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

After finishing her song, Abi rowed her small boat into a small harbor. The water was covered with lotus leaves. After rowing for a while, Abi passed through a path beneath the lotus leaves. The water here was full of water chestnuts and red water caltrops; the red water caltrops and green leaves stood out vividly in the clear water. Abi picked some red water caltrops and shared them with everyone.

Yang Guo peeled open a water chestnut and saw that the skin and flesh were smooth and clean. He put it in his mouth and found it sweet, crisp, and refreshingly delicious.

Before they had finished exploring the water chestnut pond, Abi guided the small boat through a clump of reeds and water chestnuts.

As a result, even Yang Guo became wary and secretly tried to remember the way the small boat came from so that he wouldn't get lost on the way back. However, at a glance, all the lotus leaves, water chestnut leaves, reeds, and water bamboo on the lake looked exactly the same. Moreover, the lotus leaves and water chestnut leaves floated on the water and changed shape in an instant with the wind. Even if he remembered them clearly at the moment, the situation would be completely different in a moment.

Yang Guo thought to himself: The arrangement on the water looks like a formation, but unfortunately my knowledge of formations is limited. If Cheng Ying were here, she might be able to figure something out.

Thinking of how Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang had wasted their youth because of him, Yang Guo sighed again. Since coming to this world, he was afraid that he had sighed more today than in the previous months combined.

Yang Guo, Kumārajīva, Cui Baiquan, and Guo Yanzhi kept staring into Abi's eyes, trying to discern her method of finding her way and her indicators from her gaze.

But she rowed along casually, as if these many crisscrossing, chessboard-like waterways were as clear as the lines on her palm, something she knew from birth and needed no recognition from.

After rowing for more than two hours in this winding and circuitous manner, around noon, they could see a corner of a flying eaves peeking out from among the green willows in the distance. Abi continued to row the boat straight into the shade of the willows. When they got closer, they saw a wooden ladder made of pine branches hanging down to the water.

Abi tied the small boat to a tree branch, when suddenly she heard a little bird chirping "sha sha du sha, sha sha du sha" in the willow branch, its voice clear and melodious. Abi imitated the bird's chirping a few times, then turned around and smiled, saying, "Please come ashore!"

Kumārajīva was the first to leap onto the shore, and the others followed suit, stepping ashore one by one.

Yang Guo was the last to get up and leap off the light boat. Just as he was flying in mid-air between the boat and the lake shore, everyone suddenly heard a "whoosh".

At that very moment, Kumārajīva suddenly launched an attack.

He unleashed his palm strike, and a blade of energy instantly spread horizontally in the air, rushing towards Yang Guo like lightning. He then unleashed five more blades of energy, sealing off all of Yang Guo's positions.

In fact, Kumārajīva had long coveted Yang Guo's Six Meridians Divine Sword. He had been looking for an opportunity to strike while on the ship, and finally he seized the chance.

At this moment, Yang Guo was in mid-air, and Kumārajīva had already positioned himself to Yang Guo's side, providing a golden opportunity to strike him with lightning speed.

Kumārajīva unleashed six sword energies in quick succession, the limit of what his Flaming Blade could achieve, aiming to strike Yang Guo with a single blow, severely injuring him so that he would have no power to resist. At that point, wouldn't he be able to take whatever he wanted?

Yang Guo had been on guard against Kumārajīva. When he saw Kumārajīva make his move, Yang Guo activated all six meridians to meet Kumārajīva's six sword energies.

Unlike Kumārajīva's Flaming Blade, which requires sequential attacks, the Six Meridians Divine Sword unleashes all six swords simultaneously, drawing upon Kumārajīva's six sword energies at the same time.

Aside from the first blade of energy being dispersed in front of Yang Guo, the next five were dispersed before they could even get close. The closest one was just launched from Kumārajīva's right hand.

After unleashing the Six Meridians Sword, Yang Guo followed up with six more sword strikes. Taking advantage of Kumārajīva's struggle to parry, Yang Guo used the "Spiral Nine Shadows" technique from the Nine Yin Manual and descended from the sky.

At this moment, Kumārajīva had already shattered Yang Guo's Six Meridians Divine Sword, and with a swift movement, he charged towards Yang Guo.

The power of the Six Meridians Divine Sword unleashed by all six swords is incomparable to the Six Meridians Divine Sword Formation of Tianlong Temple. Kumārajīva and Yang Guo clearly saw this after exchanging two moves, and he thought to himself that it was indeed the number one sword technique in the world, which Murong Bo revered. If the two of them continued to fight at such a distance, his situation would probably be very bad.

Only by engaging in close-quarters combat can we find a chance to win this battle.

With a whoosh, Kumārajīva unleashed the "Great Vajra Fist," one of the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin.

Yang Guo returned the blow with his right hand, using a palm technique he had honed over the past ten years amidst the raging torrents of the mountains. The two exchanged blows, each taking a step back, and at the same time thought to themselves: This person has such profound internal strength.

Yang Guo had extensive experience in fighting enemies. He had fought Jinlun Fawang several times, and sixteen years later, he had also fought Zhou Botong and Huang Yaoshi. According to his estimation, Kumārajīva's internal strength should be no less than that of the three of them, but the opponent was much younger than Jinlun Fawang, Huang Yaoshi and others, making him the greatest opponent he had encountered since entering the martial arts world.

Yang Guo unleashed three consecutive palm strikes with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound. The force of his palm strikes caused petals to fall from the trees around him, a shower of red, yellow, purple and white flowers. When he struck three more times, a series of cracking sounds echoed all around, and branches snapped.

Kumārajīva was equally shrewd, unleashing a series of Shaolin 72 unique skills, including the Vajra Palm, Dragon Claw Hand, and Maha Finger. Sometimes, he would only use half of each move, with the second half suddenly changing. A punch would turn into a finger halfway through, and a grab would turn into a palm when it got close.

Cui Jinquan and Guo Yanzhi took out their golden abacus and soft whip, intending to help, but the range of Yang Guo and Kumārajīva's palm winds and fists was getting larger and larger. Not only could the two of them not get involved, but they were also forced to retreat step by step to a distance along with Abi.

The uncle and nephew exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with astonishment: they never imagined that there were actually people in the world who could cultivate kung fu to such a level. Compared to these two, their own decades of kung fu training had been a complete waste.

Cui Baiquan thought to himself, "I used to think that Young Master Duan was completely ignorant of martial arts, but who knew that his skills were so exquisite. The Duan family of Dali truly lives up to their reputation. Fortunately, I did not do anything wrong in the Prince of Zhennan's mansion..." The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his forehead and back were covered in sweat.

While Cui and Guo were thinking, Yang Guo and Kumārajīva had already exchanged seven or eight moves. Kumārajīva unleashed a "Great Bright Fist" at Yang Guo. Just as his fist was about to touch Yang Guo, he suddenly felt Yang Guo's abdominal muscles tremble, and at the same time, Yang Guo's chest inhaled inward and sprang out.

Kumārajīva was startled and quickly leaped to the left. He thought that it was common for internal martial arts masters to clench their chests and abdomens to avoid attacks, but to injure someone with their chest muscles was something he had never seen or heard of before. He shouted, "What kind of trick is this? When did the Duan family of Dali acquire this skill?"

Yang Guo said, "The Duan family of Dali is known for its Six Meridian Divine Sword and the Donkey-Piercing Palm Technique. My palm technique is the Donkey-Piercing Palm Technique."

Kumārajīva was taken aback and said, "The Donkey-Stabbing Palm Technique?"

Yang Guo said, "Yes, it's the palm technique used to stab the bald monk."

Kumārajīva realized that he was insulting him indirectly, and he angrily shouted, "You rude brat, you will eventually learn what I am capable of!"

Kumārajīva waved his hand and stepped forward, this time using the "Prajñā Palm" from the Seventy-Two Arts.

Yang Guo looked up at the sky, seemingly oblivious to everything, and with a whoosh, he struck out with his palm towards the empty space above his head. His palm moved diagonally downwards, and the force of his palm formed an arc, scattering in all directions.

Kumārajīva knew that this palm strike was like a vast, rounded dome, and impossible to dodge. He immediately raised his palm to meet it, and with a snap, their palms collided, causing him to sway.

Although Kumārajīva's martial arts skills were by no means inferior to Yang Guo's, in a one-on-one confrontation, his palm strikes were far less powerful and robust than the palm strikes Yang Guo had honed in the ocean waves.

Yang Guo's two moves caught Kumārajīva off guard. Kumārajīva leaped back about ten feet to guard against any further strange moves from Yang Guo.