The route from Luoyang to Xishenge is lined with inns for transporting corpses.
Even with thirteen corpses in tow, Bian Lang could easily cross the mountain and move the corpses if he wanted to.
Since he wasn't in a hurry, he was happy to take his time and make sure he could get a good night's sleep every night.
He appeared relaxed, but Bian Lang was actually very vigilant.
Given the Corpse Brother's nature, if this corpse-driving attempt fails, his period of abstinence could potentially extend by over a thousand years.
After all, these thirteen corpses, regardless of gender, were all notorious lecherous thieves in the martial arts world during their lifetimes. One corpse plus a hundred years of abstinence from sex would be a light punishment.
I go to bed early at night and wake up before noon the next day.
Bian Lang didn't go anywhere; he just practiced his skills at the Corpse-Transporting Inn.
When you obtain the Tathagata Palm, you have already reached the Great Perfection and there is no need to practice it anymore.
The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms that he obtained later were merely techniques, requiring diligent practice.
Having driven corpses for thousands of years, he had never obtained any martial arts manuals. He could only hope that the Corpse Brother would reward him with some internal energy after each mission.
After ten thousand years of corpse-driving, he only accumulated five hundred years of internal energy. Although he was considered invincible in the martial arts world, Bian Lang always felt somewhat aggrieved.
When facing an enemy, the moves they use are like children fighting, which is not elegant at all.
Without a master's guidance, mastering the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms requires even greater effort.
"A corpse driver is actually secretly practicing the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms." A cold laugh suddenly came from the shadows.
Bian Lang stopped what he was doing and chuckled, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."
"You can't even practice it yourself, how can you teach me?" The man leaped down from behind the roof, as light as a swallow, and was exceptionally handsome.
Broken Waves?
Upon seeing the man's appearance, Bian Lang was secretly shocked.
Although the world of Fengyun is called a martial arts world, in all honesty, it is by no means a martial arts world.
There are dragons, qilin, and even immortal beings. A single sword, a single blade, or a single palm strike can destroy the heavens and the earth. It's practically a world of immortals and heroes.
If this person is truly Duan Lang, how would he know the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?
Bian Lang asked, "Are you Duan Lang?"
"You recognize me?" This time it was Duan Lang's turn to be shocked.
In search of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, he inexplicably arrived at this place and learned that there really was someone in this world who knew the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. However, when he went to find him, he discovered that the person was already dead.
Even though the person is dead, the martial arts manual may very well remain.
Duan Lang was on his way to the Beggars' Sect headquarters in Luoyang when he unexpectedly saw a corpse driver practicing the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms at the Corpse-Driving Inn.
As the saying goes, "You can search high and low without finding it," but it really comes to you effortlessly.
Bian Lang asked with a smile, "Could it be that people from the world of Fengyun are also in this world?"
"Feng Yun?" Duan Lang's expression hardened.
The people he hated most were Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun.
No matter what, he must obtain the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, slay dragons to become stronger, and defeat the tyrants.
"Hand it over." Duan Lang stretched out his hand towards Bian Lang.
Bian Lang asked, "What?"
"Naturally, it's the secret manual of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," Duan Lang said.
Bian Lang shook his head.
"People never shed tears until they see the coffin." Duan Lang slowly drew his Fire Kirin Sword.
The sharp sword energy sent chills down one's spine, yet also made one feel somewhat hot.
Bian Lang laughed and said, "Your name is Duan Lang, and mine is Bian Lang. We are both waves, so why should one wave overturn the other?"
"Hand over the secret manual, and I'll spare your life." Duan Lang's eyes were fierce.
Bian Lang slowly raised his right hand and said softly, "I'd like to try and see if my current strength is enough to defeat you."
Duan Lang is not a talkative person; he always lets his sword do the talking.
The Fire Kirin Sword was swung out with a whoosh, bringing with it a burst of fierce and scorching flames.
Bian Lang dodged the sword's edge in a flash, and at the same time, he was already out of the Corpse Transport Inn.
"Duan Lang, don't hurt Xi Shen!" Bian Lang shouted.
If Duan Lang were to ignite the Corpse-Driving Inn with his sword and burn those thirteen auspicious spirits, even tearing Duan Lang to pieces would not be enough to quell Bian Lang's hatred.
Shangguan Hongyu is a really nice girl, and with his abstinence period about to end, Bian Lang really wants to spend his life with her.
Although sex is not necessary, even the best relationship cannot last without it.
Duan Lang had no interest in the corpses and immediately used his lightness skill to catch up with Bian Lang in a few moves.
The Fire Kirin Sword slashed out diagonally once more.
The flames blazed across the sky, turning grass and trees to ash wherever they passed.
Instead of confronting the enemy head-on, Bian Lang chose to dodge.
Duan Lang's several moves all missed their mark.
He couldn't discern Bian Lang's skill level, only knowing that Bian Lang's lightness technique was extremely advanced.
But you can't beat Duan Lang with your lightness skill.
Seeing that Duan Lang had stopped attacking, Bian Lang stood atop the canopy of a towering tree and sighed softly, "Duan Lang, your reckless sword swings are causing too much environmental damage."
You have to understand that those big trees have grown to their current state after enduring hundreds of years of wind and rain, and yet they were destroyed by Duan Lang's sword.
"If you feel sorry for the tree, then don't hide." Duan Lang was also having a headache.
Bian Lang was like a slippery eel; no matter how swift the Fire Kirin Sword was, it couldn't catch him.
Bian Lang, with his hands behind his back, chuckled and said, "That's right, I definitely won't dodge the next sword strike."
"Really?" Duan Lang didn't believe it.
Bian Lang sneered, "I am not you, a person who breaks their word, is two-faced, despicable, and shameless..."
Duan Lang shouted and swiftly leaped into the air, slashing out with his sword.
The sword's light condensed into a dragon, roaring like thunder, causing even the blazing sun to lose its luster.
With a single sword strike imbued with the power of a lifetime, Duan Lang was determined not to let Bian Lang fail to dodge.
If Bian Lang manages to dodge the sword again, Duan Lang plans to return to the Corpse-Driving Inn and destroy the corpses.
For corpse drivers, the God of Happiness is their life.
The raging fire dragon rushed in with lightning speed; even from a distance, the waves could feel the intense heat.
Then look at Duan Lang, who is right behind the fire dragon, ready to strike again at any moment.
Bian Lang secretly gathered his strength and suddenly flipped his right palm forward.
A giant golden palm print appeared out of thin air, accompanied by chanting Buddhist mantras, shattering the fire dragon into pieces.
The palm print did not disappear; it struck Duan Lang at an even faster speed.
Duan Lang was greatly shocked and unleashed several sword strikes in quick succession.
The powerful and terrifying sword energy failed to shatter the golden palm print. A tremendous force surged forth, creating a devastating wave that crashed backward.
Boom!
The palm print pierced through a distant mountain peak, actually smashing through the mountain and leaving behind a clear and terrifyingly huge palm print.
"I never imagined that the Tathagata Palm would have such power." Bian Lang was startled.
If this palm strike were to fall from the sky, the earth would probably be pierced through!
Bian Lang used his lightness skill to pass through the palm print and quickly found Duan Lang.
Duan Lang collapsed on the riverbank, coughing up blood and looking utterly wretched.
"This didn't kill you?" Bian Lang was truly shocked.
The vitality of the broken waves is truly tenacious.
"Who...who are you?" Duan Lang opened his mouth, and blood gushed out like a spring.
Although he still had a breath left, he knew very well that he, Duan Lang, was going to perish here.
Bian Lang clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, "Bian Lang, the corpse driver of Justice Fortress."
"Haha..." Duan Lang suddenly stood up and laughed loudly.
But after only a few laughs, he collapsed and died.
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