Bat Prince, roaming the heavens

The morning mist had not yet dissipated at the foot of Blackwood Cliff.

The horse-drawn carriage rumbled along the official road, heading south.

The two horses pulling the cart were full of energy, their hooves making a steady clattering sound as they trod on the ground.

Yuan Suiyun sat in the car, completely satisfied. He had already collected all the useful ancient books on Blackwood Cliff, and the world anchor point of the Immortal Island had also been completed.

This is another ingenious use of the fairy island.

In any new world, it only takes a little time to establish an invisible anchor.

Once the anchor point is established, this world will be connected with the Immortal Island. In the future, no matter where he goes in the myriad worlds, as long as conditions permit, he can return to this world with the power of the Immortal Island.

Yuan Suiyun had achieved almost all of his goals on this trip, with only one remaining unresolved grudge with the Songshan Sect, so he descended Blackwood Cliff.

Old Man Green Bamboo sat upright on the carriage shaft, gently holding the reins in his hand, his gaze steadily fixed on the road ahead.

"Young Master." Only after the crimson landscape of Gorilla Beach was left behind did Green Bamboo Elder speak.

As he skillfully drove the carriage, he glanced through the gap in the curtain at the blind boy who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Please speak, Elder Bamboo." Yuan Suiyun did not open his eyes.

Green Bamboo Old Man chuckled self-deprecatingly, tightened his grip on the reins with his withered hands, and sighed, "Actually... there are some things that I, as a servant, shouldn't say, and my aunt has given me many instructions, but I still feel I should inform you, young master."

"Oh?" Yuan Suiyun raised an eyebrow. "Is someone trying to prevent me from going down the cliff?"

Old Man Green Bamboo was taken aback, then smiled wryly and said, "Young Master is indeed insightful."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "The old master wants the young master to stay on the cliff with him and his aunt. After all, he has just regained his position, and for the sake of the long-term foundation of the Divine Sect, he must be extremely cautious in his actions."

Although Green Bamboo Elder's words were tactful, Yuan Suiyun could easily understand the meaning behind them.

He already understood that for a powerful figure like Ren Woxing, the most desirable outcome would probably be for him to never leave the cliff, serving as a sharp sword in the hands of the Ren family and a protector of Ren Yingying.

"Did Yingying do a lot of work?" Yuan Suiyun also guessed what Green Bamboo Elder was about to say.

"Young master, you are wise." Old Man Green Bamboo sighed. "My aunt... argued strongly with the advisor. In the end, she even overruled everyone's objections and personally escorted you down the mountain."

"Don't worry, Elder Zhu, I will remember Yingying's kindness." Yuan Suiyun smiled slightly, his tone as gentle as a spring breeze, carrying a calmness that made people involuntarily convinced.

In fact, Yuan Suiyun left a gift for Ren Yingying before he left: his newly created "Wedding Dress Sunflower," hoping that she could help find more talented successors to further improve the skill.

Upon hearing Yuan Suiyun's gentle yet solemn promise, the old man with green bamboo on the carriage shaft immediately relaxed.

"Ah, with your words, young master, I am completely at ease."

"Old man Zhu, take care and keep moving."

"Yes."

……

At the foot of Mount Song, the carriage stopped.

Green Bamboo Elder reined in the carriage and glanced back at it: "Young Master, we've arrived. Mount Taishi is just ahead."

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Yuan Suiyun slowly stepped out, his black robe as dark as ink, fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

He tilted his head slightly and looked towards the majestic mountain peak in the distance—Mount Song.

Mount Song, the Central Peak, is mainly composed of two mountains: Taishi and Shaoshi.

Shaolin Temple is located on Shaoshi Mountain, and Songshan School is located on Taishi Mountain.

Shaolin Temple is the pinnacle of martial arts in the Central Plains, and is renowned as the origin of all martial arts in the world.

Among the Five Mountains Sword Sects, the Songshan Sect has the largest territory and the most disciples, and Zuo Lengchan is the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance, whose prestige is known throughout the martial arts world.

Mount Song can be described as a place with two supreme beings.

"Old Bamboo, I still need you to guide me a bit more on the way up the mountain," Yuan Suiyun said calmly.

"Don't worry, young master." Green Bamboo Elder leaped down from the carriage, took out a sharp sword from the carriage, and handed it over with both hands. "Although my martial arts skills are low, I can still guide you, young master."

Yuan Suiyun took the sword hilt and nodded slightly.

The two of them, one in front of the other, stepped onto the stone steps leading up the mountain.

Green Bamboo Elder walked ahead, his steps steady, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Yuan Suiyun followed behind him, unhurried and steady with every step, as if this steep mountain path was no different from the courtyard he usually walked through.

After walking less than a hundred steps, the first obstacle was already in sight.

Four disciples of the Songshan Sect guarding the mountain gate stood with their swords drawn. Upon seeing the newcomers, the leader shouted, "This is a sacred place in Songshan! State your name!"

Yuan Suiyun continued walking without stopping, his voice calm as still water: "My name is Yuan Suiyun."

The four disciples of Mount Song were all taken aback, and then their expressions changed drastically.

Yuan Suiyun—these three names are no longer unknown in the martial arts world.

At the foot of Mount Hua, Lu Bai led more than twenty cavalrymen to ambush and kill them all. In Luoyang City, Yu Canghai launched a night attack on Green Bamboo Lane, and the leader of the Qingcheng Sect was killed on the spot.

These two events had already spread throughout the martial arts world, and that name was inextricably linked to them.

If word were to spread that Dongfang Bubai died at his hands, these four disciples of Songshan would probably be terrified at the mere mention of his name.

Even so, the deaths of Lu Bai and Yu Canghai were enough to terrify them.

The leading disciple gritted his teeth and said sternly, "Yuan Suiyun! You killed my Uncle Lu, this is an irreconcilable feud! And today you dare to trespass on my mountain gate, you are truly going too far!"

Yuan Suiyun didn't speak, and didn't even stop walking.

With a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind as sharp as a knife arose.

The four longswords flew out of my hands and landed several feet away, clattering and clanging as they fell to the ground.

The four disciples were struck as if by a heavy blow. They staggered backward, fell to the ground, their faces pale, their chests churning with blood and qi, and they could not get up for a long time.

The other disciples of Mount Song on the mountain changed their expressions upon seeing this scene.

Since the founding of the Songshan School, no one has ever been so arrogant as to fight their way up to the school gate.

Especially since there were only two of them!

"This is outrageous!"

"Stop him!"

"We can't let him climb any higher!"

Someone shouted first, and the disciples of Songshan Mountain on both sides of the mountain path rushed out, some drawing their swords and others shouting, surrounding Yuan Suiyun.

They were unaware of the seriousness of the matter; only one thought remained in their minds: they absolutely could not allow this person to continue acting so recklessly and tarnishing the reputation of Songshan.

"kill--"

More than twenty disciples drew their swords and charged forward, their blades flashing as they thrust at Yuan Suiyun from all directions.

Yuan Suiyun did not stop.

With a flick of his sleeves, a strong wind howled, pressing down on everything in all directions like an invisible iron wall.

The disciple at the forefront was blasted backward by the shockwave, crashing into his fellow disciples behind him. In an instant, people and horses were thrown about, and longswords clattered and fell to the ground.

Even though people were lying on the ground, disciples from Songshan Mountain continued to pour in from higher mountain paths, gathering in ever-growing numbers until the paths were completely blocked.

Yuan Suiyun frowned slightly. He did not want to kill these ordinary disciples, but if they continued to pester him, there would probably be a bloodbath today.

Just then, a deep voice came from above the mountain path: "Stop!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

The disciples from Mount Song who had gathered around were all taken aback and quickly made way for them.

A burly middle-aged man strode down the stone steps, his face grim and his eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

Ding Mian, the leader of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, was known as the Pagoda-Bearing Hand.