Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 1011

Carrying a small bundle, Bai Lang and his adoptive mother were driven out of the Bai family mansion by the rest of the family. "Is this all right?" Bai Lang feigned concern, while his mother was weeping bitterly—this was essentially being expelled from the clan.
"I wonder what grudge they held against me? Why was I expelled from the clan?" It turns out that my cheap father's memorial tablet is still in the ancestral hall, but his name has been crossed out—probably because he was a spoiled brat.

They even forcibly pinned on some crime that nobody knows what it is. Although I can still have the surname Bai, I have no connection with the Bai family.

"That's great!" Bai Lang was overjoyed. This "spoiled brat" had taken his mother to the South City Wharf and used the remaining money to buy a houseboat. "We're going to make a living on the water now," he comforted his mother.

According to the plot, this woman wouldn't live much longer—her husband died, her family was wiped out, and she passed away in despair.

There's no need to change her fate. Anyway, this woman has lived a life of luxury for most of her life, and she only suffers poverty and mistreatment in the last few months of her life—but she's not necessarily destitute.

As expected, all the money she brought was spent on medical treatment and medicine, which Bai Lang did very well in. Bai Hu was also kind-hearted and pretended to be a good son to this woman at the end.

On his deathbed, Bai Lang was not surprised to hear a very soft voice saying, "Husband, my son, I'm coming to go with you." It seemed that this woman, connected to her son, already knew that he was definitely not her son.

"That old hag is acting recklessly, but there's a line of poetry that makes sense: 'The hearts of parents are full of pity.'" Bai Lang used the remaining money to make a coffin, and then carried it for dozens of miles at night. Using his aura-gazing technique, he chose a suitable place to bury the woman.

"I'm afraid there won't be many descendants left, but fortunately, I'll soon be reborn into a good family. The White Tiger Star shines upon my destiny—I'm destined for great wealth and honor," Bai Lang said.

Since it was a live-action simulation, Bai Lang didn't mind making the world go his way for a while, so he set off in his small boat to fish.

Tigers love water, and Bai Lang walks on the sea as if on flat ground. He stands on the deck of the boat, feeling the rise and fall of the waves and the force of the ocean currents. He easily uses his strength and changes in his center of gravity to make the small boat nimbly shuttle through the waves, completely unaffected by the lateral impact of the waves.

This is called going with the flow; without much effort, the boat can move as fast as an arrow.

Bai Lang now knew the city was called Nanhai City, the largest city in the south of the Song Dynasty—basically, it was located at the mouth of the Pearl River. He had looked at the map; it bore no resemblance to a map of China.

The city spanned several hundred miles in circumference and had a population of several million. Bai Lang estimated that there were eight to nine million people, making it an extremely large ancient city.

This world has martial arts and Taoist practices, so it's not surprising that it transcends the scale of ancient China.

Bai Lang wasn't in a hurry to learn about the martial arts of this world; he was simply enjoying the pleasure of surfing on the sea.

As for fishing? With his tattered fishing net, sea fishing seems more reliable.

Moreover, strange things exist in this world, so going out to sea at night is taboo. It is said that one is easily killed by something like a water ghost or a sticky substance, and in most cases, even the body cannot be found.

If you must sail at night, you'll need some special equipment, the most common being lights. Some lights that use special fuel can ensure safety within their illumination range.

I've heard that the same rules apply to searching for herbs, minerals, and hunting in the mountains; special tools are required for nighttime activities. The sea is far more dangerous. While in the mountains, sometimes relying on houses and fire can ward off many strange creatures, the monsters at sea are far more numerous, stronger, and more dangerous than those on land.

As dusk fell, Bai Lang hadn't caught a single fish—it was his first time sea fishing, and he was really unfamiliar with it. What was worse, he had even forgotten to bring bait. It wasn't that he couldn't catch fish with just a hook, but he just had bad luck this time.

Otherwise, you should be able to catch surface-feeding predatory fish.

"Let's go, let's go back." Seeing that it was getting dark, Bai Lang turned the boat around and prepared to return to the port—the port had lanterns to guide the way, so they wouldn't get lost.

The sun sets incredibly fast; just moments ago the sky was ablaze with crimson, and in the blink of an eye it was pitch black. Bai Lang, unperturbed, continued to slowly adjust his sails and wind direction, making his way towards the harbor.

But the fog rolled in, and within a few breaths, visibility was reduced to no more than three meters.

A faint fishy smell permeated the sea breeze and sea mist, and Bai Lang could feel a chilling aura spreading upwards from the depths of the sea.

"Oh, it's still yin energy, destined to produce nothing good." Bai Lang said nonchalantly. "Ha, it's really ugly." What he saw were fish-men floating on the surface of the sea—if they could even be called fish-men.
Fish heads, all kinds of fish heads, but the bodies below are basically molluscs with many tentacles, but the torso and supporting limbs are arthropods like lobsters and crabs. They are so ugly that you can't bear to look at them, and they smell awful too. No one would want to eat this kind of seafood.

"Moreover, this is simply a combination of inanimate objects and resentment, some kind of low-level weirdness." Bai Lang casually flicked his finger, crushing the approaching monsters. These were all air bullets, whistling as they smashed these inanimate objects to pieces.

"Wait, I remember it like this." Bai Lang suddenly remembered that the air bullet he fired was tinged with a faint red color. After hitting the target, it immediately turned into a bright white flame, instantly turning the dead objects formed by the gathering of yin energy into ashes.

"Vermilion Bird Fierce Finger Flick!" Bai Lang chuckled.

The yin energy here quickly dissipated. After all, this is the sea near the land. Even if the ocean is full of strange things, the number of them scattered here is limited. In no time, the white waves cleaned it up completely. Sure enough, the purification effect of the flames was excellent.

These burned corpses of Yin Sha would release things from within them, mainly white beads. On average, one thumb-sized white bead would emerge from every three Yin Sha corpses. "Yin Sha Beads, huh? Not bad material." Bai Lang put them away, and the small boat docked ashore.

The harbor was filled with dilapidated houseboats. Bai Lang tossed the boat aside, saying, "Let's leave it here for now. We'll go check out that so-called martial arts school tomorrow."

The next morning, a local, very rude gang came to collect protection money.

Three thugs, whose appearances were undeniably menacing, came over and spat at Bai Lang, shouting, "Kid! Money!"

"You're going to give me money?" Bai Lang feigned ignorance, but the leader of the three men was furious. The hairy mole on his face twitched. "You damn little beast, you're asking for death!" He was about to hit him.

Bai Lang slapped the man across the face, knocking him to the ground. "Shut up! I don't have any money, you pay for it! That's it."