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

Yin Zhi's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

His original intention was to have Yang Guo bring out some small items such as hairpins and jade pendants.

But the fabric in my hand was soft and fluffy, and it even had a fragrance!

It's much rarer than those other things.

"Master, didn't you want something personal?" Yang Guo leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "This is what the Fairy Sister keeps most intimately."

Yin Zhiping's mind went blank.

The most intimate one?

This... this could be...

Yin Zhiping unfolded the piece of cloth with trembling hands.

Yang Guo cut Xiaolongnu's handkerchief very neatly, but its shape seemed very strange to Yin Zhiping.

He was, after all, a Taoist priest, and his knowledge of ancient women's clothing was only superficial.

"Guo'er, what... what is this?" Yin Zhiping looked bewildered, but dared not ask loudly, for fear of disrespecting this sacred object.

Yang Guo was secretly laughing his head off, but on the surface he remained completely serious.

"Master, you are unaware of this," Yang Guo said, pointing to the two straps. "These are unique to the Ancient Tomb Sect... uh, protective magic treasures, meant to protect vital organs."

"Protect the vital organs?"

Yin Zhiping nodded thoughtfully. Indeed, Miss Long's martial arts skills were exceptional; naturally, the tools she used were different from those of ordinary women.

He held the piece of cloth, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became.

Although the fabric was small, every inch of it was permeated with a cool fragrance.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yin Zhiping said "good" three times in a row, a sickly flush rising to his face. He couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly brought the cloth to his nose, taking a deep breath.

"hiss--"

In that instant, Yin Zhiping felt as if he were floating.

That cool fragrance, mixed with a faint scent of soapberry, went straight to the top of my head.

He closed his eyes, as if he were in an ancient tomb, right next to Xiaolongnu, and could even feel her breath on his face.

"It smells so good...it smells so good..."

Yin Zhiping muttered to himself, his intoxicated expression sending a chill down Yang Guo's spine.

"Master, please take it easy," Yang Guo couldn't help but remind him. "We're still in the back mountain; what if someone sees us..."

"What's there to be afraid of!" Yin Zhiping's eyes were bloodshot and filled with fanaticism. "This is the edge of forbidden territory. Who would dare to trespass? Besides, I'm... verifying the authenticity of this place!"

As he spoke, he picked up the piece of cloth and examined it from all angles.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the two straps.

"Guo'er, you said this thing is for protection... then what are these two straps for?"

Yang Guo's lips twitched. This old pervert, he really has a lot of questions.

"This strap... is naturally for tying," Yang Guo gestured, "to tie... to your body, to prevent it from falling off."

Yin Zhiping, however, seemed to suddenly realize something, and his eyes lit up.

"I see!"

He slapped his thigh excitedly and exclaimed, "This must be Miss Long's face mask! Isn't it?"

"Huh?" Yang Guo was taken aback. "A...face towel?"

"Look!" Yin Zhiping turned the cut handkerchief upside down, with the two straps facing upwards. "This shape, if tied behind the head, would perfectly cover the mouth and nose! Miss Long is pure and innocent, unwilling to show her true face; she must use this to cover it on ordinary days!"

He spoke with absolute certainty, as if he had discovered the true purpose of this treasure.

Yang Guo stared wide-eyed at Yin Zhiping's confident expression, speechless for a moment.

This brain circuitry... is absolutely amazing!

How could you even think of that!

"Ah...right, right, right!" Yang Guo quickly seized the opportunity, giving a thumbs up. "Master is indeed insightful! This disciple is dull-witted and hadn't thought of that before. That's right, this is the Fairy Sister's face mask! She wears this when she goes out and it's windy in the mountains!"

"Just as I expected!"

Yin Zhiping was overjoyed. He had been somewhat hesitant about how to use it, but now that he was sure it was a face towel, he had no more reservations.

Face towels are great!

The face mask was pressed against my mouth and nose, where we breathed together!

Thinking of this, Yin Zhiping's hands trembled slightly. He looked around to make sure no one was there, and then did something that Yang Guo would never forget.

Yin Zhiping carefully pinched the two straps and slowly pressed the piece of cloth against his face.

Then, he tied a knot at the back of his head.

His mouth, nose, and chin were completely covered.

He looks... like a pervert wearing a white mask.

"call……"

Yin Zhiping took a deep breath through the fabric.

"Guo'er, do you think your master... resembles someone from the Ancient Tomb?"

Yin Zhiping's voice came through the fabric, sounding somewhat muffled, but the joy in his eyes and brows was impossible to hide. He tilted his head slightly, seemingly savoring the happiness of being surrounded by Xiaolongnu's aura.

Yang Guo stood aside, watching the scene before him, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning.

He suppressed the urge to burst out laughing and had to desperately control his facial expressions to avoid giving himself away.

This is so offensive!

If this scene were drawn and posted at the entrance of Chongyang Palace, it would probably make Wang Chongyang so angry that he would jump out of his coffin.

"So alike! Absolutely so!" Yang Guo gritted his teeth, giving a thumbs up. "When Master wears it, he looks like a celestial being! That aura, that demeanor, is a perfect match for Fairy Sister!"

"Really?" Yin Zhiping touched the fabric on his face, admiring it. "I also think it suits me perfectly. This fabric is soft and breathable, and it carries her fragrance... Wearing it, I feel like Miss Long is... breathing on me like orchids."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but take two more puffs, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he looked blissfully ecstatic.

Yang Guo felt a churning in his stomach.

That old bastard is hopeless. Utterly hopeless.

"Master, now that you've obtained the items, if there's nothing else, I'll head back first." Yang Guo couldn't bear to watch any longer; if he stayed any longer, he was afraid he would vomit. "I still have to serve Fairy Sister; I'm afraid she'll become suspicious if I stay out too long."

Yin Zhiping then came to his senses, reluctantly took off the "face towel," carefully folded it, and tucked it into his bosom.

"Alright, alright, you should go back now." Yin Zhiping patted his chest, as if it held his lifeblood. "You've done a great service this time, and I know it. Don't worry, as long as you handle things well for me in the ancient tomb, I'll find another opportunity to get those two Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pills back for you!"