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

"Please forgive me, I'm desperate. I've revised too much, and the revision time has far exceeded the writing time. I've deleted a lot, and I only have one chapter left for the day. Let me catch my breath."

The back hill of Lujiazhuang.

Yang Guo felt like he was having a dream. In the dream, he was working overtime when he received a phone call asking why he wasn't home so late and whether he didn't want her as his wife anymore. Yang Guo immediately knew it was a scam call. "Do you think I have time for romance? What wife?" he thought. Just as he was about to hang up, he heard the woman crying and begging him to come home. Annoyed, Yang Guo returned home the next second. There really was a woman there. Turning around, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman, someone he seemed to recognize. Just as Yang Guo was about to speak, the woman's face changed again, startling him. The woman's face kept shifting between several different expressions. "It's a ghost!"

Yang Guo suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was still a forest on the back mountain.

It took him a while to realize that he had almost killed himself by stimulating his acupoints.

He felt the subtle internal force guiding his body through the small hand behind his back, indicating that the two were currently sitting cross-legged, healing their injuries.

It's obvious at a glance that this healing method isn't working. Yang Guo was quite envious of Zhang's way of healing.

Then I remembered that woman who needed to be disciplined.

At this moment, Yang Guo could neither speak nor act; as soon as the thought of anger arose, he felt a tearing pain in his meridians.

The woman who was treating his wounds sensed that he had regained consciousness and hurriedly said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Don't move, don't resist, and don't think too much. Otherwise, your mind will be unstable and you won't be able to heal."

Yang Guo, however, refused to listen to her and, enduring the soreness in his meridians, turned away.

Seeing him turn around, the woman quickly lowered her head, but Yang Guo could still see that her eyes were already swollen from crying, and the tip of her nose was slightly red. At this moment, her jade hands were withdrawing from behind him, and she was holding the hem of her clothes without saying a word, like a little wife who had made a mistake.

Seeing her condition, Yang Guo steeled himself. But his body simply couldn't take it anymore; even speaking required careful thought. What was the point of trying?

"medicine."

The woman understood and quickly took out another Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill. She had fed him one before, and it should have dissolved under her internal energy by now.

The woman sat cross-legged and leaned forward, obediently feeding him the medicine. Yang Guo bit her two fingers hard (it was just a pretense). The woman didn't feel any pain, but her eyes still reddened.

Yang Guo was determined not to let her off easily this time, and crying wouldn't help.

Fortunately, Yang Guo has regained consciousness and his Dazhui (GV14) meridian has been opened, allowing him to feel the medicinal effects rapidly dissipating within his body.

So he reached out and pulled her, but the woman lost her balance and fell against him. The man slapped her mercilessly, and she could only passively endure it, not even daring to cover herself. After three slaps...

He wanted to continue, but then he felt a sweet taste in his throat, followed by a slightly metallic sweetness that trickled down his chin.

Yang Guo quickly stopped what he was doing and continued to spread the medicinal power. His palm could only rest for a moment before he exerted all his strength.

The woman remained silent and motionless, letting him bully her. Yang Guo instantly lost interest and gestured for her to get up.

The woman had already cried all her tears, but her cheeks were still red, making her look pitiful.

Seeing that blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth again, he quickly went over and wiped it away for him.

Afterwards, the woman helped him sit under the tree and silently watched him heal. Once Yang Guo opened his Xuan Guan (a point on the body's energy gate), his progress was rapid. He felt his internal energy instantly flow from the convergence of all Yang meridians to his entire body, especially at the Lianquan acupoint on the Ren meridian, where his internal energy surged. He felt he needed to learn a sonic technique. No wonder martial artists often roared to the sky.

Seeing that the man had almost finished regulating his breathing, the woman quickly pressed herself against him and sat in his lap.

For some reason, she was a little afraid of this little man. Even though he had only said one word since he opened his eyes, she was still afraid. She felt like she had to obey his every word and action, even though he was so weak.

However, the thought of his words "stupid woman" made her furious. When had she ever been stupid? Everyone in the martial arts world knew that Chief Huang of the Beggars' Sect was a renowned female strategist. How could he call her stupid?

Even though she was thinking of him, she was still very generous and didn't hold it against him for revealing their affair, which made her lose face in front of that old woman.

However, she was no longer the delicate woman she once was. Now, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, her heart was pounding, and his angry glare as he turned away, along with the mouthful of scarlet blood he spat out, struck her heart.

She didn't want to fight, snatch, hide, or even think about it anymore.

Looking up at the man, she believed he would do anything for her.

Yang Guo was naturally unaware of the woman's many thoughts.

He's still gathering his strength.

He wondered what had gotten into this woman that caused her to torment him like this. Could it be Cheng Yaojia or Guo Fu?

Yu'er is mature and steady, so she probably won't fall out with Huang Rong. Guo Fu, on the other hand, is a possibility, since they are mother and daughter, and Fu'er would likely consult Huang Rong about matters concerning men.

But the woman's words were clearly directed at Cheng Yaojia. He couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore; his temper was about to flare, and his blood was churning.

Yang Guo moved his hands, indicating that he could move freely again.

The woman's body trembled, fearing he would lose his temper.

The man asked, "What did I do wrong?"

Suppressing her surging emotions, the woman looked up to meet his gaze, and gritted her teeth, saying, "What did you say go wrong?"

"That means you don't know where you went wrong."

The woman was not about to beg for mercy easily, and could only whisper in his ear.

However, the next second...

Yang Guo felt a jolt in his body, his pupils dilated with shock, his cheeks and ears turned slightly red from the surge of blood and qi, and his whole body stiffened.

The woman's slightly reddened eyes, like peach blossoms, exuded allure and her gaze was intense. She leaned down and whispered a light, fatal blow in his ear: "Guo'er, Aunt Guo..."

Those words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, shooting up her spine and blasting her out of her mind.

It was as if a raging fire had risen from beneath his abdomen and reached the heavens, burning his eyes until they were bloodshot.

When their eyes met, it was like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, illuminating all pretense, reserve, shackles, and hesitation, and then burning them away.

He leaned down and kissed her pouting red lips.

This kiss was like a thunderbolt striking a wasteland, and her long-suppressed desires were like the withered grass on the ground, suddenly igniting and spreading like wildfire.

This woman has already learned to use her advantages to keep Yang Guo firmly in her grasp.

Yang Guo quickly asked, "Are you now my Meng'er, or Huang Rong?"

The woman's hoarse voice rang out as she slowly said, "They all belong to you now."

Hearing the satisfactory answer, the man stopped talking and simply held her quietly.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them, their shadows reflected on the distant rocks as they leaned against each other, watching the sunset.

The last rays of the setting sun disappeared.