Chapter 791: The White Banner Lineage, Seeking Revenge?

Duanmu Xie squatted down like a child, looking at Shen Lang with great anticipation. “It’s no problem, My Lord. Take your time. I can wait ten thousand years for you!”

Shen Lang had been feeling utterly dejected, but those words sent a jolt through him. He kicked Duanmu Xie, sending him flying!

‘Wait for you for ten thousand years…’

If a beautiful woman had said that, anyone would have been overjoyed to hear it.

But coming from a zombie like Duanmu Xie…

Shen Lang felt as if he’d swallowed a few bluebottles. He really just wanted to kill him and be done with it.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong again?” Duanmu Xie asked, scratching his head in confusion.

“All I meant was that I’m not in a hurry and can wait… You see, My Lord, the last time I was injured by the Celestial Purity Sect, I slept for ten thousand years!”

Shen Lang snapped, “Get the hell out of here! Ten thousand years… By then, it’ll be too late for anything! Now scram and go cultivate! I can’t take this anymore. I need to recover first…”

Just as he finished speaking, Shen Lang suddenly froze and looked up at the light screen before him.

Directly opposite where Shen Lang sat, the light screen of the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron showed the area behind Monk Bu Se. On a rugged mountain path, two figures were charging forward at incredible speed.

“Master, please wait a moment!”

A disheveled Yin Tianchou and Duan Chenfeng caught up to Monk Bu Se.

Shen Lang narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling to the feet of the two pursuers.

Beneath their feet, a faint, seven-colored cloud, barely noticeable, flickered in and out of sight.

The Spiritual Power fluctuations were vastly different from those of an ordinary King Martial or Emperor Martial Realm expert.

Because of this seven-colored cloud, their feet barely touched the ground. A single stride carried them dozens of meters forward, completely silent.

Moreover, although they were clearly traveling at full speed, their movements were erratic. They appeared to be moving in a straight line, yet they gave one the impression of weaving left and right, making them difficult to track.

‘Cloud-Stepping Step? People from the White Banner Lineage of the Five-Colored Banner?’

A sharp glint flashed in Shen Lang’s eyes.

The younger man in the brocade robe strode up to Monk Bu Se, bowed, and asked, “Greetings, Master. My name is Yin Tianchou. I was wondering, on your way here… did you happen to see a man pass by wearing an Evil Ghost Mask, clad in dark gold and black Battle Armor, and carrying a single saber on his back?”

‘Hmm?’ Shen Lang raised an eyebrow.

‘The description given by this brocade-robed youth, Yin Tianchou… here in the Dragon Scale Divine Hall, besides myself… there can’t be a second person who fits it, can there?’

At that, Monk Bu Se put his palms together and said, “Amitabha. So you’re speaking of him? Earlier, in the dark passage below, I saw him fight a great battle with an expert from the White Bone Hall, Mu Feng, and kill him on the spot… Are you two acquainted with him?”

A look of delight crossed Yin Tianchou’s face. “Precisely! He’s a friend of mine. He entered the Dragon Scale Divine Hall a step ahead of us, but my martial brother and I lost track of him when we came up. This Dragon Scale Divine Hall has so many branching paths. Do you have any idea which one he took?”

“Also, about that Mu Feng from the White Bone Hall you mentioned… how strong was his cultivation?”

Monk Bu Se put his palms together, pointed downward, and said, “After coming out of the passage by the cliff, there are five forking paths. Counting from the left, it’s the second one… After your friend killed Mu Feng, he went up the mountain via that second path.”

“The path I am on now is the fourth.”

This Monk Bu Se could lie without batting an eye.

Moreover, his usual sleazy demeanor was completely gone. No matter how you looked at him, he seemed like an enlightened monk.

His tone was slow as he continued, “As for that Mu Feng, he was at the Seventh Heaven of the King Martial Realm…”

“The Seventh Heaven of the King Martial Realm!” Yin Tianchou’s expression changed, but he quickly concealed it. “I see. So after killing Mu Feng of the White Bone Hall, he took the second path? How long ago was that, approximately?”

“It’s been a little over three days. I’m afraid if you go after him now…” Before Monk Bu Se could finish, Yin Tianchou, burning with impatience, was already flying back the way he came!

“Thank you for the guidance, Master… Senior Brother, let’s go!” Yin Tianchou’s voice echoed in the air as he disappeared around a bend in the path.

In the past three days, Yin Tianchou and Duan Chenfeng had already explored two of the paths.

Now that he finally had a lead on the Ghost-faced Person from Monk Bu Se, Yin Tianchou couldn’t stand it any longer. He wished he could catch up immediately and slaughter the man!

Although the Ghost-faced Person sounded powerful, with a cultivation far beyond his own, the fact that he’d fought a Seventh Heaven King Martial Realm Martial Artist meant that no matter how strong he was, he was still only in the King Martial Realm.

And he, Yin Tianchou, had Duan Chenfeng—a master at the Seventh Heaven of the Emperor Martial Realm—right by his side!

After Yin Tianchou’s figure disappeared, Duan Chenfeng shot Monk Bu Se a cold glance and suddenly asked, “Monk, which Sect are you from?”

“Amitabha. I am from the Ruyi Buddha Sect. My dharma name is Bu Se,” Monk Bu Se answered calmly.

Many of the experts who had entered the Dragon Scale Divine Hall knew of his identity.

There was no need to hide it.

Duan Chenfeng said with some surprise, “The Ruyi Buddha Sect? What is your relationship with Monk Yan Kong? I met him once, three years ago. I wonder how he is now?”

Monk Bu Se paused for a moment. “Senior, I’m afraid you must be mistaken. Five years ago, my Martial Granduncle Yan Kong fought Dao Wuqing, the Left Protector of the Ta Feng Country’s Celestial Demon Sect, in the Hengduan Mountains. He was struck by Dao Wuqing’s ‘Celestial Demon Hand’ and has been in seclusion healing for the past five years. He has not gone out at all.”

Seeing that Monk Bu Se could clearly state the time, place, and reason for Monk Yan Kong’s injury, Duan Chenfeng’s expression relaxed slightly.

With a soft snort, Duan Chenfeng dissolved into a sandstorm and vanished before Monk Bu Se’s eyes.

Inside the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron, Shen Lang couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re quite the monk, spinning lies so effortlessly. Aren’t you afraid of incurring the Buddha’s wrath?”

Monk Bu Se put his palms together. “Amitabha. One must speak to different people in different ways.”

“That young man in brocade, Yin Tianchou, may have an extraordinary bearing, but the Evil Qi between his brows is overwhelming. He’s no saint… Those two… I fear they’ve come with malicious intent.”

“Besides, when he described Martial Uncle Ancestor’s appearance, I clearly saw a flash of hatred in his eyes. He’s obviously here to seek revenge against you, Martial Uncle Ancestor. How could I possibly tell him the truth?”

“By doing this, I’m actually saving him… Saving a life is more meritorious than creating a Seventh Level Massacre.”

Shen Lang couldn’t help but roll his eyes again. “You’ve really got a silver tongue. You could talk white into black and black into red… It’s a waste for you to be a monk. You should have been an official, someone even greater than a Prince.”

“Ah… Does Martial Uncle Ancestor think I could be the Emperor?” Monk Bu Se couldn’t help but ask.

“No,” Shen Lang said with a smirk. “I’m saying you could be the Nine Thousand Years.”

“…” Monk Bu Se was speechless for a long moment. After a while, he finally said, “I only broke my vows for Martial Uncle Ancestor’s sake. I hope you’ll put in a good word for me with the Buddha.”

Shen Lang cursed with a laugh, “Damn it, I’m not dead yet! Where am I supposed to find the Buddha? If you want to go, go by yourself. Don’t drag me into it!”

At this point, Shen Lang’s gaze suddenly turned cold again.

It didn’t matter if they were from the War God Hall or not, nor did it matter why they harbored such hatred for him…

As long as they posed a threat, Shen Lang would not hesitate to eliminate them!

‘But I’ve barely encountered anyone since entering this Dragon Scale Divine Hall. The only karmic entanglement I have is with Mu Feng, whom I killed earlier. But he was from the White Bone Hall, which has absolutely nothing to do with the White Banner of the Five-Colored Banner. So why are people from the White Banner looking for me?’

‘As for Jun Tianyu, I already instructed him not to tell anyone about me. No one else should know what happened in the Hungry Ghost Dao.’

‘And aside from the Hungry Ghost Dao, I’ve barely shown my face anywhere else. So how could I have made enemies?’

Shen Lang rested his chin on his hand, mentally reviewing the sequence of events since he entered the Dragon Scale Divine Hall.

In this world, there is no love without reason, nor is there hatred without a cause.

For two strangers with whom he had no conflict of interest to be hunting him down for revenge… this matter was not so simple.

‘They’ve never met me, yet they know my attire and features like the back of their hand, and they’re from the White Banner of the Five-Colored Banner… Does this mean they used the White Banner Lineage’s ‘Qi Gathering White Flag Formation’ to replay what I did in the Hungry Ghost Dao?’

‘Someone who can use the ‘Qi Gathering White Flag Formation’ and has an Emperor Martial Late Stage Realm expert as a follower… this kid must have a powerful background. It seems he’s likely Bai Luobing’s most valued disciple, or perhaps the descendant of a relative or close friend.’

With just a little deduction, Shen Lang understood a great deal.

Back then, to find out who had taken the Heaven-Slaying Trident, Yin Tianchou had indeed used this “Qi Gathering White Flag Formation”!

‘Using the ‘Qi Gathering White Flag Formation’ with his level of cultivation would be a great strain. For him to be forced to do so, and then to hate me and want to find me… it couldn’t be for any reason other than what happened in the Hungry Ghost Dao.’

‘And within the Hungry Ghost Dao, besides the Heaven-Slaying Trident and Ghost Venerable Ye Youming, there doesn’t seem to be anything else that would have attracted the attention of the White Banner Lineage, right?’

Unraveling the entire matter as if peeling an onion layer by layer, Shen Lang’s gaze grew even colder.

He wasn’t worried that Yin Tianchou might have used the “Qi Gathering White Flag Formation” to see him use the Star Absorption Technique, or the things he discussed with the Ghost Venerable.

The “Qi Gathering White Flag Formation” was very limited in what past events it could reveal, and its effectiveness was highly dependent on the caster’s cultivation.

If Yin Tianchou had really heard his conversation with Ghost Venerable Ye Youming, how would he dare to be so arrogant as to follow him?

Leaving aside everything else, Duanmu Xie the Zombie alone was more than they could handle.

Rushing to catch up so impatiently… wasn’t that just having a death wish?

‘They say you should spare the monk for the Buddha’s sake, but even if you are Bai Luobing’s man, if you dare provoke me, I will make you wish you were dead!’