Chapter 587: The Female Demon Leaders

After Bai Lang's self‑praise was over, Liu Yali also giggled. At this moment the car had arrived at the spot, the only place where you could park, and then we still had to walk a considerable distance to reach the National Museum—this is what the imperial capital's urban planning and management is like, probably one of the worst in the country.

Who made the masters here such masters, and there are too many old women up there... After Liu Yali parked, Bai Lang glanced at the distant National Museum, "Evil deeds overflow in the outskirts of the Capital (Jingcheng)… hahaha." Bai Lang unbuckled his seatbelt, "Thank you, Miss Liu, then please stay. I'm leaving now. This is your address, right?" He waved a paper with a lipstick mark in his hand, folded it casually and slipped it into his pocket.

"Wait a moment, I think you need a companion guide. It's fine, I don't need to go to work." Liu Yali quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and, at a startling speed, got out of the car and ran to Bai Lang's side. Bai Lang smiled, "Alright, since Miss Liu says so…", "Just call me Yali then."

"Miss Liu, since you have time, please join me to tour the National Museum." Bai Lang offered, then led the woman out of the parking lot. As they walked along the road, Liu Yali started about twenty centimeters apart, but gradually drew closer, and finally wrapped her arm around Bai Lang, appearing ready to press herself against him.

Bai Lang didn't shake off the woman's hand; if she wanted to hold, he let her. In any case, with his martial skill, a slight muscle twitch and a flow of breath could instantly disrupt Liu Yali's attempt to press against him, preventing her from succeeding no matter how she tried. This is the subtle art of destabilizing balance and rhythm, a top‑tier martial technique in today's world.

As they walked, the woman only kept giggling, while Bai Lang felt rather smug. "I never thought anyone in the modern age could appreciate my handsome looks. Indeed, I was born with a good face," he said, patting his own beard with a hint of self‑satisfaction.

Along the way, many people—mostly women, though some men as well—had their eyes lit up at him, even pulling out smartphones to take photos. The men's admiring gazes were especially appreciative of Bai Lang's heroic, masculine bearing. Yet some men's looks were oddly strange; Bai Lang thought he could tell the effeminate men just by that.

Not all effeminate men are sissies... Liu Yali not only giggled, but also, like a protective lioness, clutched Bai Lang's arm to assert her "sovereignty." Bai Lang chuckled inwardly; the woman's self‑confidence was impressive—"Come to think of it, everything's fast‑paced these days; love and being loved happen so quickly, you can go from romance to breakup in a single glance..."

He didn't mind letting the woman linger in her reverie for a while; after all, she had the advantage of arriving first. As they reached the National Museum and began queuing for security check, Bai Lang noticed a crowd of men and women trailing behind, mostly women, while Liu Yali glared fiercely at the people behind her.

"She's probably already thinking what to name her second child..." Bai Lang sighed inwardly, sighing at his own unexpected charm—thinking of his thief‑matched strategist master gave him even more confidence. Zhou Shubi, that guy with a lion‑nose wide mouth, was a top‑notch villainous face, the kind that could silence a crying child at night. In contrast, that bald thief Da Dian looked like a fine monk, clean‑shaven yet handsome.

Bai Lang naturally didn't have an ID card, but as an inner‑scene master he didn't practice spells; he did possess a slight talent for influencing minds, albeit only a little. It's useless against opponents who have cultivated true Qi, yet this world still hasn't produced a second person capable of refining true Qi.

Thus Bai Lang easily faked the registration and entered the National Museum with Liu Yali. This person came here because she knew that artifacts excavated from his "tomb" had not yet been returned to the Luoyang side, and Luoyang had permanently lost its coffin and long spear. Bai Lang's primary purpose was to re‑inter the bodies of his two wives and then bury them elsewhere.

He couldn't recall any place the two women had liked while he was still alive, but burying them at their original site seemed most appropriate. Bai Lang entered Capital (Jingcheng) (Capital (Jingcheng) (Jingcheng)) because he sensed the two corpses, and as for his weapon and coffin? Those things were irrelevant.

Bai Lang strolled through the exhibition hall, amusedly watching Liu Yali laboriously explain the artifacts—searching countless times on Baidu. At that moment, several women, appearing in their twenties to thirties, prowled like tigers and walked up to start narrating the provenance of the artifacts, interweaving differences they had found via Baidu. The museum's female staff seemed intimidated by these women's presence and didn't dare approach.

Bai Lang found himself surrounded by women, both amused and exasperated; in the museum the women couldn't shout, so each displayed their "talent" like peacocks, belittling others. Bai Lang sighed, looked at the Qin‑Han artifacts before him, and began correcting the women's verbal errors.

For a moment the women felt a bit disgruntled, then quickly switched to saying, "Sir big brother, you're truly impressive, you know so much..."—essentially that meaning, though not in such blunt phrasing. Every woman who dared to step up was quite outstanding—at least confident enough.

They were all brave and proactive women, now introducing themselves and hoping Bai Lang would introduce himself as well. "Impressive..." Bai Lang thought, having lived nearly a hundred years, a master of inner‑scene, yet he truly had never encountered such forward women.

"Come to think of it, before I forcibly took a commoner's daughter I didn't have much luck with women… otherwise why didn't any woman notice me in the Adventure Hall?" Now he is fully mature and exceptionally charismatic, yet he has become a 'woman‑trouble' figure. Bai Lang isn't the type of play‑boy; he can't pull off the tricks of a scoundrel. Killing thousands with a single strike would be easy, but soothing and dealing with these women gives him a headache.

Considering how fragile these women were—at least from his perspective—Bai Lang tried to calm his own emotions without shouting for silence. He simply stepped aside, focusing his attention on Divine Sense perception. The remains of his two wives were not in the museum's basement; they should be farther away. Yet his coffin was in the lower cellar.

The long spear is currently not in the imperial capital; Bai Lang's perception places it thousands of miles to the west. After spending a morning at the National Museum, Bai Lang finally isolated himself, letting them chatter away, which quieted the women, but as a price he was surrounded.