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

Sun Bu'er's eyes widened in disbelief.

Li Mochou is a top-notch villain in the martial arts world. Even if Senior Brother Changchun personally took action, he might not be able to suppress her completely. Yet someone managed to capture her alive.

Seeing her face full of surprise and doubt, Wang Zhengsong slowly recounted Yang Guo's astonishing skills in suddenly appearing, deflecting the needle with a flick of his finger, crushing the demon with a palm strike, and overwhelming Li Mochou.

Upon hearing this, Sun Bu'er breathed a slight sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. However, doubts quickly returned, and she frowned, pressing for an answer:

"Li Mochou's martial arts are unpredictable and her ferocity is untamable. Ordinary masters would never be able to subdue her easily. May I ask which master made the move? Would Master Wang be so kind as to tell me their background?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhensong felt a growing sense of unease.

Yang came and went in a hurry, suddenly disappearing into the distance, clearly not wanting to reveal his whereabouts.

If I were to recklessly reveal Yang Guo's physical characteristics, wouldn't that expose my benefactor's whereabouts and betray his kindness in saving me?

Sun Bu'er's sharp gaze caught the hesitation in his eyes, and a few doubts arose in her heart. She immediately softened her tone and explained gently:

"Master Wang need not worry. I am not deliberately looking for the whereabouts of a master. It's just that a bloody incident occurred behind Zhongnan Mountain a month ago, which I'm sure you've heard about."

"This old case remains unsolved, and it is also related to the cause of death of our sect's disciple. Now, all the clues point to an outside martial arts master. I have my doubts and only want to confirm a few things. I have no other intentions."

She paused briefly, her gaze intense, and asked directly:

"I wonder if that master's appearance just now resembled 'Western Poison' Ouyang Feng? Or 'Iron Palm' Qiu Qianren?"

Upon hearing the names of these two unparalleled masters, Wang Zhengsong was completely relieved and immediately shook his head, his tone resolute:

"It is definitely not these two. That master has white hair and snow-white eyebrows, and looks young. He looks no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, but his master's demeanor is extraordinary and his style is unparalleled. He must be a grandmaster who possesses the secret of preserving youth and lives in seclusion in the deep mountains. He is definitely not comparable to the likes of Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren."

Upon hearing this, Sun Bu'er's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

As long as it's not a heinous villain like Ouyang Feng or Qiu Qianren who wreaks havoc on the martial arts world, there's no need to worry about chaos in Zhongnan Mountain.

As for the mysterious figure with white hair, snow-white eyebrows, and youthful appearance mentioned by the other party, Sun Bu'er searched through all the martial arts figures he knew, but could not find any corresponding impression, so he simply assumed that he was a hermit who had retreated to the mountains and forests.

But being cautious, she immediately pressed on with further questions:

"Where did that master go after capturing Li Mochou?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhengsong's expression turned completely cold, and his tone became increasingly distant:

"Master Sun, I really have no way to answer that question. That senior's movements were extraordinary, covering thousands of miles in an instant. He disappeared into the deep mountains and sea of ​​clouds in just a few leaps. How could we ordinary mortals possibly see where he went?"

His tone already implied displeasure.

Sun Bu'er, a Taoist master, relentlessly pressed for answers, completely disregarding his benefactor's desire to live in seclusion. He truly lacked any sense of propriety.

Sun Bu'er was incredibly perceptive; she instantly sensed the distance and displeasure in his tone, realizing that she had indeed asked too many questions and lost her composure.

Although she still harbored many doubts, she couldn't press the matter further and had no choice but to give up.

"I apologize for my rudeness. Master Wang's injuries are quite serious. It would be best if he returned to the manor to recuperate as soon as possible. I will not disturb you any longer and will take my leave now."

After saying that, she turned around and led a group of Quanzhen disciples away in a hurry, following the way they had come. Her figure in the blue Taoist robe quickly disappeared at the end of the forest path.

Wang Zhengsong watched the group depart, sighed softly, and turned to his guards, giving them a stern order:

"Everyone, pack up your weapons, properly collect the remains of the two fallen brothers, and set off immediately to return to Fanchuan Villa."

The guards responded in unison and began cleaning up the mess.

Only Wang Qingyuan stood still, motionless for a long time.

She continued to gaze blankly at the deep, dense forest, a strange longing lingering in her eyes. The figure in gray robes, like an immortal being, remained in her mind.

Wang Zhengsong, seeing through his daughter's thoughts, slowly stepped forward, gently patted her shoulder, and said softly:

"Qingyuan, let's go."

Wang Qingyuan suddenly came to her senses, nodded slightly in response, and silently followed her father down the mountain.

After walking a few steps, she couldn't help but turn back again—the forest was empty and desolate, the cold wind whistled through the branches, the leaves rustled, and there was no sound.

It was as if the earth-shattering rescue and that aloof and ethereal figure were nothing more than a fleeting dream in her life.

……

Meanwhile, deep in the dense forests of Zhongnan Mountain.

Yang Guo, carrying the unconscious Li Mochou, moved swiftly between the deep mountains and cliffs.

His dual structure is solid, and his movements are becoming increasingly ethereal, graceful, and masterful.

Each step he took covered several meters, his gray robe fluttering in the wind as he traversed between ancient trees and cliffs, swift as a startled swan and light as a flowing cloud.

Li Mochou's delicate body leaned softly against his arm, her limbs limp and hanging limply to the ground. She was completely unconscious, like a puppet with its strings cut, docile and silent.

After traversing dense forest paths, crossing mountain ridges, and bypassing several steep cliffs, we finally arrived at the stone gate of the ancient tomb in no time.

Following the method taught by Granny Sun that morning, Yang Guo found the hidden protrusion on the stone wall.

Rotate half a circle to the left, then one circle to the right, and press three times...

Rumbling--

A dull, heavy sound of a stone axle turning slowly rose up, and the sealed, heavy stone door gradually opened outward, revealing a dark and narrow passageway.

Yang Guo gracefully entered, and the stone door followed closely behind, slowly closing and instantly shutting out the outside world's light, wind, and hustle and bustle.

The passageway still retained that perpetually chilling atmosphere and pitch-black darkness.

Yang Guo, with Li Mochou in his arms, slowly walked inside. The soft sound of their toes landing echoed in the empty passageway, adding to the deep and deathly silence of the ancient tomb.

Before he even reached the inner room, a hunched and frail old figure walked right towards him; it was none other than Granny Sun, who had been waiting for him.

When Granny Sun saw Yang Guo return safely, the heavy weight in her heart was lifted, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

But as her gaze moved downwards and she saw the woman he had his arm around, her expression froze, her face filled with surprise and doubt.

The woman was covered in dust and blood, her robes were torn and tattered, her hair was disheveled like straw, and most of her face was obscured by her black hair.

Both of her cheeks were swollen and bluish-purple, and there were dried bloodstains at the corners of her mouth. Her facial features were unrecognizable, and it was impossible to tell what she originally looked like.

Grandma Sun quickly stepped forward, leaning on her wooden cane, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt, and hurriedly asked:

"Who did you bring back from outside? How did you get so badly injured? Did you meet some wandering swordsmen on the road? Granny, I have some medicine here. Put it down quickly and let me treat her."