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

Inside the cabin, Guo Fu let out a soft moan and sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Mother? Where are we?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, as if she had just woken up.

His gaze swept over Huang Rong, who was adjusting the hem of her cloth shirt.

It landed on Yang Guo, who had just stepped into the cabin and whose hair was still a little wet.

He blinked in confusion.

"Huh? Brother Yang Guo, why is one of your clothes wet too? Mother, your hair..."

Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained calm. Her hand, which was twisting her hair, paused slightly before resuming its normal movement.

"The sea was rough, and some water splashed on us. Your brother Yang Guo just went to check the anchor."

Her voice had returned to its usual clear and gentle tone.

It was as if the thrilling "detoxification" in the sea had never happened.

Yang Guo also took the opportunity to lower his head and pat his clothes: "The cable was a little loose just now, so I went to reinforce it."

Guo Fu said "Oh," seemingly accepting the explanation, but her gaze still darted between the two of them.

She felt something was off, the scent of her mother…

She seemed more refreshed than before, and her complexion was exceptionally rosy and beautiful.

Yang Guo, though still respectful and silent, seemed to have a slightly brighter look in his eyes than before.

Before she could think it through, the boat shuddered slightly and docked.

"We've arrived, Fu'er. Pack your things and get off the ship."

Huang Rong was the first to stand up and calmly walked out of the cabin.

However, as he passed by Yang Guo, his pace quickened almost imperceptibly.

Peach Blossom Island Wharf remains as tranquil as ever, with a few early-blooming peach trees dotting the lush woods, and the sea breeze carrying a salty, damp scent and a faint floral fragrance.

Two mute servants were already waiting on the shore. When they saw Huang Rong, they bowed respectfully.

"The young lady is back." One of them gestured with a famous hand gesture.

Huang Rong nodded slightly and instructed the mute servant:

"Take Fu'er and... Guo'er to settle in. Fu'er will still stay at her 'Rongxiang Xiaozhu,' and Guo'er..."

After a moment's thought, she said, "Let's arrange for him to stay in the east wing of 'Listening to the Waves Garden,' where it's quiet and suitable for studying and practicing martial arts."

Tingtao Garden is located on the east side of the island. It is a certain distance from Rongxuan, the core courtyard where Huang Rong and her daughter lived, but it is not too remote.

This arrangement maintains the guest's courtesy while subtly conveying a sense of distance and caution.

Guo Fu pouted, "Mother, I want Brother Yang Guo to live closer to me!"

"Fu'er, don't be silly," Huang Rong gently scolded, though her tone was not harsh.

"Guo'er needs a quiet environment. You haven't finished your homework for today. After you go back to your room, copy the poem 'Jianjia' from the Book of Songs three times."

"Oh? I have to copy books again..." Guo Fu's face fell, and she looked at Yang Guo for help.

Yang Guo simply smiled gently: "Aunt Guo has made the perfect arrangements. Sister Fu, let's spar again another day."

He naturally understood Huang Rong's intentions and had no reservations. On the contrary, he felt that this would reduce unnecessary trouble.

The mute servant led Guo Fu toward her "Rongxiang Xiaozhu" (Fragrant Abode), and the little girl would occasionally turn back and mouth to Yang Guo, "Wait for me to come and play with you."

Yang Guo smiled and nodded, but his gaze involuntarily followed the slender figure walking down another path.

Huang Rong did not return to the main courtyard "Rongxuan", but instead turned to the west side of the island.

That is a hot spring villa built by drawing on underground hot springs on the island.

She needs to be cleaned.

The saltiness and stickiness of the seawater were secondary; more importantly, she wanted to wash away the unsettling touch and smell left in her body's memory by that "accident."

The warm, clean spring water might calm her troubled mind a little.

At the prompting of the mute servant, Yang Guo walked alone towards Tingtao Garden.

The courtyard is quiet and secluded, with simple and elegant furnishings.

He put down his simple luggage, opened the window, and the sea breeze, carrying the faint fragrance of peach blossoms and damp moisture, rushed in.

Within his body, the basic mental techniques of the "Yin Yang Harmony Chapter" seemed to circulate slowly on their own, subtly resonating with the abundant, slightly humid and warm spiritual energy of the island.

The increase in internal energy from the dual cultivation in the sea has not yet been fully stabilized, and his aura is somewhat fluctuating.

"Since I'm new here, I might as well get familiar with the surroundings," Yang Guo thought to himself.

He was not a reckless person, but sitting quietly at this moment made him feel uneasy.

Why not take a walk around and explore the island where we will be living for some time to come?

He strolled out of Tingtao Garden, not deliberately pursuing Huang Rong's whereabouts, but simply following his instincts, walking along a gravel path covered with fallen petals, heading deeper into the island's woods.

Peach Blossom Island has an ingenious layout that subtly incorporates the principles of Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination and strategy). However, Yang Guo, having wandered the martial world in his youth, possesses an excellent sense of direction, and with his mind clear at this moment, he is not worried about getting lost.

The deeper you go, the more pronounced the faint scent of sulfur mixed with floral fragrance becomes in the air, and the quieter it gets, with only the chirping of birds and the babbling of a stream.

After turning past a huge reef, a wide-open space suddenly appeared before us.

A hot spring pool partially surrounded by natural white stones comes into view. The pool water is a light milky white color, and the rising steam makes the surrounding peach groves look like a dream.

A clean, plain white cloth and a change of clothes were folded by the pool; it was the same style that Huang Rong wore when she arrived on the island.

And in the pool...

Amidst the misty steam, a figure stood with her back to him, her long, black hair clinging wetly to her smooth back like seaweed. The water barely reached her waist, revealing her rounded shoulders and slender neck.

The warm spring water soaked into my skin, giving it a faint pink hue.

She seemed to be scooping water with her hands to wash her shoulders and neck, her movements carrying a relaxed languor after exhaustion.

It's Huang Rong!

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized where he had wandered into.

He instinctively tried to retreat and hide.

However, just as he was about to take a step, Huang Rong's body in the pool suddenly stiffened!

"Hmm..." A muffled groan, though barely suppressed, still escaped from between her teeth.

Suddenly, her relaxed shoulders tensed up, her fingers gripping the white stones by the pool turned white from the force, and her body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

The rising heat did not seem to alleviate her discomfort; instead, it acted as a catalyst, suddenly stimulating the "Seven-Seven Poison" that had been temporarily suppressed in her body!

A heat wave, even more intense than the one in the sea, exploded out and instantly swept through every part of the body.

Her vision blurred, her ears rang, and a mixture of emptiness and restlessness coursed through her body. The urge to fill the void burned like wildfire, almost instantly consuming her reason.

She tried to suppress it with her internal energy, but the poison was extremely cunning, specifically targeting the most sensitive and vulnerable parts of her meridians. As soon as she mobilized her internal energy, it was like adding fuel to the fire.

"Oh no... it's flared up again... this time... so fast..."

A broken thought flashed through Huang Rong's mind, and she bit her lower lip, tasting a hint of blood.

She knew she had to leave immediately, return to the secret chamber, or at least... find Yang Guo.

But his whole body was limp, and he couldn't muster any strength. His consciousness was also gradually fading under the heat.

In despair, she forced herself to turn her head.

Through the hazy mist, I vaguely saw a blurry figure beside the rocks.

Who...who is it?