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

Madam Ma continued, "I know this letter involves important matters of the gang. Since the gang leader and elders are not in Luoyang, I was afraid of missing the opportunity, so I immediately went to Zhengzhou to see Elder Xu, presented the letter, and asked him to make the decision. Please let Elder Xu inform everyone of what will happen next."

Elder Xu coughed a few times and said, "This matter is complicated by a lot of grudges and grievances, and it truly puts me in a difficult position."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of desolation. He slowly untied a burlap bundle from his person, opened it, took out an oilcloth document bag, and pulled out a letter from it, saying, "This is Ma Dayuan's last letter. Dayuan's great-grandfather, grandfather, and father were all members of the Beggars' Sect for generations, either elders or eight-bag disciples. I watched Dayuan grow up from childhood, and I recognize his handwriting very clearly. The words on this letter are indeed written by Dayuan. When Madam Ma handed the letter to me, the sealing wax was still intact, and no one had touched it. I was also worried about delaying important matters, so I opened it and read it immediately without waiting to meet with the elders. When I opened the letter, Brother Shan, the Iron-Faced Judge of Taihang Mountain, was also present, which can serve as proof."

Yang Guo suddenly realized that these were the real "Twelve Golden Tablets". He had been wondering why, since Qin Hui and Zhang Jun were included, the one who ultimately made the decision to kill Yue Fei was missing.

Yang Guo may not have been able to see things clearly in the past, but Duan Yu was being groomed to be the future crown prince of Dali. Even if he didn't want to hear about it, he had learned a lot of similar imperial tactics.

By piecing together these events, Yang Guo was able to arrive at a conclusion that was close to the truth.

This seemingly gentle and weak Madam Ma might actually be the mastermind behind the whole affair. It's just unknown whether there are any other people in the know besides Quan Guanqing and that hypocritical Elder Xu.

Next, Elder Xu took charge of the overall situation, completely disregarding the gang leader Qiao Feng.

Shan Zheng, Tan Gong, Tan Po, and the incoherent Zhao Qiansun were all witnesses to the "major event" that Elder Xu mentioned. However, Zhao Qiansun's incoherence far exceeded everyone's expectations. Several times when Elder Xu tried to get to the point, Zhao Qiansun steered the conversation elsewhere.

Elder Xu suppressed his anger and asked again, "Mr. Zhao Qiansun, we invited you here to ask you to tell us whether the things mentioned in the letter are true or false."

Yang Guo's eyes darted around, and a plan came to him. He stepped forward and said, "Hehe, Elder, you invited this Mr. Zhao Qiansun to come all the way here to testify for an important matter, but as you all have seen, this man's actions are inconsistent and his words are probably not very credible."

Since Yang Guo had already guessed most of Kang Min's plans, he naturally couldn't let Elder Xu do as he pleased. His words were intended to reduce the credibility of Zhao Qiansun's testimony.

Elder Xu was slightly taken aback, then cupped his hands and asked, "May I ask how this young hero is addressed? What is your relationship with our leader? Why are you obstructing the Beggars' Sect's activities here?"

Yang Guo replied, "I am Duan Yu, a native of Dali. I have just become sworn brothers with your gang, so naturally I must be wary of any unfounded accusations against my elder brother."

Elder Xu shook his head and sighed, "Alas, if the young hero does not believe my words, I have nothing to say. However, Mr. Zhao Qiansun did indeed personally participate in that bloody battle outside Yanmen Pass and in front of Luanshi Valley, so his words are naturally credible."

Even as a young boy, Yang Guo was skilled at arguing and could argue even when he was wrong. Now that Yang Guo had caught him out, he naturally wouldn't hold back and keep pestering him: "You say he personally participated, so do you really mean it? You first give me evidence that he personally participated in that bloody battle, otherwise I won't believe a single word he says!"

In fact, Yang Guo didn't know what secrets were hidden in "that bloody battle", but his intuition told him that it was definitely not a good thing. Since it was not a good thing, it was better not to let anyone say it.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, Zhao Qiansun's voice trembled as he said, "Outside Yanmen Pass, in front of the Valley of Chaotic Rocks... I... I..."

Suddenly his expression changed drastically. He turned around and sprinted towards a deserted spot in the southwest corner, his movements incredibly swift.

Seeing that he was about to disappear into the apricot grove, Elder Xu shouted anxiously, "Hey! Don't go, don't go, come back, come back!"

Zhao Qiansun paid no heed and ran even faster. Yang Guo thought to himself: This Zhao Qiansun was so frightened by the mere mention of Yanmen Pass that he fled in panic. I wonder what kind of terrifying experience he had there. But I can take advantage of that.

Yang Guo immediately changed to a stern voice, fanning the flames: "Zhao Qiansun, if you don't run faster, the tragedy outside Yanmen Pass will happen to you, outside Yanmen Pass... outside Yanmen Pass... hehehehe... outside Yanmen Pass... outside Yanmen Pass... hehehehehehe..."

Yang Guo and Huang Rong once used this trick to distract Gongsun Zhi, who was fighting with Xiaolongnu. They were quite adept at using words to disturb others' minds.

The voice was like a series of mountain winds crashing against a cliff, or like a vengeful ghost relentlessly demanding a life. It was sent into Zhao Qiansun's ears through Yang Guo's powerful internal energy. Yang Guo also mixed the "Tiger's Roar Break" technique into his voice, enveloping his entire body in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Yang Guo hadn't expected Zhao Qiansun to be so weak. After running a few steps, the guy's legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, unable to run any further.

Suddenly, from the direction of the apricot grove, an aged voice sighed, "Alas, the sins of killing are too heavy! The sins of killing are too heavy! My benefactor, the Battle of Yanmen Pass happened thirty years ago, why bring it up again today?"

Everyone turned around and saw an old monk in a gray robe emerge from behind the apricot tree. He had a square face, large ears, and a dignified appearance. His face first showed a strange expression, seemingly a mixture of excitement, fear, and unbearable pain, and finally, compassion and pity.

After everyone had exchanged greetings, Elder Xu turned to Yang Guo and said, "Young Master Duan, this is Master Zhiguang from the Heavenly Terrace. He once traveled across the ocean to remote, uncivilized lands to collect bark from exotic trees, curing countless people in Zhejiang, Fujian, and Guangdong who were afflicted by miasma. He himself fell seriously ill twice as a result, ultimately losing all his martial arts skills. You say Zhao Qiansun's words are rambling and cannot be trusted. But Master Zhiguang is a highly virtuous monk; surely you can believe his words!"

Yang Guo wanted to continue his nonsense, but he couldn't bring himself to lie through his teeth in front of such a highly virtuous monk.

There was no way around it; Yang Guo still had his pride.

Elder Xu handed the letter to Master Zhiguang. Master Zhiguang read the letter, pondered for a moment, and then read it through again from beginning to end. He shook his head and said, "The past is long gone. Why bring it up again today? In my opinion, just destroy this letter and erase all traces of it."

Elder Xu said, "If we do not investigate the tragic death of our deputy leader, not only will Deputy Leader Ma's injustice remain unaddressed, but our gang will also be in danger of collapsing."

Master Zhiguang nodded and sighed, "That's true, that's true!"

He looked up and saw a crescent moon hanging obliquely in the sky, its cold, clear light spilling onto the tips of the apricot trees.