Chapter 77: First Update – No Title Yet

Bai Lang still doesn't master the Splitting Palm Force at all; his superimposed force technique is only just learned...... Before this, he couldn't comprehend this kind of kung fu that would make even future Newton jump out of his coffin, but there's a saying: Internal Force is an all-purpose explanation...... However, only on the battlefield did Bai Lang suddenly grasp this method, greatly boosting his combat power——though the consumption is also great, so it's still mainly useful in one-on-one fights.

The force of the three stacked waves combined, and in Bai Lang's final palm he struck toward that sword. Bai Lang had already gathered the Internal Force of the Golden Bell Shield into his palm; when it met the sword, he was still thinking of facing steel with his fleshly palm—his brain must have gone wrong. In the moment of review, this palm landed solidly. It must be said that Bai Lang's idea, while good, was somewhat unnecessary, and he lacked confidence in himself.

This palm wasn't pierced by the sword qi at the center of the palm; instead, it firmly blocked the sharp sword qi a hair's breadth outside the palm's flesh. Not only did it block it, but it also caused the sword qi to shatter in all directions upon striking the palm, until the sword tip pressed against the palm, yet still could not enter. 'You need more confidence in your martial arts, Bai Lang White Yuzhu! Otherwise what's the point of being called the Heaven‑Supporting White Yuzhu!' Bai Lang said to himself, then exhaled and let out a tiger roar, his other hand forming a tiger claw, and he lunged forward with one grab.

The old man's sword technique is indeed formidable; his strike, when it fails to penetrate, retracts with extreme speed, and Bai Lang can't even grab it. Then he thrusts again, deflecting Bai Lang's tiger claw. The sword method is balanced and neutral—first seek invincibility, then victory—and his Internal Force is a unified whole like rotating beads; Bai Lang's sharp Internal Force actually finds no way to add force to penetrate. 'Does Huashan sword technique also have Taiji?' Bai Lang felt a bit lost; the sword routine before him was strictly disciplined, yet it contained a softness like Taiji. 'Is this the legacy of Hao Datong, or does it truly embody Taiji?'

Yet Bai Lang's feeling was again ambiguous; after carefully exchanging a few moves, he thought using the Confucian 'needle hidden in cotton' might be more suitable. This old man ahead is indeed hard to beat; Bai Lang's force is difficult to land solidly, and while the old man neutralizes Bai Lang's force, he often counterattacks—sharp sword qi can pierce Bai Lang's flesh when it lacks stacked force, but it's hard to cause real injury to his meridians.

In this world, only this old man makes him feel as tough to bite into as a hedgehog; this Huashan Sect Master's martial prowess is also the first Bai Lang has ever seen—Qin Wujiu not lifting a hand doesn't count. However, old age doesn't rely on tendons and bones; if this continues, although the Huashan Sect Master has deep Internal Force and divine swordsmanship, he will ultimately lose, simply because Bai Lang is young and strong—external martial arts have reached their peak in this world, his flesh and meridians are like a bronze bell, and if they cannot inflict serious harm on Bai Lang, dragging it out leads nowhere.

When the two fought, they never held back on destruction, especially Bai Lang, who trained in powerful external martial arts; the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield technique lets him destroy with exaggeration. Tearing apart the rooms on this official ship is fearsome—a casual blow creates a huge hole, and his fists and feet shatter the wood everywhere or reduce it to chips. The old man's sword technique is no slouch either; his sword light shreds wood, silk, and anything else in its path, yet he cannot shred Bai Lang's fists and feet.

Soon, half the official ship was as good as done, collapsed. Cao Gonggong, being kind, had everyone withdrawn and let them fight; he himself stood aside, merely using a whisk to sweep away the flying wood chips. Cao Gonggong had no fighting spirit; he didn't even show a hint of hostility, just standing there silently, several zhang away. Bai Lang's momentum grew fierce, the more he fought the braver he became, while the old man now seemed unable to overcome Bai Lang.

A sweep of sword light cut off several pieces of wood, which, propelled by the force on the sword, flew outward and landed on the water surface; yet the old man's sword light surged, still aiming at Bai Lang's eyes, forcing Bai Lang to raise both hands to shield his eyes—so far, the old man still hasn't probed where Bai Lang's vital point is. However, the eyes are ultimately fragile, and could even be considered the vital point of the vital point. Since Bai Lang guarded his eyes, his hands inevitably relaxed a bit, and thus the old man, as if pulled by a thread, shot straight out.

With a few taps of his toes on the planks floating on the water, the old geezer instantly skimmed across a span of several zhang of water, landed on a small boat, hoisted the sail and sped downstream, much faster than the official ship. Bai Lang lowered his hands, glanced at Cao Gonggong, and said, 'Heh heh, Cao Gonggong. This counts as a martial‑world affair, right? I'm doing Qin Mr. a favor.' Cao Gonggong also laughed, 'Naturally; this time we're also giving the Huashan Sect Master face—since he's done this, next time he'll be a rebel arrested at sea for documents.'

'Assassinating a court official—he's not a rebel, then there really aren't any rebels left. He can't even turn with the wind; how did he become sect leader? I'd love to drag all of Huashan, top to bottom, into the water.' Bai Lang laughed, while Cao Gonggong's mouth twitched sideways but he didn't respond. The entire Huashan Sect, up and down, has been killed by you, this White Yuzhu, leaving only the sect master and two or three kittens; the sole remaining second‑generation remnant, this expert, has even lost a hand...... Now saying this, Cao Gonggong doesn't know how to respond.

But thinking about it, maybe it's also an opportunity—at least Governor Sun's aide Qin Wujiu will surely now have a post of prefect or higher, even possibly more; might as well mention it.

Cao Gonggong sighed, 'Whether it's the Eastern Depot or the Brocade Guard, they're long gone from what they were; this news can only be heard.' The two found an undamaged spot in the front half of the official ship to sit down; Cao Gonggong had already ordered a boat change, but they must reach the dock first. 'Huashan Sect, those middle disciples of yours have all been slain by you, Junior Protector Bai. The first to attempt assassinating you, Junior Protector Bai, was that junior disciple's lover.' Saying this, Cao Gonggong gave a few smug chuckles.

'The one who took her away afterward should be the senior disciple's disciple of the sect master; that middle‑aged woman is the wife of the second disciple, and also a disciple of the Huashan Sect Master—they even have a child not yet a year old......' Cao Gonggong said this, 'Too bad we can't catch these traitorous ministers and villainous sons.' Once the words were done, the so‑called Eastern Depot and Brocade Guard amounted to just this bit of information, or rather, this is all they were willing to tell Bai Lang.

'From now on, there's no need to walk.' Bai Lang said, 'I wonder if there will be any more assassinations in the future? Hahahaha.'