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

The young Taoist priest ran away as if fleeing.

Yang Guo did not leave the secret storeroom for three consecutive days, which was clearly the treasury set up by the young Taoist priest.

This was his weakness to begin with, and with the poison Yang Guo had used on him, Yang Guo wasn't afraid that he would reveal his whereabouts, so the young Taoist priest naturally took good care of him.

One day, the young Taoist priest appeared before Yang Guo with a bruised and swollen face.

After several days of treatment, Yang Guo's external injuries have improved considerably, and the amount of black blood has decreased.

The young Taoist priest presented another bottle of wound medicine during the Qingming Festival.

"Great hero, I'm dying! I'm being drained dry by the poison! Please help me cure it. Otherwise, I won't be able to repay your kindness."

He looked at Yang Guo with his face covered in bruises.

Yang Guo didn't even glance at him. This little Taoist priest had no internal energy whatsoever, and the poison would only cause pain for two hours. Although his chest was covered in black marks and looked frightening, it wouldn't be fatal, and it wouldn't even interfere with his daily life.

If this young Taoist priest had internal energy, he could suppress the poison.

The young Taoist priest saw that Yang Guo was about to extend his finger again.

He was genuinely terrified and hurriedly said, "No, no, it's not okay. It's... it's Senior Brother Lu. I overheard Senior Brother Lu talking. He said he knows there's an area in the back mountain where female ghosts appear. He's been exploiting us, and now I have nothing to gain even if I go down the mountain."

"He organized his disciples to catch them every day, but they caught nothing. So he took his anger out on me and beat me up."

The young Taoist priest cried his heart out.

Yang Guo merely observed coldly; no matter how he looked at it, this young Taoist priest seemed to have a performative personality.

However, it is likely true, though perhaps exaggerated.

Fortunately, this young Taoist priest was quite well-informed.

They also shared some useful information.

"Great hero, I went down the mountain again yesterday and heard that a strange treasure trove has appeared in the martial world, supposedly belonging to someone named Yang Guo. He has everything. Could it possibly be something that can heal your injuries? Should you go and find him?"

Yang Guo glanced at him sideways: "Anything else?"

"Also, the Taoist temple issued a notice that anyone associated with Yang Guo and Peach Blossom Island is not allowed to enter the mountain."

Yang Guo's confusion is understandable. The Quanzhen Sect is afraid of getting into trouble, and at the same time, it's a good way to distance themselves from the situation, clearly stating that Yang Guo is not a member of their Quanzhen Sect.

But how did Peach Blossom Island offend the Quanzhen Sect?

The young Taoist priest didn't know the reason either, only that it seemed the other five grandmaster uncles who had been in seclusion had also emerged and had fought with someone. Then this announcement was issued.

"Who are the people in charge now?"

"They are Grandmaster Uncle Qiu Chuji and Grandmaster Uncle Sun Bu'er."

Yang Guo's eyes flashed, but he remained unmoved. Now that he possessed such a treasure, he was truly afraid to go see Master Cheng Yaojia.

Since this young Taoist priest has listened to the rumors, the Quanzhen Sect probably knows about them too, so his identity really cannot be exposed.

Fortunately, after these days of recuperation, he can walk again, but he is unable to use his advanced skills.

"Do me one last thing."

The young Taoist priest's face lit up with joy; the plague god was finally leaving, but he was also afraid that the plague god would silence him.

Yang Guo looked at him with a half-smile: "Don't worry, I'm still at the Taoist temple. I'll definitely give you the antidote the day I leave. You should have tried seeing some doctors and taking antidote pills these past few times, right?"

The young Taoist priest was so frightened that he shook his head violently, his face so pale it looked like an oil bottle could hang from it.

"Help me get a Taoist priest identity."

The young Taoist priest ran away, freed from all constraints.

Obtaining a nominal disciple status was far too easy for him.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the young Taoist priest returned with his identity token.

Clear and empty.

Yang Guo, seeing the obsequious young Taoist priest, didn't make things difficult for him any further. He then inquired about the layout of the Taoist temple, especially the layout of the back mountain, and how to join the ghost-catching team.

The young Taoist priest answered all the questions in detail.

Looking at the young Taoist's bruised and swollen face, Yang Guo finally reached out and placed his palm on the young Taoist's back: "Remember this circulation method well, maybe this way you can fight back against your Senior Brother Lu."

The young Taoist priest was stunned, then overjoyed.

Yang Guo finally saw the sun again, and couldn't help but feel emotional.

Then I saw a group of young Taoist priests escorting a fat Taoist priest past, but the fat Taoist priest wasn't actually fat; he looked like he had been beaten.

Yang Guo then asked the person on the side path.

"You didn't know that? Didn't you watch the big battle a couple of days ago?"

"It is said that the Eastern Heretic came to our door, but was defeated by the seven grandmasters. Senior Brother Lu is also wise and brave, and was able to stop the Eastern Heretic's disciple. He is truly a hero."

Yang Guo suddenly realized that it was probably because the Quanzhen disciples had acted improperly towards Cheng Ying, and Cheng Ying had come all the way along the river to find him. It was likely that Huang Yaoshi would not allow anyone to bully his disciples, so he went to the Quanzhen Sect.

That's why the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were so shocked that they came out of seclusion to fight Huang Yaoshi.

As for any talk of victory or such, Yang Guo didn't believe a single word of it.

"Oh, you're new here? I've never seen you before."

"Oh, I'm the one who was just recruited to catch ghosts, my name is Qingxu?"

The young Taoist priest beside him looked at his pale face and said, "Qingxu? Not bad, it suits you very well."

Yang Guo was too lazy to argue with this clueless Taoist priest.

Yang Guo did not act rashly on his own, but instead followed the ghost-catching team.

He was unfamiliar with the place and was seriously injured, so it was a good opportunity for these Taoist priests to scout ahead. If the female ghost was Little Dragon Girl, wouldn't he be able to follow her into the ancient tomb and use the cold jade bed to suppress the poison? With the help of a fourth party, perhaps the balance in his body could be broken.

One day, two days...

Yang Guo's face turned ashen as he followed the group of Taoist priests aimlessly.

We didn't even see a ghost.

He also tried to search alone, but found nothing.

He was oversimplifying things.

Are we supposed to search for underwater passages along the water?

This is going to kill him! How can he possibly go into the water now?

"Qingxu, hurry up! Uncle Zhen is giving a lecture today, or there won't be any seats left."

Zhen Zhibing?

Yang Guo was overjoyed. This repressed man must know the location of the Ancient Tomb, otherwise why would he have a crush on Xiaolongnu?

Instead of attending the lecture, he went directly to Zhen Zhibing's practice room under the pretext of tidying up his room.

It seems this Taoist priest, who is not pure in the six senses, has some unknown secrets.

No?

Yang Guo refused to believe it and continued searching. He flipped up the bedsheets again and was overjoyed to find a painting against the wall.

Yang Guo unfolded it and took a look.

The painting depicts a woman in white with black hair, exceptionally beautiful, shrouded in a thin mist, seemingly real yet unreal, as if she were about to float into the moon.

Unfortunately, it lacks facial features.

Yang Guo didn't care about any of that, he just put it in his pocket and ran away.

Late at night, Yang Guo yawned in a tree on the back mountain, looking at the only road leading into the mountain ahead.

He refused to believe that Zhen Zhibing, without his beloved object, could resist the urge to search for Xiaolongnu.

And this time.

"Senior Brother Zhao, did you enter my room today?"

A middle-aged Taoist priest, wearing a neatly made Taoist hat and spotless Taoist robe, with a slight beard on his chin, turned around to look at his junior brother who had suddenly questioned him.

"Junior Brother Zhen, don't speak recklessly without evidence. Just because your Uncle loves you doesn't mean you don't know the proper order of seniority."

The dignified and reserved Zhen Zhibing could not possibly outdo Senior Brother Zhao, and could only blush with embarrassment.

"Junior Brother Zhen, the essence of cultivation lies in the mind and body; everything else is external. You spend all day either holed up in your room or in the back mountain. What kind of Dao do you think you can learn?"

"You must be tired from preaching today, so take a good rest. Don't worry about the rest, or don't blame your senior brother for being ruthless."

Zhao Zhijing stormed off, leaving Zhen Zhibing standing alone in the corridor.

Yang Guo yawned, speechless. Was he going to have to spend another night in vain?

He's been putting all his energy into recovering from this lately.

I was just thinking about whether I should go back and catch up on some sleep.

Then they saw a person rushing towards them from afar; it was Zhen Zhibing.

Yang Guo was overjoyed, held his breath, and slowly followed behind.

Zhen Zhibing sped along very fast, and Yang Guo, whose internal energy had not yet recovered, could only follow slowly.

Before long, the Taoist priest disappeared without a trace.

Yang Guo cursed inwardly, but had no choice but to search carefully.

Not long after walking forward, they could vaguely hear the sounds of fighting ahead.

"Miss Dragon, I'm here to help you! You demoness, prepare to die!"

Yang Guo looked over and saw a woman in white standing with her hands behind her back in the moonlight, watching two people dressed in Taoist robes fighting not far away.

"Junior sister, what's wrong? Is this your lover? He cares about you so much? It seems you haven't escaped a man's embrace either." One of them spoke up; it was actually a Daoist nun.

The woman in white stood under the moonlight, not answering a word.

"You vixen, don't you dare tarnish the Dragon Maiden's reputation! Take this!"

The two fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand. Yang Guo couldn't see clearly, but if the woman in white was Xiaolongnu, then the woman who called her junior sister could be Li Mochou.

But he felt the voice was familiar, though he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. And looking at her figure, he had no recollection of her either, though he figured she must be a stunningly beautiful Taoist nun.

Yang Guo lay motionless on the grass.

"Senior sister, Master said you are not allowed to enter the ancient tomb. You should give up on that idea."

The woman's voice under the moon was light and melodious, yet it was three times colder than the moonlight, devoid of any human warmth.

"Junior sister, if that's the case, then don't blame me for not sparing your life."

She wielded her whisk, each move aimed straight for vital points, but the Taoist blocked them all.

But they were caught off guard by the three silver needles that shot out from under the whisk.

The Taoist priest was shocked. It was too late to defend himself, so he decided to take the hit head-on.

Yang Guo was secretly alarmed. Did this clueless Taoist not know that these were Ice Soul Silver Needles?

Just as the silver needle was about to pierce his chest, three more needles flew from afar and knocked the nun's silver needle away.

The Taoist nun smiled: "Junior sister, you still say you two have no relationship?"

Xiaolongnu frowned and said, "Senior sister, I have nothing to do with him. Since he helped me, I naturally can't just watch him die. But you're right about one thing. Since I'm your junior sister, this is a matter of our sect, and we really can't let others handle it."

"Daoist Master, you should leave quickly. This is no longer the territory of your Quanzhen Sect."

"Miss Dragon..."

"Where did you come from, Taoist priest? You're disturbing my peaceful cultivation. Since you won't leave, then stay." The Taoist nun was about to become fierce when she swung her whisk forward. Suddenly, it stretched out and wrapped around the Taoist priest's neck, catching him off guard.

The Taoist priest was shocked and slashed at the Buddha duster with his sword.

Li Mochou wouldn't let him have his way. With a wave of her left hand, three silver needles shot along her whisk again towards the entangled Taoist.

The Taoist priest cried out in alarm, "Miss Long, save me!"

Little Dragon Girl couldn't bear it in the end. She waved her right sleeve, and a white ribbon appeared from it, knocking down the flying needles while simultaneously catching the whisk.

The whisk was intercepted in the middle, and the latter half, lacking the support of internal energy, became weak. The Taoist priest, having escaped, intended to retreat, but unexpectedly, the Taoist nun's whisk was blocked, leaving a gaping opening, so he thrust his sword at her.

The Taoist nun was unable to dodge in time and was stabbed in the right abdomen.

The Dragon Girl was shocked and quickly withdrew the white silk from her sleeve.

The Taoist nun used her whisk to relieve the predicament, and with a single wave of her hand, struck the Taoist on the right shoulder, causing him to stagger backward.

"Good, good, good, my dear junior sister, it's truly a case of mutual affection." Li Mochou covered her wound and slipped away.

"I hope you two can grow old together. Junior sister, please protect this Taoist priest at all times, otherwise, let's see if your senior sister can kill him."

In the blink of an eye, the Taoist nun disappeared.

The Taoist priest wanted to give chase, but seeing the beautiful woman motionless in the night, he stopped in his tracks.

"dragon……"

"Daoist, this is a matter for my Ancient Tomb Sect. Considering your help, I will spare your life today. But if you step into the Ancient Tomb Sect again, don't worry about me showing no mercy with my sword."

Without waiting for a reply, he drifted away.

Yang Guo stared in the direction the Dragon Girl had left and slowly crawled over there.

Only the Taoist priest remained, staring blankly in the direction where Little Dragon Girl had disappeared.