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

The aloof and distant voice of Little Dragon Girl lingered in everyone's ears.

Upon hearing the sound, Wang Qingyuan slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the stone gate.

At that glance, her heart skipped a beat, her pupils narrowed slightly. The woman before her was stunningly beautiful, with an elegant figure and an aura of ethereal coldness, untouched by worldly affairs.

This involuntarily reminded her of that equally ethereal figure from that day, and she secretly became certain in her heart:

Since there is such a fairy-like figure here, it seems I have found the right place. The white-haired gentleman must reside here.

Wang Qingyuan quickly concealed the astonishment in her eyes. Having been well-versed in etiquette since childhood, she straightened her blue lotus-patterned skirt and mink cloak.

She then stepped forward, her demeanor dignified, and with a graceful bow, began to speak:

"Sister, my name is Wang Qingyuan..."

Before she could finish speaking, a deep, aged voice echoed from the dark passageway, abruptly cutting her off:

"Why did you come out in person, young lady? Leave these Taoist priests to this old woman. You should go back to the tomb and rest."

As soon as the voice faded, Granny Sun, leaning on her wooden cane, arrived beside Little Dragon Girl.

Hearing the sound, Xiaolongnu turned around, her cool gaze sweeping over Granny Sun who had rushed over, then glancing indifferently at Yang Guo a few steps behind her, and gently shaking her head:

"Grandma, the person who came is not a Taoist priest."

Granny Sun looked puzzled upon hearing this, as she had initially thought it was the old Taoist priest from Quanzhen Sect who had come to cause trouble again.

If he is not a Quanzhen Taoist, then who is he?

She quickly stepped forward, peering through the crack in the door to get a closer look.

Outside the gate of the ancient tomb stood a beautiful young woman in brocade robes, with a graceful figure and noble bearing.

The girl was followed by a maid and three or four guards in tight-fitting clothes, who stood at attention with their hands at their sides, on high alert. They were indeed not the real Taoist priest.

Granny Sun frowned slightly and asked Wang Qingyuan, who was in the lead:

"Young lady, who are you? It's getting dark, and you've brought so many people to the ancient tomb. What brings you here?"

Upon hearing this question, Wang Qingyuan bowed gracefully again, her voice clear and melodious:

"This humble woman greets you, senior. I am Wang Qingyuan, daughter of the Wang family of Luoyang. I have come here today to seek out a young master and to express my gratitude for saving my life two days ago."

Upon hearing this, Granny Sun raised an eyebrow slightly but did not reply.

Upon hearing the word "Young Master," her gaze naturally shifted backward and landed on Yang Guo, who was walking slowly towards her, a hint of understanding in her eyes.

Just then, Yang Guo strode to the entrance of the ancient tomb and stood still.

At that moment, Wang Qingyuan looked up and the image of her rescuing him in the forest that day instantly filled his mind.

All the longing and anticipation that had been building up in her heart surged up, and an undisguised joy instantly spread across her beautiful face.

She dared not be negligent, and bowed again after her previous greeting, offering a solemn salute, her voice as clear and melodious as a nightingale's:

"Qingyuan greets you, young master. I apologize for the intrusion and disturbance caused to your peaceful cultivation. I hope you will forgive me."

Yang Guo recognized at a glance that the beautiful young woman in front of him was the Wang family's daughter whom he had rescued from Li Mochou two days ago.

He pondered to himself: How did this woman find the ancient tomb? And how did she know I was here?

But he remained outwardly calm and spoke in a gentle tone:

"So it's Miss Wang. It's been a few days since we last met. I'm so glad you've made a special trip to visit me today."

Wang Qingyuan straightened up and respectfully held up the sandalwood brocade box in her arms. The box was exquisitely carved and had a warm luster, making it clear at a glance that it was a carefully prepared and valuable gift of gratitude.

She offered her hands, her expression earnest:

"Young master is too kind. If it weren't for your help the other day, Qingyuan would have already died from that female demon's silver needles. I have no way to repay this kindness."

"I have come today with this small gift to express my sincere gratitude; I hope you will accept it with a smile."

Yang Guo glanced down at the exquisite brocade box, but did not immediately take it. Instead, he asked calmly:

"Miss Wang, you're too kind. It was nothing more than a small favor the other day, nothing to mention."

"However, I am somewhat curious... how did you, a young lady living in a town, know that I lived here?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qingyuan assumed that his unannounced visit had disturbed the other man's meditation, thus displeasing him.

Her heart tightened immediately, and she hurriedly explained:

"Please forgive me, young master! It was Qingyuan who was abrupt and rash, disturbing your peaceful cultivation. Qingyuan will leave now, will leave now..."

After saying that, he turned to leave, looking bewildered.

Seeing her helpless and anxious appearance, Yang Guo knew that she had misunderstood him.

His tone immediately softened, and he said in a gentler voice:

"There's no need for you to apologize, young lady. I didn't mean to blame you; I was just asking out of curiosity."

His gentle words of comfort eased Wang Qingyuan's anxiety, and she lowered her head to reply softly:

"Yes...this afternoon, a disciple of Quanzhen Sect came to the Prince's Mansion to report and claim a reward, saying that there is a white-haired eccentric I am looking for in the ancient tomb in Zhongnan Mountain."

"Upon hearing this, Qingyuan thought of the young master and thus took the liberty of climbing the mountain to find him."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo understood and secretly kept some thoughts to himself.

It turned out that the news of his residence in the ancient tomb had already been spread by the Quanzhen disciples.

Although he knew his real name and background, the fact that he was hiding in the ancient tomb was probably no longer a secret.

There may be many troubles in the future, so we need to be more vigilant.

Wang Qingyuan carefully observed his expression and saw that he was calm and composed, without any sign of anger, which put her mind at ease.

She presented the brocade box again with both hands, stepping forward step by step, her tone becoming increasingly earnest and persistent:

"It is indeed Qingyuan's presumptuousness to visit today, but if you refuse this gift, I will feel uneasy. I hope you will grant my request."

The evening breeze stirred the strands of hair at her temples, and her delicate hands trembled slightly from holding the brocade box aloft for so long. Her eyes were full of sincerity and earnestness, without a trace of the arrogance of a young lady from a noble family.

Seeing that she was determined, Yang Guo realized that his repeated refusals would only make him seem pretentious.

He then reached out and took the brocade box, saying gently:

"Since Miss Wang is so sincere, I am unworthy of such a gift. Thank you for your generosity."

When Wang Qingyuan saw that he had finally accepted the gift, a joyful smile immediately bloomed on her face, her eyebrows and eyes curving like a new moon, her heart filled with happiness.

However, she did not leave immediately. Instead, she remained standing there, her expression slightly hesitant. Then, she mustered her courage and asked softly:

"Qingyuan has another matter to ask... That day, you left in such a hurry that I didn't have a chance to ask your name. Today, I dare to..."

Before she could finish speaking, a slight rustling of clothes came from beside Yang Guo.

Yang Guo felt a slight unease. He glanced to the side and saw that Xiaolongnu, who had been standing quietly to the side, had turned around and walked into the dark passageway.

Her steps were several times faster than usual, and before anyone could react, she had already disappeared into the shadows around the corner, without ever looking back.