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

Chapter 65 Noble Person

Yang Guo held the intelligence report handed to him by the Beggars' Sect, his fingertips lightly stroking the paper.

Wang's daughter, originally a palace maid, was released by imperial decree half a year ago. The nobleman who taught her the Jade Maiden Sword Technique most likely lives deep within the palace.

"Young man, I have a favor to ask of you."

A Beggar Clan disciple quickly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Young Master Duan, please give us your instructions."

"Please pass on a message to the young lady of the Wang family: meet me tonight at Wanghu Pavilion on the outskirts of the city. I have important matters to discuss with her, concerning her mentor. If she doesn't come, it will be difficult for her to find me again in the future."

The Beggar Clan disciple accepted the order and left.

Yang Guo found a teahouse and sat down to wait quietly, pondering how to phrase his words. If kind words were useless, he would have no choice but to resort to other means and make the other party feel wronged for the time being.

As dusk approaches, the evening breeze carries the mist from the lake, the willow branches of Wanghu Pavilion sway gently, and wisps of twilight envelop the lake.

Yang Guo arrived ahead of time and stood with his hands behind his back under the pavilion. Before long, a figure in a green robe walked slowly into the twilight; it was the woman he had fought the night before.

A long sword hung at her waist, her delicate brows furrowed, she was on guard, and her gaze never left Yang Guo.

"Young master, what brings you to me?" the woman asked, her voice calm but tinged with wariness.

Yang Guo cut to the chase: "I already know that you once served as a maid in the palace. The noble person who taught you the Jade Maiden Sword Technique was someone from the palace, wasn't that right?"

The woman stiffened slightly, clearly not expecting Yang Guo to have discovered her background in just half a day. Her wariness deepened: "Young master, you have quite the methods. Yes, the noble lady is in the palace, but I will never reveal her secret."

"I have no intention of harming the noble lady," Yang Guo said, his tone softening. "I only want to ask you a few questions. When did the noble lady enter the palace? Which palace does she reside in? What does she look like? Does she always wear white, have fair skin, and a cold and taciturn personality?"

After a series of questions, the woman frowned slightly, thought carefully for a moment, and, unwilling to talk any further, turned to leave.

Yang Guo swiftly activated his Lingbo Weibu footwork, and in a flash, he stood in front of the woman, saying calmly, "Miss, I don't recall telling you to leave."

With a soft "clang," the longsword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, its cold gleam reflecting the heavy twilight. The woman said coldly, "If you don't move aside, I won't be polite!"

"Since you insist on fighting, I have no choice but to oblige. I'd like to see how much of the Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts you've mastered."

Before the woman could finish speaking, she stepped into a trap, her body swaying slightly, her longsword flashing silver, and thrusting straight at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo neither dodged nor avoided, but continued to use his fingers as a sword, just like last night, casually exchanging blows with his opponent.

Yang Guo understood perfectly: the woman had memorized the sword techniques, but her experience in actual combat was ultimately too limited. Last night, she was able to severely injure Yun Zhonghe because, firstly, he had secretly pointed out the flaws in her moves, and secondly, Yun Zhonghe had his iron claws knocked off, causing him to lose his composure. If it had been a one-on-one fight without external assistance, this woman would likely have met with dire consequences last night.

After twenty or thirty moves, the woman gradually became agitated, and her swordplay became increasingly chaotic, losing the agility and fluidity she displayed at the beginning.

Yang Guo was already very familiar with the Jade Maiden Sword Technique. If he hadn't been intentionally testing the depth of her skill, he would have subdued her long ago. Seeing that her technique was becoming increasingly chaotic, Yang Guo also lost interest in continuing the fight. He spotted an opening, extended his right hand, and a gentle finger force steadily touched the spine of her longsword.

The longsword trembled violently, and the woman nearly dropped the weapon, almost losing her grip. She hurriedly took several steps back to steady herself. "The difference in our strengths is now clear," Yang Guo said, standing still. "I do not wish to harm you. If you trust me, you may tell me about your benefactor. I will act with discretion and will not implicate you or bring disaster to your benefactor."

The woman caught her breath, her mind torn by conflicting emotions. After much deliberation, she gripped the sword hilt tightly, her expression resolute: "This esteemed person has done me a great favor, and I will not utter a single word. If you wish to force me to reveal anything, then simply kill me!"

"In that case, I apologize for the inconvenience!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Guo's gaze sharpened slightly, and he quietly used the Soul Transfer Technique.

The woman felt as if the other person's eyes were generating a strange suction force, and her mind was involuntarily drawn in. Her mind became dizzy, and although she tried to use her internal energy to struggle, she could not mobilize any strength. Suddenly, everything went black before her eyes, and she lost consciousness.

Yang Guo stepped forward slowly and asked softly, "Just who is this distinguished person?"

The woman, lost in a trance, offered no resistance and murmured in reply, "Your Excellency is the eldest daughter of the late Emperor, the eldest sister of the current Emperor, and the Princess of Yan!"

"hiss!"

Yang Guo couldn't help but gasp. He hadn't expected that this noblewoman, who was proficient in the Jade Maiden Sword Technique, would be of such high status! But no matter how noble her status, as long as it concerned clues about Xiaolongnü, he would brave even the most dangerous and dangerous places ahead.

Yang Guo softened his tone and continued, "What does she look like? Does she usually wear white? Is she rather aloof?"

"The eldest princess usually wears light-colored dresses; her appearance is exquisite, and her temperament is indeed aloof. Our Great Song Dynasty reveres the element of fire, and the palace's common attire is blue..."

Red is the dominant color; even someone of high status should not wear white clothing year-round.

Yang Guo's heart stirred slightly. Her aloofness, taciturn nature, and extraordinary beauty were indeed very similar to Xiaolongnü's. He continued to press, "Has she ever mentioned Zhongnan Mountain, the Tomb of the Living Dead, or a person named Yang Guo to you?"

The woman pondered for a long time before slowly shaking her head: "I've never heard of these names. The princess is usually quiet and reserved, mostly sitting alone practicing her sword, only occasionally sighing to herself. When I dared to ask her what troubled her, she just shook her head and remained silent."

Yang Guo asked several more questions about the details, and the woman answered truthfully one by one. As he gathered the information, he gradually pieced together the whole picture.

This princess was named Zhao Shuhuai. She was the eldest daughter of Emperor Shenzong of Song and Empress Xiang. At the beginning of Shenzong's reign, she was conferred the title of Princess Yanxi. She was favored by the emperor and empress from a young age and enjoyed unparalleled honor.

At the age of twelve, Zhao Shuhuai fell seriously ill, suffering from a persistent high fever. The imperial physicians tried every remedy imaginable, but to no avail. Panic gripped the palace, and some even began preparing for her death.

Unexpectedly, just when everyone was at a loss, her high fever suddenly subsided, and all her ailments miraculously healed.

After her serious illness, Zhao Shuhuai was like a completely different person. Before her illness, she was quiet and gentle, neither playful nor arrogant, and she always adhered to etiquette in her words and deeds. After recovering from her illness, her temperament changed drastically. She became taciturn and indifferent, and a layer of coldness surrounded her. Ordinary palace servants and members of the imperial family would often feel awe and dare not approach her rashly when they first met her.

Yang Guo pondered to himself: After a serious illness, her personality changed drastically, and she suddenly learned the Jade Maiden Sword Technique of the Ancient Tomb Sect. What kind of coincidence could there be in this world? It seems that it was this serious illness that allowed another soul to enter this body. The real Princess Yanxi may have already passed away from a high fever.

Therefore, this Zhao Shuhuai must also be a person from another world, just like herself, who has crossed the heavens and earth.

However, it remains unconfirmed whether she is actually Little Dragon Girl.

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