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

As she spoke, she bent down to examine the injury and take out medicine to treat it.

Seeing this, Yang Guo quickly raised his hand to gently stop him, his tone calm:

"Grandma, don't worry. This person is none other than Li Mochou, who betrayed the Ancient Tomb Sect."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Granny Sun's aged body swayed slightly, and the wooden cane in her hand almost slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground. Her face was filled with disbelief.

Her eyes widened, and she quickly focused her gaze, scrutinizing the distorted face in the dim light of the passageway.

After staring at it for a long time, I could barely make out a few familiar features from the swollen outline that looked like a pig's head.

For a moment, Grandma Sun was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

The scene before her eyes stirred her heart and left her utterly astonished. How could the once treacherous and ruthless Fairy Chi Lian have fallen to such a state?

Yang Guo carried her back to the Ancient Tomb as easily as picking up a chick.

It took her a long time to calm her turbulent emotions. She took a deep breath, but her voice still trembled slightly as she asked:

"Really...it really is Mo Chou! How did you run into her on your way down the mountain? And how...how did she end up like this?"

Seeing how nervous she was, Yang Guo quickly and gently comforted her:

"Grandma, don't panic. She's already unconscious and has no power to resist. Let's go back to the stone chamber first, and I'll explain the whole story to you in detail."

After saying this, he steadied Granny Sun's arm with one hand to support the old woman's body, while still holding Li Mochou with the other, and slowly walked towards the inner chamber of the ancient tomb.

Upon arriving at the stone chamber containing the Jade Bed, Yang Guo casually placed the unconscious Li Mochou on the cold stone floor.

He then sat down on a stone bench with Granny Sun and slowly recounted all his experiences after descending the mountain to her.

Grandma Sun sat quietly and listened without saying a word. Her aged eyes were filled with a deep and thoughtful expression.

After Yang Guo finished speaking, the entire Cold Jade Stone Chamber fell into a long silence.

Granny Sun lowered her eyes to look at Li Mochou, who lay stiff and lifeless on the ground. Her swollen, bluish-purple, miserable and haggard face looked especially pitiful in the dim candlelight.

Who could have imagined that the ancient tomb disciple, who was once exceptionally talented, clever, and carefully nurtured by his master, would gradually become obsessed and bloodthirsty, turning into a great demon despised and feared by everyone in the martial arts world?

Who could have imagined that the once invincible Red Serpent Fairy, who had roamed the martial world for over a decade, would be so disheveled and captured today, lying helplessly in the former land of her sect?

Grandma Sun's expression was complex and hard to describe; she was filled with mixed feelings and emotions.

Sighs, disappointment, pity, helplessness—all sorts of emotions intertwined and surged into my heart.

Yang Guo looked at Granny Sun, whose brows were furrowed, and slowly spoke, revealing his thoughts and considerations:

"Grandma, I know she was once a member of the Ancient Tomb Sect. Although she has betrayed her sect and committed many evils, she is still from the Ancient Tomb Sect and has an inextricable connection with Miss Long and the Ancient Tomb Sect."

"Her sins, karma, and punishment are all internal affairs of the Ancient Tomb Sect. As an outsider, I cannot make decisions arbitrarily. Therefore, I brought her back to the Ancient Tomb and entrusted her to Granny and Miss Long to decide on the matter and settle the sect's grievances."

Upon hearing this, Granny Sun slowly bent down and squatted down, her hunched figure landing beside Li Mochou, gazing at her silently for a long time.

After a long silence, she finally let out a long, drawn-out sigh, her aged, hoarse voice filled with the melancholy of time:

"In her early years, she was young, arrogant, and unruly. After leaving the mountain, she acted recklessly and offended a peerless master, which led to her being chased by that person until she had nowhere to go and had to flee back to Zhongnan Mountain in a sorry state."

"At that time, the old master's body was already exhausted and his days were numbered. Even though he knew that she had made many mistakes and was full of karmic debts, he still took pity on her because of their master-disciple relationship and allowed her to hide in the ancient tomb to avoid disaster for the time being."

Grandma Sun paused slightly, her gaze deep, each word etched with the weight of time:

"The old master had specifically left her a message: as long as she was willing to repent and abandon her hatred, the gates of the ancient tomb would always be open to her, and she would still be allowed to return to her ancestral home."

"But if they remain obstinate and continue to commit murder, then Miss Long will take matters into her own hands to cleanse the sect of its filth and sever all ties with the sect!"

After speaking, she slowly raised her eyes to look at Yang Guo, who was sitting quietly to the side. A profound, indescribable meaning lingered in her eyes as she softly asked:

"Young Yang, tell me, now that she's in such a wretched state, will she wake up and repent, abandoning evil and turning to good? Or will her obsession deepen, her resentment intensify, and she continue to do evil to the very end?"

Yang Guo pursed his lips, unable to answer for a moment.

He knew it in his heart.

Li Mochou's entire life was trapped by the word "love".

She became obsessed with love, resentful because of obsession, hateful because of resentment, and became a demon because of hatred, ultimately embarking on this path of no return.

How many people has she killed?

How many families has it destroyed?

Will the wronged souls of those she killed forgive her?

How can such profound karmic obstacles be resolved by a single defeat or humiliation?

Her obsession and madness, which lasted half her life, were deeply ingrained and ingrained in her very being.

Regret is so difficult to achieve.

Enlightenment is even more difficult.

The most unsolvable grudges in the world are never the battles of swords and shadows, but the obsessions and madness that trap the heart and bind the emotions.

Some questions will never have an answer.

The atmosphere inside the stone chamber suddenly became heavy and quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The chilly air rose slowly from the bluestone floor, mingling with the faint warmth of the candlelight. The interplay of light and shadow made the room feel even more somber and oppressive.

Just as this silent silence was slowly accumulating and fermenting.

Outside the doorway, in the passageway, came the very soft sound of clothes brushing against the stone.

The sound was so faint that it almost blended into the sound of the night wind passing through the cave, and ordinary people would never have been able to detect it.

However, Yang Guo had keen senses, and Granny Sun, having lived in the Ancient Tomb for a long time, was equally calm and composed.

Both of them turned around at the sound and looked towards the stone chamber door.

A figure in pure white stood silently at the boundary between the shadows of the stone gate.

Her figure was aloof and elegant, her white clothes were as pure as snow and spotless, and her black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look like a fairy in the moon palace. Her brows exuded a sense of detachment and otherworldly aloofness.

Little Dragon Girl stood by the door, her clear, cold eyes calmly scanning the interior of the stone room.

Her gaze first swept over the unconscious Li Mochou on the ground and Granny Sun beside her, then quietly settled on Yang Guo not far away.

After a long silence.

Xiaolongnu parted her cherry lips slightly, her voice calm and clear, gently breaking the silence of the room:

"You brought her back? Who is she?"

The voice was soft and clear, and had not yet dissipated.

Before Yang Guo could even reply, Granny Sun, who was kneeling down to the side, let out a long sigh.

Her aged, hoarse voice echoed slowly in the stone chamber, carrying endless sighs and a sense of vicissitude:

"Miss Long, it's Li Mochou..."