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

Ouyang Feng's sharp claws stopped in mid-air, his turbid eyes churning with a hundred thoughts.

His gaze was fixed on the boy's face, his brows furrowed, as he carefully discerned the blurry old figure before him.

The images of Yang Kang, Ouyang Ke, and the boy before him overlapped and merged in his confused thoughts, making them difficult to distinguish.

He made a gurgling sound in his throat, like a trapped beast whimpering softly, and then suddenly shook his head, his disheveled and dry hair falling like withered grass in the wind.

"It wasn't Yang Kang..."

He made low gurgling sounds in his throat, his tone rising and falling.

"It's Ke'er... Yes! It must be Ke'er! Ke'er is not dead; everyone has been deceiving me!"

His voice suddenly rose, and his expression became dazed and confused.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Yang Guo took half a step forward to greet him.

She raised her hand to gently touch the other person's hand that was gripping hers. That hand was withered and thin, with calluses and scars on the knuckles, and it was trembling slightly at the moment.

"Uncle, look closely, I am your Ke'er. Now that Ke'er has returned, I can serve you well from now on."

Yang Guo gently coaxed him, as if comforting a lost and dejected person, but in his heart he only hoped that Guo Jing would appear soon, and he didn't know how much longer he could delay.

Ouyang Feng tilted his head, his dim eyes scanning Yang Guo's face back and forth. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Ke'er..."

He managed to squeeze out two words, his voice suddenly becoming hoarse.

You've lost weight.

Yang Guo's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"Nothing compares to the peace and happiness I feel by my uncle's side. I've been thinking of you day and night all these years."

Yang Guo answered naturally, his words carrying a touch of melancholy.

Ouyang Feng's eyes were red, and his hand, which had been suspended in mid-air, slowly fell down.

Instead of using any sharp moves, he clumsily stroked Yang Guo's head.

The palms were rough like whetstones, yet when they touched the top of the head, they were incredibly gentle, as if handling a fragile treasure.

"It's good that you're back."

The four words were spoken in a light, calm tone, devoid of the ruthlessness of the Western Poison, like those of an ordinary old man waiting for his wanderer to return home.

Looking at the other person's reddened eyes, Yang Guo sighed inwardly at the relentless passage of time, thinking:

"When a person gets old, everything they do becomes heartbreaking."

Deep down, however, there was not a shred of pity. This man was ruthless when he was lucid, and I would never dare to gamble my life on his nature.

"Uncle, please rest for a moment."

Yang Guo patted the back of his hand gently, his tone affectionate.

"After years of wandering, I am finally reunited with you, Uncle. I will tell you everything I have done and seen along the way."

"Very well, my good nephew, tell your uncle everything. If anyone in the martial world dares to bully you, your uncle will definitely stand up for you and seek justice."

After saying this, Ouyang Feng slowly released his grip on Yang Guo's hand, and a kind expression appeared on his face that was completely different from his usual fierceness.

Yang Guo looked at Ouyang Feng in front of him and casually made up some stories from his previous life.

Hearing the other person's amazement and high spirits, he clapped his hands in admiration.

As he spoke, he kept an eye on the alleyway from the corner of his eye.

Before long, one of the beggars who had been waiting at the street corner quickly returned and whispered a few words to his companion.

Yang Guo felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart, knowing that reinforcements would arrive in the blink of an eye.

Then, a deep shout came from the alley entrance!

"Mr. Ouyang!"

Guo Jing strode into the alley.

He was strong and robust, with a calm and extraordinary demeanor. Every step he took on the bluestone made a heavy, muffled sound.

Huang Rong and Ke Zhen'e followed closely behind.

Ouyang Feng ignored the shouts behind him and did not turn around at all.

He kept muttering to himself the fabricated words Yang Guo had just spoken:

"Ke'er, is the Nine Yang Divine Skill you spoke of truly as miraculous as it seems? Who is this Zhang Wuji, and how could his skills be so formidable? Why has my uncle never heard of him before..."

Until Guo Jing's palm strike was close at hand.

The powerful palm strike was like a surging tide, and the fierce and unparalleled force carried the sound of dragons roaring, directly attacking Ouyang Feng's back.

This palm strike appears domineering and fierce, but it actually contains the softening techniques of the Nine Yin Manual.

Halfway through the palm strike, the force shifted from hard to soft, completely locking down any space for dodging to the left or right.

Ouyang Feng suddenly became alert and jolted awake.

Release Yang Guo, turn around and strike with both palms simultaneously.

This person practices the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, causing his meridians to flow in reverse, resulting in unpredictable and erratic internal energy circulation.

When an ordinary martial artist exerts force, their true energy originates from the dantian, travels along the Du meridian past the Jianjing point, and flows through the arm.

His true energy, however, emanated from the soles of his feet, flowing upwards along the Ren meridian and rushing straight to his palms.

The two forces, one positive and one negative, collided violently, causing several cracks to appear in the brick walls on both sides of the alley, with broken bricks and tiles falling down in a flurry.

Ouyang Feng flipped several times and then did a handstand, supporting himself on one hand.

He landed on a stone bench by the alley, tilting his head to examine the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and broad eyes in front of him.

His cloudy eyes held no joy at the thought of meeting an old friend, only annoyance at having his good time interrupted.

"Who are you? Why are you disturbing my uncle's good time!"

The joy of the uncle and nephew's reunion was shattered by a single palm strike, and Ouyang Feng's voice was fierce.

Guo Jing, who was standing at the alley entrance, saw it clearly: Ouyang Feng stood in front of Yang Guo, his expression shifting between joy and anger, fearing for the young man's safety, which is why he intervened.

Although this old poisoner was delirious, his martial arts skills remained unfathomable.

"Mr. Ouyang, Jiaxing is not within the territory of Baituo Mountain. You injured the patrolling soldiers, damaged a civilian pharmacy, and took a child with you. I, Guo, cannot stand idly by."

Guo Jing spoke in a deep voice.

"What Mr. Ouyang? Who calls me Mr. Ouyang? Could it be me? Who are you? Do you know my name? Tell me your real name at once!"

Ouyang Feng clutched his head and shouted fiercely.

Huang Rong's gaze swept over Ouyang Feng, a faint smile playing on her lips.

She had already seen through it all; the old poisoner was now completely out of his mind, unable to recognize anyone, and had even forgotten his own origins.

She took half a step forward, her tone light and cheerful, as if teasing a child:

"Oh dear, who is it? It's none other than Ouyang Dashan, Jing-gege's old nemesis. Why are you dressed so raggedly, and why do you prefer to walk upside down?"

"A defeated opponent?"

Ouyang Feng was taken aback, then his anger flared up.

"Bullshit!! I am the best in the world!"

"Number one in the world? Looking at your mad appearance, how could anyone be number one in the world like you?"

Huang Rong feigned surprise and deliberately provoked him with her words:

"Besides, you have been repeatedly defeated by masters such as Brother Jing, Wang Chongyang, Hong Qigong, Master Yideng, Zhou Botong, and my father. I think it would be more appropriate to call you the worst in the world."

"You—" Ouyang Feng trembled with rage.

At this moment, Ke Zhen'e slammed his iron staff heavily onto the ground, and the bluestone floor tiles immediately cracked.

He was blind and could not see what Ouyang Feng looked like at that moment. But the deep-seated hatred of decades had already been etched into his very bones.

He was consumed by hatred for the death of his elder brother Ke Bixie, the pain of losing his own eyes to poison, and the many fellow martial artists who had perished at the hands of Ouyang Feng.

These accounts, one by one, have been vividly etched in my mind for decades.

In his rage, he shouted:

"Ouyang Feng, you old poisoner, did you ever imagine this day would come!"

"When you poisoned me and blinded me at White Camel Mountain, did you ever foresee this mad, wretched, and indistinguishable-from-human state?"

"What goes around comes around, and retribution is inevitable!"

"How dare they commit such atrocities in Jiaxing City today!"

"Jing'er, Rong'er, no need to waste words with him. The three of us will capture him on the spot today! We will avenge the blood debt of our fallen brothers!"

As soon as Ke Zhen finished speaking, he swung his iron staff and used the Demon-Subduing Staff Technique to attack Ouyang Feng.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong followed closely, intently watching each other's every move.