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

The screams drifted away, and an eerie atmosphere settled over the square in front of Chongyang Palace.

The hundreds of Quanzhen Taoist priests looked at each other, none daring to utter a sound. What had just happened was too bizarre. First, the Mongol prince was beaten to a pulp, then the eldest disciple, Zhao Zhijing, went mad in public, revealing his own scandals, and finally had his martial arts crippled and was dragged away like a dead dog.

The sheer volume of information in these events was overwhelming, leaving the Taoist priests, who usually only knew how to chant scriptures and practice swordsmanship, somewhat bewildered.

Qiu Chuji took a deep breath, finally feeling some relief from the tightness in his chest. He turned around and his gaze fell on Yang Guo.

The young man stood in the wind, sword in hand, robes fluttering. The unsharpened gentleman's sword was casually tucked into his belt. Arms crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips, he looked remarkably…

He deserves a beating.

The initial gratitude that Qiu Chuji had felt was quickly dispelled.

"Um..." Qiu Chuji coughed, trying to put on the airs of a sect leader, but when he thought about how this kid had saved the day, he couldn't bring himself to do it. "Guo'er, the Quanzhen Sect owes you a favor for what happened today."

Yang Guo raised an eyebrow.

Favor?

Can favors be eaten? Can favors be spent like money?

"Grandmaster, you're too kind." Yang Guo waved his hand, his face full of righteous indignation. "We're all family, why are you speaking like family? Besides, I just can't stand those Mongol barbarians running wild on our territory. If word gets out that our Quanzhen Sect can't even beat a Mongol dog, how embarrassing would that be?"

The faces of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen twitched collectively.

Why does this sound so awkward?

"However..." Qiu Chuji's tone shifted, his brows furrowing, "What that wicked disciple Zhao Zhijing said before he left... Guo'er, what about you, the Little Dragon Girl of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and that Red Serpent Fairy Li Mochou...?"

Mentioning this, the disciples around who were listening intently to the gossip all quickened their breathing.

Those are the Twin Beauties of the Ancient Tomb! Renowned beauties throughout the martial arts world. Li Mochou, though a female demon, her figure and appearance... wow!

Moreover, there's Little Dragon Girl. Last time, when she caused a ruckus at Chongyang Palace, her graceful movements, like a lithe dancer's footsteps, stirred up dust with her silk stockings. She became the dream girl of many young Taoist priests.

Yang Guo sneered inwardly.

This old Taoist priest, he wants to dismantle the bridge as soon as we cross it? He saved your lives, and now he's checking your household registration and interrogating your conduct?

"Grandmaster, you yourself called him a wicked disciple." Yang Guo spread his hands innocently. "You actually believe the words of a madman who's just spouting nonsense? He just said he wanted to turn the Quanzhen Sect into a brothel. Are you really planning to hang a sign at the entrance and solicit customers?"

"How dare you!" Sun Bu'er blushed and scolded.

"Uncle-Master Sun, please calm down." Yang Guo chuckled and cupped his hands. "It's just a metaphor, purely a metaphor. What I meant was that Zhao Zhijing was desperate and trying to smear me. I've been cultivating in seclusion in the back mountains, and the Ancient Tomb is also in the back mountains, so you often run into Xiaolongnü. As for Li Mochou, she's there to cause trouble for Xiaolongnü, but I can't defeat her, so I have to go deep behind enemy lines to fight against the evil forces."

They went deep behind enemy lines.

Yang Guo thought to himself: That's more like going under her skirt.

However, if these words were spoken aloud, these stubborn old men would probably have a stroke on the spot.

Qiu Chuji stared at Yang Guo for a long time. Seeing that the boy remained calm and composed, with eyes as clear as a college student's, Qiu Chuji began to believe him.

After all, Yang Guo just used the authentic Quanzhen sword technique. If his intentions were not pure, how could he comprehend the sword intent of Patriarch Chongyang?

"Enough." Qiu Chuji waved his hand, looking exhausted. "Having suffered such a calamity today, I must also go into seclusion to reflect. Guo'er, the back mountain is poor; perhaps you should stay at Chongyang Palace from now on..."

"No, no, no," Yang Guo quickly interrupted. "The food on the mountain is terrible, all vegetarian. I'm still growing and my nutrition isn't keeping up. Since everything's alright, this disciple will take my leave now."

After saying this, Yang Guo turned to leave without waiting for Qiu Chuji's reply.

But as soon as he took a step, it was as if he suddenly remembered something. He turned his heel and his gaze fell precisely on the figure at the back of the crowd who was shrinking back.

"Oh my, isn't this my dear master?"

Just as Yin Zhiping was about to make a quick getaway, his body suddenly stiffened, and he froze in place as if he had been cast a spell.

He slowly turned around, forcing a smile onto his face.

"Guo...Guo'er."

Yin Zhiping is now extremely panicked.

He witnessed firsthand how Zhao Zhijing was brought down. That was an opponent he had fought against for several years, and he was crippled just like that.

Zhao Zhijing is brainless. But Yin Zhiping is not stupid.

He knew Yang Guo's methods all too well.

He completely fooled her, and she was sold out but still counted the money for him.

The girl he longed for, Little Dragon Girl, was stolen away by him, which shows how irritable he is.

"Master, where are you going?" Yang Guo strolled over leisurely, hands behind his back. "I just displayed my might and made you look so proud. Why aren't you going to say a few words of praise before leaving? Isn't that a bit too heartless?"

The surrounding disciples consciously made way for them.

Now, in their eyes, Yang Guo is a jinx, and no one dares to provoke him.

As Yin Zhiping watched Yang Guo approach step by step, his Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat streamed down his temples.

"Of course I have to praise you." Yin Zhiping's voice trembled slightly, and his back bent involuntarily. "Guo'er, you...you were incredibly brave and invincible today. Your teacher...your teacher is deeply gratified."

"Relieved?" Yang Guo stood in front of Yin Zhiping, looking down at him.

Yin Zhiping was fair-skinned and looked like a gentleman. But Yang Guo had already cursed this guy eight hundred times in his heart.

He had been hoping that Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing would come out together so he could take them all down, but he didn't expect that only that good-for-nothing Zhao Zhijing would come out and cause trouble.

That old codger Yin Zhiping is really something else, hiding in his shell and refusing to come out.

"Master, your expression of satisfaction seems a bit forced." Yang Guo reached out and gently straightened Yin Zhiping's slightly disheveled collar, his movements as tender as a dutiful disciple.

But Yin Zhiping's muscles were tense, and he dared not move.

"When Uncle-Master Zhao was talking about surrendering to the Mongols, I noticed you didn't seem to object, did you?" Yang Guo lowered his voice, so only the two of them could hear. "What? Do you think you can get a share of the spoils if the Mongols win? Or... did Zhao Zhijing promise you something?"

"No...no!" Yin Zhiping vehemently denied, his face deathly pale. "Guo'er, don't misunderstand. I was...I was waiting for the right opportunity to act!"

"Wait for an opportunity?" Yang Guo chuckled and patted Yin Zhiping's cheek.

This action is extremely insulting.

In ancient times, the relationship between master and disciple was like that of father and son. If a disciple dared to slap his master's face, it was considered a grave act of disrespect.

But Yin Zhiping didn't dare to dodge; instead, he had to lean in and smile apologetically.

"Master, your patience is impressive." Yang Guo's eyes were icy. "Zhao Zhijing is a mad dog, biting anyone he can get his hands on. You, on the other hand, are a venomous snake, usually hiding in your hole and keeping quiet, but seizing the opportunity to bite someone deadly."

"Guo'er, don't talk nonsense. You know what kind of person Master is..." Yin Zhiping was so frightened that he was confused. All he wanted now was to live.

If Yang Guo were to reveal something in public at this moment, his life would be over.

Where there is life, there is hope.

If we can get through today, there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with this little bastard later.

Yin Zhiping knelt down with a thud.

This caused another uproar in the audience.

A master kneels before his disciple?

This is outrageous!

"Senior Brother Yin, what are you doing?!" Wang Zhitan, who was in the distance, couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to come over to help him up.

Yang Guo turned around and glared at him.

Those eyes held the captivating power of the Nine Yin Manual, causing Wang Zhitan to pause in his steps, not daring to take another step forward.

"Master's legs are weak, he must have been frightened by the Mongols just now," Yang Guo explained with a smile, reaching out to "help" Yin Zhiping up.

But the strength of the hand that was helping him up was astonishing, making his bones creak.

"Master, there are some things that only we, master and disciple, can say."

Yang Guo leaned close to Yin Zhiping's ear, "I know what you're thinking. Are you thinking, 'I've been humiliated today, but there's always tomorrow'? Are you planning to find a chance to kill me later?"

Yin Zhiping's body trembled like a leaf.

"Don't tremble, I never said I was going to kill you." Yang Guo chuckled. "Killing you would be no fun. It's more interesting to keep you alive, to watch you live in constant fear, to watch you smile at me even though you hate me to the core."

"And..." Yang Guo's tone suddenly turned icy as he changed the subject, "Keep your filthy thoughts to yourself."

"Some people are not worth your time."

Yang Guo's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Be careful next time you dream. If I find out you have even the slightest inappropriate thought again..."

"I'll castrate you, then throw you into the pigsty and make you spend the rest of your life with an old sow."

"Did you understand? My good master."

Yin Zhiping's legs went weak, and this time he truly collapsed to the ground.

He had no doubt about the truth of Yang Guo's words. This kid is crazy; he doesn't play by the rules at all!

"I...I understand." Yin Zhiping's teeth chattered as he squeezed out the two words from his throat.

"good."

Yang Guo released his hand and wiped it on Yin Zhiping's Taoist robe with a look of disgust.

"Alright, since there's nothing else, I'll head back to the Ancient Tomb to keep Sister Long company." Yang Guo straightened up, waved to the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, and said, "See you later, uncles and grand-uncles. If you want to learn the Quanzhen Sword Technique, feel free to come to the back mountain anytime. My fees are cheap, and I'm fair to everyone."

After saying that, he laughed three times and then rose up from the ground.

He unleashed the Golden Goose Skill, using the eaves and corners of Chongyang Palace for leverage several times, and vanished into the vast sea of ​​clouds in the blink of an eye.

Only a group of Quanzhen Taoist priests remained, staring at that retreating figure, speechless for a long time.

Yin Zhiping slumped to the ground, staring in the direction Yang Guo had disappeared, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

But he felt mostly relieved.

survived.

As long as you survive, there's still a chance to turn things around.

With Zhao Zhijing gone, isn't he the obvious choice to become the leader of the third generation of Quanzhen Sect disciples?

"Yang Guo..." Yin Zhiping silently repeated the name in his heart, "You just wait. One day..."

Before he could finish the thought, he suddenly felt a cool breeze in his crotch.

I looked down.

He noticed a neat slit had appeared at the hem of his Taoist robe.

If that sword energy were just one inch higher...

Yin Zhiping rolled his eyes and fainted from fright this time.