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

Just then, a long howl echoed from afar.

The deep, resonant sound rolled in from afar, causing the branches and leaves on the treetops to tremble incessantly.

Upon hearing the whistling sound, the two eagles raised their heads and roared in response, their attack becoming even more ferocious as they fiercely pounced on Li Mochou.

Li Mochou's expression changed slightly as she recognized the newcomer—Guo Jing!

This man, with his single move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, moved swiftly and fiercely through thousands of troops, displaying unparalleled bravery.

She could manage to hold her own against Guo Jing alone, but she also had Huang Rong by her side.

Huang Rong was incredibly intelligent and cunning, more difficult to deal with than ten martial arts masters combined.

With this thought in mind, her whisk suddenly trembled.

Thousands of silver threads suddenly spread out in front of him, weaving a silver net that forced back the two white eagles, and his body floated backward three zhang away.

Once her feet were firmly planted, she coldly swept her gaze over Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang, her tone sharp as ice.

"I'll spare your lives for now, but when we meet again, it won't be as simple as the Ice Soul Silver Needle incident."

As soon as she finished speaking, she lightly flicked her whisk, and her apricot-yellow figure leaped onto the treetops, rising and falling several times before disappearing into the depths of the dense forest.

The two eagles chased after her for several feet, then heard a whistle, circled once, folded their wings, and landed behind Guo Fu.

Guo Fu raised her hand and gently stroked the eagle's wings, her chest heaving violently, her expression a mixture of shock and a touch of smugness.

Her gaze was drawn to the white eagle, and only then did she notice Yang Guo peeking out from behind the locust tree.

Seeing that he was barefoot, with wet hair and disheveled clothes, he assumed he was a lost beggar and immediately wrinkled his nose and turned his head away.

The Wu brothers remained kneeling beside their deceased mother, their cries gradually fading until only hoarse sobs remained.

Da Wu wiped away his tears with his sleeve and reached out to take his younger brother's arm, but Xiao Wu shook him off.

Xiao Wu gripped his mother's cold fingers tightly, his lips trembling, repeatedly calling out "Mother" in a low voice, as if the more he called, the more likely his mother would respond.

Just then, two figures suddenly appeared from outside the forest, their movements incredibly swift.

The leading man was tall and strong, with thick eyebrows and bright eyes. His foot landed with a loud thud.

The woman beside him was beautiful and delicate, with exquisite features. A light blue dress accentuated her slender figure, and she still retained her charm. She walked lightly, her toes lightly touching the fallen leaves, making no sound.

The visitors were none other than Guo Jing and Huang Rong!

Guo Jing's gaze swept across the clearing in the woods.

It first landed on the two eagles, and seeing that the two birds were safe and sound, it was slightly relieved. Then it flew over Guo Fu and Wu's two sons, and finally landed under the withered locust tree.

Lu Wushuang was supporting Cheng Ying by the tree. Cheng Ying had just been hit hard by Li Mochou and was still weak and unable to support herself.

He then turned to look at Wu Sanniang, who was lying on the ground, unable to get up.

His brows furrowed suddenly, and he stepped down to Wu Sanniang's side, lightly touching her neck pulse with his fingers. His expression instantly turned ashen and frosty.

"It's the poison from the Ice Soul Silver Needle."

Huang Rong stood behind him, and with just a glance at the wound, she made her judgment.

"This poison rushes straight to the heart meridian; once it enters the body, it will last no more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Da Wu suddenly looked up, his face streaked with tears, his voice hoarse as he pleaded, "Aunt Guo, please save my mother! Please, please save my mother!"

Huang Rong remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook her head.

"It's too late. Wu Dasao's poison has already invaded her heart meridian. Even if an immortal were to come, it would be too late to save her."

Da Wu stared blankly at her, the last glimmer of light in his eyes gradually fading and dying out.

He lowered his head and remained silent, his sobs having dried up. He buried his face in his mother's shoulder, his thin shoulder trembling slightly, his sorrow beyond words.

Guo Fu stood to the side, her lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

She had been pampered since childhood, always doing as she pleased without a care in the world, and had never seen such a miserable scene before.

Faced with the plight of life and death, the madness of loved ones, and the unbearable grief of brothers, I was utterly at a loss.

Feeling uneasy, she quietly moved closer to Guo Jing and gently grasped her father's sleeve.

An unexpected change occurred here!

Li Mochou's figure reappeared among the treetops; she had not gone far at all.

Just now, when the silver light of her whisk forced the two eagles back, she secretly made up her mind to turn back and launch an attack.

She knew that if Guo Jing and Huang Rong were to come here, her own advantages would vanish in an instant.

But the thought of leaving empty-handed filled him with resentment.

The young girl in the light green silk dress had excellent bone structure and a stubborn and fierce temperament; she was a good candidate for training.

She was determined to kidnap this woman!

However, to escape safely after kidnapping someone, it is necessary to first distract Guo Jing and his wife so that they have no time to pursue them.

She suddenly raised her whisk high, and silver threads spread out all over the sky. Three ice-soul silver needles shot out instantly!

This time, she exerted all her strength, and the poisonous blue light on the needle became even more intense, leaving three thin, spiderweb-like trails in the twilight.

Three poison needles attacked from different directions!

One arrow was aimed straight at Guo Fu's throat; another pierced Da Wu's heart; and the remaining arrow flew directly towards Yang Guo, who had just stepped out of the shadow of the locust tree.

This needle attack was completely unexpected by Yang Guo.

His mind was completely focused on the newly arrived Guo Jing and his wife, and he was secretly planning to stage a scene of "recognizing relatives by face".

Before I could react, a cold, eerie blue glint flashed in the corner of my eye.

The light flowed swiftly and silently, as fast as a spider's silk breaking in the wind.

His internal energy system reacted even faster than his thoughts.

The Qi in the Dantian suddenly surged upwards, gathering all the mind and spirit to create a state of reverse rebirth.

As if his body had been suddenly pushed, he tumbled to the side.

This was not a light dodge, but a real, heavy slam!

He crashed solidly into the thick pile of fallen leaves.

My right shoulder hit the ground first, followed by the back of my head slamming hard against a protruding tree root. My vision went black for a moment, and my ears rang.

The poisoned needle grazed past his left arm.

The needle tip tore through the already tattered sleeve, leaving a faint bloodstain.

Finally, it was driven deep into the trunk of the old locust tree behind, the needle's end trembling incessantly, humming continuously.

pain!

Yang Guo lay among the fallen leaves and gasped.

A sharp pain struck: a dull ache in the back of my head, a dull ache in my shoulder, and unbearable burning pain from abrasions on my arm.

Despite the intense pain, he was fortunate to survive.

The skin was only slightly abraded, and the poison on the needle did not seep into the bloodstream.

Just as Yang Guo was hastily dodging, the remaining two poisoned needles had already struck the target!

"Fu'er!" Huang Rong's exclamation suddenly rang out in the forest.

Yang Guo lay among the fallen leaves, witnessing Guo Jing and Huang Rong's combined attack.

Guo Jing stomped his right foot on the ground to exert force.

His body moved horizontally like a mountain, and with both palms pushing out, a strong wind swept through, and the powerful palm force deflected the two silver needles that were aimed at Guo Fu and Da Wu.

Huang Rong then swept her body to the side.

With a flick of his finger, he shot out three pebbles, which struck the side of the silver needles precisely. Two of the silver needles immediately flew off course and embedded themselves deeply in the tree trunk, their bodies vibrating and humming.

The husband and wife's offensive and defensive coordination was seamless and flawless!

However, both of them were completely preoccupied with Guo Fu and the Wu brothers, and did not pay any attention to what was happening on Yang Guo's side.

They didn't see the boy who had just emerged from the shade of the locust tree, and how disheveled he was as he fell into the pile of fallen leaves.

Yang Guo covered his shoulder and slowly got up, leaning against a tree and sitting quietly. Cold sweat soaked through his already damp clothes.

He gazed at the trembling poison needles on the tree trunk, their tips glowing with a faint blue light in the twilight, like a pair of dark eyes fixed intently on him.

He raised his hand and gently touched the scar on his left arm, his fingertips stained with a little blood, and brought it to his nose to sniff.

A stench of blood assaulted the senses, mixed with a metallic, metallic odor, making it impossible to discern whether it was the blood itself or the strange smell emanating from a deadly poison.

He simply tore off a piece of the torn sleeve, folded it into a strip of cloth, and tightly bound it to the wound.

The deadly poison of the Ice Soul Silver Needle attacked the heart meridian directly, and Wu Sanniang died before the incense stick could burn.

He would never dare to risk his life.

He immediately focused his mind and activated the Reverse Life Technique. Although he didn't know if this technique could resist the deadly poison, it was the only way at the moment.

Just as Yang Guo was focusing on healing his injuries, another major change occurred in the clearing in the forest!

At the moment when Guo Jing and Huang Rong were working together to deflect the poison needle attack, Li Mochou...

His figure swooped down from the treetops, his whisk tracing a silver arc, and his left hand, with its five fingers hooked out, firmly gripped Lu Wushuang's shoulder.

"Cousin!" Lu Wushuang exclaimed in shock, her right hand stretching forward in vain.

Cheng Ying, who had just been nestled beside Lu Wushuang, used all her strength to leap up.

Unfortunately, he was already seriously injured, and then the remaining force of the whisk hit his shoulder, causing him to stagger back several steps and crash heavily into the trunk of the ancient locust tree.

Once she regained her footing, Li Mochou had already leaped onto the treetops with Lu Wushuang in her arms.

"Master Guo, Chief Huang, we'll meet again someday."

Li Mochou's cold voice drifted down from the treetop, devoid of any warmth.

"Consider this little girl as interest, and I'll take her with me. Do not chase after her—if you do, she'll be the first to die!"

As the voices faded away, the apricot-yellow figure leaped and fell among the trees several times before finally disappearing into the distance.

As dusk spread like a giant net, it slowly swallowed and dissolved the figures of Li Mochou and Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang was held hostage by Li Mochou.

His face was turned away, and he stretched out one hand towards Cheng Ying with all his might. His lips opened and closed frequently, but the wind carried away his words, and only two words could be faintly heard.

"Cousin...cousin..."

Cheng Ying struggled to her feet, her body already exhausted from the repeated falls and injuries.

She picked up the short blade from the ground and was about to take a step to chase after him when Huang Rong reached out and firmly pressed her shoulder down.

"Do not chase after them." Huang Rong's voice was calm, though soft, each word carried weight.

"If you rashly pursue her, you will only provoke her to kill you, needlessly throwing your own life away."

"But……"

Cheng Ying's eyes were red, and her voice was anxious and hoarse, "She will definitely harm my cousin!"

"Not for the time being." Huang Rong gazed at the apricot-yellow figure disappearing into the twilight, her expression calm and agile.

"Li Mochou kidnapped your cousin; she must have ulterior motives. Until her wish is fulfilled, your cousin will remain safe for now."

Huang Rong's words were merely words of comfort to appease Cheng Ying.

Li Mochou is notorious for her viciousness and ruthlessness. Her actions are always unpredictable, and everyone knows how dangerous she is.

But she couldn't just stand by and watch the young girl risk her life and die in vain.

As for Lu Wushuang, who was kidnapped, her future was uncertain, and she had no choice but to leave it to fate.

Cheng Ying stood frozen in place, her hand holding the knife trembling violently.

Tears welled up in her eyes several times, but finally rolled down her face.

Yang Guo leaned against the old locust tree, observing the entire turn of events.

He removed the tattered cloth binding the wound on his left arm and examined it closely.

Fortunately, the Reverse Life Technique worked, the bleeding stopped, and there were no signs of bruising or poisoning around the wound.

The fact that the deadly poison did not penetrate his bloodstream is a stroke of luck in saving his life.

Compared to the physical pain, the shock in his heart was even more intense.

Just now, Li Mochou used three silver needles to attack Guo Fu, Da Wu, and herself.

With three targets and three directions, she had already calculated that Guo Jing and Huang Rong were only two people, and at most, she could save both of them.

This tactic forces the enemy to defend their position, tying down top experts at minimal cost, and then seizing the target amidst the chaos.

This action was by no means a spur-of-the-moment decision.

The feigned retreat was part of the plan, the return and sneak attack was part of the plan, the selection of three children to attack was part of the plan, and the kidnapping of Lu Wushuang was the result of the entire plan!

From beginning to end, her purpose was clear, and her actions were precise and ruthless, as if a sharp blade were dissecting the truth.

This person is by no means a reckless thug, but a cunning, calm, and terrifying killer.

Then I recalled those online novels from my past life, where some people actually tried to win over such a person as their bedmate.

If this were to actually happen in the present world, it would be tantamount to bringing disaster upon oneself, and one would likely perish on the spot without even knowing why.

Yang Guo's fingertips trembled slightly.

It wasn't fear that I felt, but rather the shock that followed.

If the poisoned needle had been three inches higher, he would be lying stiffly in the dust, his lips and face turning blue, just like Wu Sanniang.

Fortunately, he possessed the Reverse Life Technique, and in the critical moment, the true Qi within his body spontaneously circulated and moved, and his body, mind, and spirit worked together to barely avoid the danger of this needle.

Although Ni Sheng had only entered the first realm and gained only a slight increase in physical strength, it still gave him a bit more confidence.

What he lacks most right now is time.

With time and dedicated practice, one can eventually achieve enlightenment.

When one's cultivation reaches its peak, one can face all the storms and dangers of the world with composure and without fear, free from all constraints.

When Guo Jing and Huang Rong saw that Li Mochou had disappeared, they turned around and saw Yang Guo standing by the locust tree.

The boy's hair was still wet, and water droplets dripped down.

His clothes were draped askew over his shoulders, and the sleeve of his left arm was torn in half, revealing a wound of moderate depth on his arm.

The two walked quickly to Yang Guo.

Guo Jing noticed the injury on his shoulder and, without hesitation, squatted down to examine it closely.

"How badly are you injured, little brother?"

After saying this, he asked Huang Rong for a few Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pills and handed them to Yang Guo to take.

Huang Rong stood beside Guo Jing, her gaze fixed on Yang Guo's face.

The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the leaves, landing perfectly on the boy's profile.

From his eyebrows and eyes to the bridge of his nose and the lines of his jaw, the boy before her vaguely reflected a shadow that she would never forget.

Huang Rong secretly pondered the situation before asking, "Young man, why are you lingering here? What is your name? Where are your elders?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing looked at Yang Guo's face and felt that the face was extremely familiar, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

He reached out and gently touched the boy's shoulder, his voice warm but slightly trembling: "Young man, my wife and I are not bad people. May I ask your name?"

Yang Guo swallowed the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill and looked up at the middle-aged man squatting in front of him.

This person seems to have stepped right out of one of Mr. Jin's books.

Guo Jing's knees were covered in fallen leaves and mud, and his face still showed the tension from when he had just treated the patient. However, his words were soft and gentle, as if he were afraid of disturbing something.

Yang Guo knew that now was the time for them to recognize each other.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Huang Rong beside him. He knew that because of past grievances, Huang Rong would inevitably transfer her resentment towards Yang Kang to himself, so he should not be too hasty or rash.

"Thank you for the medicine and saving my life, great hero. My surname is Yang, and my given name is Guo." He spoke slowly.

Guo Jing's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he raised his hand to touch Yang Guo's shoulder, but it suddenly hovered in mid-air. His lips moved several times, and his eyes gradually reddened.

"Guo'er?" The voice suddenly became hoarse. "You are Guo'er?"

"Who are you, senior?" Yang Guo feigned ignorance.

"Guo'er, I am your Uncle Guo, Guo Jing, the sworn brother of your biological father Yang Kang! How did you end up here? Where is your mother?"

Guo Jing gazed at Yang Guo, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Yang Kang, and was filled with overwhelming emotion.

"Uncle Guo? So you are the person my mother often mentioned. My mother passed away from illness a few months ago. On her deathbed, she instructed me to go to Peach Blossom Island to find Uncle Guo, saying that you are a great hero who stands tall in the world and will surely take me in."

Yang Guo slowly recounted the whole story. When he talked about his mother's death, he raised his hand to gently wipe the corner of his eye. His tone was calm and composed, without being overly anxious or losing his composure in grief.

After hearing Yang Guo's words, Guo Jing turned to look at Huang Rong, his Adam's apple bobbing several times before he finally asked in a low voice, "Where...is your mother buried?"

"My mother was buried next to the Wang Tieqiang Temple outside Jiaxing City, which was her dying wish." Yang Guo raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Guo Jing's shoulders trembled slightly. He remained silent for a long while, then realized that this was the burial place of his sworn brother, Yang Kang.

The hand that had been hovering in mid-air landed heavily on Yang Guo's shoulder with such force that the boy's knuckles cracked faintly.

"Come home with me, and from now on follow Uncle Guo. I'll make sure you never suffer hardship again."

Guo Jing's tone was resolute; it was not a question, but a decision already made.

Looking at the boy who was wiping away his tears with his head down, Huang Rong felt a pang of pity in her heart.

But seeing his features, which were seven or eight parts similar to Yang Kang's, he suddenly felt a chill.

The various misdeeds Yang Kang committed in the past left a deep imprint on her heart.

Although I do not know what kind of character this child is, he is, after all, Yang Kang's flesh and blood, so I must be very careful and vigilant.

Guo Jing stood up and looked around; everything had settled down.

Wu Santong had long since vanished without a trace; Wu Sanniang's body was already cold; Lu Wushuang had been abducted into the depths of the dense forest and could not be caught in time; they found their sworn brother's child, only to discover that the child was all alone and helpless.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. The anxiety and resentment in his eyes had completely disappeared, leaving only a heavy sense of responsibility.

"Take the child back first."

He spoke to Huang Rong in a low voice.

"Sister-in-law Wu... must be properly buried."

Huang Rong nodded slightly, walked to Guo Fu's side, and tidied her messy hair.

His gaze swept over Da Wu and Xiao Wu, who were kneeling guarding their mother's body, then looked at Cheng Ying, who was holding a knife and looking lost, and finally settled on the boy beside the ancient locust tree.