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

After Huang Rong woke up.

They discovered that Guo Fu was no longer in bed.

I immediately guessed what it was.

Huang Rong took a deep breath, as if she had just woken up from a deep sleep, and let out a lazy, slightly hoarse nasal sound: "Mmm..."

She first moved her shoulders, as if trying to stretch them out.

Then, in a tone that was both groggy from just waking up and forcedly calm, she spoke softly:

"Is it...dawn yet?"

These words were clearly heard by Yang Guo, who was standing right next to her, and Guo Fu, who was sitting opposite her.

This is undoubtedly a signal—I'm awake, I know what's going on, and you all better behave yourselves!

As if electrocuted, Guo Fu immediately withdrew her small hand that was touching Yang Guo's hand.

Her face turned as red as if it were about to bleed, and she shrank her head further into the blanket, not daring to look at her mother.

She didn't dare look at Yang Guo again, and only vaguely replied, "...Hmm, it seems to be lit up."

Yang Guo cleared his throat, his voice low and husky from just waking up: "It's bright now. Master Gan, Sister Fu, did you sleep well last night?"

Guo Fu's face flushed again at the question.

Huang Rong did not answer this awkward question.

She sat up with her back to the two of them, her tone returning to its usual cool and steady, but slightly faster than usual:

"Now that you're awake, get up and get ready. We still have a long way to go today."

As she spoke, she lifted the thin blanket and got out of bed.

She walked straight behind the screen and began to tidy her clothes and long hair.

On the bed, Guo Fu secretly peeked through the gap in the quilt at her mother's departing figure.

He then quickly glanced at Yang Guo, who was also sitting up beside him.

Meeting the other person's equally meaningful gaze, tinged with a helpless smile, she let out a soft "Ah!" and buried her head completely in the blankets, becoming an ostrich.

Yang Guo touched his nose, feeling the two distinctly different wonderful sensations that seemed to linger in his palm.

Watching the mother and daughter, one pretending to be calm while tidying up behind the screen, and the other feigning death in bed, too ashamed to be seen, the corners of his mouth curved into a deeper smile.

This journey to Xiangyang seems destined to be anything but lonely.

……

After leaving that embarrassing guesthouse, the second day's itinerary went much more smoothly.

Huang Rong deliberately quickened her pace, as if she wanted to leave the ambiguity and embarrassment of the previous night far behind.

After her initial shyness, Guo Fu regained her liveliness as the wind blew on her back on horseback.

However, there was an indescribable intimacy and dependence in her eyes when she looked at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo, as always, remained calm and composed, as if the morning's chaos was merely a trivial interlude.

As the sun set, a rather large town came into view, much more bustling than where the inn was the previous night.

The largest inn at the town entrance, "Ping An Inn," is adorned with fluttering banners and appears clean and bright.

"We'll rest here tonight," Huang Rong said after reining in her horse and observing for a moment.

At the very least, there should be enough rooms here.

The three dismounted and entered the shop.

Sure enough, the innkeeper greeted us warmly, and there were still rooms available.

"Three superior rooms, adjacent to each other," Huang Rong instructed, and prepaid the money.

"Alright! Rooms number six, seven, and eight are on the second floor, just turn left!" The manager quickly handed over the keys.

Just as Huang Rong took the key and was about to lead Yang Guo and Guo Fu upstairs, three more people walked in through the inn's entrance, attracting Yang Guo's attention.

The person in the lead was a woman wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe.

The robe was well-tailored and, far from making her look bulky, accentuated her graceful figure and stunning curves.

She was in her early thirties, with fair skin, beautiful features, and slightly upturned eyes that gave her a natural charm, but her expression was as cold as ice. The snow-white whisk in her hand added to her otherworldly air.

However, the fierceness and charm in his eyes and brows intertwined to create an extremely unique and dangerous allure.

Two girls followed behind her.

The one on the left is slightly older, around twenty years old, with a beautiful face, but with a hint of caution and submissiveness in his brows. He is dressed in a light purple outfit and carries a long sword on his back.

The one on the right is even younger, about fifteen or sixteen years old, similar to Guo Fu. She has bright eyes and white teeth, and is charming and lovely. However, she has a slight limp in her left leg, which makes it a little inconvenient for her to walk. Her face shows a hint of stubbornness and forbearance, and she is wearing a light green dress.

Li Mochou! Lu Wushuang! Hong Lingbo!

These three names immediately flashed through Yang Guo's mind.

Although there may be some discrepancies with the details of the original work, the combination of the iconic Taoist nun and the lame girl, along with that aloof and unapproachable aura, makes their identities obvious.

He couldn't help but glance at the Taoist nun in the apricot robe a few more times, secretly admiring her.

As expected, Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy, is indeed a stunningly beautiful woman, both alluring and deadly.

It's simply because she's pretty!

Otherwise, her title wouldn't be Crimson Serpent Fairy, but Crimson Serpent Witch.

Almost simultaneously, Li Mochou's gaze swept over as well.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on Huang Rong, who possessed outstanding temperament and stunning beauty, a hint of vigilance and assessment flashing in her phoenix eyes.

Then, his gaze swept past the charming Guo Fu and finally landed on Yang Guo.

What a handsome young man!

Li Mochou's heart stirred slightly.

The young man before me was tall and handsome, with striking features, especially his eyes, which were clear and bright yet deep and unfathomable.

There always seemed to be a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, making him appear both upright and slightly wicked. His demeanor was calm and composed, definitely not that of an ordinary martial arts practitioner.

What's even more remarkable is the look in his eyes when he looks at himself.

There was no obsession or fear that is common among ordinary men.

Instead, it carries a pure and unpretentious appreciation.

Li Mochou had cultivated the "Five Poisons Secret Technique," which had already made her temperament extreme and cold. However, everyone has a love for beauty, and besides, she was confident in her beauty, so it was only natural for her to take a second look at such an outstanding young man.

However, she had other purposes for this trip and did not want to cause any trouble. Her gaze was only briefly met with hers before she looked away, her expression remaining cold.

"Manager, three superior rooms, quiet ones," Li Mochou said, her voice clear yet carrying an undeniable chill.

"What a pity, young lady, there are only three superior rooms left, and they happen to be the nine, ten, and eleven rooms next to this lady's. What do you think..." The innkeeper was somewhat embarrassed.

Li Mochou frowned slightly, glanced at Huang Rong and the other two, and seeing that they did not respond, said indifferently, "Okay."

Without exchanging words, the two took their keys and went upstairs.

Coincidentally, Yang Guo's room number eight in the "Heaven" section was directly opposite Li Mochou's room number nine in the "Heaven" section (where Li Mochou lived), separated by a narrow corridor.

After a quick wash, everyone went downstairs for dinner.

The inn lobby was bustling, but there were two empty tables next to each other by the window.

Huang Rong sat at one table with Yang Guo and Guo Fu, while Li Mochou and her two disciples sat at an adjacent table.

The atmosphere was subtle.

The two groups ordered their own food without disturbing each other.