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

Chapter 85 Ye Erniang's Request

"Old Yue, I have a unique skill that emphasizes using stillness to control movement and accumulating strength for a counterattack, which would be very suitable for you. However, this technique is dangerous to practice. If you become agitated, you are very likely to injure yourself. Do you have the perseverance to practice it diligently?"

Because Yue Laosan strongly opposed the name "Yue Buqun", Yang Guo ultimately respected his opinion, and the name Yue Buqun could only be left to someone destined to have it.

As early as when he was at Tianning Temple, Yang Guo had the idea of ​​teaching Toad Stance to Yue Laosan. He was fierce by nature, full of brute strength, and simple and straightforward in his mind. The elegant and gentle style of the Ancient Tomb Sect and the moderate and peaceful style of the Quanzhen Sect were not suitable for him. On the contrary, the style of Toad Stance, which involves accumulating power and striking with heavy force, was particularly in line with his personality.

Upon hearing the words "ultimate skill," Yue Laosan's eyes lit up immediately. He patted his chest and exclaimed, "Yes! If Master is willing to teach me, I, the Crocodile God of the South Sea, will risk my life to master it! In the future, when I encounter a powerful enemy, I will use this skill to snap their neck!"

Yang Guo shook his head slightly: "Do not harbor any murderous thoughts. If I find out that you have used your merits to commit murder, I will have my own ways to cripple your cultivation."

One-Finger Divine Skill is inherently effective against Toad Skill. Even though Yang Guo's One-Finger Divine Skill is slightly inferior to Wang Chongyang's innate skill, it is more than enough to deal with the Crocodile God of the South Sea who came to the skill halfway through his training.

"Master, please save my second sister."

Yue Laosan has a second sister? Yang Guo glanced at Ye Erniang beside him and knew that Yue Laosan must be referring to this person.

Yang Guo glanced at Ye Erniang's injuries and realized that if he didn't treat her immediately, she might not survive the day.

"Ye Erniang, I can heal your injuries, but I won't save you. You've committed too many evil deeds, causing countless families to be torn apart. You deserve to die. For... the sake of your boss and Yue Laosan, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, I might be able to help you."

Yue Laosan wanted to plead for her, but Yang Guo stopped him with a gesture: "If you keep nagging, I'll send her to see Yun Zhonghe right now. Ye Erniang, do you have any last words? I'm in a bad mood today and don't have much patience."

Ye Erniang struggled to sit up, coughed up blood, and slowly said, "Twenty-four years ago, my own son was stolen by that damned thief. I couldn't stand that other people had sons, so I had to steal theirs. But... but other people's sons are never as good as my own."

Yue Laosan said, "Second Sister, you always steal other people's chubby babies to play with, and then you strangle them when you're done playing with them. So it turns out you stole them for your own son."

Over the years, he had insisted on competing with Ye Erniang, wanting to surpass her in martial arts and claim the title of "Second Most Evil Person in the World." It is truly remarkable that he is willing to back down now.

"Ye Erniang, do you want me to help you find your son?"

"Young Master Duan, I, Ye Erniang, am guilty of heinous crimes and deserve to die. But my son and I have been separated for twenty-four years. I dare not hope that my son will recognize me as his wicked mother. I only ask that if you ever find out where he is, you can have my third son come to my grave and say a word to me."

Yang Guo pondered for a moment and then said, "Family happiness is a natural human emotion, but you really shouldn't take your own suffering out on others. Very well, I grant your request. Ye Erniang, does your son have any special characteristics? Does anyone else know about this?"

Without hesitation, Ye Erniang blurted out, "Shortly after I gave birth to my son, I burned nine incense marks on his back and both buttocks. Granny Qiao, who lives at the foot of Shaolin Temple, knows about this; she was the one who delivered my baby that night."

Granny Qiao? At the foot of Shaolin Temple? Could she be Brother Xiao's foster mother?

"Second Sister Ye, the Granny Qiao you mentioned, is her husband named Qiao Sanhuai?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

Yang Guo did not answer, but continued to ask, "Who is your son's father?"

After saying that, his body slumped to the side, and he had already breathed his last.

"Yue Laosan, you and she were acquainted, so find a decent place to bury her. If you ever find your son, you'll know where to visit his grave."

Yue Laosan went to borrow tools from Ba Tianshi to dig a pit, while Yang Guo and Zhao Shuhuai continued to wander aimlessly around Little Mirror Lake. "Brother Yang, I just saw Duan Yanqing walk away by himself, and it seems that the Prince of Zhennan is injured. What exactly happened?"

In public, Zhao Shuhuai was addressed as "Young Master Duan," but since it was just the two of them, they naturally used the same address they had used during their two days of close interaction.

Yang Guo looked at Zhao Shuhuai. She was a pampered daughter of heaven, yet she had spent these past few days with him, enduring hardships and sleeping in the open. How could he not see the affection between them? However, the only person in his heart was Xiaolongnu. Even if Zhao Shuhuai had a shadow of Xiaolongnu, she could not replace her.

Very well, I'll just tell her everything about my family and put an end to her thoughts.

"Miss Zhao, this story begins twenty years ago outside Tianlong Temple..."

Yang Guo began his story by recounting Dao Baifeng's encounter with Duan Yanqing, then recounted Duan Yanqing's schemes in Wanjie Valley, and the conversation between the group inside the house. He concluded by saying, "Princess, as you can see, I am not the heir of the Prince of Zhennan of Dali; in fact, I am merely a villain." He then added, "Princess, your noble status means you should reside peacefully in Yaohua Palace, living a tranquil life, instead of wandering the world with me and enduring endless turmoil."

Zhao Shuhuai stood there, her face slightly pale, her fingers unconsciously clenching her clothes. After a long while, she slowly raised her head, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, forcing a faint smile, and looked at the vast, misty Mirror Lake. Her voice was soft and gentle: "Yaohua Palace is indeed safe and secure, the deep palace walls are like a prison. These days traveling the world, though arduous, have been the most carefree time of my life. I know your feelings, but I want to follow you for a while longer. Once all the clues have been found and the dust has settled, I will return to Bianliang."

Seeing how understanding she was, Yang Guo felt a pang of guilt and said gently, "As long as you've made up your mind, I naturally won't force you to leave."

"By the way, Brother Yang, tell me the story of 'Yang Guo' and 'Little Dragon Girl.' She saved my life, and I'd like to know what kind of woman my savior was that you can't forget her so much."

"Alright, if you want to hear it, I'll tell you. I lost both my parents when I was young..."

Zhao Shuhuai listened quietly, her steps unconsciously slowing. The evening breeze ruffled the hair at her temples, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions. She imagined the scene of the white-clad girl and the boy practicing swordsmanship day and night in the deep ancient tomb. The cold and lonely Tomb of the Living Dead had once been filled with such warmth.

"Then—Sister Long, where is she now?" After hearing that the two had been separated for sixteen years due to various twists of fate, Zhao Shuhuai couldn't help but ask softly.

"I have been searching for clues in vain," Yang Guo said slowly. "But now I don't know where Long'er has gone. Has she gone to another world, or returned to her original world, or perhaps—"

Yang Guo didn't finish his last sentence, which was also the reality he least wanted to face: Xiaolongnu had completely disappeared from this world, and at that time, where should he go?

Just as Zhao Shuhuai was about to say a few more words of advice, she heard heavy footsteps approaching from afar, and Yue Laosan's voice drifted over: "Master, something bad has happened! Another junior mistress has arrived, and she's even fighting with someone!"