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

Unbeknownst to him, Yang Guo had been meditating with his eyes closed for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

Although the time was short, he could clearly feel that the barrier between the first and second layers had thinned by an almost imperceptible amount.

If this were on Peach Blossom Island, it would take at least a month of arduous training to achieve this level of progress.

"With this kind of training, I will be able to cross the barrier to the second level in one or two months at most."

He sighed inwardly.

"This Jade Bed is practically made for the Triple Rebirth Body."

Just then, a very light footstep reached their ears.

The person made no attempt to conceal their presence; their footsteps approached from afar in the passageway, their pace neither hurried nor slow, carrying a sense of composure and a hint of the host's indifference.

Yang Guo did not open his eyes or react in any way, and continued to sit cross-legged and circulate his internal energy. He had already guessed who the visitor was.

But every minute and second is precious now. The more you circulate your energy, the better your chances of breaking through to a higher realm.

The footsteps finally stopped at the entrance of the stone chamber.

Yang Guo clearly felt a cold gaze fall on him, devoid of any warmth, as if it were falling on a stone that had intruded without permission.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

That gaze did not waver, nor did it utter a word.

Little Dragon Girl stood by the stone gate, quietly watching the young man sitting cross-legged on the cold jade bed in front of her.

The other person was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a somewhat childish face, but very handsome features.

With a straight nose and well-defined lips, even with his eyes closed, he was much more pleasing to the eye than those fierce-looking brutes outside the tomb.

He sat quietly on his jade bed, his expression so natural as if this were his room and his bed, without the slightest hint of guilt or unease.

A strange feeling quietly arose in Xiaolongnu's heart.

This person is so strange.

She was completely different from her previous senior sisters.

When my senior sister barged in, she looked anxious and flustered, her eyes filled with greed and obsession for the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, and her whole body exuded an aggressive and menacing aura.

But this person? He sat calmly and steadily, his breathing long and even, as if he had come here specifically to meditate and cultivate himself.

Despite being intruders, he didn't have a trace of thievery about him.

She stopped daydreaming, and her clear, cold voice rang out in the stone chamber, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate:

"Who are you? Why have you entered this tomb?"

Upon hearing the sound, Yang Guo slowly opened his eyes, but the Qi within his body never stopped flowing.

His gaze fell upon the graceful figure in white at the doorway, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

The Yang Guo in the original novel ate far too well.

The girl in front of me looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. Her features were extremely delicate and plain, as if she had been gently sketched on rice paper with the finest wolf-hair brush dipped in morning frost.

Every stroke is just right; too much would be too bright, too little would be too bland. The whole piece is surrounded by an inescapable aloof and otherworldly air, like a fairy from the moon palace, untouched by the world's mortal affairs.

Seeing it up close now is far more breathtaking than glimpsing it from afar outside the tomb.

Yang Guo's gaze lingered for a moment longer than usual, then he composed himself and slowly spoke:

"My name is Yang Guo. I am here to enter the tomb to borrow your sect's Jade Bed. If I cause any disturbance, please forgive me."

Xiaolongnu frowned slightly upon hearing this, but did not reply.

She waited quietly for two breaths, and when she saw that the person was about to close his eyes again after speaking, his brows furrowed even more deeply.

"go out."

Her voice was flat and emotionless, devoid of anger, yet leaving no room for negotiation, as if stating an unalterable fact.

"This is not a place you should be."

Yang Guo's eyes remained closed, and he didn't even change his sitting posture.

go out?

He chuckled to himself.

If I don't cultivate this Reverse Life Triple Realm to the point where there's no more room for improvement, I'll never be able to get out of here in this lifetime.

Seeing Yang Guo standing motionless like a withered tree, Xiaolongnu felt a faint surge of anger.

This was unprecedented for her, who had been practicing ancient tomb martial arts and abstaining from all emotions and desires for many years.

"Get out! This isn't a place for you!"

She spoke again, her voice a shade deeper than before, her fingers already subtly slipping into her sleeve and grasping the end of the white silk ribbon.

Yang Guo braced himself against the edge of the bed, slowly sat up, looked up at her, and spoke with a hint of nonchalance:

"What if I don't want to go out?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the white silk ribbon in Xiaolongnu's sleeve flew out instantly, as fast as a white lightning bolt, and went straight for Yang Guo's face.

Yang Guo glanced at the white shadow that exploded in front of him and instinctively leaned back.

The white silk grazed his nose, creating a sharp gust of wind; its sharpness was no less than that of a blade, and it brushed away a few strands of hair from his forehead.

Before he could get up, Xiaolongnu flicked her wrist, and the white silk ribbon, like a serpent, spun back in the air and fell down toward his chest.

This strike was infused with the Yin-Yang internal energy of the Ancient Tomb Sect, making Ling's body as heavy as an iron rod. If it were to strike solidly, at least three or four of her ribs would be broken.

Yang Guo slapped the bed with his right palm, and using the recoil, he spun around and flew up, slipping through the gap between the white silk and the bed.

The white silk ribbon struck the cold jade bed heavily, producing a dull thud. Frost flakes flew everywhere from the jade face, leaving a faint white mark.

The Little Dragon Goddess remained calm, but she spared no effort in her attack.

The moment Yang Guo's toes touched the ground, a second white ribbon, accompanied by a gust of wind, slashed across his waist. The ribbon was taut and straight, like a gleaming longsword, poised to cleave him in two.

This time, Yang Guo no longer dodged. He stomped his toes on the ground and leaped towards the white silk.

Just as the white silk was about to reach his waist, he spun around and grabbed it with his backhand, his five fingers tightening like iron clamps, firmly gripping the side of the white silk.

The silk gauze felt cool and smooth to the touch, and the soft internal energy attached to it seemed to seep into his meridians along his fingertips, but it was gently blocked by the white energy between his skin and flesh, and then disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Xiaolongnu flicked her wrist, channeling her inner energy through the white silk ribbon, trying to break free from his grasp.

No matter how she pulled or shook the silk, the silk trembled like waves, but the other end of the white silk remained firmly in Yang Guo's hand, motionless.

The two held one end of the white silk ribbon respectively, and for a moment they were locked in a stalemate.

Xiaolongnu's gaze narrowed slightly.

She really didn't expect that the young man's strength was so great. Not only could he grab her white silk in an instant, but he could also steadily catch her internal force pulling back.

The martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect are indeed not known for their fierceness, but she has cultivated for more than ten years and her inner strength is so pure that few of her peers in the martial arts world can match her. Yet, she is now unable to do anything to a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

Seeing that the other person was holding the other end tightly with both hands and refused to let go, she suddenly spun in mid-air, the two white ribbons twisted into a braid, and her inner strength flowed continuously into the twisted ribbons.

The gentle force transformed into a spiraling, strangling motion, attempting to forcefully shake Yang Guo's fingers away.

Yang Guo immediately felt a soft yet sticky internal force surging towards him along the white silk, as if it were about to shatter his meridians and break his finger bones.

He took a light breath, and instead of letting go, he suddenly exerted force with both hands.

His ten fingers gripped the white silk tightly like iron clamps cast from refined steel, and his arms suddenly spread outwards.

The power of the dragon and tiger surged out along the meridians, and the pure Yang energy rushed back along the white silk.

The two forces collided violently, and the suspended white silk instantly tightened, becoming as straight as a string.

The delicate silk fabric made a faint "creaking" sound when stretched to its limit, a sign that the silk thread was about to break.

Xiaolongnu was in mid-air, using the momentum of her rotation to press all her internal energy onto the white silk. Her body spun faster and faster, and the strangulation force of the silk became stronger and stronger.

But the boy opposite her had his feet firmly planted on the ground, like an unshakable mountain, and no matter how much she channeled her inner strength, he remained motionless.

The stalemate lasted no more than three breaths.

With a hissing sound, the two white ribbons snapped between the two people.

The torn pieces of cloth scattered and danced in the air, drifting down like snowflakes, covering the two people.

Yang Guo stood still, his feet not moving an inch, and his upper body did not even sway.

Because Xiaolongnu was in mid-air and had nowhere to grab onto, she was pulled backward several steps by the recoil, her toes carving two shallow scratches on the ground.

Once she regained her balance, she looked down at the remaining half of the white silk in her hand. The cut was jagged, indicating that it had been torn apart by sheer force.