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

The Golden Wheel Monk paused, his gaze flashing like lightning as he looked at Guo Fu.

Guo Fu froze, then turned and ran.

But how could she possibly outrun these experts?

She had only taken three steps when a powerful palm wind came from behind her, enveloping her entirely like an invisible hand.

Guo Fu felt her body lighten, her feet leave the ground, and she was sucked in by the palm wind, unable to move.

The Golden Wheel Monk strode up to her, looking down at her coldly, and said, "Guo Jing's daughter? What a nice gift delivered to my door."

Guo Fu was both shocked and furious, struggling desperately, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree: "What...what do you want to do! Let me go! My father won't let you get away with this!"

"Your father?" The Golden Wheel Monk's lips curled into a cold smile. "I've been wanting to see him."

He struck Guo Fu on the back of the neck with a palm strike.

Guo Fu's vision went black, and she collapsed limply to the ground.

……

Almost simultaneously, Yang Guo returned to the training ground from Huang Rong's study, his steps hurried.

He had just discussed the matter of Xiaolongnu with Huang Rong, and Huang Rong agreed to have the Beggars' Sect disciples help find out her whereabouts.

He originally intended to tell Guo Fu the news first, to put her mind at ease.

After all, that girl is prone to jealousy. If she finds out that I'm seeing other women, she'll probably throw a tantrum.

But as soon as he reached the moon gate, he froze.

There were three people standing in the middle of the field.

An elderly man with white hair, Wanyan Ping, and Yelü Yan.

There's one more—

Clad in white as snow, with a face of serene and unparalleled beauty.

Little Dragon Girl.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively stepped forward: "Miss Long!"

Little Dragon Girl turned to look at him.

Eyes facing each other.

Her eyes held a complex mix of emotions—longing, resentment, and a hint of unspeakable grievance.

Yang Guo's heart trembled. The words he had rehearsed countless times in his mind were now impossible to utter.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, but suddenly realized that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange.

Zhou Botong stood to the side, scratching his head, looking completely bewildered.

Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan looked embarrassed and avoided his gaze.

Da Wu and Xiao Wu stood at a distance, their expressions strange, their eyes darting around, occasionally exchanging a gloating glance.

And most importantly—

Guo Fu is not here.

A sense of foreboding welled up in Yang Guo's heart, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where is Fu Mei?"

Everyone fell silent.

Wanyan Ping bit her lip, her eyes slightly red, and hesitated to speak.

Yelü Yan gripped the knife tightly in her hand.

Zhou Botong scratched his head, looking completely innocent: "That little girl was just here a moment ago. She said a few words to us, and then she ran away. I don't know why, I just said, 'Yang Guo is Xiaolongnu's husband,' and then she ran away..."

Yang Guo was immediately at his wit's end.

really.

A conflict is inevitable when the two women meet.

He should have expected this.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anxiety, and looked at Xiaolongnu.

Little Dragon Girl was also looking at him.

"Miss Long, I..."

The words had barely left his mouth—

"Guo Jing—! Your daughter is in my hands—! If you want her to live, open the city gates and surrender immediately—!"

A deep, resonant voice came from outside the city, so clear it seemed to be right next to his ear, echoing throughout the Guo residence.

Yang Guo's expression changed drastically.

Everyone's expression changed at the same time.

That was the voice of the Golden Wheel Monk!

Wanyan Ping's sword clattered to the ground, her face deathly pale: "Fu'er... Fu'er has been captured?"

Zhou Botong also dropped his playful demeanor, his brows furrowing deeply: "That old bald monk, he hasn't left Xiangyang after all?"

Xiaolongnu looked at Yang Guo, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

After all, Yang Guo's attitude shows that Xiaolongnu holds a high position in his heart.

Yang Guo's face could no longer be described as "ashen".

That was the calm before the storm, the stillness before a volcanic eruption.

He turned around and strode towards the gate of the mansion.

"Yang Guo!" Zhou Botong called out, "Where are you going?"

"Save people."

Yang Guo didn't turn his head back.

Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan exchanged a glance and then chased after them.

Zhou Botong scratched his head and followed.

Xiaolongnu stood there, watching Yang Guo's departing figure. After a moment, she gracefully followed him.

On the training ground, only Da Wu and Xiao Wu remained, staring at each other in bewilderment.

Wu Xiuwen whispered, "Brother, shall we...go or not?"

Wu Dunru hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go! If we don't go now, how will Fu-mei view us in the future?"

The two of them hurriedly chased after them.

Outside the Guo residence, Yang Guo flashed and had already darted several feet away.

Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan followed closely behind, Zhou Botong also caught up, and Xiaolongnu, dressed in flowing white, followed behind with light steps.

Da Wu and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and chased after him.

As soon as the group rushed out of the Guo residence, they were met by a group of soldiers who were hurrying towards them.

The leading lieutenant was covered in sweat. When he saw that it was Yang Guo, he was about to speak when he noticed another group of people rushing out from behind him—Guo Jing and Huang Rong had also arrived.

"Hero Guo! Chief Huang!" The lieutenant hurriedly bowed, his voice trembling. "Something terrible has happened! Miss Guo has been captured by the Mongols, right outside the city!"

Guo Jing's face turned ashen, and without uttering a word, he darted out like a great bird.

Huang Rong followed closely behind, her face deathly pale, but her eyes burning with fury.

A moment later, the crowd rushed onto the city wall.

The soldiers guarding the city quickly made way for them.

Yang Guo squeezed to the front of the battlements and looked out of the city.

On a mound three miles away, a group of figures could be clearly seen.

At the very front, the Golden Wheel Monk stood with his hands behind his back, his red monk's robe fluttering in the wind.

Behind him stood five top masters—Nemo Xing, Xiao Xiangzi, Yin Kexi, Darba, and Huo Du.

In front of them, a wooden stake was driven deep into the ground.

A girl in a pale yellow dress was tied to a wooden stake, her hands bound behind her back, and a gleaming curved knife was held against her neck.

The one holding the knife was Huo Du, who was looking towards the city wall with a smug smile on his face.

It's Guo Fu.

Her hair was disheveled, her face still bore traces of tears, and her eyes were filled with terror.

But she tried to straighten her back, biting her lip, refusing to lower her head.

Yang Guo's eyes instantly turned as cold as ice.

Guo Jing clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Huang Rong swayed and almost lost her balance, but Yang Guo caught her.

Her hands were ice-cold and trembling slightly.

"Rong'er..." Guo Jing looked at Huang Rong, his eyes filled with pain.

Huang Rong took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She is the leader of the Beggars' Sect and one of the pillars of Xiangyang City. At a time like this, she cannot fall.

Guo Jing turned towards the city gate, took a deep breath, and shouted like thunder: "Golden Wheel Monk! Release my daughter! If you have a problem, come at me!"

The sound rolled away, echoing across the open fields outside the city.

The Golden Wheel Monk laughed loudly, his laughter extremely grating: "Guo Jing, your daughter is in my hands. If you want her to live, it's simple—open the city gates, surrender Xiangyang, and I will release her!"

"You're dreaming!" Guo Jing roared, the force of his Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms almost bursting from his hand.

"Dreaming?" The Golden Wheel Monk sneered. "Then you can watch your daughter die. I'll give you one day to consider. If the city gates aren't open by noon tomorrow, you can expect to be collecting her corpse!"

With a wave of his hand, Huo Du held the knife to Guo Fu's neck. Although Guo Fu's face was deathly pale, she stubbornly remained silent.

The five masters escorted Guo Fu away slowly.

The pale yellow figure receded into the distance, finally disappearing behind the mound.

Guo Jing slammed his fist into the city wall, shattering the bricks and leaving a deep fist mark.

……