Chapter 706: Maid

Regardless, Bai Lang was only a Secretary in the Ministry of Rites, and a new Jinshi at that; his status was not enough. This kind of official, even in the local area, would only get a bow from the other side. If they took you seriously, you were something; if they didn't, they couldn't do anything about others for the time being—unless Bai Lang had a classmate who became a high official in the Ministry of Personnel. "No Shangfang Sword, no imperial order flag, this official position is just a piece of shit!" He cursed in his mouth, but he was still very happy to stamp with the seal in his hand.

His memorial went through the regular channels, and the General Registry sent it to the Cabinet. Cabinet Minister Yan had a headache after reading it—Bai Lang clearly stated that the White Lotus Sect was colluding with the Tartars to commit treason, and their base was in the city of Bansheng. It was necessary to use elite forces to launch a surprise attack and capture them all at once to be punished according to the law. Thus, the Junior Cabinet Minister wrote the draft on behalf of his father. Bai Lang considered it done once he submitted the memorial—the subsequent situation was actually not his business, nor could he manage it.

Whether to send troops or not was a decision for the Cabinet and the Emperor. The Ministry of War was responsible for logistics and grain and executing military command, and the Five Military Commissions had already been abolished anyway. Specific combat matters were mostly handed over to the Governor of Xuan-Da and the Commander-in-Chief, which also had nothing to do with him, a Secretary of the Ministry of Rites—he was a civil official, not a military official, so the possibility of him being directly transferred to fight was not very high. Bai Lang's evaluation was definitely not bad. If he asked for an external posting now, he might be able to become a Prefect.

An external posting was definitely going to happen. Bai Lang also heard gossip from his classmates that this time it was very likely he would be sent to the southeast—that area was plagued by Japanese pirates, and there was an idea to send a local official with high martial arts skills to suppress them. With Bai Lang's current background, becoming a Cabinet Minister was probably out of the question—he was not a Hanlin, so he could only prepare to climb the line of Governor. Just as he was stamping seals, there was good news: two divine catchers from the Ministry of Justice were going on a business trip to the northwest to catch a certain lone thief, and they could completely take Linghu Chong back to Huayin County along the way.

"Two big brothers, please, please, this senior brother of mine is really a drunkard and a fool who believes whatever people say. You must not let him come into contact with Jianghu people. It is best to keep him drunk all day while you take him with you. By the way, does the Ministry of Justice have any high-quality knockout medicine?" Bai Lang's words left the two divine catchers speechless, but this was a high official in the hall, so the two divine catchers still agreed politely—who knew if this Secretary with world-dominating martial arts would become the Minister of Justice one day?

That's right, among the current civil officials in the capital, Bai Lang was undoubtedly the number one expert, a great expert who had achieved the Innate realm. After sending Linghu Chong away, Bai Lang always felt that this senior brother would probably cause some trouble for him—definitely not on purpose, and Linghu Chong didn't want to oppose Bai Lang at all, but things might just happen where the White Lotus Sect would hook up with some people from the Mount Hua Sect.

The White Lotus Sect's ability to recruit people was famous—in Bai Lang's memory, the north was a disaster area for the White Lotus Sect. This was not only the case in the Great Ming, but later in the Manchu Qing period, there were even imperial clansmen and palace eunuchs who believed in the Tian Li Sect. A mere Linghu Chong, with his little ability, would just be recruited by the White Lotus Sect, so it was better not to come into contact with them if possible.

There was no news about the memorial, presumably the big shots above still had to discuss it. Anyway, Bai Lang felt that they might not have the courage to directly attack the city of Bansheng. As for his reward, it came down—the previous military merits had not been fully rewarded, and this time, Bai Lang was directly sent to the Zhejiang Provincial Administration Commission to be a Left Councilor, promoted to the fourth rank, and he could wear a red robe. There was also news from the post station that Linghu Chong had successfully arrived in Huayin County without any accidents.

The hot potato was thrown to Yue Buqun and the others, and Bai Lang also relaxed and prepared to take office. Civil officials in the capital also had official residences, and Bai Lang also had an official residence allocated by the government, although it was not big, and he had to return it when he left office. Bai Lang didn't have any maids or servants, at most he just ordered food from outside restaurants. Now, naturally, he put all his belongings on a mule cart as before, preparing to go from one post station to another. There were guards and soldiers, but Bai Lang didn't need to spend money.

However, before he set off, someone jumped into his courtyard at night. Bai Lang was not the kind of person who had to meditate and practice at night; he didn't do such things before, and he wouldn't do them now. Immediately, he climbed lazily out of bed, waved his palm, and the true Qi slashed like a knife more than a zhang away, directly lighting the candle on the table. He got up with his legs bare and looked at the courtyard—the house given to him by the Ministry of Rites was only one courtyard deep; living in the capital was not easy.

The cost of the errand runners naturally went into Bai Lang's pocket; this was converted into cash according to the rules. He didn't use official errand runners, so he took this money himself. Therefore, Bai Lang's residence had no guards—it would be a joke for such a great expert to have guards. The person in the courtyard was someone Bai Lang had anticipated—he knew who it was the moment she jumped in. Sure enough, it was Ren Yingying carrying an old man on her back. The old man was probably unable to walk, otherwise, he would never let his daughter carry him. Ren Woxing had been strong all his life; letting him be like this was really worse than letting him die.

Ren Woxing's head, poking out from Ren Yingying's back, was already withered, and the person had even fainted. And this Demon Cult Saintess was kneeling in the courtyard, her voice very hoarse. "Please save my father's life!" How proud and thin-skinned Ren Yingying was; she also knew that she had sent people to intercept and kill Bai Lang, and now she came to beg for his life. In Bai Lang's eyes, this girl was probably ready to die.

Bai Lang laughed softly. This guy with a full beard looked quite ferocious when he laughed. "This determination is not easy to make, Saintess." He said softly. It was indeed not easy to make, which meant Bai Lang could ask for whatever he wanted. "Ren Woxing, right? This name is really awesome. For the sake of a filial daughter, I will save you. Saintess, I can save his life, but as for this martial art, it probably won't work. Star-Sucking Great Art, humph, Star-Sucking Great Art, what is the use of practicing such martial arts?"

As he spoke, Bai Lang came out of the room and slapped Ren Woxing on the top of his head. His majestic internal force rolled down from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, directly circulating in his meridians, shaking away and driving out any true Qi regardless of what it was. "Entangled endlessly, the death entanglement really cannot be driven out by Ren Woxing's own little internal force. The affairs of the world are the same as internal force; the bad thing is that you have me and I have you." Bai Lang said. The true Qi advanced like a hot knife through butter, but governing the country could not be like this...

In just a few breaths, the Innate internal force had cleansed Ren Woxing's entire meridians and dantian, and the internal force he had cultivated for decades and absorbed from so many experts was empty and gone. "It is a pity that his talent is limited, and he cannot cultivate this Daoist method of 'emptiness'. This old man has no Daoist nature at all." Bai Lang muttered to himself, while Ren Woxing gradually regained consciousness, and his spirit recovered quite a bit, no longer the old man who looked like he was about to run out of oil—after all, this old guy was only sixty-something, which could be considered the prime of life in the era of Bai Lang's later life. ===== CHAPTER 707 =====