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

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she quickly shook her head and dismissed it.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Yelü Yan noticed her unusual behavior.

"It's alright." Wanyan Ping took a deep breath. "Let's... let's try to sleep."

He said he was trying to sleep, but with such a loud noise, how could he possibly fall asleep?

The two of them just lay there with their eyes open, listening to the sounds coming from next door.

An hour later, the next room finally quieted down for a moment.

The two of them had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was over.

But then they heard Li Mochou's voice: "It's no use... I can't cultivate anymore..."

Then came the creaking of the bed.

"It's not over yet?!" Yelü Yan was on the verge of collapse.

Wanyan Ping shook her head with a wry smile.

She suddenly remembered the rumors about Li Mochou in the martial arts world—the ruthless Red Serpent Fairy, the female demon who struck fear into the hearts of countless men.

But now, is the woman next door really the same person?

Can love, or rather, romantic love between men and women, really change a person so much?

As dawn broke, the neighborhood finally fell completely quiet.

Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan exchanged a glance, their eyes both bloodshot.

They barely slept that night.

"Is it dawn yet?" Yelü Yan asked weakly.

"It'll be soon." Wanyan Ping looked out the window; the sky was already turning a pale white.

Just then, Yang Guo's voice came from next door. Although it was very soft, the two of them still heard it:

"Don't worry, go to sleep."

"Um……"

Finally, everything became quiet.

Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister," Yelü Yan whispered, "Young Master Yang... he has amazing stamina."

Wanyan Ping blushed: "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm serious." Yelü Yan stuck out her tongue. "Master Li is already a Grandmaster, and yet..."

She couldn't continue.

The two remained silent for a moment.

"Sister," Yelü Yan suddenly asked, "Do you think Young Master Yang... will treat us like this in the future?"

Wanyan Ping's heart skipped a beat: "You... what did you say?"

"It's...it's this kind of training method." Yelü Yan's face turned even redder. "He said he would teach us martial arts. This...this method should allow us to improve very quickly, right?"

Wanyan Ping remained silent.

She recalled Yang Guo's gentleness when he saved her, his focus when he healed her wounds, and his earnestness when he said he would teach them martial arts during the day.

If a man like that really...

"Go to sleep," she finally said, "Don't think about it anymore."

But how could she not want to think about it?

……

As dawn broke, Yang Guo gently pushed open the door to the west room.

Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan lay side by side on the bed, both with slightly swollen eyes and faint bluish tinges under their eyes, clearly having not slept all night.

Upon hearing the sound of the door being opened, the two women, who were already half asleep, immediately opened their eyes.

Upon seeing Yang Guo enter, both women turned to look at him simultaneously, their expressions complex.

"Young Master Yang..." Wanyan Ping spoke first, her voice slightly hoarse.

Yelü Yan pursed her lips, said nothing, and just looked at him quietly.

Yang Guo walked to the bedside and carefully examined the two women: "Why do you both look so pale? Have your injuries relapsed?"

Wanyan Ping smiled wryly, "It's not the injury... it's just that I didn't sleep well."

"Didn't sleep well?" Yang Guo was taken aback, then realized what he meant, a rare hint of embarrassment appearing on his face. "Did I... disturb you last night?"

Yelü Yan finally couldn't help but whisper, "Young Master Yang has such boundless energy! In one night, he had to accompany this person in cultivation and that person in cultivation... and they're even master and disciple. He's truly blessed."

These words were so sour, even she herself was stunned after saying them—how could she say something like that?

Wanyan Ping quickly smoothed things over: "What my sister means is... Young Master Yang's cultivation last night was quite noisy, and since our injuries haven't healed, we already have trouble sleeping, so..."

Yang Guo laughed and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Oh dear, why does it taste so sour? Did you spill some vinegar?"

Both women blushed at the same time.

"Who...who's jealous!" Yelü Yan turned her face away, but her ears turned red.

Wanyan Ping also lowered her head, not daring to look at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo reached out and placed his hands on both men's wrists: "Let me check your injuries."

He probed with his internal energy, examining the area carefully.

Wanyan Ping's shoulder injury is no longer a major concern. The Jade Dew Powder is extremely effective, and the wound has begun to heal.

Yelü Yan's arrow wound has also recovered well, but the hidden ailment in her body remains stubborn.

However, both women were indeed in poor mental condition.

Having not slept all night and having lost too much blood, they both appeared listless and weak.

"This won't do." Yang Guo released his grip. "You all need to rest. We won't leave today; we'll stay in Shangzhou for another day."

"But..." Wanyan Ping hesitated, "The Mongol pursuers may arrive at any time. Every day of delay increases the danger."

"It's alright." Yang Guo shook his head. "Although the atmosphere in Shangzhou City is tense, Yuebin Tower is relatively safe. Besides, if any Mongol experts approach, I will detect it in advance."

He paused, then added, "In your current state, even if you manage to set off, you won't last long. If you encounter enemies along the way, it will be even more dangerous."

The two women exchanged a glance, knowing that Yang Guo was right.

"Then... we'll listen to Young Master Yang," Yelü Yan said softly.

Wanyan Ping nodded, "Okay."

Yang Guo stood up: "You all get a good night's sleep. I'll go ask the innkeeper to prepare some nourishing tonics. Oh, and by the way..."

He walked to the door, turned back and smiled, "I guarantee no one will disturb your sleep today."

The two women blushed again.

Yang Guo closed the door and left.

The room fell silent.

Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally... I can sleep now." Yelü Yan yawned, her eyelids already starting to droop.

"Okay, go to sleep." Wanyan Ping also lay down.

The two slept soundly for a long time.

I was not awakened by a knock on the door until after noon.

"Ladies, Brother Yang sent over some medicine." It was Lu Wushuang's voice.

Wanyan Ping got up and opened the door. Lu Wushuang was standing outside the door with two steaming bowls of herbal medicine.

"Miss Lu, thank you for your trouble." Wanyan Ping took the medicine bowl.

Lu Wushuang smiled and said, "Brother Yang specially went to the pharmacy to get this prescription. He said it's to replenish qi and blood, calm the mind, and help you sleep. Drink it while it's hot."

The two women thanked him, and Lu Wushuang left.

After drinking the herbal medicine, the two felt much better.

Although my shoulder injury still hurts a bit, it no longer affects my mobility.

In the afternoon, Yang Guo returned to the room.

His purpose in coming here was to use the healing chapter of the Nine Yin Manual to regulate the internal energy of the two women.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, so it's not suitable for you to practice martial arts right now," Yang Guo explained. "I'll first clear your meridians to promote recovery. Once your injuries have improved, we'll formally begin teaching you martial arts."

He made Wanyan Ping sit cross-legged and placed his palm on her back.

The Nine Yin Internal Force flowed in like warm spring water, nourishing her damaged meridians.

Wanyan Ping closed her eyes, feeling the gentle yet pure internal energy flowing through her body, but a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

The warmth of those hands seeped through her clothes, making her heart beat faster for no apparent reason.

Half an hour later, Yang Guo finished his practice.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

Wanyan Ping opened her eyes, her complexion much rosier: "Much better, my internal energy is circulating much more smoothly. Thank you, Young Master Yang."

"No need to be so polite." Yang Guo turned to Yelü Yan, "It's your turn."

Yelü Yan sat down cross-legged with some nervousness.

Yang Guo also placed his palm on her back, and his Nine Yin Internal Force probed into her body.

This time, Yang Guo paid special attention to the hidden ailment in her body.

Those few chilling palm strikes were like a bone-deep abscess, lingering deep within the meridians.

Yang Guo used his Nine Yin Manual to gently nurture the ailment. Although it could not resolve the problem immediately, it did alleviate the discomfort caused by the hidden ailment.

"The hidden ailment in your body..." Yang Guo pondered, "cannot be resolved in a day. It requires long-term conditioning to gradually resolve it."

Yelü Yan opened her eyes, gratitude flashing in them: "Young Master Yang, you've gone to so much trouble."

Yang Guo finished his practice and stood up: "You all get some rest. I'll come see you again at dinner time."

After he left the room, Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan exchanged a glance.

"Sister," Yelü Yan whispered, "Young Master Yang's internal energy... is so pure. I have never felt such gentle yet powerful internal energy before."

Wanyan Ping nodded: "His martial arts skills are unfathomable. And... he seems to be really good to us."

Both women had mixed feelings.

Over the years, they have been hiding and fleeing, and have become accustomed to the coldness and indifference of the world.

Those so-called prestigious and upright families avoided them like the plague.

Yang Guo was the first person to do everything in his power to save and take care of them, even knowing their identities.