The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 47, The Black and White Duo

"stop!"

At that moment, a loud voice rang out, causing a commotion among the crowd. Then, the crowd parted automatically like a tide, and two figures emerged.

These two are quite distinctive; they're middle-aged, but their image is still rather flamboyant.

The pale-faced, beardless man wore a black robe, while the man with a face as black as charcoal wore a white robe. They were the Black and White Duo that Li Lang had seen in Qifeng Tower that day, the high-ranking officials of Prince Jing's Mansion, powerful martial artists, and ruthless killers who killed without blinking an eye.

Upon seeing the two, Zhu, Shi, and Wang froze, then stood aside like three children who had done something wrong, looking extremely uneasy as if they had seen a living ghost approaching.

"Old folks, save me! These people have no martial ethics!" Tu Si came back to life in that instant, scrambling to grab Bai Sha's leg, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Hmph! Useless thing." Bai Sha sneered, and with a slight twitch of his leg, Tu Si flew out like a dead dog again.

Hei Sha remained expressionless, merely glancing coldly at the three men, Zhu Shi and Wang, who stood anxiously to the side, before fixing his gaze on Li Lang.

"Are you the one Chu Yan brought back from Langya Mountain?" Hei Sha asked coldly.

Upon hearing this, Li Lang was startled. He had long felt that the woman would be troublesome, but he hadn't expected the trouble to be this big, with people from the Prince Jing's mansion coming to help.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to sell the hot potato of blood jade pendant. Now, as long as he stubbornly denies it, no one can do anything to him.

"Who is Chu Yan? Do you know her?" Li Lang turned to Feng Chu, his face full of doubt.

"Yeah, they're all from the 'chu' generation, you should know them, right?" Wolong turned his head as well, his sincere expression unable to hide his cheeky nature.

"Get lost! You're the one with the 'chu' in your name, your whole family is from the 'chu' generation!" Fengchu was so angry that her face turned ashen, and she kicked Wolong.

"Hehe, it's just a virgin. If you don't know her, you don't know her. What's there to be angry about? Really." Wolong was an agile fat man. He dodged the attack while still being able to easily tease Hei Sha, and then replied to him.

"Hey, you dark-faced guy, I've already asked around, no one knows him. I'll let it go this time, but next time, be more polite when asking questions, okay? Otherwise, you'll easily get beaten up." This time, Wolong's expression was genuinely sincere.

The two demons looked at the sincere fat man, their lips trembling as they tried their best to suppress their raging emotions.

"Hand over the item, and you'll be safe. That item isn't something you can possess," Bai Sha said coldly to Li Lang. He knew his purpose in coming here and couldn't afford to lose sight of the bigger picture for a small gain.

"Hehe, that won't do. This is something I went through a lot of trouble to get. It's what I need to make a living. You're just making things difficult for me." Li Lang knew they wanted the blood jade pendant, but he really didn't have it, so he could only try to come up with a crooked excuse.

"Pah! You old geezer! Our jade soap, made with an ancient formula, is meant to make money. And you think you can just steal it in broad daylight with a few words? Are there any shameless people like you in this world? Is there no law?"

Sure enough, Wolong was the first to get excited. He was about to make a lot of money and live a good life with Li Lang, and he was really willing to fight to the death if anyone tried to take the fruit from him.

"Heh heh, the law? The prince is the law!" The two scoundrels laughed in anger, finally losing their patience.

The two shouted and took a step forward in unison, releasing an invisible aura that made it hard for others to breathe. This was the aura of a strong person.

If there's a disagreement, they'll resort to violence; that's the rule of the strong.

Dayuan was founded on military strength and has lasted for three hundred years. Although its culture is flourishing, martial arts remain the foundation of the nation.

A martial artist is someone who practices martial arts, tempering their skin and flesh, honing their muscles and bones, and persevering through countless hardships. Those with perseverance can achieve minor success in a few years, making contributions on the battlefield or roaming the martial world, all of which bring them joy in life.

When a martial artist reaches the pinnacle, they become a powerful figure. This requires talent, a gift from heaven, which allows them to exude a powerful aura with every gesture, intimidating others.

"Wow!"

The onlookers erupted in excited commotion. A powerful figure was about to make a move; this trip had truly been worthwhile.

The two demons stepped forward, while the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix were not to be outdone. They were young and inexperienced, and had no concept of strength yet. They only knew that if anyone made their lives miserable, they would not let anyone else have an easy time either.

"Wait," Li Lang spoke again amidst the tense standoff, "We are complete strangers to these two, why are you pressing us so relentlessly?"

"Hmph, you ignorant fool, you dare to oppose Prince Jing and force him? You're not worthy! If you don't hand over the item within three breaths, I'll make you struggle." Hei Sha seemed to have a violent temper, his words dripping with gunpowder.

"Sigh, I can't fight city hall. Fine, I'll leave it to you guys." Li Lang sighed, reaching into his pocket, seemingly giving up.

"Brother Lang, we can't give it to them! This is our hard-won chance to turn things around. We can give it our all!" Upon seeing this, Wolong was extremely anxious and shouted out.

"That's right, Brother Lang, we can't give it to them. I can take a gamble." Not only Wolong, but even Fengchu panicked, and even the Four Heroes also tried to dissuade him in unison, "Brother Lang, we can take a gamble."

"Shut up! Is your stuff more important than your life? Compared to our friendship, material possessions are nothing but dust. It's not worth losing your life for them. Just give them to them. Wherever we go in the future, we'll have a chance to make a comeback."

Li Lang raised his voice, meaning he wanted everyone present to hear clearly that they were the ones being coerced, and that this was very important.

Sure enough, the weak being oppressed is something to be pitied, and some of the onlookers began to whisper among themselves.

"Aren't the people from Prince Jing's mansion too domineering?"

"Exactly, in broad daylight, this is blatant robbery."

"This playboy seems pretty good."

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"By the way, which one of you is Prince Jing?" Suddenly, Li Lang changed the subject and asked the two shrewd men.

Ersha was taken aback by the question, thinking, "Is this guy an idiot?"

"You're not imposters, are you?" Li Lang asked again. "I knew it! How could a prince do such a despicable thing? Are you bandits? Specializing in robbing innocent people?"

In a single sentence, Li Lang labeled these two scoundrels as bandits.

"You little brat, how dare you make fun of me! You're asking for death!" This time, Er Sha was truly enraged, gritting his teeth and his face contorting into a ferocious expression.

"Hmph, you old bastards, I've put up with you for too long. Since you're courting death, I'll use you to establish my authority today." At this moment, Li Lang stopped pretending, his face also contorted with rage. His voice, initially low, suddenly rose sharply, "Robbers are killing people!"

The two demons could no longer tolerate it, and with a heavy stomp, they attacked in a rage.