Chapter 704: Encounter

Black Wood Cliff was not far from the capital, but outside the capital, Bai Lang encountered a "woman" sitting on a tree branch by the side of the road. Her aura was vast and ethereal; as an expert of the "same level," Bai Lang could naturally sense that the person before him was an Innate Expert—being so close, it would be too ridiculous not to sense it. The woman wore a veil, and her appearance was blurry. "Can you hand Xiang Wentian over to me?" she said.

Bai Lang tilted his head slightly. "Dongfang Bubai?" Although it was a question, it was almost a certainty; the person before him was definitely Dongfang Bubai, the Demon Cult leader who had achieved the Innate realm by practicing the Sunflower Manual. Bai Lang smiled. "The Demon Cult is colluding with the Tartars in an attempt to rebel, and you, the Demon Cult leader, actually dare to appear before me?" At this moment, Ren Woxing, who had been hiding behind, could no longer hold back and rushed over using his lightness skills. "Die!"

The old man had no sense of proportion; he couldn't even beat Bai Lang, and he expected to defeat Dongfang Bubai, who was also an Innate Expert? Even if he had people surrounding Dongfang Bubai now, it would be the same—Ren Yingying also joined in, and even Xiang Wentian rushed over. Linghu Chong was finally smart for once and did not join in, watching all this from the side like Bai Lang. Dongfang Bubai leaped like a ball of fire; she was wearing red clothes to begin with.

What she held in her hand was not an embroidery needle, and this leader hadn't even fought back yet; she was just dodging easily and freely amidst the siege of the three. "Old Sect Leader Ren, I exiled you to West Lake to retire, which can be considered a kind act. Why must you come here to find death? Left Envoy Xiang as well. As for you, Yingying, you hold a high position as the Saintess of our sect; is commanding the sect members of the five lakes and four seas not enough to satisfy you?"

"The position of Sect Leader of this Divine Cult was never that interesting anyway. If you want it, you can come to Black Wood Cliff another day and I will give it to you. My blocking the road today is just to save Left Envoy Xiang. Old Sect Leader, why must you?" Nine-tenths of Dongfang Bubai's attention was on Bai Lang. Ren Woxing roared repeatedly; his palm power was deep and majestic, and the Star-Sucking Great Art constantly pulled up the surrounding dust, but he couldn't even grab a corner of Dongfang Bubai's clothes.

Xiang Wentian was about the same; watching his martial arts, they were open and powerful, but he still had no way to deal with Dongfang Bubai. As for Ren Yingying? She was just a filler; her martial arts were the worst of the three, not even at a level that would make Dongfang Bubai pay an extra bit of attention. "If Sect Leader Yue were in front of Dongfang Bubai, he wouldn't be any better than Xiang Wentian, and probably even worse. If the five sect leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sects attacked together, the offensive power would probably only be slightly stronger than what these two are putting out."

It turned out that Dongfang Bubai had been going easy on the Five Mountains Sword Sects all along; if he really wanted to make a move, he only needed to descend Black Wood Cliff, and no single sect of the Five Mountains Sword Sects could stop him alone. "Hey, you still haven't confessed to the rebellion. It seems I have to take you down and interrogate you in the imperial prison." Bai Lang stood up. And Dongfang Bubai also easily emerged from the siege of the three, facing Bai Lang, the White Jade Pillar, directly.

"Bai Lang, Secretary of the Ministry of Rites." Dongfang Bubai's words were not loud, but the four people, including Linghu Chong, all went limp. The true Qi in their bodies was shaken away by this one sentence; this was the method of using Innate internal force to understand the mysteries of heaven and man and transform all things. And Linghu Chong's so-called "Qi-Breaking Style" was of no use at all against this level of martial arts—it was useful when Feng Qingyang used it, but useless for Linghu Chong.

And this kind of martial art was also useless to Bai Lang. "It is useful for suppressing non-Innate experts, but if they are not Innate but have practiced some other mind-body-integrated martial arts, then even this method is useless." Bai Lang commented. "Ren Woxing? The former Demon Cult leader, right? It is a pity that his talent and aptitude end here; he cannot comprehend the subtleties of this martial art." Bai Lang asserted. "There is no hope for him to reach the Innate realm in this lifetime."

Bai Lang took a step forward. He didn't say anything more and slapped his palm toward her face. At this time, he was still a full zhang away from Dongfang Bubai, but the palm force had already arrived. This palm was like the sky collapsing, with howling winds; it was completely different from the palm force of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. This palm was cruel and cut off all vitality, taking the murderous intent of the north wind and snowstorm. "Why does the sun and moon not reach here? Only the north wind howls from the sky!"

This set of "North Wind Walk" palm techniques was evolved by Bai Lang himself from the White Tiger Fist; it couldn't even be called a palm technique—this set of martial arts didn't care about fists, palms, claws, or legs; it just took the artistic conception. Although the moves had a framework, they changed naturally according to the heart. In the book of Jin Baoyi, the Xiaoyao Sect members were highly likely all Innate experts, and the martial arts they practiced were definitely Innate techniques. This North Wind Walk was already compared to Tianshan.

It was just that this concept was definitely higher than those two martial arts, so the upper limit was naturally higher.

Bai Lang slapped his palm out. Dongfang Bubai couldn't be as relaxed as she was dealing with the previous three. She also took out a needle and flicked it with her finger, directly releasing a sharp and peerless Qi energy, tearing through the palm wind with a point. The silk thread behind the needle kept shaking, decomposing Bai Lang's palm force like a sharp blade. However, just as this needle couldn't hit Bai Lang, this palm force couldn't be completely dissolved either; her veil was blown away by the palm force.

Since Dongfang Bubai practiced the Sunflower Manual, she certainly couldn't be considered a man anymore, and as for her appearance, Bai Lang already had a premonition—"Sister Qingxia," he shouted in his heart. Of course, the BGM also spontaneously started playing in his heart, "The red dust is so ridiculous, infatuation is the most boring, it's fine to be empty..." Qingxia's Dongfang Bubai was the real Dongfang Bubai; for a moment, Bai Lang even paused his palm force slightly.

It was just a pause, but it allowed Dongfang Bubai to find a flaw—for such Innate experts, flaws were no longer flaws; the moves were already unbreakable, and only the flow of true Qi and the mind could be broken by higher-level experts. However, the Innate realm was the peak of this world, and there could be no "Inner Scene" Grandmasters. Dongfang Bubai's needle went directly through Bai Lang's protective Qi, but it was blocked by a finger. The tip of the needle couldn't break Bai Lang's skin.

"The Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield is really not afraid of sharp weapons. If you could use Innate true Qi to drive a battle axe or a hammer, it might have a miraculous effect, but a needle probably won't work." Bai Lang roared and threw a punch. This punch didn't bring up a sky full of Qi; it was purely a punch to split a mountain. And Dongfang Bubai's movement was as fast as lightning, but she had no way to dodge this move—she was filled with the fist intent of this move from front, back, left, right, up, and down; she had to take this punch head-on.

Dongfang Bubai suddenly stopped, then flashed forward, her two fingers together, also silently pointing at Bai Lang's fist. After pointing with one finger, Dongfang Bubai took advantage of the momentum to flash away, disappearing in the blink of an eye. And Bai Lang's fist also stopped in the air. After that, his joints crackled, and he slowly lowered his fist. "Good internal force." Bai Lang also praised. ===== CHAPTER 705 =====