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

"Mother, what news is there about the martial arts world today?"

Huang Rong said, "Fu'er, this is not something you should worry about. Have you finished practicing your skills?"

Guo Fu had just finished her homework. She came to the pigeon loft and said, "Mother, I've been very obedient lately. Why do you always say this? I haven't been lazy in a long time."

Seeing that her mother did not answer, Guo Fu called out twice more.

"Mother, mother?"

Seeing Huang Rong stunned, Guo Fu also curiously craned her neck to look at the note in Huang Rong's hand.

She was stunned.

She suddenly said, "Mother, I want to leave the island."

Huang Rong: You want to leave the island? I want to leave the island too.

Huang Rong looked at the information about the martial arts world collected by the Beggars' Sect.

She recognized him at a glance; after all, she knew he had been saying he wanted to go to Shaolin, and the rumor seemed quite plausible.

This made her wonder, could this young man have gone to Shaolin just for the martial arts techniques?

If she had known better, she wouldn't have lied to Yang Guo and would have given him all of the Nine Yin Manual; then this wouldn't have happened.

But she actually liked the feeling that Yang Guo always ignored her while practicing his skills. At that time, it was just the teaching of the fifth level of Qimen, and the little man only practiced his skills and ignored her.

Although she later taught him all of Peach Blossom Island's techniques, it was still her family's own cultivation method, and the young man still needed her father's approval. She didn't want her second man to also displease her father, causing him to stop coming home altogether.

If things had been like this earlier, wouldn't it have been better to keep the young man by my side instead of him running off and me not being able to see him now?

Since he likes martial arts, let him practice.

……

An unnamed little village.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you new handymen, load everything onto the cart, don't slack off. No matter how late it is, you're up the mountain tonight."

"Hurry up, hurry up! Senior Brother Lu is going to inspect the warehouse tomorrow. If he's not satisfied, I'll skin you alive!" a junior Taoist priest shouted, his voice trembling with fear.

"If Senior Brother Lu is satisfied, then I will reward you. I don't know if you know that I manage the storeroom and have everything you need. There's enough for you to cultivate with, and you might even have a chance to become nominal disciples."

A dozen or so laborers began to speed up their work, loading supplies and other items onto the vehicle.

But the quantity was too large, and they were busy until sunset without finishing loading it, let alone going up the mountain.

After working for a while longer, they finally finished loading the last truck.

No one noticed that the truck was already full of supplies before the last load was loaded.

The journey was bumpy, and the dozen or so laborers were exhausted from carrying the loads.

"Good, good. Move the rest to the kitchen for the Taoist priest. Hurry up, do you think I need to give orders for these small things? You guys go."

Finally, the convoy of servants had all departed.

The young Taoist priest couldn't wait any longer and rushed into the storeroom, opening each item and picking out the best pieces.

"Hehe, top-quality wound medicine costs ten taels of silver. It seems it's only fit for you, Master. You can keep the rest of the inferior medicine."

"I wonder if I could trade some miraculous elixirs with those bastards in the alchemy room?"

"Excellent, excellent. This custom-made Taoist robe is very good. Please change into one, Master."

The young Taoist priest looked at the last basket with a puzzled expression: "Huh, what's in this basket?"

He reached up and removed the top blanket, asking in confusion, "Clothes again?"

The clothes slowly began to seep black color.

"Huh, ah!"

The Taoist robe billowed up, and a black finger extended out.

Yang Guo forcefully channeled his inner energy, and that wisp of internal force directly struck the young Taoist's acupoints.

The warehouse fell silent once more.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Guo struggled out of the basket.

A knife wound several tens of centimeters long ran down his back, its center still blackened, but the exposed flesh had turned white. Not only that, but other parts of his body were also covered in bruises, some even oozing black blood. His face, however, was eerily white, like a zombie.

He spent a day traveling on the river and had nothing left to his name.

The scar around his right ankle had turned white.

Yang Guo's skill was broken by Ba Tu's final slash, and what's worse, the blade was poisoned. It was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly.

He could only protect his heart and mind while entering the river; the rest was up to fate.

He was tossed about in the turbulent river for an unknown amount of time before finally falling into a coma.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already on the shore, struggling and crawling on the grass. Then I heard voices and car sounds.

I don't know which Taoist temple came down the mountain to make the purchase.

That's good, now he doesn't have to worry about healing supplies.

Yang Guo didn't care about the young Taoist's fear and searched haphazardly for wound medicine, Qili powder, and other medicines for bruises and sprains, but he didn't recognize them all.

The main problem is that he hasn't cleared all the toxins yet, so he can't squeeze out any more internal energy. He needs to heal his external injuries first, and his internal injuries can only recover slowly.

The sand from that mourning stick was far too insidious. After he entered the river, his body was completely unable to move; it was stiff yet had a putrid quality.

It felt like zombie poison. Although Yang Guo's martial arts could counteract Xiao Xiangzi's poison, he had been poisoned twice and then Ba Tu's evil poison. So this was already a very good result.

It's a pity that this medicine is too weak; it seems I still need to restore my internal energy.

Yang Guo looked at the young Taoist priest, whose eyes were filled with terror as he stared at the vengeful ghost from hell, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

early morning.

"Not bad, not bad, Qingming, you're a good kid, I have high hopes for you." A chubby Taoist priest, not much older than Qingming, patted the young Taoist on the shoulder with an air of maturity.

"That was Senior Brother Lu's kindness; this is my humble offering for this month." Qingming Xiaodao stuffed the gift into Senior Brother Lu's sleeve.

Senior Brother Lu weighed it in his hand for a moment, then his face lit up with joy: "Why are there so many more this month? Something's up, kid?"

"Hehe, nothing can be hidden from Senior Brother Lu. I've made some progress in my cultivation these past few days down the mountain and would like to visit the alchemy room. I hope you can help me..."

Senior Brother Lu smacked his lips and said, "The alchemy room?"

"Junior brother, as you know, Master has just taken over the affairs, and the alchemy room is of utmost importance."

Qingming Xiaodao forced a smile: "I understand, I understand." He then pulled his senior brother's hand and stuffed some things inside.

Senior Brother Lu left satisfied.

The young Taoist priest hurriedly ran to the alchemy room.

A secret room hidden inside the warehouse.

"This young Taoist priest actually embezzled so much. Not bad, not bad at all."

After a night of treatment, the external injuries have stopped.

However, his internal strength made no progress at all, and another toxin in his body began to erode his internal strength.

Yang Guo was puzzled. Could it be the poison of Ba Tu?

Wasn't the previous poisoning just a case of blood stagnation and unbearable itching?

Yang Guo activated the Nine Yang Divine Skill again, and the wisps of internal energy were gradually absorbed by the poison.

This made it impossible for him to remove the poison from the poisonous sand.

Looking at my pitch-black left hand and my right hand, which was gradually turning black.

His face, however, was as pale as a drowned water ghost.

He still needs to find an environment that can suppress or slow down the growth of the toxins. Otherwise, if he relies solely on his internal energy, the three elements can only maintain a balance. Since the evil poison feeds on his internal energy, he cannot recover.

"King Yama, King Yama, I'm back! Look, this is a Lingbao Pill that just came out of the pharmacy. It can cure both internal and external injuries."

"Please, old man, have mercy and cure this boy of the poison."

Yang Guo's face turned ashen as he continued to urge on his cultivation, his complexion, which had just regained its rosy hue, quickly turned pale again.

Yang Guo opened his eyes in annoyance.

"Let me try it."

The young Taoist priest didn't even dare to touch him, and handed the pot and medicine to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo took it out and ate it directly. Now that he was the source of the poison, it didn't matter whether it was medicine or poison.

After swallowing one pill, black blood seeped out from his back.

Two, three...

The third pill had no effect, but at least his complexion wasn't like a zombie anymore and he looked a bit more human.

Yang Guo glanced sideways at the young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist priest knelt down with a thud, saying, "Master, Master, I have no choice! How can these mortal pills cure your Ghost King's poison?"

Yang Guo extended his black left finger again and touched the young Taoist's chest, causing the young Taoist to vomit black blood.

Yang Guo discovered that this poison was quite effective; the wisps of black blood that were expelled all contained toxins, but unfortunately, it could not be preserved for long.

But that's enough to scare the young Taoist priest.

"Tell me, is there a place here that is either extremely yang or extremely yin?"

The young Taoist priest was so frightened that he couldn't even stand up.

With snot and tears streaming down his face, he said, "Sir, really, there are some places in Taoism that I can't go to. I'm just a lowly logistics Taoist priest. Maybe my senior brother Lu knows. He's a core disciple, and there's nothing in the Quanzhen Sect that he doesn't know."

"Let me go ask again! Ask again?"

Yang Guo was stunned; he had actually drifted to the Quanzhen Sect.

But that's alright.

He was originally heading to the Quanzhen Sect, but he was delayed by Cheng Ying along the way.

However, the Quanzhen Sect had nothing.

That's not right either, aren't there the Nine Yin Manual and Wang Chongyang's Innate Skill?

I wonder if Wang Chongyang really didn't leave behind any martial arts techniques.