Chapter 181

The formless, substanceless breeze, penetrating every opening and directionless, swept up all structures within a thirty-zhang radius; in an instant it turned into a violent gale filled with countless sharp metal energy, and in the blink of an eye it directly tore those houses and the people inside to shreds. Bai Lang swung his arms, his innate Internal Force erupting along the Wind-Killing Diamond Fist's path, stirring up this gale, and then he was struck by lightning.

Lightning twisted like a dragon in the sky, stretching for dozens of li, and the dragon's claw reached down, aiming at Bai Lang. Just one thunderbolt, and the raging wind around Bai Lang vanished without a trace, the whole person was flung away directly. "Huh? Struck by heaven? Now I can't even provoke heavenly phenomena." Bai Lang spat a mouthful of blood, climbed up from the ground. This thunderbolt injured his meridians a bit, but that's all.

"Sure enough... the Innate phenomena are gone, the ability to mass-mortally strike ordinary people is now strictly limited. There really is bias in heaven and earth, no wonder the world brought by Yu Yu isn't so simple." Bai Lang sighed, leaving the Junying that had become like hell; only then did someone come running from other parts, shouting loudly. This is indeed strange, a sudden Tornado killed over a hundred people; even the provincial governor would find it troublesome.

The key is how to put it—saying that under your Qianlong Emperor's rule, a strange wind suddenly killed several hundred soldiers—is it because your virtue is lacking? Or should we all just cover this up? Anyway, the dead are just lowly troops.

Do heaven and earth have consciousness? Seems not, but hard to say. Bai Lang dares not be sure whether this world is of the type like Notes from the Thatched Hut—after all, the author of this is a corrupt writer from the Qianlong era. So-called scholarly scoundrel probably refers to him; Bai Lang also knows that his pretense of compiling books is actually destroying them. If it were such a world, he should be allowed to use his Innate divine power to influence heavenly phenomena, but now Bai Lang is still uncertain.

"Never mind, it doesn't affect my combat much. Let the damned heaven do as it pleases—if it can protect the Tartar court, then damn heaven... pah!" Bai Lang snorted, but he wasn't really dissatisfied—after all, it just reduces his killing efficiency a bit; he'll have to do it himself. "Besides, once Bai Shaoprotector is back online, I'll go find weapons!" The Southern Dipper Holy Fist is no different from spears and halberds, but ultimately it's still just a simple weapon.

Bai Lang tried it out; the state of his energy leaving the body was similar to last time with Yu Yu, fading very quickly—even Innate Internal Force is like that. Innate Internal Force has just one advantage: within a certain range it hardly fades, but once you go out it vanishes instantly. "That range is... about seven chi." Bai Lang laughed, "A seven-chi Innate Expert." Of course the vacuum blades from his arms, wrists, and palms still exist, but limiting the Tornado to within seven chi is somewhat dissatisfying.

A Tornado as thick as a person has a diameter of over one chi; at a distance of seven chi, is it really like playing Street Fighter KOF? Bai Lang has some idea of what his Luohan Renwang Fist looks like now—could it just be a TV-fist? But he looks more fierce than that—he absolutely won't wear a monk's robe; if he wears anything, it'll be a general's robe. Now he has both the TV-fist and the vacuum wave, which is that Eight Maiden's ultimate move... does he really need to learn it? Evolve it from the Southern Dipper Holy Fist?

"Maybe the Dragon-Tiger Chaotic Dance is fine; at least I have tiger-claw skills. Bai Lang killed several hundred people tonight, his mood isn't bad, only lacking a bit in satisfaction with flesh and blood. In other words, he hasn't slaughtered enough up close to see blood spray; now it seems the damned heaven has forbidden him from using his Innate "domain" to kill people, which might also satisfy the beast within him."

Bai Lang leapt over the city wall and this time casually picked a household that looked wealthy, entered, knocked everyone inside unconscious, and went to sleep. He held back—at most they'd just feel dizzy for a night. He wouldn't kill such people. When he wants to kill, he naturally targets Qing officials—like the Shaanxi provincial governor. This post is mainly for Manchus, and the current Shaanxi provincial governor is the Manchu minister Zhong Yin.

Bai Lang decided that after waking up he would go kill him—after all, wearing the Qing uniform and not rebelling, just a chrysanthemum set with an electric drill. Rebelling is too troublesome for Bai Lang; killing officials is more satisfying. Anyway, most anti-Qing sects and societies basically follow this route: assassinate Manchu ministers to win over Han officials—this was what the "revolutionaries" kept doing until the end of the Qing. Bai Lang treats Manchus and Han equally; anyway, if one becomes a Tartar official, they might as well die together.

The next day, after Bai Lang finished eating at the breakfast stall, he prepared to go kill people in Xi'an. He doesn't even know who the old man surnamed Lu is, nor did he think much about it. In his view, the martial arts of this world are just like that; that Old Master Lu should be a master, so Bai Lang thinks he should be invincible. "It's like ice and fire, two layers. In the original world, climbing up now is fine. Back when Bai Shaoprotector was mighty, correspondingly when he was a little shrimp in the jianghu, the contrast was huge—I'm not crazy, just truly awesome."

This is just a matter of mindset; keep a healthy mindset. Bai Lang also happens to want to train his own Lightness Skill; Myriad Li Solo Journey is perfect for traveling. The distance to Xi'an is roughly over two hundred li; Bai Lang thinks that if he uses Myriad Li Solo Journey driven by Innate Internal Force, he could get there in about half a day—though the key is he hasn't tried it yet, so it's only an estimate.

In fact, it's even better than he thought; once Myriad Li Solo Journey is deployed, Bai Lang basically feels himself turning into rolling smoke and dust, racing along the road—this isn't a clumsy running motion, but a toe-touch that lets him glide forward, with his true qi naturally circulating outside the body to form some intangible shape that lifts him, enabling him to glide ahead. Long-distance running is like this, differing from his previous short-range use.

This Lightness Skill, when used for long-distance running, doesn't gain much height—it basically skims the ground, so it's not graceful or elegant. But the speed is truly fast; on long distances it's much faster than Grass Flying. Bai Lang took a straight line, not the official road, and in less than an hour he could already see Xi'an's walls; along the way villagers even saw him and knelt, kowtowing, thinking he was a divine spirit.

Bai Lang stopped, brushed off the dust from his body, and walked toward the city gate. The soldiers wanted to collect entry fees; Bai Lang had no interest in laying hands on such people, so after tossing a few large coins he entered the city and immediately began seeking out the provincial governor's office. Inside Xi'an there is a Manchu city, and the governor's office is naturally near it—"Should we hang a flag of anti-Qing restoration?" Bai Lang also wondered, "Or should we shout anti-Qing restoration when we strike?"