"Even a tortoise could crush you, you little turtle," a Taoist priest sneered.

Bian Lang, however, did not believe it. He secretly gathered his strength and casually flipped his right palm forward.

This palm strike, delivered with only a century's worth of internal energy, swept away the fallen leaves like a gust of wind, sending the Taoist priests of the Corpse-Driving Inn flying backward.

Master Mu Cheng was in mid-air, spitting blood continuously. He saw his six disciples being instantly killed by Bian Lang's palm strike.

He was utterly horrified, never expecting that the seemingly unremarkable corpse driver would possess such profound skill.

Even the seemingly indestructible Big Dipper Formation couldn't withstand a single, seemingly casual palm strike from the opponent.

If it were a one-on-one fight, wouldn't I be easily crushed by the opponent like an ant?

In a flash, Master Mu Cheng used the momentum to flip backward, and after landing, he used his lightness skill to escape in a panic.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, Bian Lang was filled with remorse and apologized, "I only gave you a light slap and never intended to kill you. You were just too weak. May you be reborn as oxen in your next life, with thick skin and flesh, so you won't die from being whipped."

So this is what killing feels like. I feel a little uneasy, but mostly I feel a sense of exhilaration at being able to control my own destiny.

For the past ten thousand years, Bian Lang had never personally killed anyone, simply because no one dared to act recklessly towards him.

But starting with the remains of Luo Mo, it seems that Corpse Brother intends to push Bian Lang into the vortex of Jianghu disputes.

In the world of martial arts, killing is inevitable, and Bian Lang has never claimed to be a good person.

By the time the bodies of the Taoist priests were disposed of, it was already broad daylight.

He took out some dry rations, ate a few bites, and lay back down on the straw pile.

The early bird catches the worm, and getting enough sleep is the most important thing.

Several days later, after arriving at his destination and delivering the body, Bian Lang headed to Xiangyang City.

The city of Xiangyang was in ruins during the war.

Ragged beggars can be seen everywhere on the streets.

Even more wounded soldiers walked by, supporting each other, their faces filled with despair.

He managed to steal quite a bit of silver from the disciples of the Corpse-Driving Inn.

This is ill-gotten wealth, so it's best to give it to these beggars on the street so they can have a full meal.

Bian Lang found an inn, but all the upper rooms were full, and only one lower room was left.

For Bian Lang, who often slept on haystacks, the lower room was already paradise.

After eating a bowl of hot noodles, Bian Lang went back to his room to rest.

As soon as I lay down, the corpse-driving ball jumped out.

Within four months, bring Qiao Feng's remains to the Beggars' Sect.

The Beggars' Sect will be selecting corpse drivers the day after tomorrow.

If Bian Lang hadn't wanted to join in the fun, even if Brother Corpse had assigned him this task, there wouldn't have been enough time.

But Bian Lang felt that it was very likely that the Corpse Brother had assigned him this task precisely because he had come here to join in the fun.

Any task assigned by the Corpse Brother will ultimately belong to Bian Lang. No matter how skilled a corpse driver is, they cannot take the corpse away.

The method used by the Corpse Brother was very simple: those corpse drivers could not control the corpses.

If the corpse-driver cannot raise the corpse, then naturally he cannot drive the corpse.

Lying in bed improves sleep quality.

I slept soundly until noon the next day, and all the fatigue of the past few days was swept away.

In just the last few days, a large number of martial arts practitioners have flooded into Xiangyang City.

The persecution of the chivalrous Qiao Feng by the Jin traitors undoubtedly aroused the anger of the entire martial arts world.

After waking up, Bian Lang went to the street and found that there were more martial arts practitioners than beggars.

Many martial arts practitioners, after arriving in Xiangyang City, wanted to go to Juxiong Manor, where Qiao Feng's body was kept.

But nowadays, Juxiong Manor is heavily guarded, and it is extremely difficult to enter without a token.

Before he knew it, Bian Lang had arrived near Juxiong Manor.

It is said that Juxiong Manor was built by wealthy families in Xiangyang City after Qiao Feng came to the city.

After that, any heroes from the martial arts world who came to Xiangyang to help would stay at Juxiong Manor. Juxiong Manor quickly became famous and became the number one manor in the martial arts world.

Now that Qiao Feng's body is laid to rest here after his death, Juxiong Manor has become famous throughout the world.

"So it's Lord Shangguan, please come in." At the entrance of Juxiong Manor, there were Beggar Clan disciples standing guard.

Bian Lang looked in the direction of the sound and saw a red figure walking into Juxiong Manor.

Bian Lang was certain that the person was Shangguan Hongyu.

Qiao Feng's death was a major event in the martial arts world.

It's quite normal for Shangguan Hongyu to be here.

After dinner, Bian Lang returned to the inn and continued to catch up on his sleep.

Early the next morning, everyone staying at the inn flocked to Juxiong Manor.

Those who do not meet the required qualifications cannot enter Juxiong Manor in advance, but today, Juxiong Manor welcomes all who come.

The search for a corpse driver for Qiao Feng should be open, transparent, and absolutely fair and just.

The selection of corpse drivers takes place after nightfall, while the daytime is mainly for holding memorial activities.

The prominent figures in the martial arts world decided to follow Qiao Feng's last wish, using it to unite the entire martial arts community in the fight against the Jin invaders and protect Xiangyang.

Qiao Feng's sacrifice united the entire martial arts world like never before.

But this unity is all superficial.

For example, when the Beggars' Sect recruited corpse drivers, many sects in the martial arts world also sought out corpse drivers in order to compete with the Corpse-Driving Inn.

Although the Corpse-Driving Inn is a sect composed of corpse-driving people, there are still some highly skilled corpse-driving people in the world who are not affiliated with any sect and have the ability to defeat the top corpse-driving people in the Corpse-Driving Inn.

Whichever sect can successfully deliver Qiao Feng's remains to the Beggars' Sect will surely earn the respect of the entire martial arts world and greatly enhance their status.

Juxiongzhuang was packed with people, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Bian Lang casually walked by and saw many experts giving instructions to the corpse drivers their sects had found.

Although they didn't know how the Beggars' Sect would select their candidates, they were all aware that their strongest opponent was the Corpse-Driving Inn.

The Corpse-Driving Inn has developed rapidly in recent years, and its sect is extremely powerful. If it is not curbed, the small sects in the martial arts world that are close to its main inn will have no room to survive.

Bian Lang searched everywhere but couldn't find Shangguan Hongyu. Perhaps he had misjudged her yesterday.

"I'm not targeting any of you seniors, but when it comes to the ability to transport corpses, I still maintain that Bian Lang is the best in the world." Shangguan Hongyu's voice suddenly drifted out from the courtyard.

Bian Lang was puzzled to hear that Shangguan Hongyu was actually speaking up for him.

Looking closer to the courtyard gate, one could see that the person arguing with Shangguan Hongyu was a group of Taoist priests, among whom was Master Mucheng.

Shangguan Hongyu praised Bian Lang in front of the seniors at the Corpse-Driving Inn, specifically his corpse-driving abilities, which was bound to offend people.

"Master Shangguan, as everyone knows, my Corpse-Driving Inn started out by driving corpses. Although our status in the martial arts world is not as high as that of the Beggars' Sect, Shaolin, and Wudang, it is not something that a small Righteous Fortress can ride on our heads..." The speaker was none other than Daoist Mu Cheng.

Shangguan Hongyu asked in confusion, "What am I, a weak woman, doing, riding on the head of a senior?"

“If Lord Shangguan is in the mood, I might as well ride on the young lady’s back,” a round-faced Taoist priest said lewdly.

The tall Taoist standing next to the round-faced Taoist chuckled and said, "Senior brother, let's go together."

"Brothers and sisters who want to play, shall we join together?" the round-faced Taoist priest shouted, egging them on.