The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

The moonlight, like a ribbon, poured down upon the white-clad youth.

Huang Rong stared at the figure in mid-air, and her heart tightened for no reason, feeling a tightness in her chest.

It was as if, in the next second, he would turn around and melt into that cold, bright moon.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that he was very, very far away from her.

Yang Guo, who was just beginning to show his talent, did not expect that he would leave such a distant impression on Huang Rong.

At this moment, he was unleashing his inner energy without reservation, pushing the Golden Goose Skill to an unprecedented level.

Her clothes fluttered in the night wind, as if trying to break free from all the shackles of the world.

As his vital energy circulated throughout the body, he suddenly felt something: all that was missing was a trigger, a spark of inspiration, and perhaps he could break free from his shackles and soar through the clouds like a true wild goose.

However, this is enough for now.

The boy hovered beneath the bright moon, bathed in its gentle light, as if he were about to ascend to heaven on the moon at any moment.

The crowd below stared in astonishment, their minds stunned by this almost miraculous scene. Not a single person dared to make a sound, for fear of disturbing this celestial being under the moon and incurring the wrath of the heavens.

Yang Guo lowered his head silently, his gaze falling on Huang Rong.

Her starry eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts.

He moved his toes slightly, as if stepping down an invisible staircase from the moonlight.

At first, he walked slowly, but then his pace quickened, and as his clothes fluttered, he stirred up the surrounding wind and clouds.

He descended from the highest heavens to the mortal realm, finally settling before Huang Rong.

—Walking on air!

This scene was deeply etched in everyone's minds, leaving them all shocked.

Yang Guo slowly extended his right hand to Huang Rong, his fingers clearly defined, his palm facing upward, waiting as if receiving moonlight.

"Let's go, Rong'er."

That voice was calm, yet it struck Huang Rong's heart like a thunderclap.

Her eyes, once filled with astonishment, instantly melted into deep affection. Without further hesitation, she gently placed her hand in his palm.

With a slight pull from Yang Guo, Huang Rong felt as light as a feather, as if she had stepped into the void, and stood gracefully beside him.

He wrapped his right arm firmly around her waist, and the two stood side by side.

Step by step, as if climbing a ladder to the clouds, they rushed straight towards the bright moon, leaving behind the silence and clamor of the scene in the vast night.

Surprisingly, no one in the room dared to say a word.

It wasn't until long after Yang Guo had left.

Sun Bu'er then said, "Yang Guo is the husband of my disciple Cheng Yaojia, and naturally he is also a disciple of my Quanzhen Sect."

"It's a pity that we lack the talent to teach him."

Qiu Chuji, Wang Chu, and the others fell silent for a moment.

That figure in white, soaring towards the moon, left such a deep imprint on their hearts that they no longer spoke of his name as their disciple or his intention to impart knowledge.

"However, I'm sure that if Master and my senior uncle were to encounter this child, they would also be inclined to pass on their skills."

The last sentence exploded like a thunderclap within the Quanzhen Sect.

Ma Yu and the others suddenly understood something from Sun Bu'er's words: what was meant by "stealing knowledge" was clearly something their master had taught them through a dream.

Zhao Zhijing's face was contorted with rage, but he dared not raise his head.

Though his heart was filled with turmoil, he dared not show his hatred to the bright moon.

How could this be! How could this be!

The remaining four Quanzhen disciples' eyes lit up, because of Sun Bu'er's last words, which made them feel that the future of the Quanzhen Sect was bright.

"Senior Brother Ma, Junior Sister Sun, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Then, according to Junior Brother Wang's suggestion, you will instruct Yang Guo?"

Wang Chuyi was speechless. He did want to teach, but he was afraid of being beaten to death by his fellow disciples.

Can't you see that Senior Brother Qiu is staring at me?

If he nods, he'll likely be met with a sword to the head.

"Senior Brother Ma, I have no objection to what Junior Sister has said. It's just that Yang Guo is too sharp and outspoken. Moreover, his affair with Shaolin is a mix of truth and falsehood, which has already stirred up a storm in the martial arts world. I'm worried that it might bring trouble to our sect."

Wang Chuyi was indeed a master of governance; it's no wonder his disciples were able to seize power.

In the phrase.

The others fell into deep thought.

Seeing the state of these people, Sun Bu'er was furious and said, "Since that's how it is, then so be it. Even the Quanzhen Sect wouldn't dare to befriend such young men. Why don't we follow the example of Shaolin and retreat from the world?"

After saying that, she angrily turned and left.

The remaining old men looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ma Yu and the others watched helplessly as Sun Bu'er left.

Hao Datong muttered, "What Senior Sister said makes sense."

Qiu Chuji angrily retorted, "Which sentence makes sense?"

"Both...both make sense."

Ma Yu waved to stop their argument and called Qingming forward.

"Go and invite your grandmaster Liu Chuxuan to the main hall for a meeting."

He paused for a moment and then said, "And Grandmaster Sun."

Upon hearing this, the other three knew that their senior brother had already made a decision.

Meanwhile, Yang Guo and Huang Rong were embracing each other on a giant rock at the mountain peak.

Yang Guo removed her veil, revealing the woman he had been longing for day and night.

"Rong'er, what brings you here?"

Yang Guo was overjoyed, never expecting that a glimpse in the woods would reveal that it was indeed this woman.

Huang Rong nestled in his arms and whispered, "Someone in the capital asked me to meet them. On my way here, I heard that Father and you were together, so I came to the Quanzhen Sect."

"Who invited you to the capital?"

"Song Yu, the chief steward."

Yang Guo was taken aback and glanced at Huang Rong guiltily.

However, Huang Rong did not look at him, but kept her eyes fixed on the distance.

Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief, but still said, "Rong'er, after you left that day, Jia'er and I went to Shaolin..."

"The Song Yu who invited you might be the one I met."

"Mmm," Huang Rong found a comfortable position in his arms and sat still again.

"Also, I met your junior sister Cheng Ying a few days ago, but I didn't see Island Master Huang."

Huang Rong became interested.

"How's my junior sister?"

How would you rate Yang Guo?

"Not very old."

Huang Rong smiled enigmatically: "Is it very beautiful?"

Yang Guo tentatively replied, "A little bit?"

Huang Rong rolled over and sat on him.

"How beautiful?"

"Of course, she's not as pretty as my Rong'er."

"You're always just being cheeky."

Yang Guo clearly sensed that something was wrong with the woman.

He thought it was his philandering that displeased her, so he didn't dare to mention Li Mochou anymore.

He went out for a while and even married the Red Serpent Fairy.

He was afraid that Huang Rong would beat him to death right now.

So now I feel inexplicably nervous when facing her.

Could it be because she was his first woman?

She was clearly very docile in front of him.

For some reason, Yang Guo was indeed a little guilty, afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle her temper.

"Tell me, what else are you hiding from me?"

Huang Rong breathed softly against his neck.

When Yang Guo was touched by her, his body trembled slightly as if he had been electrocuted.

Yang Guo sensed that the woman felt the same way.

Even the slightest contact makes them unable to resist each other.

"Rong'er, I miss you so much."

Huang Rong trembled, grabbed his fidgeting hand, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Don't think you can get away with this by saying it like that. If you don't tell me, you're not allowed to touch me."

She tried to pull his hand away from the forbidden area behind her that no one else could reach.

But the warmth from that hand made her feel numb and unable to exert any strength.

Huang Rong cursed herself inwardly for being so useless.

My body just doesn't cooperate when it's with him.

Fortunately, Yang Guo did not make any further moves.

Once Huang Rong caught her breath, she pulled his hands off his back and placed them on his waist.