Chapter 213: Burst

Can a woman be brought into the main world? Probably it can be done. However, Bai Lang feels that for those who are 'different' from him to go to that world would likely not be a good thing. Now this female slave is already an Innate Expert in this world; let her throw her weight around here—if it weren't for encountering several dozen well-trained troops, nothing would have happened.

Bai Lang has already given what should be paid and given; otherwise, relying solely on Huo Qingtong's own abilities, she probably couldn't become an Innate Expert even to her death. Moreover, the Innate Expertise aided by Bai Lang's breakthrough carries a trace of the power from his world, so it differs from the Innate Expertise achieved here on its own—being good at preserving appearance and living a hundred years is merely the most basic.

"In the future, when your cultivation deepens, you might yet break through to the origin and join the ranks of immortals," Bai Lang casually lied. The woman before him had no fighting spirit at all; instead, she carried a rather miserable aura. Bai Lang owe someone? Don't be ridiculous—how could he be in debt? His actions are those of a heroic rogue.

In short, the Yu Yu on this person's body leapt out and flung open an olive-shaped gate of light. Bai Lang walked in; behind him, the green-feather yellow-robed figure stared wide-eyed and also rushed over, but could only reach in with one hand. "Whoa, your power isn't enough. You've already surpassed everyone else in this world—keep training your martial arts. One day you'll be able to enter fully."

Bai Lang vanished from this world; merely a step away, he had already returned to his original world, feeling the surging heaven-and-earth qi: "Truly a good place for cultivation." Then Bai Lang ought to quickly adjust his mood—because he's about to lose again to the big shot's dog.

Such high-low adjustments also help temper a martial heart, though most people subjected to this might become mad or die early. Bai Lang stroked the Yu Yu, whose jade quality was noticeably better, and said, "It seems killing certain 'big shots' really can charge this thing. This thing probably isn't just absorbing something like 'distortion points' to recharge, is it?" This is an affirmative statement, not a question.

Bai Lang feels his view of the Yu Yu is definitely correct; otherwise, it's hard to explain why this time he stayed less than half a moment. Killing Qianlong is probably like that, and if he could also kill the Chief Altar Master, he'd probably be able to return right away.

Here at the Mountain God Temple, the heaven-and-earth qi violently trembled; as soon as Bai Lang emerged this time, his martial arts went berserk immediately. Who let this guy, upon crossing into the world, gain some insights? And slaughtering those important figures has fed the tiger in his heart, making it overly strong. The original world's heaven-and-earth qi and rules fundamentally don't support Bai Lang's breakthrough; he knows that upon returning he will surely explode—he just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Bai Lang immediately ran to the valley below the Mountain God Temple—this is easy, just jump down. In the valley he began throwing punches; his cultivated martial art emphasizes external movement. Whether it's the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield, the Southern Dipper Holy Fist, or the Arhat Benevolent King Fist, they all work from outside to inside, so naturally one uses external fists and feet to regulate the inner true qi.

This time, as soon as Bai Lang made a move, a rotating storm circle appeared in the sky above the Mountain God Temple, its range covering the entire mountaintop. The power of Bai Lang's wind-controlling White Tiger and the Arhat Benevolent King Fist ought to be that large anyway; the range hasn't seen a huge leap, but the strength within has increased by a whole level.

The violent turbulence swept up the grass, wood, and stones on the mountain, and a large amount of clouds were drawn into the sky, causing this stretch of heaven and earth to instantly darken. The rotating airflow lowered the temperature at the center, which made the rotation more forceful, drawing in ever more air.

The storm circle didn't expand much, but the wind speed kept increasing. Bai Lang's White Tiger phantom fully solidified; this White Tiger, several zhang long and one zhang high, facing the wind, let out a terrifying roar, and the sharp wind blades couldn't harm this White Tiger at all—instead, they moved in tandem with its roar.

The Golden Bell Shield could hardly restrain the White Tiger anymore; the White Tiger's western metallic qi naturally harmonized with the Southern Dipper Holy Fist. Although the Golden Bell Shield is also metal-element, this heavy defensive and reflective divine art has begun to be 'broken open'. Bai Lang's body also manifested an almost tangible great bell, as innate divine art ought to.

However, the great bell was covered everywhere with rust and mottled cracks, and the White Tiger's phantom kept striking it with its claws, the bell's sound hoarse and breaking. Bai Lang's punches and kicks were forceful; the wind kicked up by his strikes on the ground scraped off a layer, and Bai Lang himself had 'mini explosions' all over his body.

This is the conflict that occurs when the true qi constantly goes awry and is then forcibly corrected back by him; the flesh and skin don't explode, but when the meridians rupture the skin trembles, producing this bursting sound. If it weren't innate true qi, this would be called meridians snapping and deviation into demonic deviation, leading to death, but if it isn't innate true qi, even deviation into demonic deviation wouldn't be so powerful.

Regardless, blowing up here and recovering there, Bai Lang knows the real danger has just begun—right now the meridians are blowing up everywhere, and soon the flesh and bones will be blowing up everywhere. His martial art, cultivated from outside to inside into a single divine skill, will not, upon deviation into demonic deviation, merely injure the meridians cheaply.

This damage will likewise erupt from inside to out; since the first round is the meridians, the next should be a chain reaction moving the muscles and bones. How it was trained in then is how it explodes out now. In that case, it all relies on a single breath; see if Bai Lang himself can discern a path from this, to fully integrate his cultivated martial art, with emission and reception governed by the heart.

Otherwise, he might not necessarily die, but injury is certain; if his martial art makes no progress, sooner or later he'll be done in by something. Practicing martial arts either means hiding away to train secretly, but reaching Innate without anyone knowing is impossible—celestial phenomena will still change, at least when achieving Innate there will be some change, and when losing control there will definitely be change... so at this point, you can't hide.

Washing hands in a golden basin is even less likely; if he doesn't enter Innate, at most he could wash his hands in a golden basin as a jianghu gangster—no problem; but after becoming Innate, washing hands? That would be wasted effort. Moreover, Bai Lang is still connected to the Commander of the Guards' Residence of the Great Yan state; he just killed an Innate Expert, and this involves many forces—he probably can't just withdraw.

Bai Lang himself doesn't want to leave either; he still has many things to do, some people to kill, and more importantly his curiosity—he truly wants to see what cultivating martial arts into gods, demons, immortals, and buddhas would be like. So this person also grits his teeth and throws punches; with a stir of heart and mind, he directly treats himself as the opponent. "I don't believe that with the War God plug and listening to BGM I can't beat myself!"