Chapter 625: The Path

The pale phosphorus fire turned into a spiral expansion like thunder and lightning, directly encircling Bai Lang. An infinite force from thin air directly tried to pull Bai Lang's soul out; it was a tearing pain, and Bai Lang felt as if he had almost no power to fight back. "Throwing the soul... no, the flesh as well, to Yomotsu Hirasaka!" Bai Lang channeled his own divine skill, the force of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist tearing the air and making a sharp, explosive sound.

But it was useless.

The next moment, the White Tiger phantom suddenly appeared, jumping and roaring vividly. However, the White Tiger and the illusory shadow of Bai Lang, which was being torn out, were both swept up and about to be thrown into the center of the spiraling pale phosphorus fire. "If I can't comprehend the power to control the vengeful ghosts, this attempt will be for nothing!" Bai Lang grunted and channeled his energy as if he were holding back a bowel movement, constantly comprehending the true meaning of the Tiger Form in his heart. This time, he recalled the feeling of slaughter that ran rampant long ago when his martial arts weren't so high.

Those people he had killed appeared before his eyes one by one at this moment. Under the power of the Corpse Qi Underworld Wave, the weak resentment clinging to Bai Lang manifested, solidifying into individual dead souls. "Have I really killed so many people..." Everything Bai Lang saw were vengeful ghosts. He already had the White Tiger true meaning, and although he hadn't comprehended it himself, he was naturally able to command the souls of those he had killed.

Most of them were soldiers with broken heads and stomachs, their armor incomplete. Bai Lang had trampled over thousands of troops, and those he had beheaded on the battlefield were more than ten thousand. Now, under the power of the Corpse Qi, these people first manifested and then turned into pale phosphorus fire, throwing themselves into the entrance of the Underworld opened by the Corpse Qi. Bai Lang had a flash of insight, and suddenly, with a tiger roar, the White Tiger phantom merged with his own phantom, diving into his flesh. The tiger roar and the golden bell chime descended from the sky, protecting Bai Lang within a golden bell.

Bai Lang shook his body, and the giant tiger roared, directly summoning the ghosts that hadn't been swept away, turning them into explosive bombs that shattered the Corpse Qi. "Not bad accumulation, and you're quite willing to spend your capital. You used up all the capital you accumulated in the past in one go; otherwise, you really wouldn't have been able to blow up my Corpse Qi." Bai Lang panted, and Si Wu, wearing the Cancer Gold Cloth, said leisurely, "Congratulations, you have taken the first step on the path that wasn't open before."

The Gold Saint crossed his arms, "That was the intensity of my Corpse Qi Underworld Wave, I didn't hold back at all. Now that you have mastered the art of soul control, you must walk the path ahead yourself. I have fulfilled the entrustment of that baboon, so I'm leaving. Goodbye, remember to treat me to a drink if you go to a tavern later." After saying this, he turned into a golden meteor and shot upward, disappearing into the phantom of the palace in the sky.

That was something only Bai Lang could see; this world had gods and Buddhas.

Now, the gods and Buddhas of this world couldn't restrain Si Wu at all, and Bai Lang also knew that his fate was completely covered—not just by Si Wu, but also by the maker of the jade fish on his body, who had also confused his fate.

Bai Lang also used his lightness skill, running quickly along the mountain road. He couldn't fly on the wind yet; he hadn't reached the step of complete transcendence, and the breadth and depth of the power he mastered hadn't completely become his shape and his foundation. After running for an hour, Bai Lang finally entered the city and returned home, so that the people in the mansion wouldn't be beating drums and searching for him with the government. Bai Lang practiced like this for a period of time—speaking of which, the world of the Red Chamber had a somewhat strange time.

Just as the age of Jia Baoyu in the book didn't quite match up, Bai Lang's "growth" in this world was also controlled by himself. He now looked like a teenager of fifteen or sixteen—Jia Baoyu was too, but to the outside world, they were probably ten... Of course, some said fifteen. In short, age was not a problem, so don't delve into it. This year, his cheap father, whom he had never met in this world, kicked the bucket.

He died at the border, from a sudden illness, and in just three days, he had kicked the bucket. Half a month later, Bai Lang received the news of the sudden illness and death at the same time. The Emperor also found out, and immediately summoned Bai Lang, the heir to the Tianshui Earl, to comfort him with kind words, then ordered him to go to the border to escort the coffin back to the capital for a funeral. Bai Lang had also already accepted the Tianshui Earl title in advance and inherited the position of Commander-in-Chief, being enfeoffed as a third-rank general.

Bai Lang took his servants, mounted his horse, and hurried all the way, arriving at the border in less than a month, finally reaching his cheap father's mourning hall. Three days later, he escorted the coffin on the road back to the capital, and burying it in the family ancestral grave was the end of it. Bai Lang, of course, wouldn't open the coffin; not only would he not open it, but he also added an outer coffin—with his father's title, he could afford an outer coffin. The coffin was placed on a horse carriage, guarded by servants, and Bai Lang led the way, walking slowly.

Also traveling with them were several carriages, inside which were his cheap father's concubines and the illegitimate children born to them, all of whom were younger than him. Bai Lang had no malice toward them; he was prepared to take them all back to the capital to enjoy life—when he grew up, he would go to the border to garrison, and these guys would stay in the capital as playboys. Of course, Bai Lang was prepared to divide the family when he returned, giving each of those concubines and these cheap younger siblings a sum of money and a house; he probably still had that much financial power.

It was just that they wouldn't be living together anymore.

He was just a passerby in this world, so it wouldn't matter even if he squandered the Tianshui Earl's family fortune. In the process of going to the border to escort the coffin, he also got a good understanding of who his opponents were. At first, it was the split Mongolian Tartars, but now a stronger opponent had appeared, said to be the Russians from the West, a part of the Russians called the Cossacks. Bai Lang laughed when he heard this, especially when he heard that those Mongolians were being driven around by the Russians, and in desperation, they even knocked on the gates to surrender.

"Looks like I'll be killing old Russians again in the future." Weapons like the Great General Cannon and matchlock guns had already appeared, and it was an era of alternating cold and hot weapons.

Escorting the coffin took a full three months to reach the capital. It was estimated that his cheap father should have rotted away in the coffin, and the Emperor sent a eunuch to announce the decree, promoting the deceased by three ranks and bestowing funeral supplies and burial goods, as well as writing a funeral couplet by hand. Bai Lang then took the opportunity to observe the three-year mourning period, and it took another half a month to bury his cheap father. Nowadays, observing mourning just meant not being able to marry, and Bai Lang didn't have a marriage contract anyway.

Once his father was buried, Bai Lang gathered the concubines and his younger siblings left behind by his father in the main hall of the Tianshui Earl Mansion, "Today, I am dividing the family with you all. Here are the land deeds and business contracts, as well as some scattered gold and silver. I have already divided them according to the head count. Take your share later and go. If you want to live in the Earl Mansion, you can; I have already divided small courtyards for each of you, but from now on, I'm afraid you'll have to live your own lives." ===== CHAPTER 626 =====