Bian Lang woke up at dusk and smelled a wonderful fragrance before he even opened his eyes.

Shangguan Hongyu caught a pheasant, and the meat is already stewing, emitting a wonderful aroma.

Neither of them spoke. After finishing their meal, they continued their journey, transporting the corpses.

Although Shangguan Hongyu is the young lady of Zhengyi Fortress, her cooking skills are truly superb. Her stewed pheasant soup is absolutely amazing.

"The dead are on their way, the living must avoid them..." As he passed through a village, Bian Lang rang the soul-summoning bell from afar and shouted at the top of his lungs.

If anyone wandering around a village hears this sound, they will quickly hide inside their house.

It is very unlucky for a living person to encounter a corpse-driving party.

"It's too quiet here," Shangguan Hongyu whispered from behind.

Bian Lang remained calm and chuckled, "There are countless people who want Rama's remains."

"Master Bian doesn't want it?" Shangguan Hongyu asked curiously.

Bian Lang said, "Luo Mo's internal energy can repair what is missing, but I'm not missing those two ounces of flesh, so what use is it to me?"

"Two ounces of meat?" Shangguan Hongyu was quite puzzled.

Bian Lang chuckled and said, "To have children, you need those two ounces of flesh."

"You lecherous scoundrel." Shangguan Hongyu understood instantly and spat on the ground.

Bian Lang said disdainfully, "Miss Shangguan, you're a corpse now, can't you at least have some acting skills?"

She rarely spoke to Bian Lang along the way, but unexpectedly, after only a few words, Bian Lang found a way to take advantage of her.

"The deceased..." Upon entering the town, Bian Lang had to constantly remind people that the corpse-driver was passing through the town, and unless it was a matter of life and death, they should not go out.

Knock knock knock.

Suddenly, a dense, rain-like sound of drums came from ahead.

"The young nun is only sixteen, in the prime of her youth, but her master has shaved off her hair. I am a delicate woman, not a man, so why do I wear a yellow sash and a straight robe?" The drumbeats are urgent, and it turns out that someone is performing a play.

The singer's voice was rough and dull, but it had the advantage of strong breath control, and each word was powerful and resonant.

"It's the middle of the night, are they putting on a show for ghosts?" Shangguan Hongyu had initially thought the town was eerily quiet, but who knew that the show would be so lively once it started.

Bian Lang said, "Perhaps it's for the gods to sing."

There has been a long-standing tradition of performing operas for deities in folk culture, and this custom has continued to be passed down for thousands of years.

"Should we go around it?" Shangguan Hongyu didn't know much about the corpse-driving profession.

Bian Lang said, "If you can't turn back when transporting corpses, even a god would have to step aside."

"What talk of beautiful flowers, a full moon, and long life? How much sorrow lies in this vast land? The barbarian cavalry, like jackals and wolves, drink their fill in the Yellow River, where their blood flows." Several colorful wooden puppets suddenly descended from the sky and landed not far ahead.

Shangguan Hongyu was shocked when she saw it and immediately thought of Lian Sheng.

Few in the martial arts world know of Lian Sheng, but his other name is widely known.

A magician.

The Black Stone Assassins have also come to steal Rama's remains?

If it was just the magician's doing, it wouldn't be so bad. But if King Yama ordered all the Black Stone assassins to be mobilized, then things would be much more complicated.

There are too many evil forces in the martial arts world, and the allure of Luo Mo's remains is too strong. Encountering these troubles was all within Shangguan Hongyu's expectations.

"I am passing through your esteemed land while transporting corpses, and I hope you can grant me this favor." Bian Lang stopped and bowed with clasped hands.

A wooden puppet girl in a floral dress suddenly took a few steps forward, raised her hand to cover her mouth, and said in a coquettish voice, "If you don't want to die, leave your corpse behind and get out."

"There are rules for corpse driving. It has always been that the person lives as long as the corpse lives, and the person dies when the corpse dies." Bian Lang never caused trouble, but he was never afraid of trouble.

Lian Sheng, a master of acrobatics, lived for sixty years. He was highly skilled in martial arts and was feared by everyone in the martial arts world.

But he could never withstand Bian Lang's palm strike.

Even if the Wheel-Turning King himself were to arrive, it would be the same.

Having driven corpses for nearly ten thousand years, Bian Lang has only accumulated five hundred years of internal energy. Yet, he is an invincible force in any martial arts world.

"What are Pan Wang's clowns worth mentioning? My sword can stop thousands of soldiers." The puppeteer sang the lyrics again, and the colorful puppets lying across the street suddenly rose into the air and flew towards Bian Lang.

Bian Lang secretly gathered his strength, but before he could make a move, a sword light suddenly appeared beside him.

Shangguan Hongyu, wielding a long sword, grazed past Bian Lang's body. With a clang, the sword trembled, and several colorful wooden puppets turned into wood chips, falling like snowflakes from the sky.

"Thousands of mountains, ten thousand mountains, even the highest mountains cannot stop the predestined marriage that spans thousands of miles." The opera performer floated down from a rooftop to the street, his body hunched over, his old face contorted with rage.

The magician was extremely excited.

With so many corpse drivers appearing at Justice Fortress, the whereabouts of Rama's remains remain elusive.

Since Shangguan Hongyu is here, it is enough to prove that Luo Mo's remains are also here. He is really lucky.

The reason why the magician joined the Blackrock organization was because Blackrock had a very reliable source of information.

The remains of Rama are said to grant invincibility; which martial artist wouldn't covet them?

"Young Miss, why waste your life for a corpse? Why not come with me and I'll give you endless pleasure every day?" The opera singer completely disregarded Shangguan Hongyu.

In Justice Fortress, only the old fortress lord Shangguan Xiong is a significant figure. Not to mention the magician, even the Wheel King of Black Stone Territory has to be wary of him.

Others may not know, but the magician knows very well that Shangguan Xiong is dead, and the martial arts world no longer has a stronghold of justice.

In the martial arts world, Shangguan Hongyu was known only for her beauty, and no one had ever heard of how skilled she was in martial arts.

However, judging from the swordsmanship she just displayed, it was quite reminiscent of her father's style.

Shangguan Xiong conquered the world with a long spear, but his daughter abandoned the spear and took up a sword; she was truly an unfilial daughter.

The blood-red sword in Shangguan Hongyu's hands moved with unpredictable speed and dexterity, sometimes advancing, sometimes retreating, sometimes forceful, sometimes gentle, its endless variations dazzling the eye.

Bian Lang could tell that Shangguan Hongyu had incorporated spear techniques into swordsmanship, just as a magician could use various magic tricks as weapons, which was quite unique.

It is extremely difficult for anyone but a true martial arts genius to master it.

But beneath the magician's cloak, it seemed, lay an endless treasure.

If one puppet is destroyed, two more will appear.

Not to mention that some common, random things could be turned into deadly weapons in his hands.

The magician performed a series of flashy tricks, but when he looked down, he saw that the ground was covered in trash.

They underestimated this young woman; the opera performer was forced to retreat backward by Shangguan Hongyu.

"I longed to be with you under the flowers and moon, but alas, fate has not been kind to me." The opera singer sang as he retreated, pulling a rope from under his cloak.

This rope is the Heavenly Rope, the prized possession of the magician. The divine rope he wields is unstoppable, killing gods and demons alike.

Anyone taken away by the divine rope will inevitably be beheaded.

The magician travels the world, and whenever the Heavenly Rope is unleashed, the Immortal's Rope is sure to claim a life.

Shangguan Hongyu knew the power of the Immortal Rope and knew that she had to seize the initiative and sever its Heavenly Rope in order to break this move.

With a flick of his wrist, the magician sent the rope soaring straight into the sky.

The magician, hanging on it, chuckled and said, "Miss Shangguan, come over here and give me a kiss, so I can send you on your way."