Chapter 589: Rise Again

Just as Bai Lang had anticipated, he stripped off his clothes and began to bathe—though not dirty, a wash benefits body and mind, especially if he could soak, it would be even better. While he was doing this, Liu Yali appeared outside the door. Bai Lang's Divine Sense reached through, perceiving that the woman was dressed scantily, only twisting the door handle with her hand; she seemed to have a bit of shame, so she didn't call out, "Hey brother, let me in…".

As long as she kept twisting the door handle, Bai Lang pretended not to notice, continuing his wash, "Sigh, I really should have mustered the resolve to go to a hotel." He abandoned the soak, rinsed, then shook off the water droplets; Internal Force circulated once, leaving him fresh and dry. He changed into newly bought underwear and a T‑shirt, then put on a bathrobe. His voice was rather loud, so after opening the door he did not see Liu Yali.

Bai Lang smiled and stepped out of the guestroom—no surprise that Liu Yali, in the lobby downstairs, looked up at the stairs and, upon seeing him, broke into a very happy expression. "Oh, I came to wish you good night," she said. Bai Lang replied decisively and went back to close the door. Riding the night, the fellow slipped silently along the high wall, then vanished like a gust of wind; when he reappeared, he was already atop the National Museum Building.

He roamed around, found a way down, and easily shattered the protective door—his Internal Force on his hand instantly destroyed the circuitry and alarm system. Bai Lang, like the wind, swept to where the two ladies' corpses were placed, "That's fortunate," he muttered upon seeing the two red coffins before him. He actually did not wish to see what his two wives' remains looked like after a thousand years; he only needed to remember their finest moments.

"Since that's the case," Bai Lang said softly, raised his hands, and instantly the two coffins flew into his grasp; then he, carrying the two coffins, turned into a flash of light and left the same way. Earlier he had left a thumb‑sized golden bean with Liu Yali, so he figured he owed nothing more. Cradling the two coffins, he sped over mountains and valleys toward the original burial ground. "I don't even know where to inter you; perhaps returning to your hometown is what you desire?" With such words, Lady Zou might be buried in Luoyang, while Zhen Ji would return to Hebei.

Putting aside how sensational it was that Bai Lang took the two coffins, the very fact that he broke the protective door at night already drew the utmost attention of the relevant authorities—the fist imprint on the door showed four distinct fingers, proving that this several‑ton fire‑ and theft‑proof gate had been opened with a single punch. In today's world, no one can achieve such a feat—the authorities dare to affirm this because practitioners who claim to have gained a breathing technique from coffins may have grown stronger, but it is still impossible for them to deliver such a punch.

And later the two ancient people excavated from Bai Lang's tomb also vanished; they had been placed in traditional coffins crafted from fine wood, originally scheduled to be returned soon to the adjacent cemetery for burial, and now disappearing together with the several‑hundred‑kilogram coffins was remarkable. Moreover, the original sensor broke—not only the sensor but the entire alarm circuitry failed, inexplicably getting torn apart inside the pipe.

Other Camera Heads captured what seemed to be a hand lifting a coffin and hurling it away at high speed, but no matter how much the footage was enlarged, the person's face could not be made out. The incident was immediately classified as a secret, and the relevant authorities intensified their efforts to identify the individual in the footage.

Liu Yali felt a vague loss; what was both expected and unexpected was that when she finally managed to push open the guestroom door that had refused to open all night, she found the room neatly missing the man who called himself Bai Junlang… Liu Yali let out a long sigh, took out a slender cigarette, lit it and took a drag.

Looking back, the man was indeed mysterious; Liu Yali knew the name he left was probably false, but when did he leave? That no longer mattered—Liu Yali believed he might be one of those legendary outsiders… She saw the glowing yellow object on the nightstand; upon closer inspection she realized it was a golden bean, thumb‑sized and heavy.

She picked up the golden bean and, in the end, simply placed it on a shelf in the room…

Bai Lang had arrived at North Mang Mountain, Luoyang, and saw construction underway somewhere on the hill; on closer inspection it was a "Bai Lang Museum", which gave a rather odd feeling. Bai Lang drifted over, only to see a large pit being cemented at the back, with a stele in front bearing the names of the two ladies. "Not bad, saves me a lot of trouble," he thought, placing the two coffins here and, seeing no one around, made a quick exit.

Bai Lang then ran to Xi'an City, which was indeed completely different from a thousand years ago. So Bai Lang left without staying, heading east and north to Yanzhou. Afterwards he moved a bit south to Xuzhou, where he halted. "The past stretches beyond a thousand years…" he said; the heroes of the late Han dynasty had long since passed, their tombs erased from memory, and Bai Lang was here only because he sensed his own family's fist intent.

"In the end, the only tomb I could confirm was Lord Wen's," Bai Lang recalled his past duels with Lord Wen, which took place over seventeen hundred years ago in this world, but only a few years ago for Bai Lang. Time in this world runs out of sync… He let out a long sigh, gazing at the rivers and lakes before him—the water flow was slow, the surrounding greenery seemed new, otherwise the place would be desolate; a bit farther, lights twinkled.

The lake water began to tremble, then a fierce tiger's roar echoed. A gale whipped across the lake and river surface; Bai Lang first stood with his hands behind his back, then suddenly a punch landed beside him. To the front‑left, a thunderclap‑like sound rang out as the ground collapsed… The water rushed madly into the giant pit, whose area was comparable to a lake, spanning several hundred meters in radius and a hundred meters deep.

The river water turned into a cascading waterfall, and the lake shore, being compressed, became incredibly solid—indeed, Bai Lang's strike had literally compressed that massive volume of earth into the adjacent ground, making both the shore and the lake bottom rock‑hard, though water could still seep in gradually… As the water level on the other side fell, objects hidden beneath the silt at the lake and river bottom began to emerge.

At this moment, Bai Lang had hidden his body in the shadow of trees on one side—indeed, many people had already arrived, drawn by the recent sounds and ground tremors, mainly police and perhaps other authorities. Bai Lang concealed himself with wind, quietly waiting for the final resting place of his long‑ago opponent to appear beneath the sky.