There are countless inns for transporting corpses all over the world, and their locations are basically fixed.

A corpse driver carrying multiple corpses would travel from one corpse-driving inn to the next in a single night, a process that was extremely mentally and physically exhausting.

For a corpse driver, being able to successfully travel from one corpse-driving inn to another is considered extremely fortunate.

Therefore, the difficulty of transporting corpses across the mountain pass can be imagined.

Even the most experienced corpse-drivers in the martial arts world would never overstep their bounds to transport corpses unless absolutely necessary.

Master Mu Cheng held a high position at the Corpse-Driving Inn and boasted of his superb corpse-driving skills, yet he had never actually crossed the inn to drive corpses in his entire life.

Bian Lang remained calm, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd as he said indifferently, "If not for this, how could we catch up with such petty villains?"

"Who the hell are you cursing?" a Taoist priest in a green robe shouted angrily.

Bian Lang chuckled, "Your mouth is so foul, the Corpse-Driving Inn truly lives up to its reputation."

"Young man, is there some misunderstanding between us?" Master Mu Cheng glared fiercely at the disciple who had sworn.

If Master Mu Cheng wasn't acting, it would prove that this guy is a good person.

Bian Lang pointed to the corpse at the door and said, "Senior, please take a look."

Master Mu Cheng approached the corpse and carefully examined the talisman on its forehead.

The bloodstains on the talisman were quite glaring.

"Who did this?" Master Mu Cheng slowly turned around, his old face contorted with rage.

All the disciples kept their heads down and no one spoke.

“Master, we didn’t do anything. Perhaps this person is just making false accusations,” a young Taoist priest said, mustering his courage.

Another person immediately chimed in, "Yes, we are all disciples of the Corpse-Driving Inn, and we know the rules well. How could we violate them?"

Master Mu Cheng remained silent.

Bian Lang watched the show with a smile.

Master Mu Cheng smiled wryly, muttered incantations, and suddenly drew his peach wood sword, lightly touching the talisman on the corpse's forehead.

The bloodstains placed on the talismans floated up and splattered onto their respective owners.

The Taoist priest who had tampered with the talisman collapsed to his knees, stammering, "Master, I... I was framed by this person..."

"Young brother, you used your blood to suppress the soul and risked great danger to cross the mountain to transport the corpse, all just to frame you?" Master Mu Cheng rebuked coldly.

Even a fool knows this is impossible.

“Chen Hui, although you are highly talented, your character is flawed. The Corpse-Driving Inn can no longer keep you. I will expel you from the sect now.” Master Mu Cheng made a decisive decision.

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest named Chen Hui collapsed to the ground, choking back tears, "Master, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please don't send me away, please don't..."

Master Mu Cheng seemed determined and unmoved by Chen Hui's pleas. He said to Bian Lang, "Young brother, I failed in my teaching and almost caused your death. Here is ten taels of silver. Please accept it."

Bian Lang could tell that Master Mu Cheng was doing this to save Chen Hui's life.

"Don't worry, senior. I'm very discreet and will never speak ill of others in the martial world." Bian Lang smiled as he accepted the silver from Daoist Mu Cheng.

Although it was still dark, Master Mu Cheng decided to set off with his disciples ahead of schedule.

Chen Hui also left.

Upon reaching the outside of the corpse-driving inn, Master Mu Cheng turned his head and glanced around, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace.

"Master, should we..." The old-looking Taoist priest said, making a throat-slitting gesture.

Master Mu Cheng whispered, "We'll make our move after that kid falls asleep."

The disciples still didn't quite understand, feeling that their master was being too cautious. Just now at the inn, they had all rushed at him, not believing they couldn't kill that brat.

Master Mu Cheng was being so cautious because he wanted his disciples to kill Bian Lang while they were masked, so as not to damage the reputation of the Corpse-Driving Inn.

Chen Hui had changed into his night clothes early and was holding a sharp blade, eager to get started.

As soon as Master Mu Cheng waved his hand, he and several fellow disciples rushed into the Corpse Transport Inn.

Bian Lang slept on the straw.

The group entered the house, and Bian Lang remained motionless.

"Boy, this is what happens when you offend the Corpse Transport Inn." Chen Hui, holding a short knife, slowly approached Bian Lang. As he spoke, he plunged the knife into Bian Lang's heart.

To everyone's surprise, Bian Lang suddenly opened his eyes and grinned.

Chen Hui was truly terrified, but now that the die was cast, he had no choice but to proceed.

"ah……"

"Ah ah..."

Two screams came from behind Chen Hui.

His two junior brothers, who were traveling with him, were tackled by the corpses driven by Bian Lang.

The two junior disciples only had time to let out two screams before their necks were bitten off by the corpse.

Before Chen Hui's knife could even touch Bian Lang's body, he was tackled by another corpse.

"Great hero, spare my life, great hero..." Chen Hui begged for mercy while repeatedly stabbing the corpse's stomach with his short knife.

Bian Lang scoffed, "Is this all the disciples of the Corpse-Driving Inn are capable of?"

They only know how to use a knife on corpses?

Just as Bian Lang stood up, the corpse bit off Chen Hui's neck.

"You three are lucky; you'll get a hot meal even after you die." Bian Lang shook the soul-capturing bell, and the three corpses returned to the doorway, standing motionless against the wall.

Bian Lang had long guessed that Chen Hui would return, but he didn't expect Chen Hui to bring two fellow disciples with him.

Chen Hui has been expelled from the sect by Master Mu Cheng, so it's unlikely that these two fellow disciples will help him anymore.

It can only be said that life is like a play, and it all depends on acting skills.

Master Mu Cheng's performance was superb before; at least Bian Lang believed it back then.

Bian Lang affixed talismans to the three Taoist priests and led them out of the Corpse-Driving Inn.

The disciples of the Corpse Transport Inn who were guarding outside were all greatly alarmed when they saw this scene.

Master Mu Cheng sighed, walked out of his hiding place, and laughed, "Young brother, you are truly a man of great talent."

"You are truly a hidden master, senior," Bian Lang sneered.

Master Mu Cheng, holding a peach wood sword, gently shook his head and said, "Wouldn't it be better to die comfortably under Chen Hui's blade? Why do you have to suffer?"

"It is still unknown who will emerge victorious." Bian Lang never kills people himself, but that doesn't mean he won't.

Why put your body through the strain when a battle can be won with corpses?

"The Big Dipper Formation!" Master Mu Cheng shouted.

The disciples drew their peach wood swords and displayed their lightness skills, their figures darting about unpredictably.

Their positions are like the Big Dipper.

Master Mu Cheng stands at the handle of the Big Dipper, undoubtedly the spearhead of the entire formation; all that's needed is to focus on attacking.

The other six disciples acted as shields; with the shields protecting them, the spears were even more blatantly sharp.

The three corpses, including Chen Hui, rushed forward, but were instantly cleaved into pieces by Daoist Mu Cheng.

Bian Lang clapped his hands and cheered, saying, "Senior is indeed ruthless, not even sparing his own disciple."

"Stop talking nonsense! Your fellow disciples have already died at the hands of you, you devil!" a slightly overweight Taoist priest scolded.

Master Mu Cheng remained silent, slowly moving forward.

The same was true for the six disciples; a terrifying pressure surged forward.

Bian Lang scoffed, "The Heavenly Dipper Formation of the Corpse-Driving Inn looks more like a tortoise crawling."