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

That morning.

Outside the Wuguan city gate.

On the official road paved with bluestone.

Little Dragon Girl walked side by side with an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in tattered clothes.

The old man hopped and skipped, sometimes picking a wildflower and tucking it behind his ear, sometimes walking upside down.

He was humming an off-key tune, just like a mischievous old man.

Ever since that day they met in Shangzhou, and this senior helped her defeat Ouyang Feng.

Little Dragon Girl did ask his name to express her gratitude.

But the old man's answer left her helpless.

"Name?" The old man scratched his head, his eyes darting around. "I'm just a playful old man, you can call me Old Rascal!"

Seeing that his martial arts skills were unfathomable but his behavior was eccentric, Xiaolongnu addressed him as "senior".

At this moment, the Wuguan city gate is in sight.

The city gate was heavily guarded, with dozens of armored soldiers lined up on both sides, rigorously checking passersby.

When it was their turn in line.

"Halt!" The garrison commander stopped the two men. "Where are you from? What are you doing in the city?"

The old man chuckled and said, "I came from the mountains to beg for food in the city."

The leader sized up the two men.

A young girl in white appeared aloof and ethereal, while a ragged old man seemed mad and didn't look like an assassin. So they waved their hands and said, "Go inside. Things haven't been peaceful in the city lately, so don't cause trouble."

Just as the two were about to enter the city, suddenly...

"Hehehe... The Nine Yin Manual! Give me the Nine Yin Manual!"

A frenzied roar came from the woods on the right!

A disheveled figure shot out like a cannonball, his palms slamming towards Xiaolongnu with a foul stench! It was Ouyang Feng!

"It's you again, you old madman!" the old rascal exclaimed, instantly standing in front of Little Dragon Girl and meeting her attack with a skillful palm technique!

"Bang!"

The palms clashed, and a shockwave exploded!

The old rascal retreated three steps, his expression slightly changing: "Good heavens, this old madman's Toad Kung Fu is truly formidable!"

Ouyang Feng's eyes were bloodshot; he completely ignored the Old Urchin and stared intently at Xiaolongnu.

"Little girl...you smell of the Nine Yin Manual on you...hand it over! Hand it over!"

He roared madly and lunged at them again!

Chaos erupted at the city gate.

The defending soldiers scattered in terror, and the civilians screamed and fled.

The Old Mischievous Boy and Ouyang Feng were fighting on the same side.

Both were top masters of their time; wherever their palm strikes and fist strikes passed, the ground cracked, trees broke, and dust flew up.

Little Dragon Girl stepped aside, holding the Jade Bee Needle, ready to lend a hand at any moment.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from the east side of the official road.

The three men rode slowly towards them on horseback. The one in the lead was a lama wearing a yellow robe and a golden crown, none other than the Golden Wheel Dharma King!

His two apprentices, Hordu and Darba, followed behind him.

The three were on their way to Xiangyang to attend a gathering of heroes, but upon seeing this fierce battle, they reined in their horses and stopped to watch.

"Master, that's Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison!" Huo Du whispered.

The Golden Wheel Monk's gaze swept across the battlefield like lightning.

When he saw the old rascal's exquisite martial arts, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This old man's martial arts are unfathomable, and he is actually no less skilled than Ouyang Feng."

Looking at Ouyang Feng again, although he was not in his right mind, his Toad Stance was incredibly powerful, and his palm strikes caused sand and stones to fly.

"The martial arts skills of these two are no less than my own," said the Golden Wheel Monk in a deep voice.

As they watched the battle unfold, Ouyang Feng roared at Xiaolongnu once more, "The Nine Yin Manual! My Nine Yin Manual!"

These words immediately caused the Golden Wheel Monk's pupils to shrink!

The Nine Yin Manual?!

He stared intently at Xiaolongnu.

Could it be that this girl in white is the source of Ouyang Feng's frantic pursuit, or does she truly possess the "Nine Yin Manual"?

In an instant, greed grew wildly in the heart of the Golden Wheel Dharma King like weeds.

He had been diligently cultivating the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill for decades and had reached the peak of the eighth level, but he was still unable to break through to the ninth level.

If he could obtain the "Nine Yin Manual," the supreme martial arts manual, it would definitely help him break through his bottleneck and even become the number one martial artist in the world!

"Master," Huo Du observed the situation and whispered, "that woman seems to be connected with Ouyang Feng and that old man, and she may really have a treasure on her... The Nine Yin Manual might be real."

The Golden Wheel Monk nodded, a cold glint in his eyes: "Let's observe the situation first."

In the arena, the Old Rascal and Ouyang Feng had exchanged nearly a hundred blows.

The Old Rascal's martial arts are characterized by their ethereal and exquisite style, with unpredictable and ever-changing moves.

Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance is extremely powerful and fierce, with domineering palm strikes.

At first, the Old Urchin was able to handle the situation with ease, but Ouyang Feng completely disregarded his own safety and fought desperately with every move, gradually putting pressure on the Old Urchin.

"You old madman! Have you gone mad?!" the old rascal shouted as he dodged, "If this keeps up, someone's going to die!"

Ouyang Feng didn't answer at all; his eyes were bloodshot, and his palm strikes grew increasingly fierce.

Seeing that the Old Urchin was gradually losing strength, Xiaolongnu raised her jade hand and three jade bee needles shot out, aiming straight for Ouyang Feng's face!

"A mere trick!" Ouyang Feng swept away the jade bee needles with a flick of his sleeve, but in that moment of distraction, he was struck on the left shoulder by the Old Urchin's fist.

A cracking sound rang out!

Ouyang Feng grunted, but became even more frenzied, slamming his right palm, imbued with all his life's strength, towards the Old Urchin's chest!

The old rascal's expression changed, and he quickly retreated three zhang (approximately 10 meters) to narrowly avoid the danger.

"Girl, this old madman has completely lost his mind!" the mischievous old man shouted. "Let's slip away!"

He flashed to Xiaolongnu's side, grabbed her, and ran.

"Stop!" Ouyang Feng roared as he chased after them.

The Golden Wheel Monk's eyes turned cold: "Follow me!"

The three of them followed closely behind on horseback.

The Old Urchin led Little Dragon Girl at breakneck speed through the mountains, with Ouyang Feng in hot pursuit.

"Senior, running like this isn't a solution," Little Dragon Girl said softly.

"I know!" the old rascal said, looking back as he ran. "That old madman may be crazy, but his lightness skill is quite good... I've got it!"

He suddenly turned and rushed into the depths of a dense forest.

The forest was extremely dense with trees and vines, and the light was dim.

The old rascal seemed quite familiar with the terrain, turning left and right at a very fast pace.

Ouyang Feng pursued into the dense forest, where his vision was obstructed, and he gradually slowed down.

"This way!" The old rascal pulled Little Dragon Girl into a crevice hidden by vines.

The crevice in the rock is narrow, allowing only one person to pass sideways.

The two held their breath, only to hear Ouyang Feng's roar outside getting closer and closer, then gradually fading away—he had chased in the wrong direction.

A full incense stick's time passed, and there was no further sound outside.

"I've shaken him off." The old rascal breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat. "That old madman was really troublesome."

Just as Xiaolongnu was about to speak, her expression suddenly changed: "Someone's here."

In the distance, the faint sound of horses' hooves could be heard.

The old man peered out and saw the Golden Wheel Monk and his two companions slowly approaching on horseback, their eyes scanning the mountains and forests like those of hawks.

"Mongolian monks?" The old man frowned. "What are they doing following us?"

Xiaolongnu looked at Jinlun Fawang with her cool eyes, and suddenly understood something: "They heard the 'Nine Yin Manual'."

The old man suddenly realized: "Greed is getting the better of me! Let's go somewhere else."

The two quietly withdrew from the crevice and stealthily moved in another direction.

But who is the Golden Wheel Monk?

Although he did not see the two people, he sensed subtle movements in the woods.

"Over there," he said casually, then spurred his horse to follow.

The Old Mischievous Boy and Little Dragon Girl ran through the mountains for half an hour before a steep cliff appeared ahead.

Below the cliff, there is a narrow opening, less than five feet high and only two feet wide, barely wide enough for one person to pass through.

"Let's go inside and take shelter!" The old rascal was the first to sneak into the cave.

Little Dragon Girl followed closely behind.

The cave is dark and damp, no more than three zhang deep, and is a naturally formed rock cave.

The cave entrance is narrow, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"It's safe here." The old rascal breathed a sigh of relief. "That big monk is too fat; even if he came, he wouldn't be able to get in."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the cave.

The three Golden Wheel Monk had arrived at the cave entrance.

"Amitabha." The Golden Wheel Dharma King clasped his hands together. "Why do you two benefactors need to hide?"

The old rascal peeked out, grinned, and said, "Big monk, you want the Nine Yin Manual too?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Golden Wheel Monk, but he quickly regained his composure:

"You flatter me, benefactor. This humble monk only came to help you because I saw you two being chased by Ouyang Feng."

"Don't give me that." The old rascal waved his hand. "I know very well what kind of people you Mongolian monks are."

The Golden Wheel Monk's face darkened.

The cave entrance was narrow, making it difficult for him to fully utilize his powerful Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.

If we force our way in, we risk being ambushed.

"Master," Huo Du leaned closer and whispered, "this cave entrance is easy to defend but difficult to attack; a direct assault is not the way to go."

Darba said in a deep voice, "Master, please let me in. I will definitely complete the mission!"

The Golden Wheel Monk shook his head.

Just then, Huo Du's gaze swept over the cave entrance, and a plan suddenly came to mind.

"Master, I have something that might have a miraculous effect."

As he spoke, Huo Du took out a palm-sized jade box from his pocket and carefully opened it.

Inside the box lay a brightly colored spider, only the size of a fingernail, yet its colors were vibrant—it was the Tibetan snow spider, a creature with a unique and highly venomous venom!

This spider's venom is extremely potent; without a unique antidote, a person bitten by it will undoubtedly die within three hours.

Upon seeing this, the Golden Wheel Monk's face lit up with joy.

He immediately gave it to Huo Du to use.

Huo understood, and with a gentle blow, the Rainbow Snow Spider crawled out of the jade box and silently made its way to the cave entrance.

Inside the cave, the old man was peering out to observe the situation when he suddenly saw a colorful spider crawl in. Curious, he asked:

"Wow, this spider has really beautiful colors..."

He has a childlike nature; he reaches out and grabs anything that looks good.

"Be careful, senior!" Little Dragon Girl exclaimed.