Chapter 976

It was truly difficult. This world was the monkey's world, but that didn't mean Bai Lang could turn these demons into hair and grow them on his own body—otherwise, wouldn't he become a hairy man? Long hair wouldn't work either; who the hell would know which hair on his head was newly grown? "That's not right. A thousand hairs wouldn't make him a hairy man, but how the hell do you pluck body hair? Fingers can't pluck them!" Besides, he didn't know the Seventy-Two Transformations of plucking hair.

"Eh? Late again, damn it?" A somewhat familiar voice sounded. Bai Lang turned his head and saw a person in a Taoist robe and cap standing on the clouds. He recognized this Taoist hooligan. "Yo, isn't this Martial Uncle? Why do you say you're late? Are you here to pull Master out of a jam?" Bai Lang recognized Zhou Xianda, the Qianshan Zhenren, and asked casually.

"I was going to pull him out; the guy sent me a message himself. I didn't expect that by the time I arrived, he had already escaped." Qianshan Zhenren looked lazy, his hand retracted into his sleeve, scratching an itch on his chest, looking nothing like an enlightened Taoist. Everyone in the Zhou family sect was the same kind of goods; Bai Lang knew this.

Bai Lang immediately hugged his thigh, "Martial Uncle, save me, save me. These lads are said to be stained with some 'bad' aura, and Erlang Zhenjun is forcing me to take them away. You know I don't have the ability..." His eyes were fixed on Zhou Xianda. Qianshan Zhenren couldn't help but laugh, "Just this? Isn't 'Universe in the Sleeve' enough?" This Qianshan Zhenren was also intentionally looking for a show.

Bai Lang was naturally helpless, "I don't know 'Universe in the Sleeve'." Zhou Xianda said, "Just like your thieving soldier master, you're all violent criminals. Forget it, I have a Fish-Dragon Flag here. I'll modify it for you so it can contain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and then you can collect these soldiers into the flag."

No sooner said than done, Zhou Xianda poured out a small flag the size of half a palm from the small gourd hanging at his waist, with a fish-dragon embroidered on it. Seeing this Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal point his finger, the flag burned without fire. Zhou Xianda snapped his fingers, "Damn, hurry up. This treasure refining has already attracted the attention of this world. It's no good to get entangled. Finish up and get out of here."

Bai Lang didn't speak, just stretched his neck to watch Zhou Xianda refine the treasure. This Qianshan Zhenren reached out to him, "Bring it here!" Bai Lang was confused, "Bring what?" Behind him, the thousand-plus demon soldiers were intimidated by the Golden Immortal aura and didn't dare to move. "Your weapon. Refining one is the same as refining two, so I might as well fix your weapon too. It takes about the same time anyway." Zhou Xianda wasn't refining a heavy treasure, just doing it for the sake of it, and the same went for the weapon.

It wasn't refining the Ruyi Jingu Bang or any other Dao-attaining treasure like a nine-toothed rake; simply refining a wish-fulfilling weapon was nothing. In fact, Bai Lang had long since turned Qi into a weapon and didn't necessarily need a physical one, though a real treasure weapon was certainly best.

He immediately condensed a weapon and handed it to Zhou Xianda, "Yo, turning Qi into a weapon. Fine, I'll bleed a little." Yellow light surged in the gourd, and divine iron and immortal wood flew out. After closing his eyes slightly, he smiled again, "Didn't expect there to be this shadow left. Fine, let's make it real. The Cloud-Water Spear that slays demons, ghosts, gods, and immortals—this is done."

Refined into a treasure weapon with Samadhi True Fire and tempered with Taiyin True Water, Bai Lang, under Zhou Xianda's signal, reached out and grabbed the tail of the handle that was revealed, pulling it out. A horse spear immediately appeared in his hand. There was no three-thousand-foot treasure light or auspicious aura rising; it just radiated cold light and killing intent. This thing looked like a mortal weapon, yet this was exactly what Bai Lang needed. He shook the long spear, and it indeed scattered into thin clouds and mist, swirling around him.

This was also a portable treasure weapon, much better than putting it in his ear.

The flag also transformed, the surface changing into a white tiger, still half the size of a palm. This thing was tossed to Bai Lang by Zhou Xianda, "Done, get out of here. I'm leaving first, bye." After saying this, the Qianshan Zhenren simply disappeared; truly elusive. At this moment, several streams of light flew in from the horizon. It was an old man and Nezha and others. They arrived here and didn't pay attention to Bai Lang, but looked around.

Bai Lang didn't dare say anything; he even tried to stuff the flag in his hand into his sleeve. The old man in the lead turned out to be Taibai Jinxing. They looked around, "Gone, late again." Then they looked at Bai Lang, and Bai Lang showed an innocent smile, "Taking them away immediately, taking them away immediately." He said, nodding and bowing somewhat. It was true that Bai Lang had high martial arts, but it was also true that those who know the times are heroes.

He really dared to fight, but what was the point of having a big fight with Nezha and the others? There was no need; it was easy to get caught and serve time for the thieving soldier.

These few looked at Bai Lang for a long while, then all rode the clouds and left. Bai Lang took the opportunity to shake the White Tiger Flag in his hand. A white light flashed, and the thousand demon soldiers before him were actually rolled into the flag. Bai Lang also put his eyes to the flag to look, and sure enough, he saw the scenery inside the flag.

There was actually a world inside this flag, with mountains stretching for hundreds of miles and clouds and mist swirling. His demon soldiers were scattered among them. Bai Lang didn't even think about it and waved the flag toward the earth below the clouds. A large amount of flowers, trees, birds, and beasts, and even fish swimming in the water were rolled up and fell into the flag. Then Bai Lang jumped and relied on his own skills to leave—this was still the escape technique the baboon taught him, which he heard was limited to this world.

In the endless void, Bai Lang couldn't stand for long, and this guy was rolled into another big world with a "quack."

"What the hell is this place?" A person with such high martial arts as Bai Lang would absolutely not faint upon landing. He stood firm and looked around, "Eh? Isn't this Hankou Road?" As a native of the Magic City, Bai Lang had worked in the Square-Bund area for ten years, and he was extremely familiar with Nanjing Road, Hankou Road, and the like. The problem was the era was wrong; why were rickshaws still running on the road?

"Damn! Isn't this the Magic City of the 1920s and 30s? Why let me come here to be a gang tycoon? Learn from Ma Yongzhen and get hacked to death in a teahouse? Or spend all day planting other people's lotus flowers? 'Nai Yi Zhu Te' is quite familiar." Bai Lang looked at himself, and immediately modified his outfit into a country bumpkin set—anyway, he was wearing a robe, and after tearing it a bit, it looked like a northern bumpkin who had come to the Magic City to escape famine.

"Anyway, I have a Magic City dialect, absolutely no Subei accent, that's fine. Regional discrimination is really serious these days..." Bai Lang's ancestors were from the Magic City for three generations, but going further back, they weren't Magic City people...

(End of chapter)