Chapter 203

Is rebellion interesting? Honestly, it's not interesting, but Bai Lang originally just used driving out the barbarians and restoring China to satisfy the tiger-like killing intent in his heart. Besides, he really doesn't like the wild boar hide; killing some wild boar hide isn't bad. When Bai Lang left the north and south of Tian Shan, the Red Flower Society was still nowhere to be seen, He deployed the Lightness Skill of Wanli Dixing to prepare for a long journey, however Huo Qing Tong couldn't bear it....

Even if she is considered an 'innate' master of this world, she still lacks such enduring strength to support Lightness Skill over hundreds or even thousands of li. In fact, after a hundred li she could no longer hold on—her Internal Force circulation had nothing to sustain it, her legs felt as if filled with lead and turned to cotton, her whole body went limp and slumped into Bai Lang's embrace—before that she had been gritting her teeth to persevere; Bai Lang's martial prowess was such that just by listening with his ears he knew this woman couldn't hold out.

For such long-distance rapid travel, a horse cannot endure it—any horse that can cover hundreds of li per day for several days straight is absolutely a monster. When Bai Lang displays the Myriad Li Solo Journey, his Internal Force flows, aided by his feet tapping the ground to communicate with earth qi; with uninterrupted circulation there is not a trace of exhaustion, relying on the lift of earth qi he hardly expends strength, so he can effortlessly travel a thousand li per day, far more effortless and swift than when he previously used Grass Flying.

At that moment Huo Qingtong was drenched in sweat; the natural heat radiating from her body mixed with the sweat produced a rather enticing scent—that was the smell of hormones, which to Bai Lang far surpassed any floral perfume of a princess. So he reached back and scooped up the slave girl, saying, 'Don't strain yourself. It's just carrying one person; for our Lightness Skill it's nothing.' Unfortunately, the vital energy between heaven and earth in this world is relatively thin; otherwise Bai Lang could completely rely on earth qi to leap over ten-plus zhang in a single bound, but now he can only manage two or three zhang.

After just a few days, Bai Lang had already reached Xining in Qinghai; he swaggered into the inn and slammed silver onto the counter, saying, 'Give me one upper room, send two buckets of hot water for bathing, and prepare some drinks.' As for the clerk looking at his hair, Bai Lang didn't care at all—he had no qualms about starting a killing spree before his bath and rest. 'Don't try to escape,' he added, and the silver ingot he lightly pressed into the tabletop.

The proprietor and the shop boy naturally dared not flee; having run the shop for years, they certainly knew what kind of martial arts masters existed—people like this kill without blinking an eye, and even if the authorities later arrested and beheaded them, it would still be a loss—for they themselves would be dead and could not return. So, while reporting to the authorities, they still had to obediently send up the hot water and meals; the dish would be laced with knockout drops—'We're not a black shop, we don't have such stuff...... and how could we possibly hide it from you, honored guest?'

Faced with Bai Lang's offhand question, almost like a joke—'Did you put knockout drops in this meal?'—the waiter was drenched in sweat and stammered that there was none of such stuff. Bai Lang then enjoyed a cheerful mandarin-duck bath, put on a light robe, and ate a hearty meal; under his coercion, Cuiyu Huangshan also had to eat some large pieces of meat—actually Bai Lang had mistaken, for at this time the Hezhu tribe had no taboo against eating large meat; they simply rarely got the chance.

Although not accustomed to it, Cuiyu Huangshan still ate a bit—she preferred dishes like hand-pulled rice with mutton, and had no particular aversion to large meat. 'Hahaha, just having eaten my fill and drunk my fill, soon someone will come to loosen up the muscles and bones; this life is truly wonderful.' Bai Lang sat upright, motionless, yet let out such laughter. As expected, the garrison and constables of Xining city sprang into action, a hundred or so men surrounding the inn. Bows, arrows, firearms—everything was complete, plus shields and spears, all specially prepared to capture this sort of rebellious martial arts master.

Within Xining city there were also officials' retainers maintained by the governor's office—having mastered both literary and martial arts, serving the imperial household was considered the best outlet for martial training; compared to rebel masters, far more ordinary experts actually served the court. Top-tier masters were probably more inclined to rebel...... Without waiting for them to issue a challenge, Bai Lang leapt straight out of the upstairs window. 'Having just finished a bath, taking another would be tiresome; it's simpler just to beat you all to death.'

If Bai Lang were to achieve that, it would seem somewhat taxing—his techniques habitually go all out, causing damage to spill over; against an opponent it's either a pierced skull or a ruptured abdomen, and in the water he makes a mess everywhere, with fragments of corpses scattered all around. To have him exert not a shred of effort, to kill cleanly without even spilling much blood, would go against Bai Lang's nature. That ferocious tiger of his is habitually frenzied slaughter; after taking down the first man, Bai Lang also gave up fiddling with small tricks.

Because he killed the first one with a single, clean palm strike that smashed the squad leader's upper body, the shattered bones, blood, flesh, and viscera, following the force of the palm, sprayed out in a fan shape across the ground; Bai Lang himself was not spared—his robe's lower hem was stained with blood and bone fragments. 'Damn!' he cursed, then faced the governor's office experts, who came out six strong, swords, blades, hidden weapons, fists and palms all closing in on Bai Lang.

'Martial arts still okay!' Bai Lang's hearty laugh rang out; he seized the sword and blade with a claw, twisted them, and in the splitting of the tiger's mouth the swordsman and swordsman immediately dropped their weapons. Then Bai Lang threw a punch, fist against palm, a punch blasted through that palm—not enough—following that direction upward, the force like a siege cone, fierce as splitting bamboo, burst the opponent's arm—indeed, before Bai Lang's fist, the man's arm bones and muscles blossomed outward on all sides, just like a split bamboo.

That punch directly struck the expert, and the whole person was missing a chunk. If one lost a quarter of the body, perhaps someone could survive, but certainly not this one—so he collapsed instantly. Bai Lang turned, leapt up lightly—at that moment Bai Lang felt enlightened, his Internal Force flowing, the power of the Nandu Holy Fist erupting, which triggered the Ultimate Secret of the Wind-Killing Diamond Fist, and his whole body whooshed away into the air.

In the blink of an eye he reappeared a few body-lengths ahead, as if he had pierced through two other experts from a distance. 'I roughly understand what this is, but if I want to add lethal force, I currently have no way.' Thinking this in his mind, Bai Lang's hand shifted— the Golden Bell Cover gave him, when striking, a mighty and domineering motion force, but now it began to become light and agile by three parts—'Good, begin to make the heavy seem light! Alas, only after our family attained the innate stage did this fist, foot, and internal force technique reach this level!'

Bai Lang has always cultivated on his own, without any master to guide him, so he has taken detours and also failed to grasp certain things. If it weren't for his own study and analytical ability being decent, he might have already gone mad from deviation long ago—of course the main key is that perhaps a powerful figure behind him has lent support. In any case, Bai Lang absolutely does not believe that the Golden Bell Cover he initially obtained, which enables cultivation, is merely a fluke......

Precisely because of this, once Bai Lang makes a breakthrough in this regard, his foundation and comprehension are still quite solid. His now slightly nimble technique sweeps past the two Eagle Claw Suns who have abandoned blade and sword, and they seem as if struck by a multi-bladed broadsword and axe, miserably being split into several fragments......