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

"Yang Guo, you bastard, you heartbreaker, you heartbreaker!"

A bright and beautiful young girl, carrying a sword, aimlessly slashed at the roadside weeds, the blade severing the grass stems at the root.

Her movements were chaotic, but her hands were incredibly strong, as if these innocent weeds were women she wanted to cut down with her own hands.

"Shameless! You already have Aunt Cheng, and you're still trying to seduce my mother's junior sister. Ah, ah! No way, I need to find my grandfather."

Yes, yes.

Guo Fu's eyes lit up.

She's really confused.

She would find her maternal grandfather, ask him to take care of her mother and junior aunt, and then betroth herself to Yang Guo.

Wouldn't that solve the problem once and for all?

After Guo Fu found out how to resolve her mother's situation, she couldn't wait to go back. Of course, she was actually worried that the two of them might cause trouble.

In that case, she would be tempted to castrate Yang Guo.

But this bastard still hasn't come looking for her, so should she go back by herself?

The girl stormed off in a huff, and then he slunk back home—how embarrassing!

"Tsk tsk, what a lucky girl to find here!"

Guo Fu was startled and quickly held her sword horizontally in front of her, shouting, "Who goes there? Show yourself!"

Two figures were reflected in the shadows of the trees beside the official road in the distance.

"After traveling for several days, it's time to satisfy my cravings."

The one who spoke was a man in black robes, whose only feature was his lewd eyes, otherwise shrouded in darkness.

"Batwing, I'll say it again, don't cause trouble."

"Zhao Shi, it's none of your business!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bat spread its wings and was in front of Guo Fu in the blink of an eye.

The girl was terrified and thrust out her sword, aiming straight for the bat's eyes.

"Hehe, quick reaction, too bad... it's useless."

Batwing took two quick steps and was already beside the girl. He grabbed her left shoulder and threw her to the ground.

"You dare touch me! My father is Guo Jing, and my mother is Huang Rong."

Batwing raised an eyebrow and said with a wicked smile, "I've heard that Chief Huang of the Beggars' Sect is the most beautiful woman in the world, but we've never had the chance to meet her. Now it seems it's true. Her daughter is so beautiful, and Huang Rong is even more desirable. Let's start by having some fun with her daughter today, and then we can enjoy ourselves with her another day."

The bat wings were closing in on him.

A figure blocked his way: "Batwing, I told you, there can be no trouble along the way."

Zhao Shi glanced at the bat wings with disgust.

"Your mouth is so bland, if you won't give her any meat today, then you'll have to take her place." Batwing dodged Zhao Shi and caught up with Guo Fu, who was running away.

With a flick of his wrist, the hidden weapon shot out swiftly.

The girl felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind, but she was in a panic and her steps were unsteady. She was unable to dodge and could only dart to the sides, but it was too late.

She was struck directly in the back and stood frozen in place.

"You shameless lecher, if you dare touch me, my parents will never let you get away with this!"

The young girl turned pale, her eyes darting around anxiously as she watched the man in black robes approach with a lewd grin.

"You bastard Yang Guo! Where are you, Yang Guo! If you don't come soon, someone will kidnap me!" the girl shouted anxiously.

"Wait!" Zhao Shi, who was still hesitating, suddenly swung his sword to deflect the bat's wings.

"Zhao Shi, you're asking for it! I've tolerated you all this way."

The bat wings were powerful, and the dragon claw technique almost struck the woman.

Batwing glanced at Zhao Shi, who was standing in front of Guo Fu, and smiled, "How about this, you go first? I can come later too."

"Is this alright now?"

He responded with a sword strike.

His swordsmanship was fierce, with every move a deadly strike.

Batwing stared blankly at Zhao Shi, who had suddenly made his move. If it weren't for his superior agility, he would probably have been stabbed.

"You, surnamed Zhao, do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"

Two points of cold light shone through the wide sleeves of the bat-wing-shaped garment.

"You can't touch her!"

Zhao Shi was on high alert, knowing that this devil was about to make a move.

But the next second he sheathed his sword and stood still.

Batwing was delighted, thinking that this wooden stake-like person had learned to turn corners?

But in that instant, he clearly felt something lurking behind him—not a gaze, not a breath, but something heavier and colder, like a beast holding its breath.

Yet he still sensed a violent, scorching aura emanating from it, burning deep within his soul.

He dared not move, not even lift a finger, as if the slightest movement would engulf him in the blazing sun.

The white-clad youth appeared silently under the moonlight.

The bat wings that watch silently.

Zhao Shi felt the same way. Although he had not harmed the girl, he did not think that moving at this time was a wise choice.

Yang Guo felt something was off; the man in black robes seemed strange to him.

"You touched her?"

The voice was neither joyful nor sorrowful, as if it came from heaven.

Batwing was in complete disarray: Impossible, impossible, who is he? Who is he!

Yang Guo slowly walked up to the bat wings.

Only then did Batwing realize who it was—but after just one glance, he abruptly lowered his head, his eyes wide open, blood vessels bursting forth and winding down the corners of his eyes.

Yang Guo raised his hand and gently pulled, dislocating Bat Wing's right arm. Before he could scream, his other hand had already reached for his left shoulder.

Get moving. Get moving.

A deep roar rolled from the bat's throat, and its legs, which seemed to be filled with molten iron, actually moved. Afterimages exploded one after another, and when its body settled, it was already ten feet away.

But to his horror, he discovered that the boy was gone.

"Is it fun?"

The voice seemed to emanate from the depths of hell, each word biting into his spine, sending shivers down his spine as if he were falling into an icy abyss.

"You are... Yang Guo? The one from the Quanzhen Sect?"

Batwing frantically used his lightness skill, his figure becoming a wisp of smoke—but Yang Guo, like a ghost, always stayed a foot behind him, neither too close nor too far, following him like a shadow.

That hand was slowly, inch by inch, reaching for his intact left arm.

Batwing frantically dodged, leaped, and twisted, but he couldn't shake off the shadow behind him. He could only watch helplessly as the hand slowly approached, as if watching his life being taken away bit by bit.

"No... I didn't touch her, I didn't touch her with this hand!" His voice was almost pleading, his legs trembling like a leaf, his knees nearly buckling. "Please, spare my life—"

"It's too late."

Yang Guo extended his palm.

"Young master, please spare his life." An unexpected voice rang out.

In the distance, a person was seen kneeling, pleading for the bat wing.

It was Zhao Shi.

Yang Guo looked at him, and although he was surprised by his actions, his expression softened slightly.

After all, without this person's interference, the girl wouldn't have been completely deprived.

Yang Guo knew that he could not tolerate even the slightest words or physical contact with the girl.

Love hates the light, and so does hatred.

If she likes it, it's all yours.

If you are not happy, then go and die.

Yang Guo lightly touched the ground with his toes twice, and the bat wings could no longer stand and knelt down.

He glanced at the bat-winged man's chest again, a hint of doubt flashing across his face, which he quickly suppressed.

First, apply pressure to the acupoints to control the situation.

After all, it was Guo Fu's benefactor who pleaded for him, so he couldn't ignore it.

Of course, he was even more curious about what was going on with this person kneeling down and begging for mercy!

Yang Guo stepped forward and released the girl's pressure points.

Without a word, the girl, her face grim, picked up her sword and prepared to kill Batwing.

Yang Guo knew she was upset. She had just met her junior sister, whom she wanted to befriend, and now she had been harassed by a villain.

She couldn't stand it anymore.

"Fu'er, Fu'er, thank you for your benefactor."

Yang Guo stopped the girl who wanted to run away.

The girl turned her head and glared angrily.

"obedient."

Yang Guo held her in his arms.

The girl squirmed for a moment, but still couldn't open her arms; she wanted to bite him but couldn't bear to.

"What? Is he related to you? You won't let me kill him?"

Yang Guo was helpless.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Yang Guo snatched the long sword from her hand.

"I just don't want to see you covered in blood."

"You bastard, then you're not allowed to touch me again."

Yang Guo: ?

Throughout the entire process, Fu Yi kept his head down and didn't look, as did Zhao Shi.

This made it difficult for the boys and girls to argue anymore.

"My benefactor, isn't your pleading posture inappropriate?"

Yang Guo said in a low voice.

"Young master, the young lady has sent a letter instructing me to deliver it to you at all times."