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

At Chen Shi (7-9 AM), inside the martial arts training ground.

When Yang Guo stepped into the training ground, two figures were already practicing enthusiastically.

Yelü Yan gripped her curved sword and practiced the slashing motions over and over again.

She was dressed in a dark blue outfit, her long hair tied up high, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Each slash was imbued with the power of a unified waist and stance, the blade whistling through the morning light, leaving streaks of cold light.

Wanyan Ping practiced her sword on the other side.

She used the "Falling Petals" sword technique from Peach Blossom Island, with sword light falling like petals and cold stars swirling around her.

Her injuries had healed, and her movements were no longer hesitant. Each move was fluid and graceful, her swordplay continuous and powerful.

Yang Guo stood on the sidelines with his arms crossed, watched for a while, and then nodded slightly.

Both girls are quite quick learners, and they have made significant progress through their diligent study and practice these past few days.

He walked behind Yelü Yan and, just as she swung her knife, reached out and supported her waist and hips.

"Yan'er, your strength is still not enough." Yang Guo's voice rang in her ears. "This strike needs to be powerful. Your waist needs to sink a little more. The power should start from your feet, pass through your waist and hips, and then to your shoulders and wrists."

Yelü Yan's body stiffened slightly.

But she quickly regained her composure and adjusted her posture as instructed.

Yang Guo's palm rested on her waist, warm and strong, guiding her to feel the key to exerting force.

"Yes, that's it." Yang Guo released his grip. "Remember this feeling, and practice it ten more times."

Yelü Yan nodded, took a deep breath, and continued to swing her sword.

Yang Guo then walked to Wan Yanping's side.

She was using the final move of "Falling Petals," which required her to spin and thrust repeatedly.

Seeing that her steps were a little unsteady, Yang Guo reached out and supported her waist, gently pulling her to steady her center of gravity.

"Ping'er, when you spin in this move, you should put your weight on your front foot," he said gently. "Your back foot is only for support; don't use too much force with it."

Wanyan Ping blushed and nodded gently.

She could feel the warmth of Yang Guo's hand seeping through her clothes, and her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly regained her composure and focused on understanding his guidance.

Just then, a figure in pale yellow walked out from the moon gate.

Guo Fu changed into a light yellow outfit and styled her hair into pretty double buns, making her look exceptionally charming.

She immediately saw the scene unfolding before her—Yang Guo was supporting Wanyan Ping's waist, while Yelü Yan was sweating profusely beside him.

He paused for a moment, but quickly composed himself and walked over with a smile.

"Brother Yang!" she called out, quickly walking to Yang Guo's side.

Yang Guo released Wan Yanping, turned to look at her, and smiled, "Sister Fu is here."

Guo Fu naturally took his arm and looked up to ask, "Brother Yang, when did you get up? You weren't here when I woke up."

Yang Guo remained calm and raised his hand to tidy her hair, which was ruffled by the morning breeze: "I couldn't sleep this morning, so I got up to stretch my legs. My injuries have healed, so I'm here to instruct them on their martial arts."

"Healed?" Guo Fu's eyes lit up, but then a hint of doubt flashed across her face.

After the dual cultivation last night, she clearly remembered that Yang Guo's injuries were only 70-80% healed. How could he be completely healed overnight?

She suppressed her doubts and moved even closer, hugging Yang Guo's arm, while secretly sniffing him with her little nose.

It has no taste at all.

Yang Guo smelled only of morning dew and a faint scent of soapberry; he was clean and tidy, without any trace of womanly fragrance.

But—it didn't have her own flavor either.

She slept in Yang Guo's arms for so long last night, she should have his scent on her body, but now there's nothing there.

Brother Yang must have taken a shower.

A hint of doubt flashed through Guo Fu's mind.

Brother Yang clearly slept with her last night, so when did he get up and take a shower?

Why take a shower so early in the morning?

She raised her head and looked at Yang Guo's profile.

At this moment, he was looking at the two women practicing in the arena, his gaze clear and calm, without any abnormality.

Guo Fu suddenly remembered the scene of Yang Guo risking his life to save her that night.

He single-handedly stormed the enemy camp, suffering a poisoned blow, yet he held her tightly, refusing to retreat an inch.

Could this affection be genuine?

Her doubts vanished instantly, and she instead hugged Yang Guo's arm even tighter.

No matter what he did, as long as he has me in his heart, that's enough.

Yang Guo sensed her movement, looked down at her, and asked with a smile in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Guo Fu looked up and smiled sweetly, "I just wanted to hug Brother Yang."

Yang Guo reached out and pinched her cheek, his eyes full of doting affection.

Just then, footsteps sounded again from the moon gate.

Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang walked side by side.

Cheng Ying wore a light blue dress, her long hair was tied up, and her features were gentle and graceful.

She was carrying a food box, clearly there to visit Yang Guo.

But as soon as I entered the training ground, I saw so many people in the field.

Yelü Yan, Wanyan Ping, and Guo Fu were all there. She paused, a hint of unease flashing across her face.

"Cousin, let's go." Lu Wushuang pulled her inside. "Brother Yang is over there."

Cheng Ying was dragged a few steps by her, and whispered, "Wushuang, there are so many people, let's... let's come another day."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Lu Wushuang said nonchalantly, "They're all on our side."

She pulled Cheng Ying to Yang Guo and said with a smile, "Brother Yang, are you healed? Your cousin made ginseng soup early this morning and insisted on bringing it to you."

Cheng Ying blushed and scolded, "Wushuang, don't talk nonsense..."

Yang Guo looked at Cheng Ying with a smile in his eyes: "Thank you for your trouble, Martial Aunt."

Cheng Ying lowered her head and said softly, "It's nothing... I just... just wanted to check if your injury has healed."

Yang Guo took the food box, opened the lid, and a fragrant aroma of ginseng wafted out.

He took a sip and exclaimed, "Delicious! My uncle's cooking is truly excellent."

Cheng Ying blushed even more, standing there helplessly, not knowing what to say.

Lu Wushuang chuckled to herself.

Guo Fu glanced at Cheng Ying, then at Yang Guo, and understood.

She released Yang Guo's arm and said with a smile, "Brother Yang, since Uncle Cheng is here, why don't we all practice our skills together? It'll be more fun with more people."

Yang Guo nodded and said, "Good idea."

He looked at the women and said loudly, "The weather is nice today, let's all practice together. Sister Fu will practice Flowing Cloud Palm, Yan'er will practice swordsmanship, Ping'er will practice swordsmanship, Wushuang will practice lightness skills, and Martial Aunt..."

He paused, then looked at Cheng Ying: "Uncle-Master, why don't you guide Wushuang from the side?"

Cheng Ying was taken aback, and wanted to say that she had only come to take a look, not to practice her skills.

But Lu Wushuang had already pulled her towards the center of the arena, saying as they walked:

"Cousin, come quick! Please teach me some light-body skills. I feel like my movements aren't agile enough lately."

Cheng Ying was pulled along by her and walked into the arena against her will.

Thus, five women appeared together.

Guo Fu practiced the Flowing Cloud Palm in the center of the arena. Her palm technique was light and graceful, and her figure was elegant. She performed the set of palm techniques with great skill.

Yelü Yan practiced his swordsmanship on the spot, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound and a fierce glint of light.

Wanyan Ping practiced her swordsmanship on the spot, the sword light falling like petals, a beautiful sight.

Lu Wushuang practiced her lightness skill in the south. Her figure was like a butterfly flitting among flowers, moving and dodging in the limited space with extraordinary agility.

Cheng Ying watched Lu Wushuang practice her skills, occasionally offering a word or two of guidance.

But she soon discovered that Wushuang's lightness skill had far surpassed her own.

Suddenly, she remembered what Wushuang had told her every day about her dual cultivation with Yang Guo.

As long as one engages in dual cultivation, their cultivation level will advance by leaps and bounds.

With my meager skills, how could I possibly be qualified to instruct her?

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Cheng Ying's heart.

There was relief, disappointment, and a hint of inexplicable inferiority.

After all, her master was Huang Yaoshi, one of the Five Greats!

After receiving his guidance, I realized that my own abilities were not as good as my cousin's, who had been wandering around all the time.

This……

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