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

With A'Zhu injured and the Qiao family elders getting old, Yang Guo found a cart at home, harnessed the horses he and Qiao Feng had ridden onto it, and turned it into a simple carriage.

A'Zhu and the Qiao couple sat in the carriage, while Yang Guo drove. Fortunately, he was quite experienced, so driving was no problem for him.

Bored on the journey, Yang Guo noticed that A'Zhu's complexion had improved and asked, "Miss A'Zhu, what brings you to the vicinity of Shaolin Temple?"

A'Zhu said, "I heard that my young master was coming to Shaolin Temple, so I thought I would come here to find him. I didn't expect that before I even arrived, I was slapped by that hateful man in black."

Yang Guo thought to himself, "Your young master is probably still nowhere to be found at this hour." Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he asked, "Miss A'Zhu, does Young Master Murong often go out?"

A'Zhu thought for a moment and said, "Well, there are always a few days each month when I'm away from home." A'Zhu stared at Yang Guo for a few moments and couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Duan, I have a question for you, though it might be a bit presumptuous."

Yang Guo asked, "What's the problem?"

"You and Miss Biao are...?"

The young lady A'Zhu mentioned was naturally Wang Yuyan. Yang Guo saw that there were only the four of them in the carriage. The Qiao couple were not people of the martial arts world and did not know much about its affairs. So, it was not unreasonable for Yang Guo to tell A'Zhu the truth at this time.

As for the reaction of the Murong family of Gusu, if they want to be dignified, then let them be dignified; if they don't want to be dignified, then let them be dignified. My sister, Yang Guo's sister, must not be bullied.

"If Madam Wang is not lying, Yu Yan should be my half-sister."

What?

This time, Yang Guo really couldn't figure out A'Zhu. Young Master Duan was from Dali, and Miss Wang was born in Jiangnan. The two places were thousands of miles apart. How did they get connected?

and many more?

The maternal uncle's house was full of camellias, which came from Dali and were not common in the Central Plains. In addition, Lady Wang would cut off the hands and feet of unfaithful men to make fertilizer. An absurd and terrible story gradually took shape in A'Zhu's mind.

As the two talked, the carriage gradually approached Shaolin Temple, and the temple gate could already be seen in the distance.

When Yang Guo stopped the carriage, monks from the temple were already waiting outside.

"Is the visitor Young Master Duan in person?"

Judging from this situation, Yang Guo guessed that Qiao Feng must have already met with Abbot Xuanci, otherwise there wouldn't be Shaolin monks waiting outside the door. No matter how profound Abbot Xuanci's Buddhist teachings and martial arts were, he didn't have the ability to predict the future.

"I am Duan Yu from Dali. Greetings, Master. The people in the carriage are my elder brother Qiao Feng's parents, and the family of Murong Fu from Gusu. May I ask how you are addressed, Master?"

The monk clearly knew something. He wasn't surprised when he heard the identities of the people. Instead, he returned the greeting and said, "Amitabha. I am Xuan Tong. The abbot has already instructed that you may go directly to the inner hall in the back mountain. Benefactor Qiao and Brother Xuan Ku are also there."

"A high-ranking monk of the Xuan generation?" Yang Guo thought to himself. "The Beggars' Sect really thinks highly of me." Hearing that Master Xuanku was also there meant that the other party was not in danger. He was secretly happy for his elder brother Qiao Feng.

"Master, this young lady is seriously injured and may not be able to walk into the temple. We hope you can do us a favor."

Shaolin Temple is not far from Kaifeng, the capital of the Song Dynasty. On ordinary days, the female relatives of high-ranking officials and nobles often come here to burn incense and fulfill their vows. Naturally, the temple is equipped with soft couches. This time, A'Zhu also experienced the treatment of a noble lady.

In reality, although A'Zhu was called a maid in Yanziwu, she was actually raised as a young lady by the Murong family, and using a soft couch for a while was quite fitting.

Guided by Xuan Tong, the group walked into the temple and arrived at the inner hall. Yang Guo immediately spotted Qiao Feng.

"Big brother!"

"My dear brother!"

The two embraced tightly, everything understood without words.

"The Prince of Zhennan of Dali has graced our humble temple with his presence. This old monk has failed to greet him properly and hopes that Benefactor Duan will forgive him."

Yang Guo was startled. Since leaving Dali, this was the first time someone had revealed his identity. Even Qiao Feng, when they became sworn brothers, only knew that he was a descendant of the Dali Duan family and did not know that he was the heir of the Prince of Zhennan.

The Duan family of Dali and Shaolin Temple have always been on good terms. Huizhen and Huiguan, two disciples who had accompanied Master Xuanbei to Dali, brought back a reply from Emperor Baoding on their return. The letter detailed the death of Master Xuanbei and specifically asked Shaolin Temple to take good care of Duan Yu, who was traveling to the Central Plains for the first time.

As expected of the leading figure in the Central Plains martial arts world, his information network is incredibly efficient.

"No, no, I've long heard that Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple is highly skilled in Buddhism and martial arts. Seeing him today, I can confirm that the rumors are true."

Yang Guo bowed to Xuan Ci, and as soon as he stood up, Qiao Feng rushed over with a delighted expression: "I never expected my worthy brother to be of noble birth; I, your elder brother, am truly honored!"

"Brother, our sworn brotherhood is based on our affinity. Does it mean that you don't recognize me as your brother because I am the son of the Prince of Zhennan?"

"Haha, how could that be? Big brother is overjoyed!"

The Qiao couple and A'Zhu were also shocked by the news. The Qiao couple could tell that Yang Guo was extraordinary, but they never expected him to be so extraordinary. The highest official they had ever met in their lives was a county magistrate. How much higher was this prince than a county magistrate?

I never imagined my son would become sworn brothers with a prince!

A'Zhu was even more shocked. As she was in charge of communication at Yanziwu, she naturally knew the identity of the heir apparent of the Prince of Zhennan of Dali. Emperor Baoding of Dali was over fifty years old this year and had no children. The only one in the entire royal family was his younger brother, the Prince of Zhennan, who had a son. It could be said that Young Master Duan was almost a certainty to become the Emperor of Dali.

If what Young Master Duan said on the way is true, and Miss Wang is indeed the descendant of the Prince of Zhennan, then wouldn't she be the Princess of Dali?

With the help of the Dali royal family, the young master has a great chance of restoring the Great Yan Dynasty.

"My dear brother, this is my mentor, Master Xuanku."

Yang Guo greeted Xuan Ku again, and when Xuan Ku returned the greeting, he couldn't help but cough twice.

"Is the master injured?"

Yang Guo looked at Qiao Feng, who nodded and briefly recounted what had happened to him after he entered the temple.

Qiao Feng used his lightness skill to rush all the way to Shaolin Temple. He was worried that Xuan Ci was connected with the man in black and that entering through the front gate would alert him. So he chose to take a side path to go up the mountain.

However, although he had lived in Shaoshi Mountain for more than ten years, he had never entered Shaolin Temple and knew nothing about the direction of the temple halls and courtyards, let alone where Master Xuanku lived.

He originally intended to search room by room, but Shaolin Temple was too large, and if he continued searching like this, he would never finish. He was also worried that the man in black would kill him first, so he had no choice but to take a risky approach.

Gathering his inner strength, Qiao Feng exhaled and spoke: "Honoring my esteemed master, Master Xuanku, your disciple Qiao Feng pays his respects!"

This shout was imbued with Qiao Feng's full inner strength, enough for Master Xuanku to hear.

The shout startled the other monks at Shaolin Temple, and the previously quiet temple instantly erupted in noise. Then, a deep, resonant voice rang out: "Feng'er, is that you?"

Qiao Feng followed the sound and ran right into the black-clad man who was about to commit the crime.

After striking Xuan Ku with a lightning-fast palm strike, the man in black engaged Qiao Feng in battle. This was the third time the two had clashed in one day, and without any probing, they immediately unleashed their most powerful techniques.

The two were evenly matched in martial arts, and after several rounds of fighting, neither could gain the upper hand. At this time, the Shaolin monks who guarded the temple had surrounded them. Fearing that he would be entangled and unable to escape, the man in black risked taking a blow from Qiao Feng's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and managed to escape before the monks could surround him.