Chapter 669

The Huashan Sect only had these few fist and palm techniques, leg techniques were even rarer, and their lightness skills were actually just average. Bai Lang scoffed at them all. He would rather organize a set of techniques himself—at the moment, the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist could not be activated, and only the Golden Bell Shield was still usable, so he had to create a complete set of techniques that were heavy, powerful, and simple, relying on formidable strength and counter-shock force to injure the enemy.

The Southern Dipper Sacred Fist was all about piercing and cutting; in particular, the Southern Dipper Lone Eagle Fist was especially focused on piercing, while the other Southern Dipper Six Sacred Fists were different types of cutting. What Bai Lang wanted was blunt force strikes combined with piercing. With the one hundred and eight schools of the Southern Dipper, he could completely come up with a "Southern Dipper Tiger Breaking Dragon."

It was a pity that all his dreams had to wait for him to spend ten years fishing out his own Golden Bell Shield internal force to be completed. And when Bai Lang practiced sword techniques, he didn't show his martial wisdom at all. Although the sword techniques of everyone present were full of countless flaws in his eyes, he could finish them off just by playing around—Bai Lang didn't know the Nine Swords of Dugu, but his high level of martial wisdom meant he was born with the Nine Swords of Dugu.

If Linghu Chong learned the Nine Swords in the future, he definitely wouldn't be able to break Bai Lang's martial arts—"What's powerful is the person, not the martial arts." Bai Lang had always believed this. Besides, Bai Lang himself had ideas about the Nine Swords of Dugu: "The Swinging Sword Style! The Falling Sword Style! The Lewd Sword Style! The Wave Sword Style! Just add five more after that and it's the Nine Swords of Dugu!"

This person chuckled to himself, finding amusement in it. During this period, Huashan had opened its gates wide and accepted quite a few disciples; even Ning Zhongze had accepted several female disciples here—the first disciple was a boy, which was slightly awkward. And Yue Lingshan had also officially entered the sect, becoming the little junior sister—at this time, it had been three years since Bai Lang went up the mountain.

In those three years, Bai Lang had "mastered" the Huashan introductory sword techniques, but they were only mediocre. The sword technique he chose afterward was the proper and upright Yangwu Sword Technique—this was actually the sword technique that old Yue, Yue Buqun, was proficient in, which made this sect leader quite happy because Linghu Chong had chosen the fast and sharp Xiyi Wei Sword Technique, as this person liked variety...

Bai Lang's performance was average, but in terms of fist and palm techniques, he was definitely the best in Huashan. Although he never revealed it, he was certainly the first among the disciples in the purity of his internal force; this didn't need to be hidden, and anyway, he wasn't practicing Huashan internal arts. Yue Buqun didn't ask him to teach other disciples internal arts, which showed that this sect leader had a great sense of propriety and knew how to conduct himself; he was indeed a gentleman at the moment.

He was a true gentleman. Over these years, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze often went down the mountain to act chivalrously. Incidentally, Yue Buqun entered school in the same year as Bai Lang, so the two could be called "year-brothers." Huashan had produced two scholars. Don't look at how martial arts sects act all arrogant toward dukes and marquises; in fact, everyone in this day and age knew that dancing with knives and guns to make a living in society had no future, and the proper path was still to seek fame and rank through the imperial examinations.

If Yue Buqun really passed the provincial examination, do you think he would still have the heart to be this sect leader? He would definitely try every possible way to pass the metropolitan examination. Once he passed the metropolitan examination, this mere Huashan Sect leadership would be worth nothing! He could just use his connections with his fellow graduates and teachers, and wouldn't the Huashan Sect take off in a flash? Bai Lang thought about this and that, feeling that he might even be able to pass the provincial examination himself... The problem was, if that happened, wouldn't the whole world go off track?

Bai Lang sat outside, watching the sea of clouds rolling by, when his ears caught the sound of someone sneaking past. He was familiar with this sound; it was the footsteps of Linghu Chong—this person had already learned to steal wine to drink, and now he was definitely going to the kitchen to steal wine with the cook. This person was a typical hopeless drunkard, but at least his drinking manners were barely passable, and he didn't go crazy when he drank too much.

But Linghu Chong's personality had already manifested—in front of Yue Buqun and the others, this person was somewhat serious and looked very much like a senior brother, but in front of his junior brothers, this guy revealed his true colors—a muddled "village gentleman" type. One could also say he was a good-natured person who didn't understand the situation; at least Bai Lang thought his brain wasn't very clear and in most situations, he couldn't see his own backside.

This person reminded him of someone, the Chongzhen Emperor whom Bai Lang, Bai Shao Bao, had come into contact with a long time ago. They were almost exactly the same in their inability to take responsibility, only the Chongzhen Emperor was even more formidable.

Linghu Chong's martial arts were already quite good. Among all the disciples, not counting Bai Lang, he could be called the best, and the gap between him and his martial aunt Ning Zhongze was not large. "Thinking about it, it's quite helpless. This master truly loves martial arts and studies them earnestly and carefully, but it's a pity that his aptitude is only average—that's what ordinary people should say, but if you ask me, this Martial Aunt Ning actually doesn't love martial arts as much as she thinks she does..."

Bai Lang believed that Ning Zhongze's aptitude was at most a 6, and the vast majority of his junior brothers and sisters were also between 5 and 6. Moreover, if their love for martial arts was also on a ten-point scale, among everyone in the Huashan Sect except for Bai Lang, not one could exceed 7. In fact, they didn't love martial arts as much as they thought they did.

Bai Lang himself was definitely a double-ten. His aptitude was heaven-defying and he loved martial arts; naturally, he was in a league of his own. There would never be anyone more talented than him in this world. This guy was now "thirteen years old," his height had already broken 1.6 meters, he was still about the same height as Linghu Chong, and only half a head shorter than Yue Buqun, but his frame was much sturdier than Linghu Chong's.

If Linghu Chong could be described as having clear brows and eyes and a handsome appearance—truth be told, Bai Lang felt he looked a bit like that "Mr. Lu"—then Bai Lang could be described as heroic, only his brows and eyes hadn't fully grown out yet, and the style of that peerless fierce general from back then hadn't returned. Such a fierce general must have fire-burned eyebrows and a full, explosive beard, otherwise, he wouldn't look good.

This day was another small competition, and all the second-generation disciples of Huashan had to go on stage to perform and compare martial arts. In the past, Bai Lang had always performed while holding his nose, just going through the motions to stay in the middle of the pack. He couldn't even bear to look at the sword techniques of that bunch of guys; now, Bai Lang could beat them into a mess with just a tree branch. "The Huashan sword techniques are used in such a rigid way, making it look like a choreographed routine; it can be broken easily."

Even if that bunch of guys used precious swords, with his current level of internal force, Bai Lang could easily take their precious swords with his bare hands and, incidentally, defeat them all one by one. However, why bother? He was still a child now, and it wasn't suitable to go out and fight. Even if Bai Lang wanted to finish his apprenticeship, it would be after his ten years of training were completed and he went down the mountain. At the very least, the Lin family's security firm was worth saving.

If one were to say that someone in this book truly performed chivalrous acts, Lin Pingzhi could count as one, so his family shouldn't have suffered the fate of being wiped out. Although Bai Lang was not a chivalrous hero, he would also feel injustice; it didn't matter how many people like Yu Canghai died.

On the field, Bai Lang's name was called, and this young man went up to the stage with high spirits—there was no need to hide his vigorous internal force, and it couldn't be hidden anyway. Bai Lang had no need to use his breath-restraining methods at this moment. His martial arts were meant to follow a domineering and fierce path in the later stages, and his breath-restraining methods had long been thrown to the nine heavens.