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

The two continued on their way, but their pace was much faster than before.

Cheng Ying felt both anxious and uneasy.

She was eager to see her cousin, yet afraid that it was all just a beautiful dream.

"Junior Nephew Yang," she suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Yang Guo, "you just said... Li Mochou is also at the inn?"

Yang Guo nodded: "Yes. Li Mochou is no longer the Red Serpent Fairy she once was."

Cheng Ying frowned deeply: "What do you mean? Li Mochou, that female demon, is ruthless and merciless, killing without hesitation. She was the one who caused the massacre at Lu Family Manor back then. She kidnapped Wushuang; she definitely has ill intentions!"

Her tone was full of hatred as she said this.

Yang Guo remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Does Martial Uncle know why Li Mochou wanted to massacre the Lu Family Manor?"

"What else could it be?" Cheng Ying sneered. "That she-devil doesn't need a reason for her actions. She's inherently a vicious person!"

"That's not the case." Yang Guo shook his head. "Li Mochou has an old grudge against the Lu Family Manor. Back then, Lu Zhanyuan of the Lu Family Manor had a relationship with Li Mochou. Lu Zhanyuan was unfaithful and married He Yuanjun instead. Li Mochou hated him because of this, and that's why she took her anger out on everyone in the Lu Family Manor."

Cheng Ying was taken aback. She had heard about this before, but she didn't know the specifics.

She only knew that her cousin's family had been brutally murdered, but she was unaware of the complicated circumstances surrounding it.

"Even so, she shouldn't have indiscriminately killed innocent people!" Cheng Ying gritted her teeth and said, "What did my aunt and uncle do wrong? Wushuang was only five years old at the time, what did she do wrong?"

Yang Guo sighed softly, "This matter is indeed Li Mochou's fault. However... I have developed some acquaintance with her."

Cheng Ying abruptly stopped and turned to stare at Yang Guo: "Junior Nephew Yang, you...you have a connection with Li Mochou?"

Her eyes were filled with disbelief and a hint of disappointment.

Yang Guo looked back at him frankly: "Yes. Li Mochou has now submitted to me, and all her martial arts skills are now at my disposal."

"How...how could you associate with that she-devil!" Cheng Ying's voice trembled. "Do you know how much innocent blood is on her hands? Do you know she..."

"I know," Yang Guo interrupted her. "This disciple knows that Li Mochou has committed grave sins in the past. But Master Aunt, right and wrong in this world are not always clearly black and white. Li Mochou has indeed made mistakes, but she was also a victim. Moreover, she is now sincerely repentant and willing to atone for her past sins—why not give her a chance, Master Aunt?"

Cheng Ying shook her head, tears welling in her eyes: "Give her a chance? Then who will give my aunt and uncle a chance? Who will give the dozens of lives lost in Lu Family Village a chance?"

Yang Guo looked at her excited appearance, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He knew that Cheng Ying's hatred for Li Mochou was deep-rooted and could not be resolved with just a few words.

"Uncle-Master," he softened his voice, "this disciple does not ask you to forgive Li Mochou. I only hope you can understand that no one is perfect, and everyone makes mistakes."

Li Mochou has paid the price for her mistakes.

She lost the love of her life, wandered alone for many years, and now entrusts her life to her disciple—is this not a form of punishment?

Cheng Ying bit her lip and remained silent.

Yang Guo continued, "Besides, Wushuang... has already forgiven Li Mochou."

"What?" Cheng Ying was stunned.

"Wushuang and Li Mochou have been together for many years. Although they are nominally master and disciple, their relationship is more like that of mother and daughter," Yang Guo said softly. "Li Mochou treats Wushuang very well, regarding her as her own daughter. Wushuang has also long since let go of her hatred and acknowledged Li Mochou as her master. This matter... will be known to Wushuang when Uncle-Master sees her."

Cheng Ying felt her mind was in complete chaos.

Did my cousin forgive her enemy?

He even recognized his enemy as his teacher?

How...how is this possible?

"I don't believe it." She shook her head. "Li Mochou must have coerced Wushuang, or used some kind of evil magic to bewitch her!"

Yang Guo smiled wryly: "When my uncle sees Wushuang, he can ask her himself and find out."

As the two were talking, they arrived outside the Yuelai Inn.

Cheng Ying looked up at the inn, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

My cousin... is inside.

The relative she thought was long gone was now only a floor away from her.

Yang Guo gently patted her shoulder: "Uncle-Master, let's go upstairs."

Cheng Ying took a deep breath and nodded.

She was determined to see her cousin no matter what.

As for Li Mochou...

If that female demon dares to harm her cousin in the slightest, she will risk her life to avenge her uncle and aunt!

The two entered the inn and went up the stairs.

When they arrived at Li Mochou's door.

Yang Guo did not hesitate.

He reached out and pushed open the wooden door.

A soft creaking sound rang out clearly in the quiet room.

Inside the room, Li Mochou and Lu Wushuang were indeed still fast asleep.

Last night's intense training, though Li Mochou had reached the Grandmaster level, had also taken a toll on her.

While feeling satisfied, I was also very tired.

She was lying on her side on the inside of the bed, wearing only a thin undergarment with the collar slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a touch of milky white skin.

Lu Wushuang curled up on the outside, her pink nightgown covering her budding body, her breathing even and deep.

She was holding the corner of the blanket with both hands, a satisfied smile on her lips, clearly having a sweet dream.

The moment the door opened, Li Mochou's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her master-level alertness kept her somewhat awake even in her sleep.

She didn't open her eyes immediately because the footsteps of the person who came were familiar; it was Yang Guo.

But there was another unfamiliar presence, with light footsteps and slightly rapid breathing, seemingly belonging to a woman, and... her internal strength was not weak.

Li Mochou's heart stirred slightly.

It wasn't until Yang Guo led Cheng Ying into the room that their footsteps stopped not far from the bed.

Li Mochou slowly opened her eyes, her phoenix eyes still misty with the light of waking.

Her gaze first fell on Yang Guo's face, and a smile naturally appeared on her lips. Then she turned to the woman in green behind him.

"Oh," Li Mochou sat up, not caring that her inner garment had slipped off her shoulder, and casually smoothed her long hair. "Who is this person behind me? She looks unfamiliar."

Her gaze lingered on Cheng Ying's face for a moment, feeling that she looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.

However, Cheng Ying froze at that moment.

That face—the face that had appeared countless times in her nightmares!

Her almond-shaped eyes held a fierce glint, and her brows were alluring. Even though she was sleepy and disheveled, she couldn't hide her cold and ruthless aura.

It was none other than the Red Serpent Fairy, Li Mochou!

Memories from ten years ago flooded back like a tide.

The Lu Family Village engulfed in flames, the fallen figures of my aunt and uncle, my cousin's heart-wrenching cries, and that apricot-yellow figure laughing wildly in the sea of ​​fire...

Hatred and murderous intent froze her reason like ice.

Cheng Ying's hand trembled as she pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

She even forgot what Yang Guo had said on the way, forgot that her cousin might be right in front of her, forgot everything.

His eyes were now only fixed on his enemies.

"Li—Mo—Chou!" she said, each word distinct and forced, her voice emanating from between her teeth, filled with deep-seated hatred.

A flash of sword light!

The sword was drawn, its cold light flashing like lightning, aimed straight at Li Mochou's throat on the bed!