Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 1015

"Southern Vermilion Bird Fist! Unleash the power of fiery battle qi!" Centered on Bai Lang, he assumed a downward striking motion with both hands crossed, and the fiery battle qi expanded outwards in waves like blooming lotus flowers.
The illusory scene vanished like smoke being blown away, followed by a sharp roar. The next moment, the place was like an underground cave where a dead body had been set ablaze; the yin energy flowed away, leaving only a warm yang energy.

"This is boring, it's over already." I guess most of the so-called supernatural phenomena are only this level. That makes sense, if the supernatural phenomena were more ferocious, thousands of people would have died in the outer city by now.

The mysteries at sea are more intriguing, and they should reveal more treasures. The mysteries on land, even if you kill them, don't reveal any treasures at all—Bai Lang's golden eyes have seen it all, and indeed nothing comes out.

The eeriness outside the city is quite something—mostly monsters, and anything in this world called a monster must be a man-eater.

Those who cultivate without eating people are called spirits or monsters. Cultivating by absorbing the primordial energy of heaven and earth and mastering the mysteries of the sun and moon is very arduous and tests one's talent. How can it be as simple and quick as cultivating by eating people?

The Embroidered Uniform Guard within the city was quite effective. This department was specifically responsible for dealing with these supernatural and dangerous things that could harm people's lives. They killed quite a few monsters, forcing monsters within a hundred miles of the city to not eat people—if they did, they would be killed.

This is a place governed by law, and it's not allowed to go outside, but that depends on the balance of power between the two sides—at least on the official roads, these monsters still have to give the imperial court some face.

The official road and the imperial post stations form a line and points, and monsters are not allowed to run wild in this area. If they do, there are laws to govern them, and at least the minor monsters can be kept in check.

Bai Lang was also quite interested in monsters—he was one of the Four Extremes of Heaven, and since innate gods and demons were not considered monsters, he wasn't considered a monster no matter what he ate.

The truly powerful are like this; the Classic of Mountains and Seas is a register belonging to them—anyone listed there is considered an ancient god or demon, who can devour all living beings in the world without incurring karma or retribution.

Bai Lang is currently in human form, so he sits on the human side of the map. Of course, he has to fight back against man-eating monsters—monsters are physically strong and can withstand a lot of beatings, so it must be quite satisfying to fight them.

Back at the martial arts school, Bai Lang continued watching the daily program. He remembered that the original owner of this body should have had a marriage contract, but if there was no news, it was definitely canceled—he had already gone into hiding, so it was normal for people to think he was dead.

"Hey, I've actually forgotten which family's young lady it was. But it doesn't matter, I still prefer married women." Bai Lang chuckled to himself. Over the past few months, almost a year, his body had naturally grown, and stubble had sprouted.

It's estimated that it will only be another year at most before Shao Bao is released. At that time, he will have a tiger beard that explodes and eyebrows that are like flames. Wouldn't that make him look like a little guy who can do whatever he wants and is invincible?

He probably won't be able to hide it by then—his physique and appearance are exceptional, how could such a man possibly hide in a crowd?
Today is a grand competition among the seven major factions within the martial arts school—in reality, it's a major contest. All the leaders and their underlings from each faction will participate in the competition to determine their respective territories.

But how much can they actually swallow? That depends on the varying levels of martial arts skill among the leaders of the seven major mountain strongholds.

Bai Lang, being a semi-transparent character, is an observer. Although he participates in the competition, he can take the prizes, but he can forget about taking the territory—even if he had territory, there would be no one there.

"In the underworld, the dragon head staff should be passed down like this: the leaders of the gang come out to fight, and whoever wins becomes the boss." Bai Lang thought to himself as he watched the low-level, high-energy fight. He went up to participate but was quickly defeated and forced to retreat.

As expected, the grand discussion went wrong, and the fight spiraled out of control. It all started when someone was killed on the field. Liang Kuan was the eldest brother's top lieutenant, and he was facing off against the fifteenth junior brother under the third brother. Liang Kuan himself was the twelfth in the family.

If the eldest and third senior brothers weren't exactly at odds, then they were practically enemies; naturally, their subordinates had their share of petty squabbles.

When they met on stage, they were immediately filled with hatred and started fighting fiercely.

Bai Lang looked at the calm-faced martial arts master and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "It's just a small martial arts school, yet they resort to such underhanded tactics." The master needed these disciples, but he needed to control them even more—using the power politics of an emperor to maintain balance.
That's how it is when you're in charge of a business.

After they really got into a fight, the master didn't stop them, and the fifteenth junior brother was a tough guy who refused to admit defeat.

So Liang Kuan naturally took drastic measures and killed his fifteenth junior brother on the spot—causing a huge uproar in the audience.

The third senior brother bluntly stated that Liang Kuan had no brotherly affection whatsoever and that he must either be stripped of his martial arts and expelled from the sect or simply pay for the life of the fifteenth junior brother.

Bai Lang thought his third senior brother was right, but his eldest senior brother firmly objected, saying that life and death in a fight on the stage were determined by fate—this was just sophistry, since this was an internal martial arts competition, not a fight between different martial arts schools outside.

Meanwhile, the other five factions were stirring up trouble, and of course, they also had conflicts with each other.

And so soon, a second life was taken on the stage, and then a third.
The fact that the sect leader hadn't stepped in to mediate was something Bai Lang couldn't understand. "Does he really want to see a battle between Qi and Sword? I don't understand what this old guy is thinking." In reality, he just lacked the ability to control things and didn't know what to do.

Anyway, as long as things stay stable, everything seems fine. Let those disciples fight to the death. As long as he and his children are safe, the Asuka Martial Arts School will exist.

Bai Lang finally understood – after the chaotic battle began, he watched as the old man quietly disappeared with his children, and he suddenly realized, "So he couldn't handle it. I thought he had some kind of imperial strategy."

Bai Lang also huddled in a corner, watching everyone settle scores and seek revenge. Over the years, the seven major factions had accumulated countless grudges and feuds, and now that things had spiraled out of control, everyone who was supposed to come had come.

It's not that no one tried to control the situation, but they just couldn't—even if you included all seven leaders, you might not be able to piece together a complete mind.

They only know the tricks of the underworld. At most, they can use an undercover agent or a double agent for fighting and killing. It would be too much to ask them to use schemes and stratagems.

Soon after, the seven leaders joined the battle, and the intensity of the fight immediately escalated.

The seven leaders each have at least three subordinates. These are just the newly initiated disciples; not counting the biased cannon fodder from the outer sect. The total number of disciples in the Flying Bird Martial Arts Academy has long exceeded one hundred and fifty, and at least thirty are currently fighting on the field.
At this point, the disciples who were originally without any faction finally revealed their true factions one by one—they were from the Seven Great Mountains, only they had disguised themselves as background figures, and now they had all joined the battle.

Aside from Bai Lang, only two other people truly stood by and did nothing.