Bailin Country

"Is this the Bailin Country? It's a little different from what I imagined..."

As she walked out of the airport and watched the pedestrians coming and going on the street, Feng Xue's lips curled up slightly.

In the minds of the people of Budali, the landscape of the Bailin Country should be one where everyone is a giant, a muscle monster, and speaks only of the strong...

Although he didn't originally think so, after attending school in Budali for two months, this perception seemed to have unconsciously entered his mind.

"Speaking of which, in the Ideal Country, people all thought that women in Budali would have silver tattoos..."

He shook his head and went through all sorts of regional slurs in his mind. It wasn't that he liked them, but rather that this world was full of all sorts of Hell Joke, and regional slurs were a very common type of Hell Joke.

For example, when talking about Bailang's best-selling products, if you're not careful, they might turn into something like a skeleton. If you don't plan ahead, you might end up with something weird or strange just because you ordered an iced milk tea at a beverage shop.

The image of three agricultural machines combining to transform into Combine Harvester is still vivid in my mind!

Although not everyone in Bailin Country is a muscular Strong Man, a casual glance reveals a martial Martial Spirit among its people. For example, an older woman on the street carries a pair of Emei daggers in her grocery bag; a beautiful woman in a black silk skirt has a row of throwing knives faintly visible under her skirt as she walks; and even a seemingly thin office worker with gold-rimmed glasses can be told from the slightly strange creases in his belt that some kind of weapon might be hidden inside.

Seeing that everyone there seemed to know martial arts, Feng Xue thought for a moment, then immediately found an alley without surveillance cameras and slipped inside. When he came out again, he had changed his clothes.

He made some minor adjustments to his face to make himself look older and more like a local from Bailin, but his clothing style was completely changed. His original casual clothes were replaced with practice clothes that are quite common in Bailin Country. The Guitar Case behind him was put away and replaced with Erhu that looked a bit old.

However, upon closer inspection, one can notice a slightly unnatural bulge in the sleeve of his right arm. An experienced person would easily recognize that something is hidden there.

Although he may not look much different, in the eyes of the Bailin Country people, he is now a complete local.

Speaking fluent Bailin dialect, Feng Xue found a pedestrian overpass to sit down, placed the printed QR code on the ground in front of her, and then started pulling it on her own.

The mournful sound of the zither carried for miles, and before long, a large crowd had gathered under the overpass.

Although the people of Bailin are known for their Martial Spirit, it doesn't mean they are all just brutes. They can also appreciate music that touches the soul.

The phone kept vibrating with notifications of the donations being credited to his account, but it did nothing to affect his erhu playing.

However, he wasn't too greedy. When the piece ended, he put away his erhu, concluded his observation of the world, and went into a small, unassuming restaurant by the roadside.

Although he has the [Money Printer] Tag and related minting capabilities, it's best not to misuse it in this world.

"What would you like to eat?"

"I Think!" Hearing the waiter's question, Feng Xue didn't immediately order their signature dish as usual. Instead, she picked up the menu, confirmed that the signature dish wasn't the rumored chicken breast coated in protein powder, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just give me one of the set meals recommended by the restaurant."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter immediately turned and left. Feng Xue sat down at the table near the door, took out her phone and connected to the local network. Sure enough, the Hot Search List was also full of news about [Heavenly Court].

"This is strange. In the past, by this stage, even if no Trait had been condensed, at least a few Tag should have appeared. Why haven't any Tag been condensed yet this time?"

As Feng Xue looked at the trending topics, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Could it be because faith has been completely divided? But even if it were divided, it should be divided into existing entities, so why can't new things be divided as well? Or is it that this world itself has Weird Tale similar to the Heavenly Court, diverting... no, it should be said that it has plundered this part of the new [consciousness]? Or is it because... I have now obtained [truth], so it is more difficult for me to condense Trait?"

Feng Xue couldn't help but have many speculations, but he suppressed them for the time being. Regardless of whether his guesses were correct, given the current state of the world, it meant that the position he wanted to obtain was still vacant.

"Honestly, why are these countries so slow and inefficient!"

Your food is here.

Just as Feng Xue was muttering to herself, the waiter brought the food up. Although the taste was just average, it wasn't exactly Dark Cooking.

Feng Xue chewed his food, but his brows furrowed slightly as he sensed several pointed gazes directed at him.

Before he could think further, three men walked in from the shop entrance and approached him as if they were old friends. Seeing them sit down directly, Feng Xue frowned slightly but ignored them.

However, this disregard seemed to embolden the other party. With a bang, the plate in front of Feng Xue bounced upwards. Although it wasn't high, the rise and fall caused the juice to splash up.

"Gentlemen, haven't you gone too far?"

Feng Xue casually grabbed a tissue from the corner of the table and wiped the soup off her hands. The man sneered, his eyes darkening, and said:

"Excessive? You haven't seen anything even more excessive yet!"

As he spoke, a short knife was drawn from its sheath in a bright flash, the Saber Technique clean and swift, yet it came to a steady stop at Feng Xue's throat.

Seeing that Feng Xue remained completely unmoved, the man with the knife seemed unsure whether she possessed extraordinary courage or simply hadn't reacted at all. His tone softened slightly, but he still held the tip of the knife against Feng Xue's Adam's apple and said:

"Who gave you permission to work on my turf?"

"I thought it was something serious..." Feng Xue sighed, not even pushing away the knife in front of her. She picked up a piece of roasted meat with her chopsticks and brought it to her mouth, but that bite never reached where it was meant to go—

"You think you can take my word for it? Our boss is talking to you!"

The slice of meat was slapped away and landed on the face of a diner not far away. The diner was about to retaliate, but seeing what was happening, he immediately shut his mouth.

Feng Xue, who was holding chopsticks, looked down at her hands and sighed.

"Ta-da..."

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly, the tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks in the shop all began to shake. In that instant, almost everyone thought it was an earthquake, but the solid ground beneath their feet told them that it wasn't.

"Snap!"