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

The side hall of Chongyang Palace was filled with the smell of medicine.

"Master...you must do justice for your disciple!"

A bloodcurdling scream shattered the tranquility of the hall.

Zhao Zhijing had just picked up his teacup and hadn't even brought it to his lips when the commotion of the pig being slaughtered startled him so much that his hand trembled.

His eyelids twitched, he put down his teacup, and looked at the ball of flesh that had rolled in.

Lu Qingdu's gray Taoist robe was torn into strips, covered with dirt and grass clippings.

The worst part is his mouth; he's lost two front teeth, so he speaks with a lisp, which only makes him more annoying.

"Master... Ugh's teeth... Ugh's teeth are gone..."

Lu Qingdu lay on the ground, his snot, tears, and blood mixed together, leaving a disgusting mark on the floor.

Looking at his eldest apprentice, Zhao Zhijing felt no pity whatsoever. The apprentice, with his two thick, chubby hands hanging limply, looked at Zhao Zhijing with a pitiful expression.

waste.

It's just a piece of junk food.

Last time, after being beaten by that little bastard Yang Guo, she came crying to complain that she had gone to cause trouble for Yang Guo in order to protect her own. And what was the result? She was severely scolded by that old geezer Qiu Chuji, who said that she was bullying the younger generation and had no manners as an elder.

That reprimand made him lose face in front of the third generation of disciples.

Before I could even catch my breath, this idiot came again.

"Stop crying!"

Zhao Zhijing slammed his teacup down on the table. "Don't you have any semblance of a Quanzhen disciple? Stand up!"

Lu Qingdu shuddered in fright and dared not lie still. He groaned as he got up. Zhao Zhijing waved his hand impatiently, his face full of disgust.

"Yang Guo again?" Zhao Zhijing asked, glancing sideways.

Lu Qingdu nodded frantically, aggravating the wound on his face, causing him to grimace in pain: "It was that little beast! Master, he was too ruthless! Look at my face, my teeth... how can I ever face anyone again!"

"He hit you, so you didn't hit him back?" Zhao Zhijing sneered. "What's the point of all your training? You can't even beat a new disciple who's only been practicing for less than half a year, and you still have the nerve to come back and cry?"

"No, Master!" Lu Qingdu stamped his foot anxiously. "That little beast is incredibly strange! And... and he's not alone!"

Zhao Zhijing had no interest in listening to his excuses.

Yang Guo is indeed a bit strange. I experienced it myself last time. His internal strength is not weak, and his moves are also strange.

But no matter how strange it is, it's still just a child.

If he were to go to the sect leader again over this matter, Qiu Chuji would surely say, "It's inevitable for fellow disciples to clash during their training," and then turn around and punish him for his poor teaching.

This loss is something you only need to experience once.

"Alright." That look in his eyes sent chills down your spine. Go back to your training. Stop crying and whining like a woman all day. Go to the pharmacy and get some medicine. Don't embarrass yourself in public these next few days."

After saying that, he picked up his teacup and prepared to see the guest off.

Lu Qingdu was dumbfounded.

Normally, Master is very protective of his own, so why isn't he intervening today?

If his master hadn't intervened, wouldn't he have suffered that beating for nothing? Wouldn't he have lost those two front teeth for nothing?

No, we absolutely cannot let this go.

Lu Qingdu's underdeveloped brain was working overtime when he suddenly remembered something.

"Master! This is truly no fault of your disciple's incompetence!" Lu Qingdu took two steps forward, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "When I encountered that little beast at the foot of the mountain, he was fooling around with someone!"

Zhao Zhijing paused, not even lifting his eyelids: "Hooking up with someone? With whom? That old woman from the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

"It's not Granny Sun!" Lu Qingdu said urgently, "It's a Taoist nun! She's really stunning... no, she's incredibly alluring! She's wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe and holding a whisk. That little beast was hugging and kissing her, being very affectionate, and even calling her 'wife'!"

Zhao Zhijing tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

An apricot-yellow Taoist robe?

whisk?

Within a hundred miles of Zhongnan Mountain, there are many Daoist nuns, but none who could be associated with Yang Guo, and dressed like this...

Zhao Zhijing's heart skipped a beat.

"What does that Taoist nun look like?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Beautiful! So beautiful!" Lu Qingdu subconsciously revealed a lewd expression, then shuddered. "But also really ruthless." These four words floated into Zhao Zhijing's mind, making him feel refreshed. That little beast called her... something like a fairy?

Red Serpent Fairy.

Li Mochou.

Zhao Zhijing stared at Lu Qingdu, "I was just worried about not being able to find anything wrong with that kid, but he delivered himself to my doorstep. Wasn't he punished by the sect leader to reflect on his actions in the back mountain? Why is he down the mountain?"

"It's absolutely true, Master!" Lu Qingdu raised his hand to swear, "It was in the woods at the foot of Chongyang Palace! I saw it with my own eyes! That little beast not only came down the mountain, but he was also flirting with that female demon. The two of them were even going to stay at an inn in town!"

Zhao Zhijing's breathing quickened.

Ok.

That's great.

The gloom on Zhao Zhijing's face vanished, replaced by barely suppressed excitement.

Leaving the mountain without permission and disobeying the sect leader's decree is a crime.

Colluding with demonic witches and corrupting the reputation of the Quanzhen School are two crimes.

Especially Li Mochou, who was a female demon whom everyone in the martial arts world wanted to kill. The Quanzhen Sect has always considered itself the orthodox sect of Taoism and could not tolerate such evil and heretical ways.

If Yang Guo were to get involved with her, that would be betraying his master and ancestors, a heinous crime!

If this charge is proven true, not even if Qiu Chuji were to be resurrected, Wang Chongyang wouldn't be able to save him!

The gloom on Zhao Zhijing's face vanished, replaced by barely suppressed excitement.

He walked around the table and stood in front of Lu Qingdu, not minding his dirt and grime, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Qingdu, you have suffered."

Zhao Zhijing's voice became exceptionally gentle, so gentle that it gave Lu Qingdu goosebumps.

"Master...Master?" Lu Qingdu was a little confused.

"I never imagined that this wretched boy, Yang Guo, would stoop so low." Zhao Zhijing sighed, looking heartbroken. "Having an affair with a demoness from the Demonic Sect is a capital offense. You risked being injured by that villain to protect the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect; your loyalty is evident to me."

Although Lu Qingdu was stupid, he still understood the meaning behind those words.

Master is up to something!

"Yes, yes, yes! I couldn't stand him colluding with that vixen, that's why I went to confront him!" Lu Qingdu immediately seized the opportunity. "And that little beast beat me up like this! He even insulted you, Master, saying that you..."

"Alright, stop making up this nonsense." Zhao Zhijing interrupted him. "It doesn't matter whether Yang Guo curses me or not. What matters is that he colluded with Li Mochou. That's an undeniable fact."

Zhao Zhijing paced back and forth in the hall, his hands behind his back.

This matter cannot be addressed directly to Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji, that stubborn old man, felt guilty towards Yang Kang, and consequently, he was biased towards Yang Guo as well. If we told him directly, he might think that we were deliberately framing him to settle a personal score, or he might simply arrest Yang Guo and lock him up for a few days to settle the matter.

That's too cheap for that kid.

We need to make a big deal out of this.

The matter became widely known, and Qiu Chuji could no longer cover it up.

Zhao Zhijing stopped and looked out of the hall, towards the direction of Jade Void Cave.

His master, "Iron-Legged Immortal" Wang Chuyi, and his uncle Hao Datong lived there.

Wang Chuyi was an upright and strict man who valued the rules of his sect above all else. Hao Datong, though better-tempered, hated evil and heretical sects the most.

If they find out what Yang Guo has done...

Zhao Zhijing's lips twitched slightly; it was an extremely sinister expression.

"Qingdu, go wash your face," Zhao Zhijing instructed. "Don't wash it too clean; leaving the bloodstains will make it look worse."

"Huh?" Lu Qingdu was taken aback.

"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Zhao Zhijing glared at him. "How can Yang Guo's wickedness be shown if he doesn't suffer? Get ready, and come with me to Yuxu Cave to pay respects to your grandmaster and grand-uncle."

"Yes, yes, yes! Your disciple will go right away!" Lu Qingdu was overjoyed.

This means we need to persuade the elders to come out of seclusion!

Yang Guo, you little beast, you're dead this time!