Yang Guo travels back in time to become Duan Yu, a different kind of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

Seeing Wang Yuyan's mood sink again, Azhu and Abi sighed inwardly, wondering what had happened between Miss Wang and Madam Wang, and they didn't know how to comfort her.

Upon noticing Yang Guo standing at the bow of the boat admiring the scenery, A'Zhu's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Young Master Duan, do you believe that our young master killed the Beggars' Sect's vice leader?"

Upon hearing A'Zhu's words, Wang Yuyan turned her gaze to Yang Guo. Although Wang Yuyan had never seen Yang Guo's kung fu, she had heard A'Bi describe it before, and based on her understanding of martial arts, she could roughly guess Yang Guo's level.

At the very least, he's no less capable than my cousin!

An analysis by such an expert is definitely more reliable than guessing blindly.

Yang Guo turned around and said, "Miss A'Zhu, did your young master have a grudge against the deputy leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

A'Zhu replied, "I have been in the Murong family for many years and have never heard of any grudge between the young master and the Beggars' Clan."

Yang Guo said, "That's strange. Young Master Murong has no grudge against the Beggars' Sect, so why would he go and kill the Beggars' Sect's vice leader, who is a thousand miles away?"

Yang Guo also felt that Young Master Murong did not seem to be the murderer of the Beggar Clan's deputy leader. Since he came to this world, three incidents had pointed to the Murong family. In addition to the Beggar Clan's deputy leader he heard about today, there were also Ke Baisui of the Funiu Sect and Master Xuanbei of Shaolin Temple. Both of them died under his special skills.

If all of this was indeed done by Young Master Murong, putting aside the small sect like the Funiu Sect, Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect are both major sects. Why would Young Master Murong offend two major sects at the same time?

There must be some misunderstanding here. Putting aside everything else, in the case of Master Xuanbei, Kumārajīva is more suspicious than Young Master Murong. Maybe this guy is thinking of dragging the Dali Duan family and Shaolin Temple into the mess so that he can fish in troubled waters.

In the past few days, Yang Guo had had many interactions with A Zhu and A Bi. Although the two women had schemed against him once, it was only out of self-preservation. Apart from that, one of them was playful and lively, and the other was gentle and quiet. Among the women he had ever met in his life, they were both top-notch choices.

The two were just maids of the Murong family. One can imagine what kind of demeanor the young master Murong must be. How could such a person be a murderer who kills indiscriminately?

During their private conversation, the boat approached the Tingxiang Pavilion.

Tingxiang Pavilion was A'Zhu's residence. In fact, although A'Zhu and A'Bi were nominally maids of the Murong family, their status in the family was quite high. As the owner of Tingxiang Pavilion, A'Zhu was served by maids, cooks, boatmen, gardeners, and others.

Seeing the house brightly lit, A'Zhu knew something had happened and suggested that she dress up and put on makeup before going in. Yang Guo found this amusing and let A'Zhu do as she pleased.

A'Zhu disguised herself as an old fisherwoman, while Wang Yuyan and A'Bi dressed up as middle-aged fisherwomen, and Yang Guo pretended to be a fisherman in his forties.

The group encountered Chef Gu in the kitchen and learned that enemies had indeed come after A Zhu and the other two left. There were two groups: the first group had seventeen or eighteen people, and the second group had more than twenty people.

The group searched the village thoroughly for a while, and everyone else in the village avoided them, except for Old Gu, who was beaten up.

A'Zhu couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate. If the three of them hadn't left at that time, it would have been a real problem if they had been caught in one fell swoop by this group. At that time, they would have been at the mercy of others, and the situation would have been even worse than it is now.

Yang Guo quietly peeked through a hole in the window paper and saw that the hall was brightly lit, but only the east side was illuminated. Seventeen or eighteen burly men were drinking heartily, with cups and plates scattered on the table and chairs overturned on the floor. Some of them were sitting on the table, some were chewing on chicken legs and pig trotters, and others were brandishing long knives, using the tip of their knives to pick up pieces of beef from the plate and put them into their mouths.

Looking further west, one could see more than twenty people dressed in white robes, sitting solemnly. A single candle lit on the table, its light illuminating only a few feet in radius. The candlelight revealed that the faces of the six or seven people nearby were completely expressionless, devoid of joy or anger, truly resembling zombies. These people remained silent and motionless throughout; were it not for the occasional movement of a few eyes, one would truly think they were all dead.

Abi leaned closer and peeked through a hole in the paper window. Her eyes met those of a sallow-faced man. The half-dead man glared at her, and Abi, startled, cried out, "Ah!"

This alarmed everyone inside the house. In the ensuing commotion, Yang Guo and the others' disguises were exposed. They decided to stop pretending and removed their makeup and fishermen's clothes, revealing their true identities.

The people in the room were initially stunned by the beauty of Wang Yuyan and the other two women. But when they saw Yang Guo, who had reverted to his young master attire, they were immediately on high alert, drawing their swords and clenching their fists, ready to fight.

An elderly man, a burly and imposing figure with a long, white beard reaching his chest, who had been sitting in the center of the eastern seat, stood up, walked over, and said, "May I ask if you are 'Southern Murong' in person?"

Yang Guo replied, "My surname is Duan, and I am from Dali. I am not the 'Southern Murong' you are looking for."

Seeing the group's appearance and expressions, Yang Guo thought to himself: Could it be that these people are also here for revenge?

Upon inquiry, it was indeed the case. The old man who spoke to Yang Guo at the beginning was Yao Bodang, the chief of Qin Family Village. His junior brother, Qin Boqi, died from his own martial art, the "Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Saber," suffering four stab wounds.

Another group came from the Qingcheng Sect in Sichuan. Their leader, Sima Wei, died on the winter solstice from the sect's signature technique, "Moon-Breaking Cone."

Murong of Gusu is renowned for his ability to "fight fire with fire," and whenever someone dies from his own unique skills, Murong of Gusu is the first suspect.

Upon hearing the other party introduce themselves, Wang Yuyan, who had been silent until now, spoke up. Her words immediately revealed the key to the two schools of martial arts: the Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Saber was missing five moves, and the Qingcheng School's Nine Strikes and Eighteen Breaks should be called Ten Strikes and Sixteen Breaks.

Yang Guo nodded in agreement. He had dealt with both the Qin Family Village and the Qingcheng Sect before, but a hundred years later, the two sects were in even worse shape than they were now. The Qin Family Village's Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Saber technique was reduced to only fifty moves, and the Qingcheng Sect's Nine Strikes and Eighteen Breaks technique had been reduced to Seven Strikes and Thirteen Breaks.

Sima Lin, refusing to believe in superstition, pushed out his deputy Zhu Baokun, wanting Wang Yuyan to guess.

It turns out that Zhu Baokun was a disciple who already possessed martial arts skills. Even the elders within the Qingcheng Sect couldn't discern his original school or style of kung fu.

Before Wang Yuyan could speak, Yao Bodang from Qin Family Village interrupted, "Sect Leader Sima, what's the point of expecting a young lady to recognize your junior brother's true identity? Isn't that utterly boring?"

Sima Lin asked in astonishment, "What do you mean by 'extremely boring'?"

Yao Bodang laughed and said, "Your junior brother's face is now covered with dense circles, which are very finely sculpted. As for his original appearance, it is naturally not so meticulous."

The burly men on the east side all burst into loud laughter.

Zhu Baokun was a man with a pockmarked face who hated being mocked for it. How could he bear to hear Yao Bodang openly ridicule him like this?

Zhu Baokun disregarded the fact that Yao Bodang was a powerful figure in the north and the leader of a stronghold. He aimed the tip of his steel cone at Yao Bodang's chest with his left hand and struck the end of the cone with his small hammer in his right hand. With a sharp whistling sound, a hidden weapon shot towards Yao Bodang's chest.

Yao Bodang originally intended to provoke, but he never expected that Zhu Baokun would act so quickly. The hidden weapon came so fast that he didn't have time to draw his sword to block it. He grabbed the candlestick on the table in front of him with his left hand and aimed at the hidden weapon.

With a clang, the hidden weapon was deflected and shot into the beam; it turned out to be a steel needle about three inches long. Although the needle was short, its force was extremely strong. Yao Bodang's left hand went numb, and the candlestick fell to the ground with a "thud."

The candlestick in Yao Bodang's hand was knocked away, and according to the rules of the martial arts competition, Zhu Baokun had won a move.

However, although Zhu Baokun won a move, Wang Yuyan saw through his martial arts lineage.

The skill Zhu Baokun just used is called "Heavenly King Heart-Nourishing Needle". Although the tools and techniques used are exactly the same as the fourth strike of the Green Character, "Green Bee Nail", the learned Wang Yuyan saw through the technique.