Chapter 115

After Bai Lang killed this person, he was about to leave, but those few people didn't seem to have any particular desire to keep him—if the price was his life, it might not be too high. At that moment, with a loud boom, several men and women appeared; judging by their clothing and especially the markings on them, they were likely from the Changle Gang's main hall.

These few were all coming and going; the leading young man glanced at Bai Lang, saw his bloodstains all over, and his eyes showed appreciation: 'You're not bad—indeed a loyal fighter for the gang, you'll surely have a future!'

Bai Lang only wanted to say, 'You think I work in the rain because of love or duty? I just want to answer this: it's because I'm poor! Damn your mother! Likewise, why am I fighting to the death here? Is it loyalty to the society? No! It's just my personal sense of righteousness!'

However, at this moment he didn't want to invite trouble; the problem is that his sense of righteousness might end up trapping him—those few Changle Gang people who arrived seem to have an aura and vigor possibly above those Jiangmen experts, so Bai Lang might not be able to escape the Changle Gang, and worse, after the matter ends he could be transferred to the headquarters or something......

After all, the person he originally intended to rely on was merely a disciple of the Huahua Sword-Washing Sect, Murong Ronghua; if it were the sect leader instead, he could hold high and command over the Changle Gang, but a mere disciple Murong Ronghua? The Changle Gang's headquarters has many ways to wriggle out.

While Bai Lang retreated, the few Jiangmen disciples also quickly broke off combat, focusing entirely on those Changle Gang experts. 'It's time to leave—no matter what trouble comes later, we'll leave first and talk later; I have a bad feeling about this.' Bai Lang took a breath, clasped his fists toward those above, and directly tried to slip away.

That young man seemed unwilling to let Bai Lang just walk away, but as soon as he opened his mouth he was cut off by a cold snort. Bai Lang also felt a heaven‑covering, fierce sword qi pressing down, causing his Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill internal force to uncontrollably manifest the phantom of a bronze bell. The phantom had just appeared when it shattered into pieces, and Bai Lang let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

His meridians had already been pierced by the sword qi; the sword qi that had originally invaded his body had been suppressed by him, even expelled more than half, but as soon as that fierce sword qi appeared, the residual sword qi instantly became lively and began to absorb his true qi, growing explosively. 'This is......' Bai Lang was also astonished—this ability to control another's sword qi makes this martial art simply inconceivable.

On the roof of the branch hall, a figure appeared at that moment. Bai Lang looked up from below and could not tell the person's age; he looked middle‑aged, yet his vibrant spirit made him seem like a youth. The person wore gray clothes that looked exceptionally clean, spotless—as if not a speck of dust clung to a sword.

Bai Lang didn't want to know who this was, nor did he want to stay another second; he immediately prepared to flee at top speed. But it was truly difficult—once he moved, a sword intent appeared in the sky, and the sword qi that had been suppressed but not yet dispelled suddenly rioted, erupting from inside out.

Bai Lang's meridians were instantly pierced this way by the sword qi; if not for the Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill protecting his body, which forcibly drove this sword qi out from his shoulder—doing so even blasted open the flesh there, making Bai Lang shudder with pain. Otherwise, he would have been in terrible shape.

Bai Lang's whole body ached, as if the Golden Bell Shield's power could not block it at all; at that moment the Yu Yu on his chest leapt up, flicked its tail, and vanished together with Bai Lang......

Of course, to others it looked as if Bai Lang had been reduced to nothing but bones by a single strike from an Innate Expert...... even the expert himself thought so, and he was now smiling at those few Changle Gang members. 'Deputy Sect Leader of the Jiangmen...... One Water Separates the Sky...... Dugu Feng......' the leading Changle Gang expert said through gritted teeth.

Bai Lang's whole body ached, but when he opened his eyes he found himself floundering in the water. The Yu Yu simply remained hanging from his neck, this time without even pretending to slip off his foot. Bai Lang glanced at himself—sure enough he was wearing only a pair of swimming trunks. 'Pah pah pah!' A bitter‑salty taste filled his mouth; he must have been swimming in the sea.

Before him was a yacht, on which women in bikinis and men in swim trunks were happily drinking and carousing. Bai Lang treaded water, still baffled. 'How did I end up here this time? What's my identity? I feel this Yu Yu beats any ghost‑headed adventure palace hands down.' Indeed the voice was audible only to him: 'Ten years of charging!'

'Could I be a castaway?' However, Bai Lang saw the shore right where water meets sky; being stranded there? Surely a joke. Indeed, the people from the yacht ran over and laughed loudly at Bai Lang: 'Bai Lang, Bai Shaobao, why don't you hurry up and come aboard for some fun? What's there to enjoy staying in the water?'

'Bai Shaobao?' Bai Lang found this even more puzzling—how could this not be the Ming Dynasty? The yacht clearly looked like a modern vessel, so why call him Bai Shaobao? Nevertheless, this didn't prevent Bai Lang from using the ladder to disembark; he nodded, grabbed the ladder at the boat's side, and climbed onto the yacht. As for his own identity, this guy still had big doubts.

All that could be certain was that he was still called Bai Lang, and the people on the yacht presumably knew him, which meant he had a legal identity and possibly considerable wealth? However, he knew nothing about this; fortunately the yacht had a computer, and even at this distance there was a mobile signal! 'Telecom is awesome!' Bai Lang could only say that.

All that can be confirmed now is that he is still called Bai Lang, and the people on this yacht should know him, which indicates he has a legitimate identity and may be quite wealthy; however, he knows nothing about this, but fortunately there is a computer on the yacht, and even at this distance there is still a mobile signal! "Telecom is awesome!" Bai Lang could only say that.

No way; providing telecommunications signals within territorial waters, airspace, and land is the political responsibility of telecommunications. So computers can go online while moving, and Bai Lang's first search was his own name. "Bai Lang, courtesy name Yuzhu, Junior Protector of the Heir Apparent of the Ming Dynasty's Chongzhen era, a famous general, who earned military merit in suppressing peasant uprisings and quelling border rebellions..."

Bai Lang managed to figure it out; it turns out this world is actually a continuation of his Ming Dynasty. "But I don't know how the Internal Force of the fourth level of my Golden Bell Shield will..." Bai Lang discovered that he couldn't emit it outward; it wasn't that he couldn't form protective gang qi, but the loss was unexpectedly severe—just the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, and the Internal Force of the Golden Bell Shield had already been exhausted.

Bai Lang shook his head and continued reading his own biography, "Baidu Baike..."