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

But this time, they were tears of joy.

Yang Guo bent down and gently kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

The movements were as gentle as if they were handling a rare treasure.

Lu Wushuang trembled, closed her eyes, and let his lips slide from the corner of her eye to her cheek, finally landing on her lips.

At first, it was just a light touch.

Then they gradually went deeper.

Yang Guo moved his hand away from her ankle and gently wrapped it around her waist.

Lu Wushuang responded awkwardly, her hands unconsciously climbing onto his shoulders.

Inside the stone chamber, the air gradually grew hot.

Clothes slipped off one by one.

…………

Unexpectedly, Lu Wushuang has a special physique!

Yang Guo chuckled inwardly!

You're so lucky!

Just looking at them, they exude immense fighting power!

Why is it different from what I saw on the browser in my previous life? Could those be fake?

Is there a difference between innate and acquired traits in this thing?

……

At one point, Lu Wushuang groaned in pain, her fingernails digging deep into his shoulder and back.

"It hurts..." she cried, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Just bear with it, it'll be over soon," Yang Guo reassured him in a low voice.

Gradually, the pain was replaced by another unfamiliar sensation.

She finally understood why the sounds in her master's room last night sounded the way they did.

So that's how it is...

Inside the stone chamber, springtime beauty was in full bloom.

I don't know how much time passed.

When everything calmed down, Lu Wushuang collapsed into Yang Guo's arms, drenched in sweat, too weak to even move a finger.

Yang Guo held her close, his fingers gently combing through her sweat-dampened hair.

"Are you still worried now?" he asked with a low laugh.

Lu Wushuang shook her head, buried her face in his chest, and whispered:

"I'm not worried anymore... Brother Yang, you're so kind..."

Yang Guo chuckled and hugged her tighter.

The girl in his arms was youthful and soft, completely different from Li Mochou's mature and voluptuous figure, yet she was equally captivating to him.

"Wushuang," he suddenly spoke, his voice solemn, "with me by your side, no one will dare to bully you again."

Lu Wushuang trembled, raised her head, and tears welled up in her eyes:

"Brother Yang..."

"I mean it." Yang Guo looked at her, his gaze firm. "I won't let you suffer the same pain you did before. From now on, you can laugh when you want to laugh, and cry when you want to cry. You won't have to worry about anyone else's opinion anymore."

Lu Wushuang could no longer hold back and threw herself into his arms, bursting into tears.

This time, it was a cry of complete release.

He cried out all the fear, inferiority, and grievances he had felt over the years while following Li Mochou.

Yang Guo held her quietly, letting her vent her emotions.

After a long while, the crying gradually stopped.

Lu Wushuang raised her head, her eyes red and swollen, but her face wore an unprecedentedly relaxed smile:

"Brother Yang, can I... follow you forever from now on?"

"Of course." Yang Guo kissed her forehead. "Not only you, but also your senior sister, your master, Miss Long... We'll go to Xiangyang together, and roam the martial world together. This world is vast, I'll show you."

Lu Wushuang nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with anticipation.

But she was, after all, a novice in such matters.

After resting, she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to lift her fingers, and her eyelids were so heavy that they kept drooping.

Yang Guo looked at her.

He gently stroked her sweaty back and said softly, "Sleep, I'm here."

Lu Wushuang closed her eyes peacefully and almost instantly fell asleep.

His breathing gradually became even and long, but his brows were still slightly furrowed.

Clearly, the training she had just undergone was far too intense an experience for a young girl as inexperienced as her.

Yang Guo held her quietly, feeling the soft body of the girl in his arms, and his heart was filled with tenderness.

Just then—

Very light footsteps came from outside the stone gate.

The footsteps stopped at the doorway, as if hesitating for a moment, before the stone door was gently pushed open a crack.

Under the dim, yellowish light of the fluorescent stone, a figure in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe stood outside the door.

Li Mochou.

She had clearly just come from her stone chamber; her long hair was loose and draped over her shoulders.

The sash of her Taoist robe was tied casually, and the collar was slightly open, revealing a small patch of fair skin.

Her beautiful face carried a hint of languor, and her phoenix eyes shone brightly in the dim light.

Her gaze first fell on Yang Guo's face, then turned to Lu Wushuang, who was fast asleep in his arms.

Seeing Lu Wushuang's exhausted appearance and tear stains in the corners of her eyes, Li Mochou's lips curled into a knowing smile.

"This girl... really couldn't handle it." She said softly, stepped into the stone chamber, and closed the stone door behind her.

Yang Guo looked up at her, a smile in his eyes: "What brings you here?"

"I heard a noise and came to check." Li Mochou walked to the bedside, leaned down to look at Lu Wushuang's sleeping face, and gently brushed away the sweat-dampened hair on her forehead. "This silly girl, she must be in a lot of pain."

Her movements were unusually gentle.

Yang Guo nodded: "That's normal."

Li Mochou straightened up, her gaze falling on Yang Guo, a mischievous glint in her eyes:

"And what about you? It's over after just beginning?"

The question was direct and carried a hint of provocation.

Yang Guo smiled.

He gently laid Lu Wushuang down, covered her with a light blanket, and then got up and walked towards Li Mochou.

"What's wrong, Mochou? Are you still not satisfied?" He stopped in front of Li Mochou, the two of them only a few feet apart.

Li Mochou looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears: "What do you think? Last night was rushed, and today Wushuang beat me to it again—Young Master Yang, your heart is so biased."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently poked Yang Guo's chest.

Those fingertips carried a hint of strength, yet also a touch of teasing.

Yang Guo took her hand and pulled her into his arms.

"Then tonight, I'll make it up to you properly." He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

Li Mochou trembled, but instead of flinching, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck:

"You said it yourself."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Guo lowered his head and kissed her lips.

This kiss was completely different from the gentleness he had shown Lu Wushuang earlier; it was aggressive and carried an undeniable force.

Li Mochou was taken aback at first, then responded enthusiastically.

Yang Guo's hand slid from her waist into her Taoist robe, the burning heat of his palm soothing her delicate skin.

Li Mochou groaned and her body went limp.

"Go...go over there..." she gasped, pointing to the open space on the other side of the stone chamber, "Don't wake Wushuang..."

Yang Guo picked her up and carried her to a corner of the stone chamber, where he gently laid her down.

A simple straw mat was laid on the ground, but who cared about that at the moment?

Li Mochou's Taoist robe was unfastened, and her moon-white inner garment slipped down, revealing her voluptuous and alluring figure.

The faint red palm print left yesterday is still there, adding an eerie beauty in the dim light.

Yang Guo bent down and kissed the palm mark.

"Ugh..." Li Mochou trembled and ran her hands through his hair.

This night has only just begun.

The atmosphere inside the stone chamber was completely different from what it had been just now.

If Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang's first time was guided by gentle tenderness, then...

Therefore, this battle with Li Mochou was a thoroughly enjoyable contest.

Li Mochou was not an innocent young girl.

Her body was mature and voluptuous, her reactions were passionate and bold, and her ability to withstand cultivation was far superior to that of Lu Wushuang.

Yang Guo no longer restrained himself.

The mental techniques of "Yin Yang Harmony Chapter" quietly began to operate, and internal energy circulated and merged within the two individuals.

Each time, they carried pure internal energy, cleansing each other's meridians.

Li Mochou felt an unprecedented pleasure surge through her body, similar to the feeling she had when healing her wounds the night before, yet completely different.

Last night was more about the profound fusion of internal energy, while now it is... a dual peak.

I don't know how much time passed.

She collapsed onto the straw mat, panting heavily, her whole body drenched in sweat, even her fingertips trembling.

Yang Guo bent down and gently kissed her forehead.

"How was it?" he asked in a low, husky voice, tinged with amusement.

Li Mochou opened her eyes, her gaze shimmering with tears and radiating a seductive charm.

"...That felt good." She uttered the two words in a hoarse voice, a satisfied smile curving her lips.

Yang Guo smiled, lay down beside her, and pulled her into his arms.

The two embraced quietly, feeling each other's heartbeats.

The internal energy within the body continues to circulate, becoming more refined with each cycle.

After a long silence, Li Mochou suddenly spoke softly:

"What are your plans... for dealing with Wushuang?"

Yang Guo looked down at her: "Why are you asking that?"

"That girl is simple-minded and devoted to you," Li Mochou said calmly. "Since you've taken her, you must treat her well. Don't let her... suffer the same fate as me."

These words were spoken with unusual gentleness, even carrying a hint of entrustment.

Yang Guo's heart stirred, and he held her tighter:

"Don't worry. I, Yang Guo, am not Lu Zhanyuan."

Li Mochou's body trembled slightly.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"I know," Yang Guo said earnestly. "I will be good to you all. Wushuang, you, Miss Long... all of you."

Li Mochou stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was no longer the mocking or fierce one of the past, but a relaxed one.

"Okay," she said softly, "I believe you."

She paused, then added, "However... if you betray Wushuang, I will be the first to not forgive you."

Yang Guo chuckled: "What if I betray you?"

A cold glint flashed in Li Mochou's eyes: "Then I'll use the Ice Soul Silver Needles to poke a hundred holes in your body."

"Finally, use scissors to cut off the small mushrooms."

These words were harsh, but Yang Guo understood the sentiment behind them.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips: "That day will never come."

Li Mochou leaned back into his arms and closed her eyes.

Silence returned to the stone chamber.

Only the breathing of the three people could be heard, rising and falling.

Lu Wushuang was fast asleep on the stone bed, completely unaware of everything that was happening in the corner.

Li Mochou gradually drifted off to sleep in Yang Guo's arms.

Yang Guo held the warm, soft woman in his arms and looked at Lu Wushuang in the stone chamber.