Duan Lang's martial arts skills are so high that he is undoubtedly the best in the world of martial arts.
As a result, Duan Lang couldn't withstand his palm strike.
This gave Bian Lang a clearer understanding of his own abilities.
Picking up the Fire Kirin Sword, Bian Lang thought it was a good sword and could give it to Shangguan Hongyu.
Bian Lang then carried Duan Lang's body and quickly returned to the Corpse Transport Inn.
The thirteen bodies were intact.
Now that Duan Lang's corpse is here, we won't need to personally take action next time we encounter a powerful enemy.
We lit a fire, cooked a meal, and after eating, it was already getting dark.
Once again, Bian Lang set off with the corpses, leaving Duan Lang to cover their retreat. Even if something unexpected happened, it wouldn't matter if Duan Lang's corpse was destroyed.
The procession of fourteen corpses, resembling a god of joy, moved with immense force.
But this was not the longest line that Bian Lang had ever crossed.
On one occasion, his "God of Happiness" procession consisted of as many as twenty bodies; even ghosts would be terrified at the sight of it.
The journey that followed was surprisingly smooth. Nearly twenty days passed, and there were less than ten days left to reach Xishen Pavilion.
During this period, Bian Lang successfully mastered the first three moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.
Without a master to teach him, he had to figure everything out on his own, which made Bian Lang feel that he was even more stupid than Guo Jing.
It had just rained during the day, and the mountain path became slippery and difficult to traverse after nightfall.
Even the waves were moving very slowly.
In the mountains ahead, the disciples of the Corpse-Driving Inn had already laid an ambush.
The murder trap had already been set, just waiting for the prey to take the bait.
Master Mufeng held a peach wood sword, his face grim, already able to imagine the scene of him piercing Bian Lang's heart with this sword.
With Bian Lang dead, Master Mu Feng planned to immediately announce it to the entire martial arts world in order to salvage the reputation of the Corpse Transport Inn.
When the Soul-Capturing Bell rang, everyone became tense.
They were unfamiliar with Bian Lang's martial arts skills. Since even Master Mu Cheng had fallen into Bian Lang's hands, it was clear that this man was not easy to deal with.
Seeing the uneasy state of the crowd, Master Mufeng said in a deep voice, "Without Shangguan Hongyu, killing Bian Lang would be a piece of cake for us."
The disciples understood what Master Mufeng meant: without Shangguan Hongyu's protection, Bian Lang was nothing.
The sound of the Soul-Capturing Bell grew clearer and clearer.
"The dead depart, the living refrain from their journey." Bian Lang's voice gradually became clearer.
Everyone wore mocking expressions.
The people here don't seem to feel thirsty at all, and they're even shouting slogans in this desolate wilderness. Are they trying to get ghosts to hear them?
"Everyone get ready, the prey will soon be trapped." Master Mu Feng was quite excited at this moment.
There was no need to be so cautious when killing Bian Lang.
He made so many preparations because he was worried about an unexpected event. Even if Bian Lang were to be resurrected, Qiao Feng would still have to leave his life here tonight.
When Bian Lang could be seen, everyone held their breath, afraid of disturbing him.
Bian Lang kept walking forward, seemingly unaware of the danger ahead.
As soon as Bian Lang stepped into the trap, Master Mu Feng immediately shouted, "Collect!"
The disciples of the Corpse-Transporting Inn, who were lying in ambush on both sides, pulled on the ropes in their hands.
With a rustling sound, huge nets rose up from both sides, covered with barbed wire.
The barbed wire struck each other with a crisp sound, like funeral music.
Even the most skilled martial arts masters would surely die if they fell into such a trap.
"Duan Lang, go!" Bian Lang could have destroyed the giant net with a single palm strike.
But with Duanlang there, there's no harm in not using it.
Duan Lang drew his Fire Scale Sword and with a single swing, the giant net covered in caltrops instantly turned to ashes amidst the blazing fire.
"This... how is this possible?" Master Mufeng's eyes widened in disbelief.
After Duan Lang broke through the giant net, he darted left and right, and screams of agony echoed under the Fire Kirin Sword.
The disciples of the Corpse-Driving Inn on both sides were all killed by Duan Lang's sword.
Even Master Mufeng was no match for Duan Lang's sword.
Master Mu Feng could not believe it even in death. How could a dead body so easily break the trap that was meant to kill Bian Lang?
Duan Lang then returned to the group and remained motionless.
"What a waste," Bian Lang said with a sense of regret.
A master of Duan Lang's caliber should be saved to deal with even more powerful opponents.
However, they will arrive at Xishen Pavilion in a few days, so it's fine to use it now, since he won't be wandering the world with a corpse in his hands.
Bian Lang then manipulated the group from the Corpse-Driving Inn, sending them straight into the deep mountains and forests.
The Corpse-Driving Inn was supposed to be a reputable and righteous sect in the martial arts world, but it ended up producing nothing but scoundrels.
However, given the way these guys from the Corpse-Driving Inn operate, as long as they keep causing trouble for Bian Lang, it won't be long before the Corpse-Driving Inn disappears from the martial arts world.
Bian Lang took the Fire Kirin Sword from Duan Lang's hand, but the sword was useless in Duan Lang's hands.
This sword should be kept by Bian Lang, and when the right opportunity arises, it can be given to Shangguan Hongyu. It will never be given away to Xishen Pavilion for nothing.
They soon arrived at the Xishen Pavilion.
The disciples of the Joyful God Pavilion brought Bian Lang and the corpse into the Joyful God Pavilion, where the Pavilion Master, Joyful God, personally greeted them.
The God of Happiness specifically requested the corpses of the thirteen lecherous thieves. Bian Lang killed Duan Lang on the way and delivered an extra corpse to the God of Happiness Pavilion.
Whenever the God of Happiness arrives, the Happiness Pavilion welcomes him warmly.
The Happiness God Pavilion is very large, but if it accepts Happiness Gods without any selection, it will probably soon be overcrowded with corpses.
Bian Lang never believed that any body sent to the Xishen Pavilion would be properly preserved there.
The Xishen Pavilion will definitely find a way to dispose of those worthless corpses.
"Master Bian, would you be willing to become a corpse driver for my Xishen Pavilion?" Xishen greatly admired Bian Lang's abilities, believing that no one in the world could compare to Bian Lang in corpse driving.
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