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

After leaving the Valley of Heartbreak, Yang Guo turned southeast, this time to see if his eagle brother was still there.

Riding swiftly along the road, Yang Guo arrived at the valley he remembered in less than twenty days.

Unfortunately, Yang Guo searched the valley for three days but still couldn't find any trace of the eagle. Not only the eagle, but also the Bodhi Snake, which had always been at odds with the eagle, was nowhere to be found.

Without the giant eagle or the invincible swordsman, Yang Guo was once again disappointed.

After leaving the valley, Yang Guo went to Xiangyang again. At this time, Xiangyang was not the important military town that Yang Guo remembered. Now that the world was at peace, Xiangyang was very prosperous.

Having experienced the prosperity of Xiangyang, Yang Guo decided to visit Suzhou, or more precisely, the Murong family of Gusu.

During his time traveling the martial arts world, Yang Guo heard the phrase "Qiao Feng in the North and Murong in the South" the most. In addition, when he was in Dali, Kumārajīva kept calling him "Old Master Murong". Yang Guo developed a strong interest in the mysterious Murong of Gusu.

I want to see how the Murong family of Gusu will "fight fire with fire".

Yang Guo traveled south from Xiangyang via the Han River, entered the Yangtze River at Ezhou, entered the Jiangnan Canal at Jiangning Prefecture, and traveled south along the canal until he finally arrived in Suzhou.

Even though Yang Guo grew up in the water towns of Jiangnan, after sitting on the boat for more than a month, he felt a little unsteady when he got off.

We've finally reached land!

Yang Guo thought it would be easy to find the Murong family of Gusu in Suzhou, but he didn't expect that although the Murong family was famous throughout the martial arts world, no one in Suzhou knew where they actually lived.

Yang Guo suddenly felt something strange. Logically speaking, the locals should know about a famous family like the Murong family in the martial arts world. Could there be some reason that is not for outsiders to know?

Just as Yang Guo was at a loss, he suddenly heard a man on the western path say, "I heard that the Murong family lives in Yanziwu, thirty miles west of the city. Let's go and take a look."

The other person said, "Yes, we've arrived at our destination. We'd better be careful."

The two men spoke very softly, but Yang Guo's internal energy was so profound that he heard their conversation clearly. He thought to himself, "Why do these two voices sound so familiar? It's like I've heard them somewhere before?"

Glancing sideways, one could see a man of imposing stature, dressed in mourning clothes, while the other was short and thin, resembling a consumptive pickpocket, also dressed in mourning. Who else could it be but Guo Yanzhi and his nephew Cui Baiquan?

Yang Guo greeted Cui Baiquan, "Mr. Cui, you've come too?"

In the past, Cui Baiquan disguised himself as a clerk surnamed Cui in the Zhennan Prince's Mansion to avoid the Murong clan. Duan Yu used to address him as "Mr. Huo". Now that the other party has resumed his original name, it is natural to change the way he is addressed.

After leaving Dali, the two of them were determined to avenge Ke Baisui. They learned that the Murong family lived in Yanziwu, but Murong Bo had been dead for many years. Therefore, the one who killed Ke Baisui must have been another member of the Murong family.

The two felt that the other person's martial arts skills might not be as high as Murong Bo's in the past, so they had more hope of getting revenge. When they arrived at the lake, they happened to meet Yang Guo.

Upon suddenly hearing Yang Guo's voice, Cui Baiquan was startled and rushed over, saying to Yang Guo, "Young Prince, what are you doing here?"

Yang Guo smiled and said, "I didn't expect to meet you here again. I was just about to go to find the Murong family of Gusu. If Mr. Cui knows the way, I would be grateful if you could show me the way."

"Young Prince, Murong of Gusu is no benevolent person. You are of noble birth, so it is best not to take any risks lightly. Although my nephew and I have some minor skills, we may not be a match for Murong of Gusu."

When Cui Baiquan left the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, Duan Yu was suffering from internal injuries due to absorbing too much internal energy. He was unaware of what happened at Tianlong Temple and still thought Yang Guo was the same powerless prince of Dali.

Just as Yang Guo was about to say something more, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, seemingly also inquiring about the location of "Canhe Manor".

"There is a wealthy manor lord surnamed Murong. May I ask where he lives?"

The old man who was asked for directions said, "In Suzhou, people with surnames like Gu, Lu, Shen, Zhang, Zhou, and Wen are all big landlords. I've never heard of anyone with the surname Murong."

Yang Guo turned his head and saw that it was none other than the Tibetan national teacher Kumārajīva who had acted violently at Tianlong Temple that day.

What's this big monk doing here? Did he get the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual from somewhere else again?

No! Yang Guo thought for a moment. At first, the Tibetan National Preceptor did act like a highly respected and virtuous monk at Tianlong Temple, but later he threatened with force and tried to kidnap his uncle, Emperor Baoding. His actions were completely unrelated to those of a virtuous monk.

If this monk really got his hands on the Six Meridians Divine Sword, he'd probably hide away and practice it himself first.

Just as Kumārajīva was ignoring the situation, he suddenly sensed someone staring at him. Turning around, he was startled: It was this kid! Good! You choose the path to hell when there's one. It's time to settle the score with Tenryu Temple!

"Amitabha! It's the young prince in person. This humble monk, Kumārajīva, has failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me."

Yang Guo returned the greeting and said, "Amitabha, how could I trouble you, Master? It has been more than two months since we last met. I wonder how the Imperial Preceptor is doing?"

Kumārajīva laughed and said, "Haha, thank you for your concern, benefactor. This humble monk has been quite well these past few days. But may I ask what brings you on your long journey eastward?"

Yang Guo replied, "That day at Tianlong Temple, I heard the master speak of the Murong family of Gusu. I admire them greatly and have come here to pay my respects."

Kumārajīva said to Yang Guo, "Amitabha, Benefactor Duan, I made a promise to Mr. Murong to borrow the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual from Tianlong Temple for him to read. I have been regretting this promise ever since. Today I am fortunate to meet you, sir, and I hope you can do me a small favor so that I will not break my promise to my old friend. I would be extremely grateful."

Yang Guo chuckled inwardly, thinking: "This Tibetan monk claims to have made that promise to Master Murong back then, but who knows if it's true or not? You've obtained the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual, but you're probably just pretending to burn it at Master Murong's grave; you're probably just studying it yourself."

"Master, you have kept your promise to Mr. Murong, which I truly admire. How about this: let us go to Canhe Village together, and I will write down the scriptures and diagrams without any omissions. After I finish writing them, I will burn them immediately, which will fulfill your sincere wish. What do you think, Master?"

Yang Guo thought to himself: I am not a monk of Tianlong Temple. If I just randomly recite it from memory, does that mean that old Master Murong Bo can turn into a ghost and come up to check it?

Kumārajīva looked troubled and put his hands together, saying, "Amitabha, I am truly sorry to trouble Benefactor Duan to accompany me on this journey."

Yang Guo waved his hand and said, "It's alright. I greatly admire a senior like Mr. Murong. It's just a pity that he passed away before his time. Being able to pay my respects at his grave is a comfort to me."

Kumārajīva had no choice but to put his hands together again and say, "Amitabha, since Benefactor Duan has such intentions, then this humble monk will not stop you."

But I thought to myself: It will take some effort to get from here to Mr. Murong's tomb. I will make further plans in the meantime.

Yang Guo asked Kumārajīva, "Master, since you are an old friend of Mr. Murong, you should know the way to Swallow's Nest, right?"

Kumārajīva clasped his hands together, bowed, and said, "I am ashamed, I am ashamed. When Mr. Murong was alive, this humble monk did not visit him."

Yang Guo thought to himself: You dare call yourself a close friend when you've never even been to my home? You big monk, are you trying to fool me?