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

The night was deep, and the mountain wind howled as it swept past the cave entrance. The constant noises in the forest sent chills down one's spine.

Yang Guo's words startled Ouyang Feng.

The old man tilted his head, cracking the pig leg bone in his hand. His cloudy eyes darted around, as if trying to figure out what the words "Zhao Zhijing is looking for help" meant.

"Help? What kind of help?"

Ouyang Feng tossed the bone aside, nonchalantly wiping the grease from his mouth. "Perfect timing! I haven't had enough fun yet! That Taoist priest Wang Chongyang is dead, and all his remaining disciples and followers are useless. I'll kill as many as they come!"

Yang Guo smiled bitterly.

This cheapskate father is really arrogant.

In a one-on-one fight, or even a seven-on-one duel, Ouyang Feng wouldn't be intimidated. But the problem is, there are never just the rules of the martial world in this world.

The Quanzhen Taoists are not best at one-on-one combat, but rather at overwhelming numbers and the Big Dipper Formation. Add to that the ever-present, haunting Huo Du at the foot of the mountain, and if several forces were to encircle them, even if Ouyang Feng managed to break through, carrying the heavily injured Ouyang Feng and the immobilized Li Mochou, he would be certain to die.

Yang Guo was about to say a few more words of advice.

Li Mochou, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, suddenly made a move.

She slowly tossed the half-eaten meat skewer into the fire, sending up a few sparks.

"Oh."

A cold laugh shattered the warm atmosphere of fatherly love and filial piety.

Li Mochou leaned against the rock wall, her clothes tattered, her face covered in dust, and she had even lost all her inner strength, but the look in her eyes was full of condescending contempt.

That was the pride that the Crimson Fairy had ingrained in her bones.

"Ouyang Feng, you just said you're the best in the world?"

Li Mochou glanced at Ouyang Feng, her tone cool and full of undisguised sarcasm.

Ouyang Feng immediately bristled, jumping up from the ground: "Of course! Who dares to say I'm not the best in the world? I'm invincible! Even if you're my daughter-in-law, you can't doubt my martial arts skills, or I'll beat you up!"

"Beat me up?"

Li Mochou showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, she covered her mouth and chuckled, her laughter full of sarcasm: "Go ahead and kill me if you dare. Anyway, following you two, I'm going to die sooner or later, so I might as well die now and be done with it."

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

What is my wife trying to do? Is she provoking a madman? Does she have a death wish?

He was about to smooth things over when he saw a glint of shrewdness flash in Li Mochou's almond-shaped eyes.

Yang Guo immediately shut up.

This is an act.

Since it's acting, as a movie star, he naturally has to cooperate.

Yang Guo immediately adopted a dejected look, his head drooping, clutching his wound and groaning weakly, as if he might die at any moment.

Li Mochou gave Yang Guo a "you know what's good for you" look, then turned to Ouyang Feng, her words becoming increasingly sharp.

"Ouyang Feng, you claim to be the best in the world, but look at your son."

Li Mochou pointed her slender finger at Yang Guo on the ground without any politeness: "Lying here like a dead dog. Today, he was stabbed in the back by two third-generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, and almost lost his life in the end."

"This is the son of the world's greatest martial arts master?"

Li Mochou clicked her tongue twice and shook her head: "This is laughable. If I were you, I would have already smashed my head against a block of tofu. How could I still have the nerve to brag like this?"

"You...you..."

Yang Guo was furious when Li Mochou compared him to a dead dog, but he refrained from doing so to appease her.

He secretly vowed to himself that night to see who looked more like a dead dog.

Ouyang Feng was so angry at Li Mochou's words that he trembled all over, his face turned red and his neck thickened, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

This crazy old man cares about two things the most.

First, he is the best in the world.

Secondly, the number one in the world must be invincible in every aspect, and his son must be more powerful than others.

Li Mochou's words have undoubtedly challenged Ouyang Feng's right to retaliate.

"That was an accident! It was because I wasn't there!" Ouyang Feng finally managed to utter a loud explanation after a long pause.

"Accident?"

Li Mochou sneered, her eyes filled with even more disdain: "Where do you get so many surprises in the martial world? A loss is a loss, and a cripple is a cripple. Your son is like this now, his internal strength is weak and mediocre, his moves are chaotic and disorganized, and all he's good at is talking."

She paused, her gaze sharp as a knife, piercing Ouyang Feng: "In the end, it's because you, as a father, are useless. It's one thing to be crazy yourself, but you can't even teach your son any real skills. I bet your so-called number one in the world is mostly just bragging; in reality, you're just a brute who only knows how to use brute force."

"fart!!!"

Ouyang Feng completely lost control.

"boom!"

He slammed his palm on the ground beside him.

The hard rock shattered instantly, sending fragments flying and shaking the entire cave, with dust falling from above.

Ouyang Feng's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted with rage, and he kept muttering, "I am the number one in the world... my martial arts are unparalleled... how could my son be a waste?! My son is a martial arts prodigy! Who dares to call him a waste?!"

He suddenly stopped and rushed to Yang Guo, grabbing Yang Guo's wrist.

The force was terrifying; Yang Guo grimaced in pain, but he didn't utter a sound.

"Son! Tell me! Isn't your father the most powerful?!" Ouyang Feng roared, his eyes wide.

Yang Guo sighed, and in accordance with Li Mochou's script, a bitter and desperate smile appeared on his face.

"Dad, you're amazing."

Yang Guo lowered his head, looking at his still bleeding shoulder, his voice hoarse: "But your son... has truly disgraced you. Those were two third-generation disciples, and I couldn't even defeat them... If we encounter truly powerful masters in the future, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you in your old age."

The phrase "to provide for one's parents in their old age and see them off in their final days" completely broke Ouyang Feng's heart.

Looking at his son, covered in blood and looking utterly dejected, his anger immediately turned into heartache and self-blame.

Yes.

Ouyang Feng is a legendary figure in the martial arts world; who doesn't know him?

But his son was bullied like this.

If he's gone in the future, won't this child be beaten to death?

"No!"

Ouyang Feng suddenly stood up, the madness in his eyes fading slightly.

"I will never allow anyone to look down on my son, Ouyang Feng!"

He turned around and glared fiercely at Li Mochou: "You bitch, stop trying to provoke me! You just want me to teach him martial arts, right? Fine, I'll teach him!"

Li Mochou felt a sense of relief, but her face remained impassive. She even rolled her eyes: "Teach? By the time you've taught them, it'll be too late. The Quanzhen Sect is about to come back to kill us. What use are your little farming skills?"

"A farmer's apprentice?!"

Ouyang Feng was amused and annoyed.

He let out a strange laugh, and his originally hunched body suddenly straightened up, emanating a terrifying aura that was suffocating.

Even though he went mad, he was still the Western Poison who struck fear into the hearts of the entire martial arts world.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Ouyang Feng uttered three "good"s in succession, his eyes blazing with madness: "Since you look down on my martial arts, then tonight, I'll unleash all my hidden skills! I'll transform this kid overnight!"

After saying that, Ouyang Feng ignored Li Mochou and picked Yang Guo up from the ground.

"Son, sit up straight!"

Ouyang Feng shouted, ignoring Yang Guo's injuries, and made him sit down cross-legged.

"Father, what are you going to do..." Yang Guo had a vague guess in his heart, and his heart began to beat faster.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Ouyang Feng sat cross-legged opposite Yang Guo, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before.

"Listen up! Those Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect's Innate Skill and that damned Nine Yin Manual are all garbage! The most powerful martial art in the world was invented by your father!"

An unusual light flickered in Ouyang Feng's eyes.

That was a different path in martial arts that he stumbled upon after practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse and, although he went astray, he accidentally opened up a new path.

The meridians flow in reverse.

Reversing Yin and Yang.

This training method would surely kill any normal person. But Ouyang Feng was a master-level madman, and he managed to master it.

"Sink your Qi to your Dantian? That's bullshit! You need to send your Qi to the top of your head!"

"Focus your mind on the Guanyuan acupoint? Wrong! You should disperse your mind throughout your limbs!"

As Ouyang Feng spoke these shocking theories that completely defied common sense in martial arts, he stretched out his palms and suddenly pressed them against Yang Guo's palms.

"boom!"

A surge of extremely domineering and chilling true energy, mixed with a violent heat, rushed into Yang Guo's body through the Laogong acupoint.

"Hmm!"

Yang Guo's body trembled violently, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

It hurts so much.

It was as if countless red-hot knives were darting wildly through his meridians. Ordinary internal energy transmission was like raising fish in lukewarm water. Ouyang Feng was irrigating parched land with magma.

"Hold on!"

Ouyang Feng roared, veins bulging on his forehead, his disheveled hair moving without wind, "Follow my qi! Don't resist if you don't want to die!"

Li Mochou sat not far away, watching this scene. The mocking expression on her face disappeared, replaced by a deeply hidden worry.

She's an expert.

She could tell what Ouyang Feng was doing.

He was forcibly altering the trajectory of Yang Guo's internal energy flow. This was an extremely dangerous act; if he was not careful, Yang Guo's meridians would be severed, rendering him a cripple.

But this is also the only way to make Yang Guo's strength increase dramatically in a short period of time.

"You little rascal... you held on."

Li Mochou gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her knuckles turning white. She silently recited something in her heart.

Yang Guo could no longer hear any sounds from the outside world at this moment.

A crushing pain shot through my entire body.

Ouyang Feng's true energy surged through his twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians, forcibly opening up previously blocked acupoints and violently widening previously narrow meridians.

He had previously practiced the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, so his internal strength was already excellent.

But that kind of goodness is a gentle, orthodox inner strength.

Now, as soon as Ouyang Feng's reversed true energy entered, the two internal forces clashed violently upon meeting.

Yang Guo's face turned red and white in turns, and steam rose from his head, his sweat drying as soon as it seeped out.

But his eyes remained clear.

It was even full of ruthlessness.

If I'm not ruthless, I can't snatch Aunt Guo away from Uncle Guo; if I'm not ruthless, I can't protect Sister Long's happiness, since that scoundrel Yin Zhiping still hasn't given up; if I'm not ruthless, Li Mochou will probably have been defiled by that dog Zhao Zhijing today.

Damn it, what a wicked world! Why is everyone trying to take advantage of my wife?

"change!"

Yang Guo roared inwardly.

Since you won't let me live a peaceful life like Yang Guo, then I'll use my violent inner energy to get to know Yang Guo!

He no longer resisted the violent true energy, but instead actively guided it, following Ouyang Feng's incoherent incantation, to begin attacking the hidden acupoints in his body that he had never touched before.