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

Chapter 1017

Bai Lang was about to make a move—his arrival had already attracted the attention of all the living beings present, because his presence was simply too strong.

"Red Emperor Leaps Fire Dragon!" The White Wave Southern Sky Vermilion Bird Fist's opening stance immediately ignited a raging fire. "That guy has good handwriting, he seems to be a cultured person, so we can't use things like 'fierce,' 'explosive,' or 'break,' he has to be cultured!"

Therefore, the second move is "Thousands of birds fly away!" The claws transform into thousands of birds, which, amidst extremely sharp whistles, traverse more than ten miles, directly turning the monster into charred remains amidst the thunder and fire birds. The dried flesh peels off the black bones, and as the birdsong disappears, a huge skeleton stands in a pose beside the broken carriage.

This is no longer a starting move, but a direct, high-speed lightning and fire claw technique that rapidly strikes, ignites, and severs the opponent's defenses.

"Oh, it's actually a deer-headed monster." Bai Lang kicked the skeleton apart and looked at the young lady and maid. "The axle isn't broken. After wrapping it with branches, it should still be able to be used as a large cart to continue moving forward."

After saying that, he turned to look at the monsters and bandits, "To eradicate evil completely, let me give you a hand."

"The Vermilion Bird soars, its wings adorned with vibrant colors!" Bai Lang chanted this, his figure resembling a giant bird, swirling and flying with wind and fire. This was the lightness skill of the Southern Vermilion Bird Fist, which had acquired its beautiful name.

"Martial arts should also be based on culture! The raging fire burns the Wei Emperor's banner!" Bai Lang said, unleashing a fiery force as strong as the wind and as powerful as a mountain with his fists, the wind whipping up fiery clouds that swept across the entire battlefield.

The merchants and guests were unharmed, while the bandits and monsters screamed as they were burned to a crisp amidst the blazing winds and flames. Their flesh was then blown away from their bones like shreds, leaving behind a variety of charred skeletons.

After killing all the demons and monsters present, Bai Lang was entangled by the woman—several men in front of the car had already been killed, and the young lady was just sobbing softly.

"Very well, if there's nothing else, just follow me for now," Bai Lang said. He was wearing a mask to hide his face.

He didn't want to expose himself any further, so he took the woman and drove off in a carriage.

The elegant Southern Heaven Vermilion Bird Fist is different from the wild Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist.

Along the way, I learned that this Miss Qian Ya was traveling with her parents and family to seek refuge with relatives—the carriage was carrying quite a bit of money. "My father said that my family offended someone over there."

As they were about to arrive, they encountered bandits and monsters—the kind that had no sense of morality. The bandits and monsters they had encountered on the long road before had at least some sense of propriety; they were allowed to pass after being given money and some purchased servants.

"They actually bought people to feed to monsters?!" Bai Lang didn't say anything. He decided that from now on, he would just follow the road and kill any such things he encountered.

This world is full of bizarre creatures that can devour people, not just monsters, but also places like haunted shops—even inns located in the old forests along official roads are dangerous enough without ghosts, let alone if there are ghosts.

Any shop that appears is a ghost shop without exception—even those that are official post stations run by the imperial court are quite dangerous, and it cannot be ruled out that the officials of the post stations collude with demons and monsters in the vicinity to plunder and kill.

Bai Lang returned to the city with the two women and shamelessly used their money to buy a garden to live in—a garden with mountains, water, and forests, covering five or six acres. In the outer city, it wasn't particularly valuable, but in the inner city, its price would skyrocket. In the outer city, such gardens were prone to attracting strange occurrences if they didn't have enough visitors, so they often didn't sell, and therefore few people built them.

A garden that has been vacant for a long time must have something bad about it, and the family that bought it and moved in must be quite capable.

Bai Lang is a prime example. "Star Spreads Wings!" This is another unique skill from the Southern Vermilion Bird Fist, a wide-range technique that unleashes fiery energy waves that sweep across the four directions and eight wastelands.

The illusory waves of fire swept across the entire garden. Although they couldn't directly burn some of the strange creatures to death, they certainly exposed them.

After that, he simply reached out and squeezed it, turning it into ashes. Qian Ya then fully realized how powerful this man was—he could easily eliminate such strange things, and he even had a record of killing more than a hundred bandits and monsters in one fell swoop.

"A master of innate level?" She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, so of course she asked directly.

"Much higher than that!" Bai Lang was as arrogant as ever. "A mere Innate Realm cultivator."

Indeed, all talk of Ming Jin, An Jin, Bao Jin, and Ju Dan is meaningless. Bai Lang directly completed the Nan Tian Zhu Que Fist, which transforms fighting spirit into fighting spirit—blossoming fighting spirit from the outside in.

Of course, once you move in, you'll need to hire some servants. Otherwise, how can a maid keep the garden clean and tidy? Not to mention, you'll have to clean it first, something the Southern Vermilion Bird Fist can't do.

Miss Qian went to the broker to buy servants, while Bai Lang continued to inquire about the fate of the Flying Bird Martial Arts School.

As he expected, the Seven Warlords of the Sea were fighting amongst themselves, three of them lost their lives, and two others were missing. As for their disciples and followers, they formed alliances and changed sides, presenting a scene of constant change of power.

The two giants, one being the eldest brother and the other originally ranked sixth, relied mainly on money to maintain his faction. Unexpectedly, they displayed the strategic brilliance of a gangster boss during the battle.
As for the martial arts master? Ah, he completely messed things up, closed the martial arts school, and disappeared with his children. I guess he went to open a martial arts school in another part of the outer city?
Anyway, when Bai Lang went to check, the people, money, and martial arts manuals had all disappeared, but there was no murderous aura in the room, so no one was dead.

"It must be at least a hundred thousand coins, right?" Bai Lang estimated for a moment. The master of the museum had made a lot of money over the years, and with the secret map, it would be enough for his son and daughter to reach his level.

Bai Lang had met these two young masters and ladies before and could tell at a glance that they had the potential and aptitude to reach their father's level, but it would be a little difficult for them to go further.

"Generally speaking, reaching the Embracing Strength stage is possible, but reaching the Gathering Core stage is not without hope, and going beyond that is absolutely impossible." This is Bai Lang's opinion. These two are already quite good. Having grown up soaking in medicinal baths, their innate talent is naturally much stronger than that of ordinary disciples.

Most small aristocratic families can only achieve this much, but they have a wider variety of martial arts styles, so they can produce more masters of the same level. Unlike the head of the martial arts school, who can only produce one son and one daughter even after exhausting all his efforts.

Bai Lang's appearance naturally caught the attention of his fellow disciples. He was the last remaining disciple of the Flying Bird Martial Arts School, and both sides in the conflict wanted to win him over to strengthen their own forces.