The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

Often, silence isn't about having nothing to say, but rather about things that are difficult to express. Wang Huanzhen turned around and saw Xuan Yangzi standing in front of the room. Although he knew the eyes were gone, Wang Huanzhen still felt that Xuan Yangzi was watching him.

The two remained silent, looking at each other. Wang Zhenhuan smiled, composed himself, and stepped forward to take his hand. He asked softly, "Sir, Yin Xinghai hasn't seen the original scripture, has he?"

"Don't even think about it. Martial arts are derived from Taoist scriptures, and Yin Xinghai is a martial arts prodigy. It is said that he had already reached the Divine Realm at the age of thirty. In his fifties, he had already reached the True Abyss Realm..." Xuan Yangzi interrupted him.

"Let's go, sir." Wang Huanzhen raised his head, completely clearing his mind of all distractions. As soon as he led Xuan Yangzi downstairs, he saw the shopkeeper standing by the stairs waiting for them.

Seeing them come downstairs, he hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to the two, and said, "Master Liu, the carriage and horses have been prepared for you and your disciples, and there are also provisions and clothing for the journey on the carriage. All of this was arranged by the Master of the Manor. Please."

Having said that, he led them to the entrance of the inn. Wang Huanzhen went outside and saw a beautifully decorated carriage quietly parked at the door. The horses pulling the carriage sneezed when they saw people coming out.

This carriage was far superior to the one he had bought; it even had a roof and a curtain hanging at the entrance. Wang Zhenhuan lifted the curtain and peered inside. He saw a thick layer of bedding laid out on the floor.

In the center of the carriage, there was a small copper heater, making the entire carriage warm and cozy. Next to the heater were two sets of cotton Taoist robes, one large and one small. Beside the robes were some dry food and a water bottle.

Wang Huanzhen grew increasingly alarmed. Everything he had originally intended to buy, Yin Xinghai had already prepared for them. There was even a surplus, and that wasn't the most terrifying part.

When he picked up the smaller robe, he found that it was almost exactly the same size as his height. He put the robe back in the car, and didn't open the larger one again.

After helping Xuan Yangzi into the carriage, he bid farewell to the innkeeper. Then he drove south, and after a while, he discovered that although his driving skills were not very proficient, the horses pulling the carriage were very obedient.

It was clear that the horse had undergone specialized training; Wang Zhenhuan didn't even need a whip, just a light pull on the reins, and the horse knew to move forward or stop. It was obviously prepared this way because they knew he couldn't drive.

This can't be described as merely meticulous; it's downright exquisite. He had always thought of himself as a careful person, but compared to Yin Xinghai, he was utterly insignificant.

Moreover, this discovery confirmed one thing for him: Yin Laoguai had already returned from Jeju. Only the carriage shopkeepers in Jeju City knew that he couldn't drive a carriage.

Now, Old Man Yin has not only provided them with a specially trained horse, but also an extra rein. This shows that he clearly knows that Wang Zhen really can't drive a horse.

The extra reins were for him to lead the horse forward. As the art of war says, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Old Monster Yin had already investigated their affairs thoroughly.

Wang Zhenhuan was worried and remained silent. With the carriage, their speed increased significantly. In just one day, they had covered nearly sixty li.

Moreover, having a carriage had another advantage: they didn't need to stop and rest frequently. Once the horses were full, they could continue their journey. By sunset at dusk, they were almost at the realm of Yingtian.

Seeing that it was getting late and there was nowhere to rest, Wang Huanzhen stopped the carriage in the woods by the roadside, helped Xuan Yangzi down, opened the support pole at the front of the carriage, and led the horse out to tie it to the road.

At this time, the carriages all had vertical supports at the front, similar to outriggers. These were specifically for stopping and resting, which freed up the horses pulling the carriage. Just as people need rest, so do horses.

Although he had traveled a long way that day, Wang Zhenzhen felt no relief whatsoever. Ever since he deduced during the day that Yin Xinghai had returned, he had been filled with worry.

After lighting the fire, Wang Zhenhuan took out some dry rations and placed them on it to heat. Xuan Yangzi, on the other hand, sat cross-legged to the side. Wang Zhenhuan knew he was thinking about how to deal with Yin Laoguai, so he didn't disturb him.

It was late autumn, and the temperature plummeted after the wind picked up at night. Xuan Yangzi remained seated in meditation, not eating a single bite of his dry rations. Wang Zhenhuan took a few bites, but then lost all appetite.

After putting away the dry rations, he helped Xuan Yangzi back to the carriage. Thanks to the heater in the carriage, although the wind was blowing outside, it was not cold inside. However, Wang Zhenhuan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He got up, lifted the curtain, and went outside. Afraid the horse would get frostbite, he planned to check on it under the tree. But as soon as he stepped off the carriage, he saw a figure flash by in the woods not far away.

Wang Zhenhuan was startled and hurriedly went back, lifting the curtain to say to Xuan Yangzi inside the carriage, "Sir, I just saw someone spying on us in the woods."

"Ignore him," Xuan Yangzi said calmly.

"Oh," Wang Huanzhen responded softly. Although he didn't say anything, his anxiety deepened. If someone was spying on them, it meant that Yin Xinghai was not far away.

Nothing was said that night, and before dawn the next day, Wang Huanzhen set off early in his carriage, heading south. Around noon, a farm appeared by the roadside.

The farm's main gate was wide open, and a strong stench of blood wafted from the courtyard. Several people who appeared to be farmers lay sprawled haphazardly at the farm's entrance.

Wang Huanzhen was about to get out of the carriage to check when Xuan Yangzi suddenly grabbed him. He said to Wang Huanzhen, "Don't rush, let's observe for now."

Upon hearing this, Wang Huanzhen sat back down in the carriage. But as soon as he sat down, he heard a sarcastic voice coming from the farm: "Oh, this carriage doesn't look cheap. I wonder which wealthy young master is traveling with you?"

"Just bring him out here and we'll see if he's rich or not, haha..."

Wang Huanzhen lifted the curtain and looked out, only to see a dozen or so bandits walking out of the courtyard. They were carrying blood-stained knives and axes, and the words he had just heard were spoken by the burly man at the head of the group.

When the burly man saw Wang Zhenhuan's face, he grinned and laughed, then pointed his knife at him and said, "Kid, if you know what's good for you, get off the car now. Hand over anything valuable so you can avoid getting hurt."

Wang Zhenhuan realized they were just ordinary mountain bandits, not the people from the Yin Xinghai he had imagined, and he was puzzled. Just as he was about to ask Xuan Yangzi for his opinion, he heard a whooshing sound.

He instinctively turned his head and saw the bandits clutching their necks, all collapsing to the ground. Then, a familiar voice came from the woods.

"Haha, Master Liu has kept this from me for a long time..."