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

The Tomb of the Living Dead.

A chilling coldness was Yang Guo's first impression. But this chill was mixed with a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Granny Sun carried Yang Guo, her steps hurried, as she passed through a long passageway.

"Grandma..." Yang Guo's body twitched from time to time, his body was burning hot, and he even heated up Grandma Sun's clothes.

"Don't talk, save your energy!" Grandma Sun said, her feet barely touching the ground. "We're here, almost there!"

After turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up. It was a huge stone chamber, extremely simply furnished, with nothing but a few stone benches and tables.

In the center of the stone chamber stood a person.

Clad in white, her figure was aloof and ethereal.

She had her back to the passageway, seemingly looking at a painting on the wall. Hearing footsteps, she didn't turn around, but simply asked, "Grandma, have you brought outsiders in?"

The sound was crisp, yet utterly cold.

Granny Sun paused, carefully placed Yang Guo on a stone bench, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Miss, this child... this child is dying."

Little Dragon Girl slowly turned around.

This was the first time Yang Guo had seen her face so clearly from such close range.

nice.

It is indeed beautiful.

Little Dragon Girl's beauty is like that of a fairy from Mount Gusha, untouched by the mortal world. Her beauty and that of Sister Rong are like two extremes.

Sister Rong's every smile and frown is beautiful to the core. But Little Dragon Girl's beauty remains only in our perception; she can be admired from afar but not touched.

That face was fair and translucent, with exquisite features; the eyebrows, eyes, and lips were perfectly proportioned, as if made by nature itself. Only those eyes were too cold.

Looking at Yang Guo, she frowned almost imperceptibly.

"He's a Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect." Xiaolongnu glanced at Yang Guo's Taoist robe, a hint of disgust in her voice. "Our founder established a rule that no one from the Quanzhen Sect is allowed to set foot in the Ancient Tomb. Grandmother, have you forgotten?"

"This old woman hasn't forgotten," Granny Sun said anxiously, wringing her hands. "But this child is different. He was bullied by the Quanzhen Sect, and these days he's been coming here every day. He doesn't seem to have any bad intentions. Today, I don't know how, he had a mishap while practicing his martial arts, and he's on the verge of death. Young lady, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda!"

Yang Guo lay on the stone bench, his consciousness blurred, but he heard these words clearly.

I was so angry.

This woman looks like an angel, how can she be so heartless? I'm about to die, and you're still talking about rules? What's wrong with the Quanzhen Sect? Aren't the Quanzhen Sect members human?

Once I recover, I'll find a way to get you out of here and send you to that lecherous old man Yin Zhiping's bed. Let him be so high and mighty, let him pretend!

Little Dragon Girl looked at Granny Sun and shook her head: "Granny, you know my temperament. Life and death are predestined. Since he suffered a qi deviation during his cultivation, that is his own fate. Send him away."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"girl!"

Grandma Sun knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"My mother-in-law has served this young lady for eighteen years and has never asked her for anything," Granny Sun said, her voice choked with emotion, tears streaming down her face. "Today, this old woman is begging you just this once. If this child dies out there, this old woman... this old woman will feel so guilty!"

Yang Guo was startled.

He never expected that this old woman, whom he had only known for a few days, would be willing to kneel down to her master for his sake.

Now that this self-inflicted injury had gone on for so long, he actually felt a bit guilty.

Little Dragon Girl stopped in her tracks.

She stood with her back to the two men, remaining silent for a long time. In this ancient tomb, only she and Granny Sun depended on each other for survival. Although Granny Sun was a servant, she took care of her daily needs like family.

This kneeling gesture carries immense weight.

"That's enough."

A soft sigh escaped, almost imperceptible.

Little Dragon Girl turned around, a hint of relief finally appearing on her face: "Carry him into the inner room."

……

Meanwhile, outside the ancient tomb.

The sun was shining brightly.

Yin Zhiping emerged furtively from the woods, his hands clammy with sweat. He'd run off after giving him the medicine last night, and he hadn't slept a wink, his mind racing with anxiety.

He was afraid that Yang Guo would really mess things up and kill him, he was also afraid that Yang Guo would be thrown out before he even got inside, and he was also worried that his theft of the medicine would be discovered.

He crouched low, moving slowly and deliberately until he reached the thatched hut.

no one.

The tattered mat was empty, leaving only a pool of black blood.

Yin Zhiping's heart pounded. He crouched down and touched the pool of blood; it was already somewhat dried. Looking around, he saw drag marks leading towards the tightly closed stone door of the ancient tomb.

"They're inside!"

Yin Zhiping slapped his thigh suddenly, almost shouting out loud. He quickly covered his mouth, his eyes wide with ecstasy.

"Good lad! You've got real talent!"

Yin Zhiping trembled with excitement. This Yang Guo was indeed resourceful! He actually managed to open the door to the Tomb of the Living Dead with sheer ruthlessness!

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, Yin Zhiping felt a surge of emotion.

This apprentice was truly risking his life to help him pursue the dragon girl.

"Guo'er, don't worry." Yin Zhiping murmured to himself, his eyes slightly red, as he looked towards the ancient tomb. "As long as you can draw the picture inside, your master... your master will treat you like his own son from now on! If anyone in the Quanzhen Sect dares to bully you in the future, your master will be the first to object!"

He circled the thatched hut twice, wanting to go in and take a look, but he didn't dare. In the end, he could only bow to the stone gate, turn around, and leave, looking back every few steps.

……

The inner chamber of the ancient tomb.

The cold here is even stronger than outside.

Yang Guo was placed on a stone bed, his lips had turned bluish-purple, and his whole body was burning hot.

Little Dragon Girl extended two fingers and placed them on Yang Guo's pulse point.

In that instant, Yang Guo felt a refreshing coolness travel up his wrist.

so comfortable.

It's like drinking a bowl of chilled plum juice on a sweltering summer day.

He struggled to lift his eyelids a crack and stared at Xiaolongnu's hands.

These hands are so beautiful. The fingers are long and slender, with well-defined knuckles, and the nails are neatly trimmed and have a faint pink hue. The skin is delicate and smooth; it feels slippery and cool to the touch on my wrist.

The heat in Yang Guo's heart was miraculously suppressed a little by the touch of this hand.

He clicked his tongue inwardly: This woman may be ruthless, but her hands are undeniably exquisite. If only he could touch other parts of her body…

"Um?"

Little Dragon Girl frowned even more deeply.

She felt an extremely strange pulse beating under her fingertips.

An extremely domineering, intensely yang energy was rampaging through the young man's meridians. Beneath this heat, a sinister internal force was fiercely resisting. The two forces used his body as a battlefield, locked in a fierce and chaotic struggle.

"How could this happen?"

Little Dragon Girl withdrew her hand, stood up, and shook her head.

"It's hopeless."

Granny Sun's smile froze: "Girl... what did you say?"

"His meridians are reversed, which meant he was doomed to die anyway," Xiaolongnu said calmly. "If it were just a case of qi deviation, I could use my internal energy to help him regulate it and perhaps save his life. But for some reason, there's an extremely powerful medicinal force in his body. This medicinal force is extremely yang and strong, and its power is immense; even I can't suppress it."

She glanced at Yang Guo, her eyes devoid of any pity: "If we force a rescue now, it will only backfire. Bury him."

Bury...bury it, shall we?

Yang Guo almost choked to death.

I'm still breathing! I can still be saved! Why are you in such a hurry to bury me?

Yang Guo was filled with hatred. This woman was a living devil! "Once I recover, I'll make her know what true wickedness is!"

"We can't bury him! We can't bury him!" Granny Sun threw herself onto Yang Guo, crying her heart out. "He's still warm! Girl, you must think of something! The Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts are profound and extensive; they must have a way! Isn't there a record of this in the medical books left by our patriarch?"

Little Dragon Girl looked at Granny Sun crying with snot and tears streaming down her face, and was somewhat puzzled.

It's just someone dying, why are you so heartbroken?

But in the end, she didn't want to make Granny Sun too sad.

She pondered for a moment, then turned her gaze to the depths of the stone chamber.

"There are ways...it's not entirely impossible."

Grandma Sun suddenly looked up: "What method?"

"The Cold Jade Bed".

Xiaolongnu said calmly, "The heat poison in his body is attacking his heart, and ordinary medicines simply cannot suppress it. Only the millennia-old coldness of the Jade Bed might be able to resist that heat. If he is lucky enough to suppress the heat poison with the help of the Jade Bed and then regulate his internal energy on his own, there might still be a glimmer of hope for him."

"A jade bed?" Granny Sun was taken aback, then overjoyed. "Yes! Yes! A jade bed! How come I didn't think of that! I'll take it in right away!"