entering the City

"Survive ten days?" Bai Lang just thought of that, and a flash of white light enveloped his vision, then his body felt light. When he solidified again, what appeared before everyone was an ordinary dirt road, flanked by woods, with a city faintly visible in the distance at one end, and the other end leading to an unknown direction. "Could it be that wherever we go we automatically join a faction?" Mu Rong Jiuxiu said.

"Hard to say—what if there are more than three factions?" Bai Lang stayed silent, but Ma Yinglong replied, "In any case, let's enter the city first, gathering some intel is also good. Hmph, survive ten days? If we stay out in the wild, we might not even make it a single day."

Bai Lang understood the situation; since they spoke of surviving ten days, something deadly was bound to happen within those ten days, perhaps a sudden intimidation. "Right, entering the city is the proper thing to do," Mu Ronghua added, and everyone activated their Lightness Skill, sprinting toward the city.

Bai Lang found his Lightness Skill wasn't bad at all, and Mu Ronghua raised an eyebrow, "Junior Brother Bai, your martial arts have improved a lot; this Lightness Skill is pretty decent!" Ma Yinglong concurred, "The Lightness Skill must be honed! Whether fighting or fleeing, it's the most important martial art!"

"But isn't a good Lightness Skill the standard for a lecherous rogue?" a soft voice sounded nearby, and the three men turned toward Mu Rong Jiuxiu... The young girl's eyes flickered with a smile, "Indeed, it's Jiuxiu!" Bai Lang said.

At the city gate, soldiers stood guard; Bai Lang glanced and saw the troops were vigorous and full of spirit, "They don't seem subordinate to me?" he thought. At that moment, Mu Ronghua had already gone up to chat. "So far, this is the second world... I notice there's no language barrier? These people look similar to us... perhaps this is some place on another continent?" Bai Lang decided not to invoke any parallel‑world theories for now.

It makes more sense to explain this as different regions of the same world, since, according to Ma Yinglong, celestial great beings and near‑celestial cave‑heaven great beings can move people thousands or even tens of thousands of li away... As for traversing worlds? Well, Ma Yinglong was vague about that, unable to say whether those "gods" possess such power. "A summer insect cannot speak of ice; that's the principle," Bai Lang thought.

None of the people before them had broken the mystic gateway to achieve innate status, and even the sect elders wouldn't discuss true masters with them—there was no need. At that moment, Mu Ronghua returned, "No problem, Great Liang City has nothing special; let's go in." Bai Lang noticed that the entry fee was paid with silver and copper coins. "I was sure I had Great Yan Tongbao in my hand; how did it become this kind of Heaven‑and‑Earth Tongbao?"

The "adventure" represented by that imp was truly formidable, and Bai Lang didn't overthink, focusing on the upcoming situation. After entering the city, nothing seemed abnormal; the city appeared to have over a hundred thousand residents, laid out in the traditional cross‑shaped districts he knew, with two straight avenues dividing it into four quarters, each containing several wards and various businesses. "It's not more developed than where I'm from?" Bai Lang wandered the streets at leisure, observing the buildings, people's clothing, and the assorted goods.

Technologically there was no real difference, but stylistically there were some variations; Mu Rong Jiuxiu pulled Qin Lianer aside to look at various jewelry, clothes, and rouge powders, clearly excited. The group found an inn to stay in, in Ma Yinglong's room, and began sharing opinions. Qin Lianer carefully took out a few purchased rouge powders, "These are usable, but I've never seen these herbs before."

"What does 'usable' mean?" Bai Lang asked. Qin Yulian flinched slightly, "It means they can be formulated into medicine."

The three men exchanged glances, "Miss Qin, you'll probably have to make several trips to the pharmacy to see what's usable and identify the medicines... I'm skeptical?" Ma Yinglong began, then glanced at Bai Lang and Mu Ronghua, "We still can't confirm where we are," Mu Ronghua said. Bai Lang spoke up, "The characters here are almost the same as Great Yan's script, just slightly different strokes—essentially variant forms, but the meaning is identical..."

Ma Yinglong rubbed his nose, while Mu Ronghua and Mu Rong Jiuxiu each fell into thought. Bai Lang sighed, "The clothing is almost the same, no exotic outfits. Where exactly are we? Are other continents really like this?"

Ma Yinglong seemed to have heard Bai Lang's thoughts and said, "Perhaps this isn't the Eastern Victory Continent... because although the language there is similar to ours, the attire differs, and so do the coins." He flipped his hand, and a small but exquisite shell appeared in his palm, "This is a common treasure of the Eastern Victory Continent—essentially money."

The Donghai Guantao Pavilion sits on an island in the sea, likely one of the sects closest to the Eastern Victory Continent.

"We won't discuss where we are now; that ten‑day survival limit? Something big is probably going to happen..." Bai Lang said, but after the group's discussion, all they could do was stay alert, rest, and prepare for any possible changes.

Bai Lang took the opportunity to ask Ma Yinglong and Mu Ronghua about martial techniques, and both were eager to advise. "Junior Brother Bai, your Internal Force far exceeds your martial skills, so your problem is that you have cultivated a fairly strong Internal Force and cross‑training skills but can't unleash their full power; your fist‑and‑palm techniques are poor. In this world there are countless prodigies who innovate and create a path suited to themselves, but I think you're not that kind of genius. Forgive my bluntness," Ma Yinglong said—his martial prowess was the highest among them.

Mu Ronghua also nodded, "Indeed, scions of famous families are well‑versed..." Bai Lang thought. "Now, Junior Brother Bai, I've seen the Black Tiger Fist you practice. It's a decent martial art." Ma Yinglong, looking at Bai Lang, smiled, "Don't be misled by the name; this art actually suits you well. I heard from Junior Brother Mu that you've cultivated Tiger Sha Qi and also have solid cross‑training skills, so this art fits you—if you achieve results, in terms of martial skill you might already surpass Junior Brother Mu... your Internal Force is stronger than his."

Bai Lang hummed, "My Internal Force is stronger than Senior Brother Mu?!"