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

The next day, in Yang Guo's room.

Yang Guo sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

He was only wearing an undergarment, the back of which had slipped down to his waist, revealing a shocking black palm print, tinged with bluish-purple, showing faint signs of decay.

The cold, poisonous energy is rampant in the meridians.

Huang Rong sat behind him, her palms pressed against his back, and slowly channeled her inner energy into his body using the healing techniques from the Nine Yin Manual.

Her inner strength was pure and profound, like the warm spring sun, seeping into Yang Guo's meridians bit by bit, forcing out the stubborn, cold, and poisonous energy little by little.

The only sound in the room was the soft breathing of the two people.

Yang Guo's face alternated between deathly pale and flushed, and cold sweat trickled down his cheeks, dripping onto the bedding.

He gritted his teeth, remaining silent, and let Huang Rong's internal energy flow through his body.

Huang Rong's forehead was also covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

She had been practicing her internal energy for half an hour, and her internal strength was quite depleted, but the strength in her palm remained stable, and she dared not slacken in the slightest.

a long time--

Yang Guo suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The blood that fell to the ground emitted a faint chill, corroding several small pits and making a hissing sound.

A foul, fishy odor filled the air, making one want to vomit.

Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew her hands, and helped him lie down slowly.

Her face was a little pale, but her eyes were full of relief: "It's all done. The last bit of poisonous blood has been forced out. She just needs to rest for a few days and she will be fully recovered."

Yang Guo opened his eyes, looked at her tired face, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Master."

Huang Rong's eyes were slightly red, and she reached out to stroke his face.

Her movements were extremely light and gentle, filled with deep pity and heartache: "Silly child... what nonsense are you talking about?"

She paused, then said softly, "All these injuries you have are for Fu'er. As her mother, I should be thanking you."

Yang Guo grasped her hand and smiled, "Why are you being so polite with me, Master? Fu'er is my person, it's only right that I save her."

Huang Rong looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears.

This young man could have stayed out of it, but he chose to take the risk alone.

He could have waited for Guo Jing to lead the men, but he insisted on sneaking into the enemy camp alone.

All this was to spare Fu'er a few hours of suffering, and to ease the worries of the mother and daughter.

How could she not be moved by such a gesture?

A soft knocking sound came from outside the door.

Huang Rong quickly withdrew her hand, straightened her clothes, and then got up to open the door.

Guo Fu stood outside the door, her eyes red and swollen, holding a bowl of steaming medicine in her hand.

She had clearly not slept well all night, and her face looked somewhat haggard, but her eyes were full of worry and anxiety.

"Mother, Brother Yang, he..."

"I've forced the poison out; you're fine now."

Huang Rong stepped aside to let her in, her tone gentle, "You talk to him for a while, Mother is going to rest for a bit. I was busy all night, I need to take a break."

Guo Fu nodded and carried the medicine to the bedside.

Huang Rong glanced at Yang Guo, turned and left, gently closing the door behind her.

Only two people remained in the room.

Guo Fu sat down by the bed, holding the medicine bowl. Looking at Yang Guo's pale face, tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Brother Yang..."

Yang Guo looked at her and smiled slightly: "What's wrong, Sister Fu? I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Guo Fu quickly covered his mouth, her tears falling even more fiercely. "Brother Yang...it's all my fault...I shouldn't have run away in a huff...If I hadn't been so willful, you wouldn't have..."

Yang Guo grasped her hand, gently pulled it down, and said seriously, "Silly girl, what are you saying? You're mine, saving you is only right and proper. If it were you, would you just stand by and watch me go to my death?"

Guo Fu shook her head frantically, threw herself into his arms, and began to sob.

Yang Guo gently patted her back, letting her cry as much as she wanted.

After a while, Guo Fu stopped crying, lifted her head from his arms, her eyes and nose were red, like a wronged little rabbit.

"Brother Yang..." she sniffed, "The medicine is getting cold, you should drink it first."

Yang Guo nodded, took the medicine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

The medicine was bitter, but he didn't even flinch.

Guo Fu took the empty bowl, placed it aside, then took his hand and whispered:

"Brother Yang, I promise I'll never be willful again. I'll listen to whatever you say, and I'll do whatever you ask me to do. I promise."

Looking at her earnest little face, Yang Guo's heart softened, and he reached out to ruffle her hair.

"Alright, alright, I believe you. But Fu-mei, remember, no matter what happens, you have to tell me first, don't run off on your own. You were lucky this time, but what about next time?"

Guo Fu nodded repeatedly, her eyes reddening again.

The two talked for a while longer before Guo Fu reluctantly left, telling him to get some rest.

Yang Guo leaned against the headboard to regulate his breathing. Although the toxins in his body had been expelled, his meridians were severely damaged and needed time to recover.

They didn't rest for long.

Footsteps approached from outside the window and stopped at the door.

A knock came at the door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Guo Jing walked in.

Yang Guo was startled and quickly tried to get up.

"Don't move." Guo Jing stepped forward, pressed down on his shoulder, his tone gentle but firm, "You're injured, lie down properly."

Yang Guo had no choice but to lean back against the headboard.

Guo Jing sat down by the bed and remained silent for a moment.

The room fell silent.

Guo Jing remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"Guo'er," his voice was a little hoarse, "about yesterday... Uncle thanks you."

Yang Guo shook his head: "Uncle Guo, you flatter me. Fu'er is my person, it is only right that I save her."

"Should be?" Guo Jing looked at him, his gaze complex. "You single-handedly stormed into the enemy camp, faced six top masters, were struck by a poisoned palm, and nearly lost your life—is that what you call 'should be'?"

Yang Guo did not answer.

Guo Jing continued, "I, Guo Jing, have lived for so many years and have seen countless people. Some people talk a good game, but when it comes down to it, they run away faster than anyone else; others are unassuming in ordinary times, but they can step forward in times of crisis. Guo'er, you are the latter."

He paused, his voice growing even deeper: "It's Fu'er's good fortune to have met you."

Yang Guo was shocked and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Guo Jing looked at him, his eyes full of admiration and gratitude: "Before... your uncle had some dissatisfaction with you. There were too many women around you, and your uncle was worried that Fu'er would be wronged. But after this incident, your uncle understands—your heart for Fu'er is genuine. You are willing to risk your life for her, and that is enough."

Yang Guo solemnly said, "Uncle Guo, rest assured, I will treat Fu'er well for the rest of my life. I will not let her suffer any injustice, and I will not let anyone bully her. This is my promise."

Guo Jing stared at him for a long time before finally nodding.

He stood up, walked to the door, suddenly stopped, and turned back to look at Yang Guo.

"Guo'er".

"Um?"

A rare smile appeared on Guo Jing's face, a smile that contained relief, satisfaction, and a touch of elder's kindness:

"From now on... call him father-in-law."

Yang Guo was stunned.

Guo Jing had already pushed open the door and left, leaving behind only a tall and straight figure and those words echoing in the air.

Yang Guo leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the door, and remained unresponsive for a long time.

father in law?

Does this mean Guo Jing... has accepted him?

Yang Guo's lips slowly curled up, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Although it aggravated his wound and made him wince in pain, he couldn't suppress the smile.