Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

It's too fishy.

Yang Guo covered his mouth, forcing himself not to vomit, and even managed to shed two physiological tears from the corners of his eyes.

Ouyang Feng squatted to the side, still clutching another bloody kidney in his hand, his eyes burning with fervor. "How's it going? Can you feel a surge of heat rising from your dantian? That's your power! With this power, you can take down not just one Red Serpent Fairy, but ten of them!"

Yang Guo wore a bitter expression, thinking to himself that he felt no warmth, but he had a ton of thoughts of dying.

"Dad, that was too much force, I need to catch my breath." Yang Guo waved his hand, plopped down on the ground, and moved away from the dead wild boar with its eyes wide open.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng's brows immediately furrowed, and he slammed the kidney in his hand to the ground: "Stop taking a break! This drug's effects need to be struck while it's hot! Go now, strip that girl naked, and while she's still burning with passion, make another little one for the Yang family!"

Although Li Mochou in the corner couldn't speak, the terror in her beautiful eyes was almost overflowing. She, the dignified Red Serpent Fairy, had now been reduced to having her chastity decided by the whim of this mad old man.

Yang Guo glanced at Li Mochou. Although this woman was in a sorry state now, her inherent arrogance remained. If he really pushed her too far, he would definitely be chopped into mincemeat the day she escaped.

No, we have to save ourselves.

"Father!" Yang Guo slapped his thigh suddenly, his face serious. "You don't understand. Giving birth isn't just a matter of physical strength; it's also a matter of skill!"

Ouyang Feng was taken aback for a moment, then blinked: "What technology? Isn't it just that kind of thing?"

"No, no." Yang Guo shook his finger, striking a pose like an old scholar. "Think about it, what are we going to have? The greatest grandson in the world! We have to be perfect in terms of timing, location, and people. Right now, this cave is damp and cold, and it smells like pigs—the environment is terrible. Plus, this wife..."

He pointed at Li Mochou, "She's terrified right now, her mind is filled with thoughts of murder and arson. A child conceived under these circumstances will definitely be born with a violent temper, and might even be a crying, idiot. Do you want a foolish grandson?"

"Fool?" The pent-up anger finally subsided, and although his limbs were still weak, he could barely move them. "That's right," Yang Guo coaxed patiently. "So we need to focus on 'eugenics.' We need to take her out to eat and drink well, to fatten her up, and to keep her happy. Then, when the time is right, even the hardest heart can be moved, and the child born will be truly divine!"

Ouyang Feng scratched his messy white hair and thought his adopted son made a lot of sense.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Ouyang Feng asked humbly.

Yang Guo's eyes lit up: "Let's go down the mountain! Find a decent town, stay in the best inn, and have the best feast. Let me take good care of her health and, incidentally, cultivate our relationship."

Ouyang Feng slapped his thigh: "Granted! Let's go!"

He left without a word. This old madman acted swiftly and decisively, giving Yang Guo no time to react. He walked a few steps to Li Mochou and touched her a few times.

Li Mochou felt a sudden release in her throat, and her whole body immediately bristled.

"Your speech acupoint is off, and you can move your hands and feet again. But your internal energy still needs to be sealed." Ouyang Feng glared at Li Mochou. "Little girl, listen to me carefully. If you dare to run away, or dare to hurt my son, I'll strip you naked and leave you hanging at the gate of the Quanzhen Sect!"

Li Mochou gritted her teeth, her face as pale as paper. This was what she was truly worried about; the old madman was clearly mentally unstable, and what he said, he might actually do.

Although he was not afraid of death and had even thought about ending it all, the thought of being humiliated after death was worse than death itself.

Yang Guo walked over without any hesitation and reached out to help her. Li Mochou instinctively tried to dodge, but Yang Guo grabbed her wrist.

"Don't move," Yang Guo said in a low voice, in a tone only the two of them could hear. "If you want to live, listen to me. This old madman is obsessed with having a grandson right now. If you show any resistance, he might actually cripple you and use you as a breeding machine. As long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback."

Li Mochou stiffened for a moment, but ultimately did not break free. She wasn't stupid; the current situation was beyond her control.

"Let's go!" Ouyang Feng was in a great mood. He didn't care how much the two dawdled. With a wave of his sleeve, he rushed out of the cave first.

……

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the forests are lush and verdant.

The group of three looked particularly strange. A crazy old man was hopping and skipping in front of them, occasionally walking upside down; behind him followed a handsome young man, supporting a beautiful but cold-faced Taoist nun dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe.

Li Mochou had lost all her internal energy, making it extremely difficult for her to walk along the mountain path. Before long, a layer of fine sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breathing became rapid.

Her Taoist robe was already somewhat disheveled, and now, with her panting, her chest rose and fell, making Yang Guo's mouth go dry.

"What are you looking at!" Li Mochou noticed Yang Guo's gaze and scolded him in a low voice.

"Look at my wife," Yang Guo said with a grin. "We've already consummated our marriage, so what's wrong with looking at her? Besides, if I hadn't said what I just said, you'd still be in that cave keeping that dead wild boar company."

"Shameless!" Li Mochou cursed, but said nothing more. She knew in her heart that although Yang Guo was a petty lecher, he had indeed saved her life just now. This realization made her feel very awkward; she wanted to slap him to death, yet she had no choice but to rely on him.

As they were walking, Ouyang Feng, who was ahead of them, suddenly stopped.

"There are people." Ouyang Feng twitched his nose, as if sniffing the air. "Lots of people, and there's a stench of an old Taoist priest."

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat. An old Taoist priest? At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, who else could it be but the Quanzhen Sect?

Before he could think it through, seven or eight figures suddenly sprang out of the woods ahead. They were all dressed in gray Taoist robes, carrying long swords, and each had an arrogant expression.

The leader, with a pointed face and a sinister look in his eyes, was none other than Lu Qingdu, the eldest disciple of Zhao Zhijing, an old acquaintance of Yang Guo, who often bullied Yang Guo.

"Hey, isn't this that little rascal Yang Guo?" Lu Qingdu's eyes lit up the moment he saw Yang Guo. "Master has been searching the whole mountain for you, and you've delivered yourself right to our doorstep! Let's see where you run this time!"

His gaze shifted to Li Mochou beside Yang Guo, and a lecherous expression immediately appeared on his face: "Tsk tsk, where did you pick up this Daoist nun from? She's not bad looking. Could it be that you, you little beast, stole a woman from the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

Li Mochou's eyes turned cold. Normally, she could send this kind of trash to meet the King of Hell with a single silver needle. But now, fallen from grace, she was being humiliated by such an ant.

"Lu Qingdu." Yang Guo was not afraid at all. Instead, he released his hand from Li Mochou, crossed his arms, and looked at the group of people with a playful expression. "Haven't seen you for a few days. Did you eat shit? It stinks."

"You're courting death!" Lu Qingdu roared, brandishing his longsword. "Junior brothers, attack! Capture this little beast! Master said he must be alive, brought back for some proper processing!"

Seven or eight Quanzhen disciples rushed forward, their swords flashing, aiming straight for Yang Guo.

Yang Guo stood rooted to the spot, showing no intention of dodging. He simply turned his head and shouted at the old man still upside down in front of him, "Father! Someone's trying to kill your grandson's father! If you hurt me, who will give you a grandson in the future?!"

That shout was heart-wrenching, filled with genuine emotion.

Li Mochou's lips twitched. This scoundrel truly embodied the phrase "bullying others by abusing one's power" to the extreme.

Ouyang Feng, who was watching ants move house upside down, suddenly felt a terrifying aura spread out when he heard the word "grandson".

"Who? Who dares to touch my grandson!"

Ouyang Feng suddenly flipped himself up, and his terrifying aura spread out.

Lu Qingdu and the others felt a gust of wind rush towards them. Before they could see what was happening, a disheveled old madman appeared before them.

"roll!"

Ouyang Feng let out a loud shout, without using any special moves, he simply waved his sleeve.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Yang Guo's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, ruthless expression. The one closest to him suffered the greatest impact. He spun three times in the air before crashing heavily to Yang Guo's feet, his longsword shattered into several pieces, and countless ribs were broken. He writhed on the ground in agony.

"What...what kind of monster is this..." Lu Qingdu looked at Ouyang Feng in horror, so frightened that he wet his pants.

Yang Guo smiled and squatted down, picked up a broken sword, and patted Lu Qingdu's face, which was covered in cold sweat, with the tip of the sword.

"Senior Brother Lu, who did you say you were going to take back to be processed?"

Looking at Yang Guo's harmless smiling face, and then at the old madman beside him who was like a demon, Lu Qingdu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Junior Brother Yang...it's a misunderstanding...it's all a misunderstanding..." Lu Qingdu stammered, begging for forgiveness. "I was following Master's orders...it has nothing to do with me..."

"Misunderstanding?" Yang slapped Lu Qingdu again, swelling half of his face. Relying on Zhao Zhijing's power, Qingdu had caused him a lot of trouble, even trying to kill him several times. Today, the tables have turned, and this score needs to be settled properly.

"Snapped!"

Yang Guo slapped Lu Qingdu hard across the face, knocking out two of his front teeth.

"This slap was for Grandma Sun."

"Snapped!"

Yang Guo stood up and looked down at Lu Qingdu, who was paralyzed on the ground and unable to move, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"This slap was for myself."

Looking at Li Mochou beside him, who could erupt at any moment, Yang Guo could only sigh silently in his heart. Pity.

"Go back and tell Zhao Zhijing to wash his neck clean and wait. What I, Yang Guo, have lost, I will take back with my own hands sooner or later. Get out!"

Lu Qingdu felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and scrambled into the woods, not even bothering with his unconscious junior brothers.

Ouyang Feng clapped his hands as he watched, "Good! Well done! Son, that's right! We, the Yang family, never suffer a loss! Anyone who dares to mess with us, we'll beat them so badly their own mothers wouldn't recognize them!"

Li Mochou observed all of this with a cold eye. Looking at Yang Guo's ruthlessness just now, a slight thought stirred within her. This kid usually seemed so glib, but she hadn't expected him to be such a ruthless character when it came to fighting. This personality... was somewhat like hers.

"Alright, Father, they're just a few small fry. Don't spoil our fun." Yang Guo threw away the broken sword, dusted off his hands, walked back to Li Mochou's side, and naturally put his arm around her waist.

Li Mochou froze, about to lash out, when Yang Guo whispered in her ear, "Cooperate, that old madman is watching. If you don't want him to use acupressure on you again, just be a good little wife."

Li Mochou took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to kill him with a single blow, and let the large hand roam around her waist.

"Let's go, wife." Yang Guo smiled brightly. "We'll go eat and drink well and nourish you properly."

Ouyang Feng led the way with a cheerful smile: "Yes, yes, yes! We need to nourish ourselves! We absolutely must! That pork kidney wasn't enough. When we get to town, Dad will order you ten plates of stir-fried pork kidney!"

Yang Guo stumbled and almost fell to his knees.

Ten plates?

This is going to kill people!

Looking at the crazy figure in front of him, and then at Li Mochou beside him who could have an attack at any moment, Yang Guo could only sigh silently in his heart.

This "soft rice" is not only hard, but also scalding hot.

But who is Yang Guo? As long as you wield your hoe well, no corner is too high to dig down. As long as you're skilled, no obstacle is insurmountable.

"Let's go!"

Yang Guo straightened his back and strode forward. Who cares who he is? As long as his mad father is still alive, Yang Guo can roam the martial world with impunity!