Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Guo'er, calm down.

Chongyang Palace, rear courtyard wing room.

The lamplight flickered, illuminating Yin Zhiping's face, which seemed to glow intermittently.

He held a copy of the Tao Te Ching in his hand, but his mind had already drifted to the Tomb of the Living Dead behind Zhongnan Mountain.

"Four days left."

Yin Zhiping put down his scripture and tidied his stray hairs in front of the bronze mirror. The person in the mirror had a face as beautiful as jade, and looked every bit the part of an enlightened master.

"Although Yang Guo is a slippery fellow, he's still reliable when it comes to getting things done."

He went to great lengths for this "date" on the night of the full moon.

Those two Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pills were the most treasured possessions of the Quanzhen Sect. He risked being expelled from the sect to steal them and fed them all to Yang Guo.

"As long as I can win Miss Long's favor, even if it's just for a single night..." Yin Zhiping's eyes were glazed over, and his mind was already automatically playing out certain indescribable scenes. "These two pills are worth it!"

He was lost in his beautiful fantasy when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother Yin!"

The door was pushed open roughly, and a young Taoist priest rushed in in a panic.

Yin Zhiping frowned and scolded unhappily, "What's the rush! What kind of behavior is this! Can't you see I'm... meditating on the Dao?"

The young Taoist priest, panting heavily, cried out, "Senior brother, something terrible has happened! The main hall in front is in complete chaos!"

"What's the big deal?" Yin Zhiping slowly straightened his clothes.

The young Taoist priest swallowed hard, glanced at Yin Zhiping's expression, and said cautiously, "It's about Yang Guo... and that fairy from the Ancient Tomb... ah, I mean, it's about..."

Upon hearing about Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, Yin Zhiping's heart skipped a beat.

But he still had to pretend to be calm: "Oh? What happened to Guo'er? Did he drive away those martial arts practitioners who were harassing the ancient tomb? Hmph, although this child is unruly, he is still my student, so he does have some skills."

He was secretly pleased: It seems that Yang Guo is clearing the way for the full moon night. Well done!

The young Taoist priest's face turned green with embarrassment at Yin Zhiping's "I'm so pleased" expression.

"Senior brother... those martial arts practitioners have been driven away. But... but now everyone outside is saying..."

"What are you saying? Stop stammering!" Yin Zhiping snapped impatiently.

The young Taoist priest, catching his breath, shouted, "Everyone outside is saying that Yang Guo and the Fairy of the Ancient Tomb... are together!"

"Snapped!"

The teacup in Yin Zhiping's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Scalding hot tea splashed onto his shoes, but he was completely unaware.

"What did you say?" Yin Zhiping's voice trembled slightly. "Say it again!"

The young Taoist priest shrank back, not understanding why his senior brother was reacting so strongly: "Senior brother, the whole Zhongnan Mountain is talking about it now. They're saying that Yang Guo went on a killing spree to protect the Fairy of the Ancient Tomb of Dragons. Later, when the Fairy came out, the two of them... the two of them were hugging and kissing in front of hundreds of people."

"Bullshit! Utter nonsense!"

Yin Zhiping slammed his fist on the table. "What's so great about Yang Guo? How could someone as aloof as Miss Long possibly be interested in him? This must be some fabrication by those scum of the martial arts world!"

"Really? Senior Brother!" The young Taoist priest stamped his feet anxiously. "Uncle-Master Zhao Zhijing has been carried back! He was slapped in the chest, they say it was the Fairy who hit him. The disciples who were there said that Uncle-Master Zhao wanted to eliminate Yang Guo to cleanse the sect, but the Fairy, in her eagerness to protect her husband, directly attacked and injured Uncle-Master Zhao!"

"Protect...protect her husband?"

Yin Zhiping swayed and slumped into a chair, his face turning deathly pale.

"And..." The young Taoist priest hesitated to continue, looking at Yin Zhiping's appearance.

"What else? Speak!" Yin Zhiping's eyes were ferocious and terrifying.

"Some people even heard Yang Guo say it himself, that the fairy was already taken. The Dragon Fairy didn't refute it, and even wiped Yang Guo's sweat and fed him medicine, looking... looking like a newlywed wife serving her husband..."

"That's enough!"

Yin Zhiping roared and grabbed the inkstone on the table, smashing it hard against the ground.

"Bang!"

The inkstone shattered into pieces, and ink splattered everywhere, covering the young Taoist priest's head and face.

He didn't understand why Senior Brother Yin was so angry. Shouldn't the immortal be concerned about the safety of Junior Nephew Yang Guo?

Yin Zhiping was now burning with rage, trembling with anger.

You rascal Yang Guo!

He recalled how obedient and submissive Yang Guo had been in front of him for the past six months.

It turns out that this little beast was playing him from the very beginning!

She took his elixirs, practiced his martial arts, and in the end, slept with the woman he longed for!

"This is outrageous...this is outrageous!"

What Yin Zhiping found even more unacceptable was that, in order to curry favor with Yang Guo, he had gone so far as to steal the sect's sacred medicine. Those two Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pills were enough to create a first-rate master.

He personally handed the knife to Yang Guo, who then stabbed him in return and stole his dream girl.

"Senior brother...are you alright?" The young Taoist priest looked at Yin Zhiping's distorted face and was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.

Yin Zhiping forced himself to calm down.

But the heavy breathing couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

"Where is Zhao Zhijing now?" Yin Zhiping asked with a gloomy face.

"In...in the pharmacy, Senior Brother Wang is treating his injuries."

Yin Zhiping stood up and straightened his somewhat disheveled Taoist robe. But the resentment in his eyes was incredibly intense.

"Let's go see Senior Brother Zhao."

……

Quanzhen Sect Pharmacy.

Zhao Zhijing was shirtless, with a clear, slender handprint on his chest surrounded by purplish-blue bruises.

Wang Zhitan was holding silver needles and applying them to his acupoints to regulate his Qi.

"Senior brother, although this palm strike didn't damage your heart meridian, the internal energy has entered your body, and you'll probably need to recuperate for a month or so." Wang Zhitan sighed, putting away the silver needles. "The martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect are indeed remarkable."

Zhao Zhijing's eyes were filled with hatred: "That vixen was ruthless and didn't take our Quanzhen Sect seriously at all. And that little beast Yang Guo... he actually colluded with the Ancient Tomb demons in secret! I must tell the Sect Leader about this!"

As they were talking, the curtain was lifted and Yin Zhiping walked in.

"Junior Brother Yin?" Zhao Zhijing's eyes flickered when he saw Yin Zhiping.

The two usually engaged in fierce competition for the position of head disciple among the third generation, and their relationship was far from harmonious. Now that Yin Zhiping had seen him in this disheveled state, Zhao Zhijing felt utterly humiliated.

"I heard that Senior Brother Zhao was injured, so I came to see you." Yin Zhiping's face was full of feigned concern, but his eyes were fixed on the palm print on Zhao Zhijing's chest.

That was the blow Xiaolongnu struck to save Yang Guo.

Zhao Zhijing scoffed, "Owl tears. You're here to laugh at me, aren't you?"

"Senior brother, you've misunderstood." Yin Zhiping walked to the bedside and lowered his voice. "I've come to ask, is Yang Guo... really with Miss Long...?"

Looking at Yin Zhiping's anxious and uncertain expression, Zhao Zhijing suddenly felt a surge of vengeful pleasure.

He knew that Yin Zhiping had always secretly loved Xiaolongnu.