“Alright, alright. Old He, it’s getting late. There’s still a long way to go from Mount Shu. Let’s hurry up and set off.” Leng Baihu lifted the curtain and smiled at Xiao Chen, “Brother Wu Chen, come, get in the car. We’re leaving.”

Old He frowned and said, “It’s getting late today. Otherwise, we should find an inn and rest for the night before leaving tomorrow morning. What if we really encounter bandits?”

“Hey! What are you afraid of?”

Leng Baihu smiled and pointed at his chest with his thumbs up, “Who in the West Shu doesn’t know my Leng Baihu’s martial arts? Even if they borrowed the courage, they wouldn’t dare to stop my Leng Baihu’s car. Hehe …” Then, he smiled at Xiao Chen and said, “Brother Wu Chen, let’s go!”

Xiao Chen didn’t say anything else before he got into the carriage. The carriage was very spacious, and it was even equipped with a tea stove, blankets, and other things. It could be considered considerate.

“Ha!”

A horse riding sound rang out. Old He drove the carriage ahead. Leng Baihu and Xiao Chen sat in the carriage. The carriage quickly drove towards the outside of the city and gradually disappeared into the boundless twilight.

Outside the relay hall, the owner of the relay hall looked in the direction where the carriage had disappeared. He shook his head continuously and said with a face full of regret, “The young man is the young man. I wonder if the road ahead is dangerous!”

This night was bright and starry, and Moon was like a hook. The night of West Shu made people feel a chill even when they were in Meng Xia.

The carriage sped along, and the three horses galloped very fast. The sound of powerful hooves and endless wheels broke the silence of the night. The small birds and beasts on the roadside were shocked, and they quickly fled into the distance.

“Well, Brother Wu Chen, do you really not know martial arts?”

Leng Baihu looked at Xiao Chen’s snow-white hair. He was very curious. He looked so young, but he had snow-white hair. Wasn’t he an expert amongst experts? How could he not know martial arts?

“I don’t know martial arts.” Xiao Chen said as he drank his tea.

“How about this” Leng Baihu rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then asked, “Brother Wu Chen, where are you from?”

“East of Shu.”

“Brother Wu Chen is from Shu …” Leng Baihu thought for a moment, but from his accent, he didn’t seem to be from Shu …

“Ha, ha!” Outside, Old He was still driving his horse. The night was getting darker and darker. A hook moon hung diagonally on the horizon like ice. The three horses pulled the carriage and flew away into the dust.

…

After traveling for two days, the carriage finally arrived at Mount Shu’s territory. However, when it saw that the strange peaks were towering, the clouds were deep, and the valley was filled with the sounds of birds. It was peerlessly extraordinary, as if it was in the Immortal Realm within the clouds.

Mount Shu stretched endlessly. Only those who cultivated would be able to ride their swords. Ordinary martial practitioners would only be able to ascend such dangerous peaks unless their martial arts had reached the Transformation Realm and their light arts were exceptionally elegant.

If an ordinary person were to pass by Mount Shu, they would also be able to feel the majesty of Mount Shu. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered here, making one feel relaxed and happy.

The more they walked into Mount Shu, the more dangerous the mountain path became. No wonder there was a saying that “the Dao of Shu is difficult, difficult to ascend to the Azure Heavens”. The speed of the carriage gradually slowed down. It was surrounded by cliffs. If one did not pay attention and fell into the thousand foot cliff, no matter how high one’s martial arts skills were, one would have to shatter one’s bones.

By noon, the carriage had traveled an unknown distance. It would probably be late at night before it could pass through the boundless Mount Shu.

“However, seeing the ancient tree Sad Bird flying around the forest, and hearing Zigui singing the night moon, worrying about the empty mountain, the difficulty of the Dao of Shu, it is difficult to ascend to the blue sky, causing people to listen to this deathly beauty …”

Along the way, Leng Baihu seemed to be unable to stop, either reciting poems or singing lyrics. In short, he was unable to stay idle for a moment.

Old He, who was driving ahead, looked much more stable. Regardless of whether there were bandits running rampant under Mount Shu, it was not appropriate to stay for long. He had to go there as soon as possible.

After traveling for about an incense stick of time, they arrived at an empty valley. The birds crossed the cliff and the roars of eagles echoed in the valley. Looking at the towering mountains, they immediately felt heroic.

“Whoosh–”

Suddenly, the carriage came to a halt. The three horses were shocked, their front feet facing the sky, and their enormous body almost fell out of the carriage.

“Old He, what’s wrong?”

Inside the carriage, Leng Baihu was singing a lyrics. When he stopped, he almost fell down from the soft ground. Xiao Chen was sitting by the window, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. He didn’t even spill a drop of it.

“Leng Baihu! You really came!”

A rough voice sounded from outside. At the same time, the sound of metal colliding with each other could be heard. Suddenly, seven or eight people flew down from the cliffs on both sides of the cliff.

As for the leader, he had a horny beard and an iron armor. He was nine feet tall and was very sturdy. It was enough to make one feel fear at a glance.

What was even more remarkable was the Nine-ringed Lion-Headed Treasured Saber in his hand. The blade was sharp, and the back of the blade was inlaid with nine golden rings. If this saber was cut down, even the bones would be shattered.

“Little Childe, be careful … you’re from Berserk Lion Fort!”

Old He immediately gathered his internal strength and carefully stood guard. He then turned to the eight people blocking his way and said, “Friend of Berserk Lion Fort, I don’t know why you’re blocking my path with Childe today.”

“I’m entrusted with taking Leng Baihu’s life. Leng Baihu, you won’t be able to leave Mount Shu today. Leave your life behind!”

The bearded man did not make a detour, and directly said that he had taken the lives of the people in the car. At this moment, a figure flashed and got off the car, but it was Leng Baihu.

He looked indifferently at the eight strong men in front of him and said coldly, “Who am I? It turns out that it is the Berserk Lion Fort Master? How much did they give you? I, Leng Baihu, will give you twice as much money. Go and bring me the head of the man who wanted to kill me!”

“Bullshit!”

The burly man shouted loudly. It turned out that he was none other than the famous Castle Master of the Berserk Lion Fort in the western Sichuan region. He was known as the Golden Lion Berserk Blade. The Nine-ringed Lion-headed Treasured Blade in his hand alone weighed 132 jin. This blade slashed down and immediately cut the person in half.

“Little Childe, you go to the car. This old man will deal with this person.”

Old He secretly gathered strength in his palm and circulated his internal strength. Leng Baihu snorted coldly, “I heard that the Golden Lion Saber Technique of the Berserk Lion Fort Master is unparalleled in the world. I, the White Fox Sword, have long wanted to experience it!”

“Zheng!”

As he finished speaking, the sword was unsheathed and a white light flashed. The sword was as white as snow, untainted by a trace of dust. A layer of flawless sword qi was condensed around the sword.

“Huh?”

Even Xiao Chen, who was sitting in the car sipping tea, noticed that the sword was extraordinary at this moment. There was a surge of Spiritual Qi emanating from the sword. It was definitely not a sword forged by mortals.

“Then let’s die together!”

Golden Lion Berserk Blade shouted loudly. An internal force surged over, causing sand and rocks to fly away. A strong wind lifted the curtain of the carriage. Seeing that there was actually a white-haired young man leisurely sipping tea in the carriage, Golden Lion Berserk Blade immediately shouted, “Who are you?”

As Xiao Chen sipped his tea, his expression remained calm as he said indifferently, “I don’t know martial arts, nor do I belong to your Jianghu. If you want to fight, then fight. It has nothing to do with I am.”