Yang Guo: I defied death and reached the heavens in The Return of the Condor Heroes

Guo Jing walked to the center of the square and stood still, bowing to Huo Du and saying:

"please."

Huo Du sneered, showing no politeness whatsoever, and swiftly unfolded his folding fan to launch the first attack.

His fan techniques were unpredictable and ever-changing, the fan blade sharper than a knife, targeting vital acupoints and key points all over the body.

As soon as the move was made, a sharp whistling sound broke through the air, and the heavy fan shadows, like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, went straight for Guo Jing's throat.

Guo Jing neither dodged nor evaded, but directly unleashed a strike of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

The palm strike was powerful and deep, carrying an irresistible and immense force.

The palm strike swept across the square, raising dust from the bluestone ground. Several withered leaves were swept into the air by the internal force and instantly shredded.

Before Huo Du's folding fan could reach him, he was pressed down by the surging palm force, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

Terrified, he quickly changed his move, swishing his folding fan diagonally to strike Guo Jing's wrist.

Guo Jing suddenly flipped his wrist, his five fingers curving like eagle hooks, and used the "Hand Playing Five Strings" technique from the Nine Yin Manual to grab the folding fan directly.

Huo Du felt a powerful force rushing towards him, and the folding fan in his hand almost flew out of his grasp. He hurriedly withdrew his move and retreated.

Unexpectedly, Guo Jing followed closely, striking again with a palm.

Guo Jing intended to establish his authority with this palm strike, using seventy percent of his power.

There was a loud bang.

The bluestone behind Huo Du was shattered by the palm strike from a distance, and fragments of stone flew everywhere.

The ground sank into a shallow depression, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards, extending more than three feet.

Huo Du's expression changed drastically. Only now did he realize that the opponent's martial arts skills were far beyond his expectations.

He dared not be disrespectful again and immediately put all his knowledge to use.

Folding fans fluttered in the air, and the figure swiftly turned and twisted, intending to use agile movements to reverse the decline.

But Guo Jing's palm technique seemed ordinary, yet every move concealed a hidden power.

No matter how Huo Du twisted and turned, trying his best to dodge, the powerful palm strikes always followed him closely.

After only three or five rounds, Huo Du was already under constant control, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

The Quanzhen disciples surrounding the square were all dumbfounded.

Just now, Huo Du was arrogant and domineering in the Sanqing Hall.

Having forced several division commanders into retreat, he was now firmly suppressed by this stranger, with no chance to fight back.

Someone exclaimed in a low voice:

"Who is this person? Their martial arts skills are so incredibly advanced!"

His fellow disciples nodded repeatedly, their eyes fixed on the arena, afraid of missing a single move.

Seeing his junior brother at a disadvantage, Darba roared and brandished his vajra, lunging forward.

He possessed extraordinary physical strength, and when he struck down with this pestle, it was incredibly powerful, the pestle accompanied by a strong wind that howled like a ferocious beast.

Guo Jing neither dodged nor evaded, but instead gathered his strength in his left palm and, relying solely on his profound internal energy, forcefully received the Vajra Pestle strike from a distance.

A loud "clang" resounded, like the booming of an ancient temple bell, making everyone's ears ring.

Darba was suddenly struck by a powerful backlash, his hand on his hand was in excruciating pain, and he almost dropped his weapon.

He roared angrily and tried his best to pull back, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; he couldn't budge an inch.

Guo Jing suddenly unleashed his inner strength.

Darba felt an immense force surge towards him, and he staggered backward, falling heavily onto the bluestone ground, cracking several floor tiles in the process.

He struggled to get up, but his arms felt sore, numb, and weak, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

In an instant, the entire venue fell silent.

Huo Du's face turned deathly pale. Knowing he had encountered a peerless master today, he immediately withdrew his attack and retreated. Gritting his teeth in resentment, he cupped his hands and spoke:

"Your martial arts skills are superb, and I, Huo, am truly impressed."

"May I ask your esteemed name, so that I, Huo, may know which master I have been defeated by today?"

Guo Jing remained calm and slowly began to speak:

"I am Guo Jing, and I will not change my name or surname."

Huo Du's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

He had heard of Guo Jing before; he was once the Golden Knife Prince Consort of Mongolia, and now the rising star known as the "Northern Hero".

He never expected that the man in front of him, dressed in coarse clothes and covered in dust, was actually the famous Guo Jing.

His mind raced. No wonder this person's martial arts were so extraordinary; it turned out to be Guo Jing, the Northern Hero.

If he insists on continuing the fight, he will certainly not gain any advantage.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his fear, and cupped his hands in greeting, saying:

"So you are the former Golden Knife Prince Consort of our Great Mongolia! I have long admired the reputation of Hero Guo."

"Having seen it today, I can confirm that its reputation is well-deserved."

"I, Huo, was blind to your greatness and have offended you greatly. I take my leave now, and I hope we will meet again!"

After he finished speaking, he reached out to help Darba up, and led his men away dejectedly, leaving Chongyang Palace in a gloomy mood.

Upon reaching the palace gate, Huo Du suddenly turned back to look at Guo Jing, his gaze as sinister as a venomous snake, as if he wanted to etch that face firmly into his heart.

Guo Jing caught a glimpse of his sinister gaze and secretly pondered whether letting him go today would bring him good fortune or misfortune in the future.

However, this place was ultimately under the control of the Mongol forces, and now was not the right time to capture this person. He suppressed his concerns and turned back into the main hall.

The six disciples of Quanzhen were already waiting in the hall.

Hao Datong was helped to a seat by two disciples. After taking some healing pills, his complexion improved slightly.

Several young disciples were busy cleaning up the mess in the hall, righting the overturned incense table, and sweeping up the broken porcelain and wood scattered on the ground.

Ma Yu strode forward, grasped Guo Jing's hand, and sighed deeply:

"Jing'er, it's been several years since we last met. I never imagined that your martial arts skills have reached such a superb level."

"If it weren't for your timely assistance, our Quanzhen Sect would have been in grave danger."

"This kindness will be forever remembered by everyone in Quanzhen."

Guo Jing quickly cupped his hands in greeting and replied:

"Uncle Ma, you flatter me."

"If it weren't for you and your masters traveling to the grasslands to carefully guide Jing'er back then, how could Jing'er have the ability to lend a helping hand today?"

"I will always remember the kindness of my master in imparting knowledge and skills, and I will never forget it in the slightest."

Qiu Chuji stepped forward slowly, looking at Guo Jing with eyes full of satisfaction.

I recall our first meeting at Zuixianlou in Jiaxing; the young man was still honest and simple.

However, years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has grown into a great hero capable of standing up to danger on his own.

"Jing'er, there's no need for formalities."

Qiu Chuji spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"You've traveled a thousand miles from Peach Blossom Island to Zhongnan Mountain, is it for some important matter? Could it be that things are happening in Jiangnan...?"

Guo Jing, meeting Qiu Chuji's questioning gaze, stepped aside to let Yang Guo out from behind him, and solemnly cupped his hands to the crowd, saying:

"Uncle Qiu, Jing'er has come up the mountain this time with an important matter to ask of you all."

"This child's name is Yang Guo, courtesy name Gaizhi, and he is my nephew."

"I have come here today to ask that you senior masters take him in as a disciple so that he can learn the authentic internal energy cultivation method in Quanzhen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent, and everyone's expressions varied.

Qiu Chuji's brow furrowed with even greater doubt.

He had never heard of Guo Jing having a nephew surnamed Yang, so he immediately looked at Guo Jing and asked:

"Jing'er, with your skills, you can teach him martial arts yourself. Why bother sending this child all the way to Zhongnan Mountain?"

Guo Jing cupped his hands and explained:

"Uncle Qiu, Guo'er is a child with exceptional talent. Although he is still young, his martial arts foundation is already quite solid."

"It's just that the martial arts styles that Rong'er and I have learned are quite different, and I'm afraid that it might hinder this child's future."

"He thought that Quanzhen was the most orthodox sect of the Xuanmen sect in the world. If he could be allowed to become a disciple of his master and cultivate diligently, his talent would not be wasted."

Wang Chuyi looked at Yang Guo's familiar face, his brows furrowing slightly, and asked Guo Jing:

"Jing'er, you and Rong'er have lived in Jiangnan for so long, when did you gain a nephew? I wonder where this child's parents are now?"

Guo Jing knew that his senior uncles had already guessed some of Yang Guo's background, so he didn't deliberately hide it and answered frankly:

"Uncle-Master Wang, Guo'er has a tragic past. His parents have long since passed away. He is the child of Brother Kang and Miss Mu from years ago."

"He was once a lonely wanderer with no one to rely on. I later found this child outside Jiaxing City."