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

After the bell rang, Yang Guo and Liuli Ying did not move again in everyone's eyes.

"Master Wuxiang, why are my husband and that woman standing motionless on the field?"

Jinlun deeply understood that this heretical cultivation system was fundamentally different from his own, and it felt awkward in every way.

Yet this woman at the head of the group was so pure and holy, like a goddess untouched by worldly affairs.

Wu Xiang shook his head in confusion; he didn't understand either.

"Left Protector, Ji Fa is dead, and it was never going to be the new leader of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains anyway. But does the Holy Maiden mean to choose this young man as the new missionary in the Central Plains?" said a messenger next to the old man.

Watching the Holy Maiden's retreating figure, the Left Protector said to those around him, "The Holy Maiden's actions are naturally beyond our control."

The messenger continued, "Guardian, I've heard that the Ming Cult in the Central Plains lost contact with its headquarters a hundred years ago for some unknown reason."

"This Maeve Aiina has only just become the Third Holy Maiden, yet she has come to the Central Plains. I'm afraid her intentions are not simply to find the remnants of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains and resume her missionary work, are they?"

The Left Protector naturally couldn't answer him, not because he didn't know, but because he couldn't say.

He naturally came with other missions, and the saintess was merely there to attract attention.

The old man's eyes flickered as he looked at the man and woman facing off in the arena, but he figured the young man probably couldn't withstand the saintess's attack.

This battle should be almost over. It's been nearly ten breaths, and this boy is incredibly resilient.

He was still pondering in his heart that the sect's cultivation methods were currently severely flawed, and this saintess had only recently been established; he wondered if she could be of use to him.

It seems unlikely that the Holy Maiden's techniques could completely suppress him. Although they had a certain suppressive effect, with the Holy Flame Token in hand, it's truly uncertain who would emerge victorious.

If there is no further news of other sacred objects, the next one to arrive will likely be either a holy envoy or one of the twelve holy masters. If that happens, what use will he, as a protector, have?

If he had a Saintess card in his hand, wouldn't he be able to go even further?

Regardless of her background, she was one of the candidates for the cult leader.

Yang Guo was still enjoying the tenderness and care his silver-haired wife provided.

At this moment, Liuli Ying was completely unable to control her own behavior and could only be controlled by Yang Guo in his imagination, without any resistance whatsoever.

Unfortunately, no one could see through this dream. Otherwise, they would have discovered that the current scene was exactly the same as the computer screen Yang Guo had just seen.

Yang Guo's fatigue from work vanished in an instant.

Only a lifeless, glassy reflection remains.

The scene shifts again, and the two are now in the bedroom.

At this moment, the divine runes on the silver-haired woman were burning like flames, no longer flickering as before.

Her figure, standing in the center of the arena, was trembling slightly. The gilding in her eyes had stopped flowing, and only the divine runes were burning. Even the stray hairs on her forehead could not block its light.

However, none of the people present, including the men and women on the field, knew that all of this was happening.

At this moment, even the last vestige of clarity in Liuliying could not be maintained.

Yang Guo also felt that he and his wife were getting along better and better.

Gradually, Liuli Ying could no longer feel the pressure of the world; she could only see the man on her body.

At this moment, Yang Guo was no longer the miserable guy who had been working overtime; he was like a raging beast. Liuli Ying didn't know if it was because of the illusion or because he was naturally like that.

But she couldn't control her voice. She was also puzzled. What language was this voice? She had never learned it, so why did it appear in her mind?

Therefore, she could only passively comply.

The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time, and then he saw the silver-haired woman, still calling him "husband, husband."

Yang Guo, who was completely bewildered, suddenly remembered that he was fighting.

Uh, it was a real martial arts competition.

What the hell is this?!

Is this his rented apartment?

Who is this woman?

Is she that woman from another land?

Who is the husband she's talking about?

However, Liuli Ying felt that her husband was fine just now, so why did he suddenly start spacing out? How could he still be spacing out in this situation?

It seems he really is under a lot of work pressure, and as his wife, she naturally wants to comfort him.

Then Yang Guo passively accepted her love.

Her silver hair covered her entire back, and Yang Guo was momentarily dazed. Was this real life...? Bullshit!

Where would a corporate slave like him get a wife?

Isn't his wife Cheng Yaojia?

But in the blink of an eye, Yang Guo had no time to think about anything else. At that moment, the woman turned around, leaned down, and kissed his lips.

It carries a hint of peach blossom fragrance.

Those emerald eyes were already hidden behind her eyelids, and Yang Guo then realized that although she had silver hair, emerald eyes, and gilded edges on her pupils, beneath these typical exotic features, her bone structure subtly possessed the classical elegance of a woman from the Central Plains.

Yang Guo finally managed to pull away from her entwined lips and asked, "Ying'er, what's going on?"

The woman gazed at him dreamily, but her gaze did not stop.

Yang Guo clearly sensed that something was wrong with this woman, and even he felt something was off; his mind was filled with many things that weren't there.

What kind of messy, nonsensical writing was that in his mind? And why was he gradually able to understand it?

"Husband, Wh...what's wrong?" Liuli Ying finally stopped talking to herself.

"No, it's okay... Tomorrow is the weekend, honey, you don't need to go to bed so early."

Yang Guo was a little incredulous. Was this an illusion?

Why is he so acutely aware of all of this?

Recalling her earlier appearance, Yang Guo asked in confusion, "Ying'er, how do you know this island nation's language?"

"What island nation? I don't know, I just suddenly found out."

Yang Guo flipped through the extra memories, and his expression slowly became interesting. Was this her martial arts technique?

However, his interest was piqued again.

"Ying'er, let me do an experiment." Yang Guo said, pulling her back into the quilt.

Soon after, another foreign language was heard in the room.

Yang Guo looked at the divine mark on her forehead and knew that she was still in a state of emotional turmoil.

Her divine mark is quite peculiar; it can arouse people's seven emotions and six desires, and it has a natural suppressive and controlling power over the Sacred Flame Token and other believers.

Yang Guo was pulled into the illusion by her, but he instantly lost the initiative because of the invasion of his otherworldly thoughts.

how so.

When the person known as Mingzun created the Ming Cult, the ultimate goal of his teachings was to completely separate, purify, and return the luminous element (soul) that is called good from the darkness (body) that is called evil through spiritual knowledge and ascetic practices, and to return it to the kingdom of light.

As for the Ming Cult doctrines in the Central Plains, they were gradually evolved through localization. From minor differences in vegetarianism and worship to major localization of the core doctrines of good and evil, the Ming Cult in the Central Plains had long been different from its headquarters.

As for the Holy Maiden at headquarters, she was essentially cultivated as a "vessel for the Kingdom of Light".

Her body was spotless, and her thoughts and beliefs were pure and holy; only such a body could bear the light.

Yang Guo's soul is already a manifestation of the Ming Cult's doctrine. His existence is simply that his soul has separated from his original body and entered the next darkness, but he has not yet found a "container of light".

By this time, Yang Guo had become a true pioneer of the Ming Cult, going further than the cult's creator, Ming Zun. After all, Ming Zun's soul had never escaped darkness, but Yang Guo had.

Yang Guo naturally became the embodiment of her faith, the true form of the Mingzun.

At this moment, Liuli Ying was powerless to resist Yang Guo.

However, neither of them knew about this change at the time.

Yang Guo was simply curious at this moment: wasn't it said that only virgins could become the Holy Maiden of the Ming Cult?

So how do we classify this dream?

If she weren't a virgin, wouldn't those cultists have taken her back and burned her at the stake?