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

Yang Guo's eyes sharpened, he put down his chopsticks and got up to walk to the window.

Pushing open the wooden window, one could see five Mongolian soldiers dressed in leather armor and carrying curved swords at their waists attacking a woman in black at the alleyway across the street.

The woman was petite, yet her movements were extremely agile. She wielded a long sword with incredible speed and precision, the sword light flashing like a silver snake dancing wildly in the twilight.

The swordsmanship style is quite unique, possessing both the exquisiteness of Central Plains swordsmanship and a certain fierceness unique to foreign races.

But the Mongol soldiers who besieged her were clearly well-trained, and the five of them worked together seamlessly.

Two men launched a frontal assault, while three others flanked them, gradually cornering the woman in black.

"Wanyan Ping?"

Yang Guo's heart stirred.

He remembered the name—the woman whose eyes Yang Guo had kissed in the original story.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong?" Lu Wushuang also leaned towards the window and, seeing the battle below, exclaimed, "Those people... they're Mongol soldiers! They're chasing a woman!"

Li Mochou had somehow appeared at the window, glanced at the window, and coldly said, "What does it have to do with us if Mongolian dogs are fighting?"

When she was traveling the world, she had conflicts with the Mongols and had no good feelings towards them.

Yang Guo shook his head: "The Mongol soldiers are openly hunting down women dressed as Han Chinese within the Central Plains. This matter cannot be ignored."

Before he could finish speaking, the situation below suddenly changed!

The woman in black forced back two Mongol soldiers in front of her with her sword, but was ambushed by someone on the flank. The blade sliced ​​across her left shoulder, and blood instantly stained her clothes!

"Ah!" Lu Wushuang exclaimed.

The woman in black let out a muffled groan, her swordplay faltered, and she was immediately in danger!

A curved blade slashed straight at her face, and she was about to die!

Without further hesitation, Yang Guo pressed his right hand against the windowsill, and like a roc spreading its wings, he leaped out of the third-floor window!

"Brother Yang!" Lu Wushuang called out urgently.

Li Mochou gritted her teeth and said to Hong Lingbo, "Keep an eye on Wushuang." With that, she flashed out of the window as well.

In mid-air, Yang Guo reached out with his right hand and the jade flute at his waist was already in his grasp.

He was in mid-air when a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Since we've made our move, we'll leave no survivors!

Yu Xiao pointed out three illusory figures, which attacked the temples, throats, and chests of three Mongol soldiers respectively!

The ultimate move of the Nine Yin Manual—Penetrating Bone and Strike Acupoints!

"Who goes there?!"

The Mongol soldier sensed a strong gust of wind behind him and quickly turned around to block it.

Little did they know that Yang Guo's seemingly casual attack actually contained the internal force of a grandmaster. Before the jade flute arrived, the sharp finger wind had already reached the scene!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Three muffled thuds rang out as three Mongol soldiers were struck in the temple, throat, and chest. Before they could even scream, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they collapsed to the ground!

Sold out instantly!

The remaining two Mongol soldiers were terrified, and the centurion in charge was even more horrified:

"Who are you?! How dare you kill my Mongol warriors!"

Yang Guo landed and stood in front of the woman in black, his gaze sweeping over the two of them like a knife: "We're killing Mongolian dogs."

The centurion's face darkened, and he shouted something in Mongolian before charging forward with another soldier, swords drawn!

The blades flashed sharply, clearly indicating that they were all ruthless characters forged in the crucible of battle.

But Yang Guo only saw indifference.

The jade flute plays again!

This time, he moved like a ghost, dodging the two curved blades. His jade flute transformed into two afterimages, precisely striking the two men between the eyebrows!

"Snap!"

The sound of the skull shattering was clearly audible!

The life in the eyes of the two Mongol soldiers vanished instantly. Their bodies remained in a forward-leaning posture, staggered two more steps, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Five Mongol soldiers were killed in just three breaths from the moment Yang Guo made his move!

The woman in black, Wanyan Ping, leaned against the wall, her left shoulder wound bleeding profusely, her face as pale as paper.

She watched in shock as the young man in the blue robe casually killed five people.

What ruthless methods!

Such a fast killing speed!

"Girl, are you alright?" Yang Guo turned around and looked at Wan Yanping, his tone gentle, a stark contrast to the cold-bloodedness he had displayed when killing her.

Wanyan Ping forced herself to lift her head.

Under the moonlight, the young man had a handsome face and clear eyes, but just now, he killed people without blinking an eye.

"Thank you... for saving me, young master." Wanyan Ping's voice was weak. "May I ask your honorable name?"

"I am Yang Guo," Yang Guo said, reaching out to support her. "Your injuries are quite severe; we need to stop the bleeding as soon as possible."

The moment his palm touched Wan Yanping's arm, he felt her body tremble.

"No...no need to trouble yourself..." Wanyan Ping instinctively tried to dodge, but due to excessive blood loss, her legs went weak and she almost fell.

Yang Guo quickly helped her to her feet, saying, "Don't move."

Just then, Li Mochou gracefully landed, glanced at the five corpses on the ground, and sneered, "You killed them all cleanly."

She walked to the body of a Mongol soldier and bent down to examine it.

He pulled a token from the centurion's pocket; it was engraved with Mongolian and Chinese characters.

"A guard of the Thousand Households... It seems this woman's identity is not simple."

Yang Guo nodded: "Let's go back to the inn first."

He helped Wanyan Ping walk towards the inn, with Li Mochou following beside her. She pulled a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and casually sprinkled some powder on the corpse.

"Master, that's..." Hong Lingbo asked softly as she saw it from the window.

"Corpse-dissolving powder." Li Mochou said without turning her head, "To save trouble."

Back in the inn's lobby, the innkeeper and waiter were already pale with fright.

Seeing Yang Guo helping an injured woman in, they retreated even further.

"Shopkeeper, prepare a superior room, and send over hot water, gauze, and wound medicine."

Yang Guo took out another gold ingot. "You didn't see anything today, understand?"

"Yes, I understand!" The shopkeeper took the gold, his hands trembling. "I'll take care of it right away!"

Yang Guo helped Wanyan Ping up to the third floor and into the room next to his.

Li Mochou, Lu Wushuang, and Hong Lingbo also followed them in.

"Wushuang, go fetch a basin of hot water," Yang Guo ordered. "Lingbo, stand guard at the door; no one is allowed to approach."

"Yes!" The two women responded and left.

Li Mochou stood by the door with her arms crossed, coldly looking at Wanyan Ping: "Jin royal swordsmanship... Are you from the Wanyan family?"

Wanyan Ping trembled, her eyes filled with wariness as she looked at Li Mochou: "You...how did you know?"

"I, Li Mochou, the Red-Lian Fairy, have roamed the martial world for many years. What kind of martial arts haven't I seen?"

Li Mochou sneered, "Although the Wanyan Sword Technique has been lost for many years, the royal bearing in its sword moves cannot be hidden from me."

Wanyan Ping's face turned even paler: "You...you're Li Mochou?!"

"What, scared?" Li Mochou raised a brow. "Don't worry, I have no interest in killing the remnants of the Jin Kingdom right now."

Although the words were a bit harsh, Wanyan Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

If Li Mochou really wanted to kill her, she wouldn't have helped her just now.

Lu Wushuang brought in hot water, and Hong Lingbo also brought back wound medicine and gauze.

Yang Guo said to Li Mochou, "Mochou, take Wushuang and Lingbo to rest next door. I'll handle things here."

Li Mochou glanced at him, then at the wound on Wanyan Ping's shoulder, and snorted coldly, "Whatever."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Lu Wushuang glanced at Wan Yanping with some concern, then followed her.

Only Yang Guo and Wanyan Ping remained in the room.

"Miss, please forgive me."