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

Yang Guo crouched behind a clump of withered grass that was half a person's height, holding his breath.

Not far ahead, on the mountain path, several Quanzhen disciples were helping each other down the mountain. They were walking very slowly, and their groans and moans drifted into Yang Guo's ears on the wind.

"Who is that madman...? He's so ruthless..."

"Don't even mention it, I broke three ribs and almost went to meet my ancestor."

"Let's go quickly, in case he comes back..."

Yang Guo was filled with regret.

I never expected this.

Judging from the miserable state of these people and their unique injuries—some with faces swollen like pig heads, and others with limbs twisted at bizarre angles—it was clearly the work of Ouyang Feng.

The old madman can't find himself; he's taking his anger out on the Quanzhen School.

This matter cannot be blown out of proportion; I need to appease my crazy father first.

Yang Guo crouched low, using the "snake-walking, fox-flipping" footwork to silently retreat.

I had only taken two steps back when my back suddenly bumped into a fleshy wall.

It's rock hard.

Yang Guo's scalp tingled.

He recognized the smell; it was something all the old Taoist priests of the Quanzhen School carried, their bodies permeated with incense over the years.

"Junior Nephew Yang, are you leaving already?"

The voice was sinister.

Yang Guo stiffly turned his neck.

Zhao Zhijing's long, thin face was right in front of him, less than three inches from his nose.

Behind Zhao Zhijing stood a tall, thin old Taoist priest.

His hair and beard were gray, his face was thin, and he held a long, sheathed sword in his hand. He didn't speak, but stood there quietly, dignified and imposing.

Iron-Legged Immortal, Wang Chuyi.

It’s over.

Yang Guo inwardly groaned, but quickly plastered his face with his signature roguish smile.

"Oh, isn't this Uncle-Master Zhao? And Grand Uncle-Master too!" Yang Guo straightened up, brushed the grass clippings off his clothes, and said with delight, "What a coincidence! I was just about to return to Chongyang Palace to pay my respects, but I didn't expect to run into you here. Since we've met, I won't disturb your cultivation any longer. I'll take my leave now. See you later!"

After saying that, he slipped away and tried to escape.

"stop!"

A large, fat figure suddenly appeared from the side and blocked his way.

With his still-swollen face, Lu Qingdu squinted at Yang Guo with narrowed eyes.

"You little bastard! Where do you think you're going to run now!"

Because Lu Qingdu was missing two front teeth, he spoke with a lisp, and his spittle sprayed all over Yang Guo's face.

Yang Guo wiped his face in disgust.

"Senior Brother Lu, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want." Yang Guo took a step back, creating some distance. "I just came back to my sect to visit my family, how did I become a beast? As for you, what happened to your face? Did you get stung by a bee while stealing honey? Or did you get beaten up for harassing a respectable woman?"

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Lu Qingdu was so angry that his fat trembled all over. He turned to Wang Chuyi and cried out in a tearful voice, "Grandmaster! Listen to this! This little beast dares to be so arrogant in front of you! Does he have even a shred of respect for the sect's rules?!"

Wang Chuyi stepped forward.

This step is full of momentum.

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, and the withered grass was pressed flat against the ground by the invisible force of the energy.

Yang Guo felt a tightness in his chest; the lingering medicinal power of the tiger penis soup within him was immediately aggravated by this. Wang Chuyi's face darkened instantly, turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Tell me, where have you been these past few days?"

Yang Guo suppressed his surging blood and qi, and his eyes darted around: "Reporting to Grandmaster Uncle, this disciple was meditating in the back mountain, trying to comprehend the Great Dao. Just now, I got hungry and wanted to find some wild fruit to eat, but I got lost."

"Utter nonsense!"

Zhao Zhijing sneered, pointing at Yang Guo's face, "Reflecting on your mistakes? I think you've been having fun in the arms of a slut! Look at yourself, sunken eyes, unsteady steps, you're completely drained of energy! This is clearly due to excessive indulgence!"

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

That old guy has a sharp eye.

But he absolutely cannot admit it.

"Uncle Zhao, I don't like hearing that." Yang Guo clutched his chest, feigning weakness. "I'm just hungry! Who wouldn't feel weak after three days without food? If you were starving for three days, you might not even be as strong as me."

"Still trying to argue!"

Zhao Zhijing stepped forward, staring intently at Yang Guo, "Qingdu saw with his own eyes you flirting with that she-devil Li Mochou! You even went to town to book a room! You dare say you didn't?"

"Li Mochou?"

Yang Guo looked completely bewildered, his acting skills on full display. "Who is that? I remember now, isn't it that ruthless female demon? Oh my goodness, Uncle Zhao, you flatter me too much. She's a notorious shrew in the martial world. How could a mere Quanzhen disciple like me dare to associate with her? If I had that kind of ability, would I have been beaten all over the mountain by Senior Brother Lu?"

"you……"

Zhao Zhijing was momentarily speechless.

Indeed, this sounds incredibly absurd.

But Lu Qingdu spoke with absolute certainty, and given Yang Guo's ghostly appearance, he had no choice but to believe him.

Wang Chuyi kept his eyes fixed on Yang Guo.

Whether it's sophistry or not, a test will tell.

Wang Chuyi suddenly made a move.

Without any warning, they went straight for Yang Guo's "Jianjing" acupoint on his shoulder.

This move, "Golden Goose Soaring Across the Sky," is as fast as lightning.

Under normal circumstances, Yang Guo, relying on the movement techniques of the Nine Yin Manual, could at least dodge even if he couldn't win.

But now he's just an empty shell.

My brain processed it, but my body couldn't keep up.

As the hand reached out to grab him, Yang Guo could only manage to turn his body slightly to the side.

"puff!"

Wang Chuyi's fingers gripped his shoulder.

A powerful and righteous internal force instantly rushed into Yang Guo's body.

This internal energy is not for harming people, but for probing.

Wang Chuyi frowned.

He sensed an extremely complex aura within Yang Guo's body. There was a fierce, a gentle, and a... extremely vigorous yet superficially hot aura.

This intense heat is clearly the residue from consuming large amounts of potent and dangerous drugs!

Why would a teenager take this kind of drug if it weren't for that kind of thing?

It's confirmed.

Wang Chuyi carried Yang Guo without any effort.

"Great! Excellent!"

Wang Chuyi tightened his grip, "At such a young age, you're ignorant and incompetent, yet you've actually fallen into the demonic path and committed such despicable acts! Although your father went astray back then, he wasn't this low! You've utterly disgraced the Yang family and the Quanzhen Sect!"

A sharp pain struck.

Yang Guo was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, but he was also a tough guy, so he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

"Grandmaster Uncle...you're forcing a confession out of me..." Yang Guo squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, "I took the medicine...to heal my injuries...I was forced to..."

"Forced?"

Zhao Zhijing fanned the flames from the side, "Forced to have fun by that vixen? Yang Guo, you're really getting a good deal and then complaining! Master, this kind of scoundrel is only a menace. We should cripple his martial arts and expel him from the sect!"

Lu Qingdu chimed in, "That's right! Cripple him! Cut off his tendons and ligaments, let's see how he tries to seduce women then!"

The master and disciple worked together to completely block Yang Guo's escape route.

Although Wang Chuyi was upright, he hated lewdness the most.

At this moment, in his eyes, Yang Guo was already an incurable cripple.

"Come back to Chongyang Palace with me."

"If you honestly tell me where that demoness is, perhaps I can spare your life."

These old fogies really want him dead.

His internal energy was completely sealed by Wang Chu, making it difficult for him to even move a finger.

Am I really going to fail here today?

Just then.

A sudden gust of wind arose from the ground.

The leaves rustled, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

Before he could react, a gray shadow swooped down from the treetop.

A frantic voice came, sometimes near, sometimes far, vibrating incessantly.

Wang Chuyi's expression changed drastically.

Such powerful internal energy!

Before he could react, a gray shadow swooped down from the treetop.

That was too fast.

As they approached Wang Chuyi, he instinctively released Yang Guo and raised his palm to meet him.

"Bang!"

Interlock your palms.

Wang Chu felt a surge of force coming towards him. He groaned and stumbled back seven or eight steps before he could barely regain his balance.

His chest heaved, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, which he swallowed forcefully.

What terrifying palm force!

The gray figure simply somersaulted in the air and landed steadily beside Yang Guo.

His clothes were tattered, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

It was Ouyang Feng.

Savior!

Yang Guo was extremely excited, but he dared not call him "father," for once he did, there would be no turning back.

The Quanzhen Sect members hate Ouyang Feng the most.

This old madman may be unreliable, but he can really handle things when it matters!

Ouyang Feng caught the swaying Yang Guo and looked him up and down.

Upon seeing Yang Guo's pale face, his sweat-drenched forehead, and several purplish-blue finger marks on his shoulder, Ouyang Feng instantly flew into a rage.

"Hey kid! What's wrong with you?!"

Before Yang Guo could speak, Zhao Zhijing screamed.

"Ouyang Feng! Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison!"

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

Zhao Zhijing was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

Lu Qingdu even urinated in his pants, and a foul smell filled the air.

Wang Chuyi was also on high alert, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his palms covered in cold sweat.

If it were Wang Chuyi in his prime, he might have been able to exchange a few blows with Ouyang Feng. But he was old, and he had suffered a hidden loss from that palm strike. Facing this monster who was in a mad state and whose martial arts were even more unfathomable, he had no confidence at all.