The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

Yang Guo held Huang Rong in his arms.

"Husband, the Shaolin Temple is known for its unethical practices. If you hadn't already obtained the Nine Yang Divine Skill, you probably wouldn't have been able to stay afloat in the river."

"Then why don't you say that the Nine Yang Manual originated from Shaolin, and that a single sip or bite can determine the cause and effect?"

Huang Rong did indeed wrinkle her delicate nose and raise the corner of her eye.

"My lord, martial arts have never truly belonged to anyone. As you say, the Nine Yang Manual has been hidden for a long time. If it weren't for you, my lord, this divine skill would likely have remained hidden for who knows how long. Since you insist on determining cause and effect, then all the causes have already destined it for you to obtain. So how can you claim to owe Shaolin a fruit?"

Looking at the sharp-tongued and stunningly beautiful woman, Yang Guo subtly dispelled any notion he owed Shaolin a favor.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion: "Yes, Rong'er is right. Then we'll do as you say and forgive Shaolin."

"What name does my husband intend to adopt?"

"Let's call it the Limitless Sword Vein."

Huang Rong was slightly taken aback. A sword!

Huang Rong then realized that this little man had quite a big ambition.

Huang Rong raised her alluring eyes in his arms, looking at the young man's profile.

His jawline resembled the outline of distant mountains, both distinct and subtly gentle, exuding the charm of a gentleman.

Huang Rong became very infatuated with him.

She wanted to kiss him again.

"It's been a whole night, and they're still so affectionate?"

The sharp sound interrupted Huang Rong's actions, followed by a wave of jealousy that filled the tomb.

After a fierce battle all night, Huang Rong was defeated. Didn't you see how easily she now calls him "husband"? So she confessed everything.

Yang Guo naturally knew the cause and effect of the woman's crazy behavior last night.

Huang Rong said they were leaving, intending to keep it from him, since they were reluctant to part with them, and he was reluctant to part with them either, so it was better to just leave directly.

However, after the two women discussed it, it was Huang Rong who changed her mind in the end.

She had just met her lover, but before she could even touch his bed, she had to leave. If she didn't leave, she would have to endure her lover spending the night with another woman.

She was unwilling, so the two women agreed that one of them would come to say goodbye one night.

Li Mochou naturally agreed happily and didn't care who went first.

But as soon as it got light, Li Mochou couldn't hold back any longer.

Why is Huang Rong so oblivious, clinging to him for so long?

So she came, and who knew the two of them would be all lovey-dovey together.

Especially seeing that woman who was so domineering towards him now nestled in his arms like a little bird, gazing at him longingly.

She was extremely jealous and broke down the door.

Huang Rong stood up lazily, stretched (even though she hadn't slept much), and showed off her figure without any restraint.

Her shapely figure speaks for itself.

She was already naturally alluring, but at this moment she exuded even more charm.

Li Mochou's eyelids twitched as she shook.

Is she showing off that she's completely marked by him?

Not to be outdone, Li Mochou glanced indifferently at Huang Rong's chest, her disdain palpable.

Huang Rong's smiling expression froze instantly.

She turned around and glared angrily at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo watched the two women's silent exchange, speechless.

What does this have to do with him!

You can't say you like both big and small, can you?

Li Mochou also glanced at her sideways.

Yang Guo was utterly bewildered, and said tremblingly, "Proportionality, proportion is the most important thing. Yes, proportion is the most important thing."

Yang Guo hurriedly ran out of the ancient tomb.

Before I even got there, I saw a young Taoist priest approaching.

Yang Guo looked closely and realized it was this small path.

Yang Guo walked towards them.

Qingming, bearing a heavy responsibility, unknowingly became the mouthpiece of the Taoist sect.

His masters would often ask him to deliver messages.

Here comes a message—the Quanzhen Sect cordially invites fellow practitioners to return to the mountain gate in three days for the junior disciples of the Zhongshen Sect who have closed their doors to divine power.

Yang Guo stared at Qingming with a bewildered expression. Wang Chongyang even had junior disciples?

The young Taoist priest's face stiffened. Yang Guo was clearly gentle, refined, and elegant, but he was still very afraid.

"Young hero, why don't you take another look at the small print in the bottom right corner of that invitation?"

Yang Guo looked at him in confusion.

He instantly looked up and stared at Qingming.

Qingming knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Master, this...this wasn't my idea! Please don't call me out!"

Yang Guo looked at him speechlessly and waved his hand.

I felt as if I had been granted a pardon during the Qingming Festival, and I ran away in a flash.

Yang Guo looked again at the small characters in the right corner: "Together witnessing the ceremony of my disciple Cheng Yaojia's marriage proposal."

Yang Guo wasn't stupid; it was obvious that the Quanzhen Sect was inviting him.

The small character was actually written under the name of Sun Bu'er.

Cheng Yaojia was just a lay disciple. If it weren't for Sun Bu'er regarding her as his daughter, the Quanzhen Sect wouldn't even know her name was Cheng Yaojia.

The key point is that your great sect, with such a grand ceremony, actually managed to squeeze in a mere ceremony for a third-generation lay disciple seeking a son-in-law.

It's clearly a mishmash of styles.

Has the Quanzhen Sect lost all shame?

Yang Guo suspects that Cheng Yaojia is no longer with the Quanzhen Sect.

Qingming happily ran back to the main hall.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen sat upright in the main hall.

Qingming dared not breathe loudly, bowed his head as he entered, and greeted, "Esteemed Grandmasters, the invitation has been delivered to Yang Guo."

Ma Yu's voice, steady yet tinged with urgency, asked, "How so?"

Qingming replied, "He will definitely come."

The sons were overjoyed and said, "Good!"

Hao Datong beamed, "Senior Brother Wang is truly a master at coming up with ideas. This way, Yang Guo won't dare to vent his anger. I don't believe he would take it out on Senior Sister Sun, who is as close to him as a mother-in-law."

Upon hearing this, Sun Bu'er suddenly raised her eyes and glared at Hao Datong.

Wang Chuyi, who was sitting next to him, shuddered and ran away quickly.

However, a slender female Taoist priest, exuding a refined air, chased after them carrying a sword.

Meanwhile, a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in purple was sitting in a tightly locked inner room, looking completely bewildered.

She rushed to the Quanzhen Sect to see her master, but before she could even exchange a few words, her long-unseen master pulled her into a room and angrily scolded her: "Cheng Yaojia, you've grown wings! Such a big thing happened, and you only informed your master afterwards. You've got some nerve!"

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yaojia asked instinctively, puzzled.

Sun Bu'er, who had been feigning anger, suddenly became genuinely furious.

"I won't go into the matter of your divorce from Lu Guanying; if you don't like it, that's fine. But what happened to Yang Guo later?"

Cheng Yaojia's face lit up instantly: "Master, is my husband really in the Quanzhen Sect?"

Sun Bu'er's face darkened.

Cheng Yaojia, oblivious to her master's expression, continued, "Master, isn't my husband outstanding? Were you frightened by him? Isn't he handsome? Isn't he a celestial being?"

Sun Bu'er tapped her on the forehead with one finger.

Cheng Yaojia squatted down in pain, looking up at her master in confusion.

"Your son-in-law selection ceremony is in three days. You are not allowed to go anywhere for these three days. Stay obediently in your room!"

Cheng Yaojia stared wide-eyed at her master.

These are such vulgar and offensive words; she wouldn't even recognize them when put together.

Her grand ceremony for choosing a husband?

"Master! Master! What's going on? Why are you locking the door too? Do all elders like to lock the door so much?"

Cheng Yaojia stared speechlessly at the tightly locked door.

She had just been locked at home for a long time, and it took a lot of persuasion to convince her father to allow her to go out.

Although she ran away secretly, she knew that without her father's permission, she could not have left the manor.

But she didn't come here just to find another place to be locked up!