Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

He quickly looked away.

"I understand about that. I'll talk to Fu'er tomorrow. And the second matter?"

Yang Guo's expression turned serious: "The second thing is that I would like to ask Master to help me find someone."

"Who?"

"Little Dragon Girl, a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect." A look of worry flashed in Yang Guo's eyes. "She is a girl I met at Zhongnan Mountain. She left in a huff due to some minor misunderstanding, and her whereabouts are still unknown. I am worried that she might encounter misfortune while she is alone out there."

Huang Rong raised a slight brow: "The Ancient Tomb Sect? Which sect does Li Mochou belong to? And this Miss Long... is she related to Li Mochou?"

"They are fellow disciples," Yang Guo said. "Miss Long is the current successor of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and Li Mochou is her senior sister."

Huang Rong was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked at Yang Guo with a half-smile:

"Guo'er, you've certainly attracted quite a few ladies along the way. Li Mochou, Wanyan Ping, Yelü Yan, and now there's Miss Long... Could it be that she left in a huff because you're too amorous?"

These words carried a hint of teasing and a touch of probing.

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo's gaze fell on Huang Rong's face.

In the flickering candlelight, her face appeared exceptionally gentle.

As she spoke, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes held a mischievous glint that only the two of them could understand.

That expression, that tone...

Yang Guo suddenly remembered Peach Blossom Island, in the steamy hot spring, when she looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Guo'er, you've become naughty."

In an instant, a certain string in his heart seemed to be gently plucked.

His gaze deepened, slowly moving down from Huang Rong's eyes, past her slightly open collar, and lingering on her undulating curves.

The atmosphere inside the room subtly changed.

Huang Rong noticed the change in Yang Guo's gaze and her heart tightened, but she forced herself to remain calm: "Guo'er, your teacher is asking you a question."

Yang Guo snapped out of his reverie, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "Master is right, I was too sentimental. But..."

He paused, then lowered his voice slightly: "Some people, some feelings, I would rather be passionate than miss out."

These words were a bit domineering, making Huang Rong's cheeks flush slightly.

That is, Yang Guo, if Guo Jing dared to say that.

No, Guo Jing wouldn't dare.

Huang Rong didn't want to talk about it any longer, so she changed the subject:

"Do you have a portrait or a description of the dragon maiden you're looking for?"

"Yes," Yang Guo said. "Miss Long is about eighteen years old. She likes to wear white, has an exceptionally beautiful appearance, and a cool and aloof temperament. Her martial arts style is characterized by its lightness and elegance. She is skilled in using the Jade Bee Needle and is adept at swordsmanship."

Huang Rong nodded: "Alright, tomorrow I will have Elder Lu instruct the Beggars' Sect disciples to keep an eye out for this girl around Xiangyang."

She stood up, walked to the desk, and picked up paper and pen: "Draw a portrait first, and I'll have someone search for it based on the picture to be on the safest terms."

Yang Guo also got up and walked to the desk, took the brush, and bent down to draw.

The two were very close.

The familiar masculine scent emanating from Yang Guo caused Huang Rong's heart to beat faster for no apparent reason.

She quietly took half a step back, but couldn't help but look up at his focused profile.

The candlelight cast shadows on his face, outlining his handsome features.

His fingers, long and strong, held the pen, and his movements were fluid and natural as he drew lines on the paper.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a lifelike portrait of Little Dragon Girl appeared on the paper.

Dressed in white, with features as beautiful as a painting, she exudes a cool and ethereal aura.

Don't ask why you can draw. Once you have the skill of a master, this won't be a problem!

Looking at the portrait, Huang Rong realized that the woman was indeed a stunning beauty; no wonder Yang Guo was so concerned about her.

At the same time, I also felt a little bittersweet.

His ability to attract women is a bit too exaggerated.

"Alright." Yang Guo put down his pen. "Master, I'm entrusting this matter to you."

Huang Rong put away the portrait and nodded: "Don't worry, the Beggars' Sect has eyes and ears all over the world. As long as Miss Long is near Xiangyang, we will definitely be able to find her."

She paused, then said, "If there's nothing else, you should go back now. It's late."

This is an order to leave.

Yang Guo, however, did not move.

He turned around to face Huang Rong, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before he suddenly sighed, "Master, there is something else I need to discuss."

"What is it?" A warning bell rang in Huang Rong's mind.

"I feel my progress in cultivation has been slow lately," Yang Guo said, taking a step forward to bring them closer. "Master, do you know... what the reason is?"

Huang Rong instinctively stepped back, but her back pressed against the edge of the desk, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

Is your cultivation speed too slow and do you want to speed it up?

How could she not know what Yang Guo was saying?

She had personally experienced the wonders of that dual cultivation technique.

It can not only heal wounds and detoxify, but also make one's cultivation level advance by leaps and bounds.

During those days and nights on Peach Blossom Island, she and Yang Guo cultivated together for seven days.

Not only was he cured of the "Seven-Seven Poison," but his cultivation level also broke through from the Innate Realm to the Grandmaster Realm.

That ultimate experience of inner strength merging and body and mind becoming one...

Huang Rong blushed, but forced herself to remain calm, saying, "The path of cultivation naturally has its fast and slow paces. Now that you've reached the Grandmaster realm, it's normal for your progress to slow down. You should focus on consolidating your strength and not be impatient for quick results."

Yang Guo took another half step forward, almost touching her face: "But I've heard that if one can persevere in the practice of dual cultivation, even a Grandmaster can continue to make progress..."

His voice was low and seductive:

"Master, have you forgotten the feeling of your cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds when we cultivated together for seven days on Peach Blossom Island, from the peak of the Innate Realm to the Grandmaster Realm...?"

A warm breath brushed past her ear, and Huang Rong trembled instantly.

How could she forget?

During those days and nights, amidst the steaming hot springs and their intimate contact, their inner energy circulated and merged within them. With each cycle, their cultivation improved by one point...

That ultimate cultivation experience, that blissful unity of body and mind...

"Guo'er!" Huang Rong's voice trembled as she reached out to push him away. "You...you mustn't be ridiculous! This is the Guo Mansion. If someone sees this...what will become of my reputation?"

Yang Guo, however, took her hand and gently caressed her palm with his fingertips:

"Don't worry, Master. It's late at night, no one will know. Besides..."

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Master, don't you want to... experience that feeling of cultivation advancement again? I've heard that the higher the level of dual cultivation, the more pronounced the effects. Master is already a Grandmaster; if you cultivate with me, you might be able to break through to the later stage in one fell swoop..."

These words, like a spell, pierced Huang Rong's ears.

Breaking through to a higher realm...

This temptation is too big.

Although she was not in a hurry to improve her martial arts skills, she would naturally be eager to reach a higher level.

not to mention……

Huang Rong looked up at Yang Guo, who was standing right in front of her.

In the candlelight, the boy's face was handsome, his eyes were deep, and his large, strong hand holding hers was warm.

The flame that had been forcibly suppressed in my heart was now stirring again.

"You...you go find someone else..." Huang Rong's voice was barely audible, more like shyness than refusal.

Yang Guo smiled, knowing at the same time that Huang Rong's heart had wavered.

He suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and swayed as if he couldn't stand up, falling forward!

"Guo'er!" Huang Rong instinctively reached out to help him.

Yang Guo took the opportunity to rush into her arms, his face buried right in her chest!