Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

"skillful?"

Li Mochou narrowed her phoenix eyes.

"Young Master Yang, your use of the word 'coincidence' is far too simplistic. We parted ways at Mount Hua yesterday, and today you've emerged from the Ancient Tomb with my dear junior sister... What kind of coincidence is that?"

"I know that you, Young Hero Yang, have a deep connection with Guo Jing and Huang Rong, and you must be on your way to Mount Hua on business. But now you've appeared on my Ancient Tomb Sect's private territory, accompanied by my naive junior sister. Could it be... that Chief Huang is also interested in the Ancient Tomb martial arts?"

Her question was clever, as it both revealed Yang Guo's background.

The conflict is subtly shifted to the possibility that a powerful force in the martial arts world might covet it, attempting to sow seeds of doubt in Xiaolongnu's heart.

Upon hearing this, Xiaolongnu's cool gaze indeed flickered slightly as she turned her head to look at Yang Guo beside her.

Although she was naive and ignorant of the ways of the world, she had heard Granny Sun say that Guo Jing was a great hero of the time and had connections with the Quanzhen Sect and the Ancient Tomb Sect.

If this person was indeed sent by them...

How could Yang Guo not hear Li Mochou's provocation?

He laughed heartily, his expression calm and composed.

"Master Li, you are overthinking it. Uncle Guo is an upright and honest man; why would he covet someone else's martial arts? I was indeed ordered to go to Mount Hua, but the mission went smoothly, and I remembered hearing that the scenery of Zhongnan Mountain was exceptionally beautiful and thought-provoking, so I decided to take a look along the way. As for trespassing into the ancient tomb..."

He turned to Xiaolongnu, his smile filled with apology and sincerity, "I have already explained to Miss Long that I entered by mistake. I have no ill intentions toward the Ancient Tomb Sect, and I have no intention of interfering in the...family affairs between your sect's disciples."

He made a point of pronouncing the words "household chores" clearly.

This not only cleared him of suspicion that he was acting under orders, but also implied to Li Mochou that this was an internal dispute within their sect, and that it was not appropriate for an outsider like him to interfere—at least not on the surface.

Li Mochou's eyes flickered.

Yang Guo's words were so well-chosen that she couldn't find a single fault with them.

But the words "unintentional intervention" brought her some peace of mind.

As long as this unfathomable kid doesn't directly side with his junior sister, things will be easy to handle.

"In that case," Li Mochou refocused her gaze on Xiaolongnu, her tone turning stern, "Young Master Yang, please remain neutral and refrain from interfering in the affairs of my Ancient Tomb Sect! Junior Sister, I'll ask you one last time, will you hand over the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra or not?"

Without a second thought, Xiaolongnu slowly shook her head: "I dare not disobey the sect's dying wish. Senior Sister, please return."

There was no further explanation, only an unchangeable refusal.

The last vestige of composure that Li Mochou had been maintaining finally crumbled, and flames of jealousy and longing ignited in her eyes.

The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra! That should have belonged to her!

The master's punishment, Lu Zhanyuan's betrayal...

All sorts of resentment and bitterness erupted at this moment, overwhelming any remaining fear of Yang Guo.

"Fine! A fine 'I wouldn't dare disobey' indeed!" Li Mochou laughed shrilly, her snow-white whisk moving without wind. "Then don't blame me for coming to collect it myself!"

Before she finished speaking, her apricot-yellow figure shot up like a ghost.

The whisk, with its countless strands, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound, transformed into a vast, white phantom that descended upon Xiaolongnu!

It is one of her signature skills, the killing move "Thousand Threads Binding Soul" from the Whisk Skill!

Little Dragon Girl was prepared. Her white robes fluttered, and with a light tap of her feet, she drifted backward like a wisp of smoke.

At the same time, she reached out her hand to her waist, and a few golden rays silently shot out.

However, it was the Ancient Tomb Sect's unique hidden weapon, the "Jade Bee Needle," which was precisely aimed at the point where the whisk's power intertwined, attempting to break through force with skill.

With a few soft "ding-ding" sounds, the jade bee needles were shaken away by the force of the whisk.

Li Mochou's offensive continued unabated. With a flick of her wrist, the silk ribbons of her whisk suddenly straightened like a sword, swiftly stabbing at Xiaolongnu's vital point on the chest. The change of move was swift and ruthless.

Xiaolongnu remained expressionless, displaying the exquisite lightness skills of the Ancient Tomb Sect, dodging and weaving within a small space, occasionally using the "Heavenly Net" palm technique to deflect and block.

Her internal strength was not as profound as Li Mochou's, but she had the advantage of exquisite moves and agile movements, and for a time she was evenly matched with Li Mochou.

Two figures, one in white and one in yellow, danced and twirled across the open ground, their shadows fluttering like snowflakes, their white robes like clouds, their powerful energy stirring up fallen leaves.

As Yang Guo had predicted, he "remained an observer."

On the edge of the gust of wind generated by the two women's fight, he actually turned around and walked towards Hong Lingbo and Lu Wushuang, who were standing outside the battle circle with tense expressions.

He walked a short distance from the two women, brushed the fallen leaves off a relatively flat rock, and then sat down.

Lu Wushuang and Hong Lingbo were both stunned.

"Standing is tiring," Yang Guo patted the stone beside him and gave them a gentle smile. He looked at Lu Wushuang with concern, "Miss Wushuang, how is your foot injury? Is the Jade Dew Powder still working? Come here and let me take a look."

Lu Wushuang's heart skipped a beat.

She glanced at her master and uncle-master, who were locked in fierce combat.

Looking at the bright-smiling boy in front of her, she was momentarily at a loss.

But the faint soreness in her ankle and Yang Guo's reassuring gaze made her involuntarily shift her foot slightly.

"Junior Sister!" Hong Lingbo called out in a low voice, grabbing Lu Wushuang's sleeve and looking at Yang Guo warily. "Young Hero Yang, Master is cleaning up the sect, we..."

"Clean house?"

Yang Guo gently interrupted her, his gaze still fixed on Lu Wushuang, "In my opinion, although Master Li's martial arts are high, Miss Long may not be easily defeated."

They, as fellow disciples, have their own ways of resolving their own issues.

However, Wushuang's foot injury is a chronic ailment. If it is not treated promptly, it may affect her future walking ability and even her progress in martial arts.

My Jade Dew Powder can only provide temporary relief. To cure it completely, special techniques are needed to unblock the meridians and correct the bones. Come, let me take a look.

These words not only pointed out the stalemate in the battle, but also showed genuine concern for Lu Wushuang's injuries, which was both reasonable and justifiable.

Lu Wushuang bit her lower lip, her heart completely tilted to the side.

Her foot injury was a source of pain and inferiority since childhood.

Yang Guo was the first person who explicitly agreed to treat him.

She glanced at her senior sister Hong Lingbo, whose face was full of disapproval but who dared not forcibly stop her.

He then stole a glance at Li Mochou.

Finally mustering her courage, she gently broke free from Hong Lingbo's hand and limped over to Yang Guo.

"Brother Yang... Brother Yang." Her voice was barely audible, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Sit down," Yang Guo gestured for her to sit on the rock beside him.

Lu Wushuang sat down as instructed, her heart pounding like a drum.

Up close, Yang Guo's profile is even more handsome, with a high nose bridge and long eyelashes. His gaze as he intently examines her ankles is clear and serious, without a trace of uncomfortable scrutiny.

Yang Guo gently lifted her left foot and removed her shoes and socks.

The girl's ankles were slender, and her skin was fair.

However, there was a slight, unusual bulge around the ankle, and the skin tone appeared somewhat dull.

He channeled a wisp of extremely gentle Yin-Yang Harmony Qi from his fingertips and gently pressed it onto several acupoints and bone joints.

"Um……"