Chapter 944

The punitive expedition was a total failure, and two Celestials were beheaded. The key was that, damn it, two people couldn't even trade for one. The Xiangpang on the opposite side fought more bravely as the battle went on. The result of killing two Celestials was nothing more than a slight injury, but his fighting spirit and killing power grew even higher. Bai Lang naturally knew that killing experts of the same level helped sharpen his own combat power; the stronger the confidence, the stronger the martial arts. This momentum was naturally a part of martial arts. Bai Lang's own body was the same; after killing two Great Sages, his arrogance was peerless. At that time, no matter which Celestial came to fight him, the result was only one: death.

This time, none of the noble family disciples and imperial bureaucrats who followed the expedition could run back; they were all caught by Xiangpang—and then imprisoned. Because they couldn't collect enough evidence for a while, they weren't beheaded, just had their martial arts crippled and were locked up.

With this great defeat, who would take responsibility? That would naturally be the various nobles who had already died in battle. The civil officials also had to bear a small responsibility, but since they had all been captured, that responsibility was gone—at least it couldn't be pursued until they were released. The Jingtai Emperor certainly had no responsibility; he hadn't given a single penny. If there was a loss, it was just a portion of the Capital Camp's troops and some grain and grass. He could continue to play music and dance—anyway, even if Xiangpang wanted to change the dynasty, he would have to fight his way over slowly.

With Xiangpang's current style, the Jingtai Emperor, being a clever person, could naturally see that he was a mortal enemy of the aristocratic families. If he fought his way over, these aristocratic families would definitely resist to the death—that was good, let those damn bastards resist. Anyway, if he fought to the capital, the Jingtai Emperor could at worst ask his fifth brother for help. He figured his fifth brother would have no problem saving a few people...

Xiangpang killed two Celestials and was naturally a hero among martial arts Celestials. However, in the eyes of the world, he was still inferior to the Prince of Qin—after all, Bai Lang had simultaneously killed two demon Great Sages who had achieved the Celestial realm with their physical bodies. The gold content was stronger than those old guys who practiced martial arts and refined Qi to enter the Celestial realm from Confucianism.

In the southwest direction, there were no more strong people who could stand in front of Xiangpang. It was impossible for the Celestials of those families in Jiangnan to take action again. And Xiangpang, carrying the prestige of killing two Celestials, led his troops back. He figured the subsequent purge would become very smooth—after all, Xiangpang was still reasonable and did not want to kill at will, still insisting on a crime commensurate with the punishment and requiring evidence. "He is indeed a bright and upright good person." That was what Bai Lang thought.

He also knew that after the crushing defeat, a voice in the imperial court was growing rapidly: to recall the original Frontier Prince, Bai Lang, and not let him be some Frontier Prince, but to return directly to the capital to be a Prince of Equal Rank or even a Vice-Emperor. If he was willing to contribute to the "common people of the world," they could directly let the Jingtai Emperor roll off the stage and push Bai Lang to be the emperor. At worst, they could drape the yellow robe on him while Bai Lang was "asleep," and when Bai Lang woke up, he would angrily curse, "It is all you who have harmed me!"

Actually, Bai Lang would never do that. He just wanted to be a Frontier Prince, let others kill each other, and he would just complete the mission and be free and easy from then on. Personally entering the field was certainly necessary, but definitely not now. Moreover, while he was here, he still had to shoulder the task of sending the Northern Barbarians' Celestials to the Investiture of the Gods. However, by then, that Golden Saint should be able to squeeze in with minimal force. Maybe he could even ask him for a favor.

Bai Lang's martial arts were certainly stuck at the upper limit of this world. The faster he sank, the higher the limit; the world also had to save itself. And in this way, Bai Lang's martial arts became higher as time passed, making it like the "Twenty-Seven Limit," where the closer he got to that limit as time passed, the faster the improvement. Others had to practice bitterly, while Bai Lang improved directly—no reason needed, and it didn't make sense.

"Two months, just enough for me to heal my wounds. I think these idiots didn't calculate the timing either—also, can four muscular Celestials put together one and a half brains?" The four Celestials of the Northern Barbarians were all big guys with very little clothing. Bai Lang felt they should sing "Young Man!" and name themselves the "Gay Four" combination; maybe they could sweep across the Great Wu.

If they really were the "Gay Four," then Bai Lang would let them have their way, "Really don't want to fight with gays..." Bai Lang looked at the sky. The weapons in his hands were not formed; he hadn't achieved a divine weapon. Fortunately, Bai Lang didn't care about any divine weapon in the first place; he himself was a terrifyingly lethal weapon. The Three Fires Returning to Origin Skill had refined the Samadhi True Fire—this was said by someone who arrived here a step earlier.

This day, Bai Lang was suppressing his wounds, watching the flames burning back and forth on the wound, when he suddenly sensed someone beside him. With his martial arts as a Celestial expert, someone had just appeared beside him like this? He turned his head to look, only to see a lazy young Taoist with somewhat disheveled clothing sprawled beside him. This Taoist was still playing with a jade fish in his hand. "Yo, Junior Nephew, how are you? This poor Taoist arrived half a step early."

It was Qianshan Zhenren Zhou Xianda. Bai Lang's eyes widened. "You can recognize this face too?" Qianshan Zhenren smiled. "What can't be recognized by looking at the soul? You don't think this Taiyi Golden Immortal of mine is fake, do you?" The Taoist touched his forehead. "Although I don't have a third eye, these eyes of mine are at least the eyes of a Golden Immortal. How hard is it to see through your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys at a glance?"

"Sigh, who let me, an old man, have the power to change at will? The result can only be that I arrive first. That golden guy is too strong and can only arrive a step late. Others won't come..." Zhou Xianda glanced at Bai Lang and shook his head. "Because they are all 'scoundrels'."

Bai Lang knew how indecent this guy, who seemed to have a face full of righteousness, was, because his next sentence was, "Are there any prostitutes in this city?" But Bai Lang felt very happy because he could continue to lie down without moving, letting this Zhenren do the work. When the sky falls, the tall ones should be the ones to hold it up. In the past, he was the tallest one in this world, and now it was this Zhenren. Later, there would be another one. The fact that a Zhenren entered early really gave Bai Lang a big surprise.

"Don't think about it. Next, I'm going to live a life of drunken dreams in the brothels. You'll have to do the killing yourself." Zhou Xianda said with a smile as he walked out. Bai Lang's mouth curled into a strange smile. "This lecherous Zhenren, is that thing really so happy?" He shouted, "As a Taiyi Golden Immortal, you still do this? It's too shameful, isn't it?"

"You are still young and don't understand this principle."

Bai Lang felt that this Zhou Xianda should at least find those noble women to play with. Playing with sentiment wasn't bad either, right? Just pushing them down was too boring, wasn't it? However, Zhou Xianda would definitely educate him that the so-called playing with rotten bitches was a great pleasure... ===== CHAPTER 945 =====