Chapter 305

It's a pity that can only be said, unless it's Wang Shichong, Bai Lang himself has no ability to copy the Jingnian Zen Monastery—if the name is not proper, words won't flow; he knows there is a Heirloom Jade Seal in the monastery, he just hasn't decided whether to tell Wang Shichong to seize it under the pretext of spreading heretical rumors and gathering rebels. The key is whether Wang Shichong has that kind of guts... and the Heirloom Jade Seal, the book says it has some miraculous effect.

Bai Lang also doesn't really want this thing to fall into Wang Shichong's hands; if it fell into that guy's hands, he would surely have Yang Tong 'abdicate' immediately. Then Bai Lang would be in trouble again—killing Wang Shichong would gain him nothing but a floor full of blood. If the Heirloom Jade Seal in his hand became known, that would be trouble too—though it might also draw those people to attack him and seize the seal.

Bai Lang isn't sure whether the jade seal will work for him; he vaguely recalls it being a bit sinister, especially for experts. Looking at Li Shimin and Li Shuning, he said, 'The Li clan indeed has guts; this bunch of nuns with abnormal brains dare to say anything about selecting a bright lord for the world, and you Li clan together with this foolish boy actually step forward to admit—clearly the heart of disloyalty is undoubted.'

Bai Lang pointed at Li Shimin, 'I remember you're the second son, right? The Li clan's heir isn't you. You now call yourself a bright lord—are you preparing to kill your elder brother and younger brother for fun? Then, as a bonus, force your own father to abdicate quickly and take the throne yourself? Being a bright lord, that's trivial.' As for what Li Er is like, Bai Lang, who came from later times, knows all too well: a generation of enlightened ruler ranks among the top five wise emperors in Chinese history, but his private morals... let alone killing brothers and forcing his father, the so-called Emperor Yang of Sui's lust for flowers and beauty is largely Li Shimin's own portrayal.

The Li family has always been like that—his father Li Yuan was lustful, and his descendant Li Longji was likewise a lecher; truly a family tradition.

As soon as those words were spoken, Li Shimin's expression changed—whether he truly hadn't expected it or feigned ignorance, Bai Lang couldn't be bothered. 'For the peace of your Li household, just stay put. As for you, this heretical-spewing hair‑clad little nun, I, Bai Lang, White Jade Pillar, will certainly arrest you and deliver you to the officials; I will utterly excavate that heretical convent! Each of you will be sentenced to the Imperial Music Bureau!' According to law, those who do not raise troops or rebel should be exiled or punished, but if the Heirloom Jade Seal is searched out... then it will definitely be extermination of the three clans.

Even monastics have no clan, but killing a temple's thief monk is certain. So when Bai Lang spoke, Master Shifuxuan immediately regarded him as a formidable foe—she need not defeat him, but she must escape; falling into Bai Lang's hands would be serious trouble. Actually these nuns are very bold; even before Emperor Yang Guang died, they were already beating drums and gongs, proclaiming they would select a bright lord for the world, treating the great Sui emperor as already dead—but Yang Guang's spirit had indeed been broken, and he showed no special reaction.

Damn it, isn't this considered 'exhausted fate'?! Even those without rebellious intent will likely develop it—take Li Yuan for example. Since Bai Lang has come to this point, it's not just Shifuxuan; even Li Shimin's entourage looks ready to act—they likewise cannot be left in Luoyang. Wang Shichong is another matter; right now he struts through Luoyang, obviously aware but he won't do anything, whereas Bai Lang has clearly stated he will make things difficult for them.

When Li Yuan raises troops, things will become troublesome; if Li Yuan doesn't raise troops? Don't joke—by now it's come to this, he can't stay idle. In short, falling into Bai Lang's hands is a dilemma, a deadlock. So they all moved; besieging him is normal—they face a renowned fierce general, though it sounds unbelievable, this man truly breaks through a thousand armies on a single horse, slays generals, cuts down banners; before them he is the contemporary hegemon.

The White Tiger Star Lord descended upon the world—originally just a nickname, but now it seems he may truly answer the Mandate of Heaven. At this moment Bai Lang's true qi flows, murderous aura rolls forth; to the eyes he appears as a sturdy man moving his fingers, but in the mind's lake is reflected a huge tiger standing upright, swaying its body. Hong Fu woman couldn't hold back—if she continued she'd lose the courage to act, so she lashed out with her whip, and simultaneously the short sword in her other hand shot forth like a meteor, stabbing through the rain of lashes formed by the whip.

Bai Lang hadn't intended to cause a commotion; he simply reached out and seized the whip's lash entirely—though it was just the whip's tip. With a casual turn, amid the grating sound he likewise grabbed the short sword; a quick pull and the blade's edge was instantly worn down, the short sword itself bent. 'Horizontal training...' Hong Fu woman's voice was almost desperate, and at that moment the others' attacks unfolded one after another.

They knew Bai Lang, this fierce general, cultivated horizontal training martial arts, originally best suited for battlefield use; what they had hoped was merely that Bai Lang might be somewhat rough in the martial arts of the world's contenders, giving them a chance to escape—but now it looks troublesome. The strength of horizontal training exceeded their expectations, and Bai Lang's eyesight and martial prowess are rare; Hong Fu woman cannot be called weak, yet the result was that her very first move with her weapon was ruined.

Indeed, the whip snapped inch by inch, shattered outright by Bai Lang's Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist. It was a soft whip; to produce such force, Bai Lang's Internal Force is no small matter. As for the other attacks from the Li clan, Bai Lang merely extended a palm and swept them aside—the gust scattered those attacks. His palm was like a great shield; a sweep and they could not be broken through.

He paid more attention to Shifuxuan's Form-Emptiness Sword—a treasure, and the Sword Heart Penetrating Light cultivated from the Cihang Quiet Abbey's sword canon, which is whispered about mysteriously; Bai Lang naturally needed to focus on this. His so-called qi mechanism is simply the same 'War God's Hang' as before—once able to sense an opponent's direction and force without seeing or hearing, divine and clear, and naturally produce corresponding changes in his own parry and counterattack.

Even after entering the innate stage, it's used the same way; Shifuxuan's sword appears ordinary, yet a single thrust is aimed at the exact point where Bai Lang's true qi circulates and happens to be weak. That is the protective aura of the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield, which is not perfectly uniform—even a cast bronze bell has dead spots, let alone a protective aura formed by flowing true qi. Only an ordinary person absolutely lacks the ability to see through this point.

And the Sword Heart Penetrating Light of the sword canon seems to have let this little nun see that point—'But what use is it?' A thrust pierces the aura effortlessly, yet when it strikes Bai Lang's body it feels like stabbing old ox hide—beneath that hide is steel, as it were.