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

"Senior brother, we are Shaolin! And what has become of us? No reasoning, no punishment for the culprits, everything is pushed away, and the victim is blamed."

"Under such strict rules, what is the situation of lower-ranking monks? Has it improved?"

"Martial arts are banned, and what's the result? Special skills require years of practice, and now very few people have access to them. How many people actually know them?"

"Can everyone, like my senior brother, acquire knowledge of multiple unique skills in just over ten years, and even master two or three of them?"

"You are the most qualified to speak on this matter at the Bodhidharma Academy. Tell me, will Shaolin Temple remain closed for decades to come?"

Wu Xiang looked at his junior brother, whom he had grown up with. At this moment, Wu Xiang's colorless face no longer had the usual monk's carefree attitude and martial artist's sharpness. Now, there was only sorrow in his heart. For a moment, Wu Xiang was stunned and also made him re-evaluate his junior brother.

"Junior brother, we don't need to delve into what happened back then; it's pointless to dwell on it. What can you do now?"

Disappointed, Wu Se muttered to himself, "So this is how I'm going to live my life? Neither serving my country nor the people, neither protecting the temple, only cultivating myself?"

Wu Xiang's body trembled violently; his words were a wake-up call.

He looked at his unfamiliar junior brother and suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter was incredibly penetrating and full of vitality.

Wuse looked at his unfamiliar senior brother, unaware of what he had said that made his senior brother laugh, but his determination to leave the mountain was already firm.

In that case, from now on I am Shaolin, and Shaolin is me.

If you don't engage with the world, I will.

If you don't kill the enemy, I will.

If you won't change, I will.

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Yang Guo and his group finally arrived at the foot of the mountain. He originally wanted Cheng Yaojia to wait in the village as well, but she refused.

Yang Guo had no choice but to lead her along the mountain path, but after wandering around for a long time, they still couldn't find the mountain gate.

He did witness two monks arguing. There was nothing he could do; the monk was laughing loudly and energetically, and his internal strength was also very strong.

He also became more ambitious. Ever since he opened up his Ren and Du meridians, his internal strength had become unstoppable. His Lianquan acupoint had already been opened, and now he wanted to test his internal strength.

He channeled his internal energy, which surged directly to the Lianquan acupoint on his Ren meridian. After passing through the acupoint, the internal energy transformed into sound waves, which burst forth from his mouth.

A more penetrating sound wave suddenly emanated from the forest, overshadowing Wuxiang's laughter. The sound was sharp and concentrated, heading straight into the mountains.

In an instant, countless forest birds took flight.

The two monks without a given name were greatly surprised.

Meanwhile, a group of people dressed in strange clothes were halfway up the mountain.

The whistling sound startled the group of people, causing them to change color.

One of the elders said, "I never expected that there would be such a young man with such profound internal strength in the Central Plains. It seems that the martial arts world of the Central Plains is not so desolate after all."

A woman in the center of the crowd, wearing a veil and a moon-white robe, with silver hair reaching her waist, heard the old man's comments and asked curiously, "Elder, this person is quite young? How does his internal strength compare to mine?"

The old man respectfully replied, "Holy Maiden, his voice is long and resonant, with a clear and melodious tone and a high range. He is naturally not very old, but his internal strength should not be underestimated. However, this person should not have learned any techniques such as sonic wave skills. Although his voice is concentrated, it becomes more dispersed as it goes higher. Naturally, it cannot be compared with the Holy Maiden."

The woman known as the saintess finally revealed her face, only her eyebrows and eyes showing.

Even though her eyes were already incredibly beautiful, the pupils were the deep turquoise color of the Persian Gulf at sunset, with a ring of gold around the edge of the pupils. They were phoenix eyes with naturally upturned corners.

At this moment, her pupils, shimmering with gold, flickered slightly, clearly showing her curiosity about the man.

What's most peculiar is that a golden flame pattern the size of a fingernail can be faintly seen between her eyebrows in the stray hairs on her forehead—not a tattoo, but a natural skin vein pattern.

Her silver hair, cascading down to her waist, was like a galaxy pouring from the dome of the sky. The wrist that was revealed when her sleeves were turned up seemed even more fragile than fresh snow under the moonlight.

As the saying goes: All worldly appearances are illusions, only the revered Buddha is true.

The saintess turned around and said, "Master Jifa, the mountain steps have been climbed to the end. Now, only you can open this mountain gate."

An elderly monk in a brown robe stepped out from the crowd and slowly walked toward the tightly closed main gate of Shaolin Temple.

At the foot of the mountain, an unnamed path.

The colorless monk was so shocked that he went deaf. What was this person's situation? Was he showing off his internal strength, or did he have a grudge against Shaolin? Otherwise, why would the sound wave go straight for him and his senior brother? Was he trying to impress him?

Wuse had just been mocked by his senior brother and hadn't even figured out why when he was drowned out by even louder laughter. He was already holding back his anger, and now he was ready to vent it.

He went straight for Yang Guo.

Wu Xiang was worried that his laughter would attract the attention of the other disciples guarding the mountain in the Arhat Hall, but his laughter was blocked by a kind person.

Then he watched as his junior brother went straight to the kind person.

Do you still know that you are a monk guarding the Luohan Hall on the mountain?

So, junior brother is here to perform his duty of guarding the mountain!

Then he saw Wuse leap up and punch the kind man.

The colorless Arhat's fists pounded with tremendous force. He moved with wide, sweeping movements, but he didn't actually use any martial arts techniques. Instead, he was using his internal energy to test the other person's strength.

This person could probably overpower his senior brother with his roar, so he probably looked down on his meager internal strength. So he couldn't have broken the precept against anger, could he?

And that was indeed the case. Yang Guo saw that the monk didn't say a word, and after laughing, he saw the monk run over and hit him.

He was unwilling to tolerate it, especially with his own woman watching. He couldn't back down, so he immediately used his most proficient Azure Wave Palm, using continuous palm force to block the angry monk's punches.

When Wu Se first saw this boy, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, he subconsciously held back a little. Then he felt as if he had hit the surface of the sea, and he was shaken back three steps. The boy, however, remained unmoved.

Although he was enraged and about to unleash the move "Black Tiger Strikes the Heart," he kicked off with his back leg, clenched his fist with his back hand, and used his waist to strike straight down. Of course, he didn't aim directly at Yang Guo's heart; he subtly withdrew his strength, his momentum fierce, and pounced straight at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo wasn't done with him yet, so he immediately used a Whirlwind Sweep Leaf Kick to attack the monk's lower body. This kicking technique was out of place in the Peach Blossom Island martial arts, which focused on skill and elegance, because its attack was ruthless, fierce and swift, and was purely a sharp kicking technique to defeat the enemy.

The monk was shocked and tried to change his move midway, but the boy's legs seemed to have grown three and a half times longer, and were about to sweep across his lower body.

Wu Se felt a pair of hands pulling his monk's robe from behind and throwing him away.

Yang Guo, never one to back down, didn't let another monk off the hook either. "Since you threw that one away, then you come and get him!"

Yang Guo stood upright, his right thumb and forefinger clasped together, the remaining three fingers spread out like orchids, resembling the gentle caress of an orchid, a graceful and indescribable sight.

Swift as lightning, striking the target precisely – Orchid Finger Acupuncture Technique.

Wu Xiang initially thought the young man was profound, but he didn't expect his leg and finger techniques to be so ruthless. The finger technique specifically targets unorthodox acupoints. He focused his attention and used his hard fist to counter the soft finger technique.

The two fought with lightning speed, one constantly changing his palms and fingers, while the other countered with his fists and legs.

They had already exchanged dozens of blows in a matter of breaths.

Yang Guo was greatly surprised. What kind of monk was this?

Although his Peach Blossom Island martial arts were gentle, each move was exquisite and unparalleled. Combined with his profound internal strength, he was unable to defeat this ordinary mountain-guarding monk for a time.

He was given a hard time as soon as he arrived at Shaolin!

Yang Guo, driven by youthful impetuosity, wanted to compete in raw power, and he refused to believe that his Toad Stance would lose.

He knew that Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance was so powerful that it could be compared to the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. If he hadn't been worried about Ouyang Feng attracting too much hatred, he wouldn't have cared about how ugly his attack was; he would have slapped the monk long ago.

Wu Xiang was increasingly alarmed as he grew older. How old was this boy?

I'm about ten years older than him. Are the kids down the mountain really that fierce these days?

It could even dodge his shadow-following kick; its massive internal energy was so powerful that it startled him. It must have already mastered the art.

He looked miserable again.

The culprit, Wuse, stared blankly at the two entangled individuals.

He was itching to attack, and his hands were itching even more, but he couldn't very well gang up on the boy with his senior brother.

However, his eyes gleamed as he looked at Yang Guo, making Cheng Yaojia feel as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

What's going on? Is her husband seducing even other men now? This is making her so tired.