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

Yin Zhiping was really getting anxious now.

He grabbed Yang Guo by the collar and dragged him to a secluded corner behind the Chongyang Palace wall. This place was usually used to store junk, and even a stray cat wouldn't bother coming here.

"Let go, Master, your clothes are going to tear." Yang Guo patted Yin Zhiping's hand.

Yin Zhiping, panting heavily, loosened his grip and spun around twice, like a mouse trapped in a cage.

"Yang Guo, are you deliberately trying to ruin my life?" Yin Zhiping pointed at Yang Guo's nose. "Just now in the main hall, if you had just kept quiet, even for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, I would have been free! I could have been expelled from the sect and openly guard the Ancient Tomb for Miss Long! But you, you cried like a baby, ruining all my plans!"

Yang Guo leaned against the wall, straightened his disheveled collar, and rolled his eyes.

"Master, that's unreasonable. I was only trying to protect you. Besides, do you really think the Sect Leader would let you go over such a trivial matter? You are the face of the Quanzhen Sect's third-generation disciples. If we expel you, what face will the Quanzhen Sect have left?"

"I don't care about saving face!" Yin Zhiping roared. "I only want Miss Long!"

He slumped to the ground, clutching his head in his hands, his once neatly combed Taoist bun now somewhat disheveled.

"When I can't see her, my heart feels like it's being scratched by a cat. Guo'er, you don't understand, the pain of longing can drive a person crazy."

Yang Guo looked at his cheap master and felt helpless. This wasn't a Taoist priest of the Quanzhen School; he was clearly a romantic. Unfortunately, this romantic wasn't very bright, and it was all unrequited love.

"Alright, alright, Master." Yang Guo squatted down and patted his shoulder. "There's plenty of time. You're still in the Quanzhen Sect, where you hold a prestigious position. You'll have many opportunities in the future."

Yin Zhiping suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Yang Guo.

"Opportunity? What opportunity? I wanted to get into the ancient tomb today, but I couldn't even get through the main gate!"

Suddenly, Yin Zhiping's eyes changed, as if he had grasped at a straw.

He grabbed Yang Guo's wrist with terrifying strength.

"Guo'er! Only you can help me!"

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

"Master, what are you planning to do? I won't do murder or arson."

"I don't need you to kill or set fires." Yin Zhiping lowered his voice, his tone somewhat strange. "You're going to carve a stele on the back mountain, and you can still enter and exit the ancient tomb, right?"

"Yes, it was the headmaster who punished him."

"Good! That's great!" Yin Zhiping swallowed hard, his eyes gleaming. "Since you can go in, could you... could you bring something out for your master?"

"Bring something? What? Jade bee jelly?"

"Vulgar!" Yin Zhiping spat. "What would I do with that sweet water? What I want is... Miss Long's personal items."

Yang Guo was taken aback, then his eyes widened.

"Something worn close to the body?"

"Yes!" A sickly flush appeared on Yin Zhiping's face, and his voice trembled. "You see, I can't see her now, and I feel so empty inside. If I could have something she always carried with her, something she never left behind, with me, I would have something to remember her by. It would be like... like she's still here with me."

Yang Guo looked at Yin Zhiping as if he were seeing him for the first time.

This old guy, he's playing such fancy tricks!

Personal items?

Never apart day and night?

Yang Guo's mind flashed instantly to the fabrics fluttering in the wind outside the girls' dormitory building in his previous life.

Back then, some psychologically disturbed boys liked to steal girls' underwear in the middle of the night.

One of my roommates has this hobby; he brings a set back to the dorm every week, like it's on display.

Yang Guo was also tempted at the time, but ultimately the task was too small, so he didn't take action.

Who would have thought that Yin Zhiping, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would have such a peculiar hobby!

And now, he is being forced to do this job by Yin Zhiping.

"Master..." Yang Guo shrank back, "You're... a bit perverted, aren't you?"

"What kind of pervert is this!" Yin Zhiping exclaimed, "This is called expressing feelings through objects! This is called remembering someone by seeing an object! What do you know about love, you little brat!"

"I don't understand love, but I do understand the law," Yang Guo said, pursing his lips. "If Sister Long found out, she'd chop you up. Besides, I wouldn't dare. You know Sister Long's temper; if I dared to steal from her... well, she'd skin me alive."

"You don't dare?"

Yin Zhiping sneered, his infatuation instantly turning into a sinister look.

He stood up and looked down at Yang Guo.

"Guo'er, have you forgotten something?"

Yang Guo's heart tightened: "Forgot...forgot what?"

"How did the Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pill taste?" Yin Zhiping said slowly. "That's a forbidden drug. If the Sect Leader finds out you stole it... tell me, what will he do to you? You won't be able to stay in the Ancient Tomb, or even in Zhongnan Mountain. He'll cripple your martial arts and throw you down the mountain to feed the wolves!"

Yang Guo gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

This damn evidence!

I took a risky step to enter the ancient tomb. I never expected to be completely controlled by this old Taoist priest.

"Master, you're threatening your disciple!"

"This is called a deep bond between master and disciple, helping each other." Yin Zhiping put on his sanctimonious expression again. "Guo'er, I didn't want it to be like this either. As long as you help me this time, I'll keep the matter of the elixir to myself."

Coercion and inducement.

It's the same old routine again.

He said the same thing when he asked me to arrange a meeting with Xiaolongnu last time.

That's a really good tactic.

Looking at Yin Zhiping's hypocritical face, Yang Guo wanted nothing more than to punch him. But he held back. Now was not the time to turn against him.

"Fine," Yang Guo squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth, "but let me make this clear: if I get caught, I'll say you forced me to do it."

"Don't worry, you're so smart and quick-witted, how could you possibly be found out?" Yin Zhiping patted his head with a loving expression. "Go on, and come back soon. Remember, it must be intimate with your body, preferably... original."

Yang Guo shuddered and almost vomited.

"You pervert!"

He cursed under his breath, then turned and ran. If he stayed any longer, he feared he might actually commit treason and betray his master.