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

Yang Guo agreed to Wuxiang's request on a whim, even though Wuxiang actually wanted him to lose the battle.

So Wuxiang wants to take down Shaolin?

Not only did they want Yang Guo to participate, but they also wanted him to lose. Could Shaolin even produce the Nine Yang Manual?

Yang Guo noticed that Tianming and Wuxiang were acting increasingly strangely.

However, winning or losing didn't matter to him. He didn't have any attachment to the Golden Wheel. Anyway, the old monk Ku Cheng had already agreed to let him enter the Sutra Repository, so he might as well just go through the motions.

The woman smiled when she saw Yang Guo enter the arena.

"Do you know the doctrines of my religion?"

"What religion?"

"Persian Ming Cult, would you like to become the Holy Flame of our Ming Venerable One?"

Yang Guo quipped, "I suspect you're involved in a pyramid scheme."

The woman raised an eyebrow, expressing her doubt: "What is pyramid selling? I'm proselytizing."

Yang Guo was not actually against the Ming Cult in the Central Plains. As for the title of "demonic cult," it was only because the Ming Cult was a heretical sect that had entered the Central Plains.

Of course, there are other reasons, such as the fact that its followers are too diverse and there is no distinction between superiors and inferiors, and members all address each other as brothers.

Why did the Ming Cult fall into chaos after its later leader died? Ultimately, it was because no one had the strength to control the situation.

Unlike other sects, it does not have such a strict hierarchy.

The Ming Cult's model was completely out of place compared to other sects with strict hierarchical structures.

In their eyes, the Ming Cult was a typical "non-Chinese" group.

Because the Ming Cult wanted to challenge the rules.

Therefore, it is naturally a demonic cult.

However, Yang Guo has no interest in becoming the leader of the Demonic Sect. Although the Demonic Sect's techniques are powerful, he has no interest in them.

If I had to say what I was interested in, it would be the woman in front of me.

Looking at the woman with her exotic features, Yang Guo asked with interest, "Miss, why do you have such silver hair?" Yang Guo was quite curious, after all, even people from other lands wouldn't have silver hair, and as far as he knew, the Ming Cult didn't have any martial arts techniques that would cause this.

However, the woman frowned upon hearing his words and immediately took action.

Wow, another amazing woman!

The woman did not use the Sacred Flame Token or the Great Shift of the Universe that Yang Guo was familiar with, but instead started ringing a wind chime.

Unsurprisingly, Yang Guo got caught up in it.

He felt a surge of desire rising in his lower abdomen and was instantly alarmed.

What's going on? He's still fighting.

But when he looked up, there was no Shaolin Temple to be seen.

Yang Guo stared blankly at the inappropriate content playing on the computer screen in front of him.

This is yet another night of working overtime until the early hours of the morning!

The miserable Yang Guo shut down his computer; it was time to go home.

The scene shifts, and he is already at his front door. Yang Guo turns the key and enters the house. He looks at the silver-haired woman standing at the door. The moment he sees her, Yang Guo knows that her name is Liuli Ying. Countless scenes of their meeting, falling in love, and getting married flood his mind.

Yang Guo, upon seeing his stunningly beautiful wife, exclaimed, "Wife, you looked best with silver hair."

The woman, who had been standing, slowly knelt down, as if out of control. Although she wore a sweet smile, she could not suppress the shock and defiance in her eyes.

The woman finally stood up, jogged over to take off Yang Guo's coat, and skillfully massaged him, saying, "Husband, you're back. You must be tired after get off work."

Yang Guo didn't sense anything was wrong. Enjoying the silver-haired woman's massage, he walked towards the sofa.

He felt a surge of emotion, knowing that having someone waiting for him at home after get off work was a wonderful feeling.

Yang Guo sat on the sofa and pulled the woman into his arms, sitting her on his lap. For a moment, he felt that the person in his arms was a little stiff, but he didn't pay attention to it.

The image playing on the computer at his workstation flashed into his mind again, and his body quickly reacted. The woman on his lap felt it, and her body stiffened even more.

"Husband, are you tired? I'll go and run a bath for you."

However, when she spoke, she was close to his ear, her fragrance filling his nostrils, making Yang Guo even more aroused.

The woman was overjoyed when Yang Guo picked her up, but then she was horrified when she saw him carrying her into the bathroom instead of the bedroom.

She continued to whisper in his ear, "Husband, did we come into the wrong room?" The woman's seductive voice reached Yang Guo's ears again, which made him even more anxious. He then rushed into the bathroom without looking back.

The silver-haired woman was shocked and immediately tried to resist, but she couldn't get out of his arms no matter what she did.

In the bathroom filled with a misty haze.

The two locked eyes, and Yang Guo was surprised to finally see the woman's face clearly. She was both strange and familiar. She was clearly his wife, so why did she always feel so unfamiliar?

But her beauty quickly dispelled any doubts.

Only then did Yang Guo see her face clearly from the eyes down:

His face was so pale it was almost transparent, but not sickly. Instead, it was like the finest white jade, warm and smooth inside. His nose was high and straight, and his lips were very pale, like the light pink of cherry blossoms. The corners of his lips had a subtle curve that seemed to convey both sorrow and pity, as if he had a thousand words to say but didn't.

What is most captivating are still those phoenix eyes, as blue as the sea and shimmering with gold.

The gilded gold at the edge of the pupils then began to flow slowly like molten gold, its radiance so profound it seemed to draw in one's very soul.

Her long, thick eyelashes were also a pale frosty white, casting a small, delicate shadow under her eyes when she lowered them.

Yang Guo was captivated by her gaze, and at that moment, the flowing gold hue around her pupils shone even brighter.

Among the wisps of hair on her forehead, the golden flame pattern seemed to have a very faint golden halo, flickering like breathing.

She embodies an extreme contradiction—the sacred beauty of her eyebrows, eyes, and forehead lines intertwines with the cool fragility of her skin and hair, making her both unapproachable to look at directly and impossible to look away from.

But Yang Guo saw nothing of holiness; he only saw the suppressed desire in her eyes.

Yang Guo found it strange, wondering what was wrong with his wife tonight, as he felt she was acting very strangely.

Liuli Ying was very flustered at this moment. She desperately suppressed the divine patterns on her forehead that were shining with emotion.

She was the one who aroused the man's desire, but once the dream unfolded, it felt as if the whole world was pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.

She was completely at their mercy; her mind and body were not under her control.

The man's silver hair told her that she was his true form standing before him, but she knew she was definitely not the man's desire.

Most importantly, Yang Guo had never seen her in her entirety before, but now she was completely unmasked in front of him.

He saw her in her entirety in his dream.

This is because her thoughts are not under her control; moreover, it is because she actively lets go and shows herself to him.

She originally intended to arouse the young man's desire with lust, and then use the divine rune technique—the Sacred Fire Mirror—to plant the seeds of the Ming Cult's doctrine in Yang Guo's mind, making him absolutely loyal to the cult.

The fact that her cultivation technique was constantly circulating, as evidenced by the continuous flow of gilded light around the edges of her pupils, was clearly proof of this.

But she still couldn't control the dream.

Her occasional attempts at seduction and resistance were ineffective, and he easily suppressed her.

She could now sense that her own consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, and she knew that this technique was about to devour her.

That divine mark represents everything about her.

Her cultivation techniques, her purity, her thoughts, and her emotions were all reflected in these divine runes.

And this shimmering, breath-like golden light is a sign of being moved.

The divine runes flashed faster and faster, rising up like flames.

This is the end.

A voice echoed from the bathroom: "Honey, I miss you."

Yang Guo felt that this was his wife, and then he kissed her.