Chapter 330

A martial artist ought to have philosophical thought; of course it's not two baseball bats striking each other, but rather a person's three views, especially worldview—how he explains this objective world, what kind of worldview he adheres to. This involves what level a martial artist can reach at most and how he controls the vital energy of heaven and earth.

Surely one must mobilize the vital energy of heaven and earth, right? Rely on one's own internal true qi? That tiny amount compared to the vital energy between heaven and earth isn't even a grain of sand in the vast sea. So is it about absorbing heaven and earth's vital energy for one's own use or mobilizing the vital energy between heaven and earth? That's two different worldviews.

So does Bai Lang have philosophical thought? If you ask him, his answer is just 'Go die!' Then he throws a punch, its power peerless, instantly turning the opponent into mincemeat. However, Shi Zhixuan is a cultured gentleman, a grandmaster of his generation; he self-created and self-realized the peerless divine skill, the Undying Seal Method, unifying opposing conceptual martial arts.

Of course he's also a lunatic, a schizophrenic—relying on the Buddhist Sect's unreliable scripture to unify the two things. When facing Bai Lang's Caesar Wave—of course Bai Lang calls it the White Tiger Wave—this hemispherical big light wave, his so-called philosophical thoughts, personal three views, are completely useless.

Life and death transformation? How could that be shifted? Within that light wave there are already several utterly different kinds of qi; to transform them upon contact? If one could do that, Shi Zhixuan, who faces heavenly might, would already have shattered the void. Since he hasn't shattered the void, he is merely a grandmaster, and as a grandmaster he can only hard-block Bai Lang's strike.

Given the vastness of the world, all grandmasters facing Bai Lang's White Tiger Wave can only hard-block it; don't even dream of dodging. Shi Zhixuan, while exerting the Undying Seal Method to the fullest, even feels he has gained a new train of thought in the Undying Seal Method, and also feels that the subtlety and ingenuity of his martial arts execution is a step further beyond the top of a hundred-foot pole.

The Undying Seal Method has reached its peak; at the same time the Phantom Demon Body Technique is exerted fully. This is no longer just the Undying Seal Method and the Phantom Demon Body Technique, but the integrated Undying Seven Phantoms, at which point Shi Zhixuan breaks through. He drifts backward, using the wave's force, while striving to dismantle, transform, and even turn force against force.

"No use! This is hard resistance, hard consumption—otherwise what could be called a Caesar Wave?" Bai Lang clenched his fist, then opened it, making an explosive gesture. Sure enough, less than a breath after contact, the Caesar Wave's force erupted. This force had no trace of restraint; its arrogance and violence cared nothing for extra damage.

The Caesar Wave exploded, and Shi Zhixuan was blown far away—Bai Lang knew this person could run, his Phantom Demon Body Technique breaking through in battle, ultimately shedding much of the force. However, seeing Shi Zhixuan fly out, he was quite embarrassed, his clothes torn, spring light leaking out—not to mention, his whole body was completely out of control in flight. "This old geezer is bound to take a nasty fall," Bai Lang muttered.

He himself could still move, but his movements were rather stiff; Bai Lang took a deep breath, his joints cracking all over, and his movements returned to normal. Meanwhile, Shi Zhixuan, after flying at least fifty or sixty meters, fell down; no sound of impact was heard, but this old geezer probably didn't die.

"Martial arts can still be used, just breaking a few bones..." As Bai Lang expected, the people present didn't spot Shi Zhixuan's whereabouts again; this demon king still fled. Bai Lang looked at the front half of the hall completely blown to smithereens, still casually poured a cup of wine and drank. "Sorry for wrecking your house."

Shang Xiu Xuan directly hung onto him, and casually shoved Shang Xiu Fang, who had been hung up first, to the side—Bai Lang, though tall and broad-shouldered, couldn't hold two girls in his arms. Bai Lang raised his arms outward, just holding them like that, not lowering them, "What on earth is going on?" Bai Lang felt a bit unsure.

He thought he hadn't been flirting with girls, so how did this happen? Even though the Sui dynasty's customs, influenced by the nomadic Hu of the Northern Dynasties, were quite open, having two pretty girls hanging on you is already quite extravagant; basically it's about confirming a relationship—even married couples don't make such extravagant gestures in public.

"Looks like I'm really handsomely beyond words, such a heroic and magnanimous visage!" Bai Lang thought, but his hands never lowered to embrace the girls. These two women were expressing concern for his earlier battle, yet after defeating Shi Zhixuan and gaining fame under heaven, they were congratulating Bai Lang on something.

Of course there were other people present, but they acted as if they hadn't seen the two women's actions, merely standing aside praising Bai Lang's martial prowess, Bai Lang having achieved grandmaster status—this was their unanimous view. Bai Lang stepping on Shi Zhixuan to achieve fame counts as bad luck for the demon king.

His current problem is these two girls who automatically showed up at his door: "Should we just get married? Without the three betrothal gifts and six rites, it can only be called elopement—you'd be drowned in a pig cage." Bai Lang felt a bit troubled; given his current status as Right Martial Guard General of the Sui, the wife he takes must have an imperial edict.

But in this chaotic age, who cares about that? Bai Lang began covering his face with both hands; his originally heroic visage changed instantly as he wiped his hand down—just like the eunuch Hai Gonggong Dafu in person. At this point "Bai Shaozu" had become the lecherous face of "Lei Daguangren," "Two young ladies, what are you..." This person even raised his eyebrows, making an "uhn" sound from his mouth.

One girl, alluring and myriad, lightly slapped him with a pat; the other just blushed. Bai Lang pinched his own face; the lecherous look of Lei Daguangren was ultimately unfamiliar, and he instantly reverted to the heroic bearing of Bai Shaozu, laughing loudly, "Shopkeeper Shang, Elder Shang, I am Bai Lang, I'm ten... no, twenty... twenty-something? Forget it, this doesn't matter, let's just say I'm twenty-four. As Right Martial Guard General of the Sui, the two unmarried ladies, would you consider me?"

That was spoken neither refined nor vulgar; he casually pulled over Wei Zhenzhen, who had been smiling at the side, "It wouldn't be fair to favor one over the other—why not all together?"

"Jianghu youths don't fuss over trivialities"—yeah right. Bai Lang really wants to do this; just Shang Xiu Xuan's willingness alone won't suffice; he'll definitely have to consider the situation of some sycophantic old man, and besides, they're still at war, so no matter what they must first defeat Zhu Zan before talking about this.

On the contrary, Shang Xiu Fang couldn't care less about this; this woman probably believes that a good man must be seized at once—so she sneaked into Bai Lang's room that very night......

On the contrary, Shang Xiufang didn't care about this at all; this woman probably believes in the principle that a good man must be grabbed immediately—so she sneaked into Bai Lang's room that very night......