The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with a Suicide Note and Conquering All Realms

Inside the hold, the temperature suddenly soared to boiling point.

Guo Jing's palms shone with golden light, faintly accompanied by the low roar of a dragon, his broad back firmly shielding his wife. Huang Rong's emerald bamboo staff had already slipped from her fingertips, but her right hand, like a viper's tongue, emerged from her sleeve, revealing three dark blue, poisoned death nails between her fingers, fixed on Lin Yuan in the dark corner.

The threat of death hangs by a thread.

In the corner, Lin Yuan's pure golden vertical pupils burned silently in the darkness.

A cataclysmic tsunami, spanning dimensions, was unfolding within his body! Under the suppression of the laws of the low-level martial arts world, the A-grade dragon blood and the Word of Power: Monarch Flame did not trigger a massive explosion that destroyed cities and fortresses. Instead, they collapsed inwards, transforming into an extremely domineering and condensed "pure yang internal fire."

The dark golden dragon blood, like scalding magma, swept through the twelve meridians with overwhelming force. The originally fragile meridians were violently widened and reshaped, coated with an indestructible dark golden luster. As for the wisp of insidious Toad Style internal energy from last night, it didn't even have the right to struggle before this bloodline that surpassed mortals, and was instantly devoured.

But he knew he absolutely could not reveal himself. In front of a woman as intelligent as Huang Rong, who was almost supernatural, even the slightest hint of his extraordinary abilities would lead to his utter demise.

"Press it down!"

Lin Yuan let out a beast-like roar in his heart, forcibly severing his call to the dragon blood. The terrifying dark golden light in his eye sockets instantly extinguished. At the same time, he ruthlessly mobilized the remaining toad-style poison in his lungs, transforming it into a blunt knife, and thrust it against his throat.

"puff!"

A large mouthful of dark purple, foul-smelling blood splattered onto the deck, instantly dissipating the suffocating heatwave inside the cabin. Lin Yuan collapsed like a rag doll, slamming heavily onto the wooden planks, his limbs convulsing uncontrollably, his eyes rolling back listlessly.

"Brother Jing, be careful, it might be a trap!" Huang Rong shouted sharply, her hand holding the Death Nail ready to strike.

But Guo Jing was kind-hearted by nature. Seeing the frail boy coughing up blood and collapsing to the ground, his life hanging by a thread, he immediately dispersed the Dragon Subduing True Qi in his palm. He took a step forward, knelt on one knee, and half-supported Lin Yuan into his arms. His powerful and upright Quanzhen internal energy flowed from his palm, recklessly channeling into Lin Yuan's back, protecting his heart meridian.

Huang Rong followed closely behind. Her face was ashen, and her three fingers, held together like cold iron clamps, precisely gripped Lin Yuan's wrist.

The pulse was extremely disordered, like a raging storm.

Huang Rong's brows furrowed tightly as a tiny wisp of Peach Blossom Island internal energy probed into Lin Yuan's body through her fingertips.

empty.

The Toad Style internal energy that had been lingering in the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin last night had vanished completely. Even more strangely, this kid's meridians were unusually wide, far exceeding those of ordinary martial artists, but they were completely empty inside, without the slightest trace of internal energy flowing through them, like a wide, dried-up riverbed.

When the vital energy dissipates, the foundation is completely destroyed.

Huang Rong slowly withdrew her finger, the murderous intent in her eyes fading by three points, but her unfathomable doubt intensified by five. How could the meridians of an ordinary person who had only practiced martial arts for a few days be expanded to such an extent?

Nourished by his inner strength, Lin Yuan opened his eyes with great difficulty.

In those eyes, there was no resentment, no sharpness, only the purest weakness and fear of a lowly ant facing a life-or-death ordeal.

"Master Guo... Madam Guo..." Lin Yuan's voice was weak and trembling.

Huang Rong looked down into his eyes, her tone so calm it revealed no emotion: "A sudden high fever occurred in the cabin just now. What happened to you?"

Lin Yuan flinched, a perfectly timed look of lingering fear welling up in his eyes: "I...I don't know. After that old man slapped me last night, I felt a cold energy cutting into my flesh. Then the package the heroine gave me exploded, and I inhaled a burst of hot energy...Just now, those two energies were fighting inside my stomach, and suddenly they exploded. I felt like my internal organs were burned through, and then..."

He went mad from practicing qi cultivation, and the conflict between his yin and yang energies caused his body to explode.

This explanation perfectly matched his current pulse condition: "wide meridians but no internal energy." The true energy of two top masters clashed within his body, forcibly widening his meridians before both perishing together. For an ordinary person, this would be certain death. This kid was incredibly lucky; he only had his foundation destroyed and survived.

Huang Rong nodded slightly and didn't ask any further questions. She bent down to pick up the dog-beating stick, turned around, and walked out of the lower deck.

Guo Jing let out a long breath and patted Lin Yuan's shoulder with pity in his eyes: "Brother Lin, the chaotic internal energy in your body has dissipated, which is a great relief. Your body is too weak, so rest well. When we get to the island, I'll have Rong'er prepare some medicine to strengthen your body and replenish your vital energy."

"Thank you so much, Master Guo... for saving my life." Lin Yuan lowered his head, perfectly concealing the cold sarcasm in his eyes.

The extreme game on the edge of a knife, the first hurdle has been overcome.

……

In the early morning, the river mist gradually dissipated.

The awning boat docked. Guo Jing carried the weakened Lin Yuan onto the gangplank, while Yang Guo, rubbing his swollen eyes, followed closely behind.

As far as the eye can see, peach blossoms cover the mountains and fields like weeping blood, and waves crash against the rocks, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

Peach Blossom Island.

In his third suicide note, he mentioned the burial place that had stripped him of everything and left him in despair, waiting to die.

Lin Yuan lay on Guo Jing's broad back, coldly observing the peach trees arranged in accordance with the principles of Qimen Dunjia, his expression wooden and submissive.

On the shore, the Wu brothers and Guo Fu had been waiting for a long time. Guo Fu, dressed in brocade, caught sight of Lin Yuan on Guo Jing's back, wrinkled her nose in disgust, covered her mouth, and backed away, saying, "Father! This little beggar smells awful! Don't let him near me!"

"Fu'er! How dare you be so rude!" Guo Jing scolded sternly. "Brother Lin is seriously injured and needs to rest."

Huang Rong, walking at the front, directed the mute servants to carry the luggage. She didn't turn around, but her peripheral vision remained fixed on Lin Yuan. Although the boy's meridians were empty, his unusually broad bones were like a hidden sword hanging over his head. The lesson of Yang Kang was still fresh in her mind; she would never leave a potential threat beside her bed that could bite her at any moment.

The medicinal diet plan must proceed as scheduled.

Lin Yuan was settled in an extremely quiet guest room on the south side. The calming sandalwood incense burned on the rosewood table, and outside the window was a vast peach orchard, with petals falling everywhere.

Guo Jing gave Yang a few careful instructions, then led him to pay respects to his master, Ke Zhen'e.

Before leaving, Yang Guo clung tightly to the door frame, his eyes stubborn: "Brother Lin, you should rest well. I'll definitely come to see you later."

"Go ahead, listen to Master Guo's advice." Lin Yuan smiled weakly.

The door closed.

Lin Yuan was the only one left in the room.

One second Lin Yuan was on the verge of death, the next he silently sat up straight on the bed. He sat cross-legged, concentrating on the intoxicating power within his body.

Deep within his dantian, the dark red "Monarch's Flame Inner Fire" lay dormant. Grade A dragon blood, like strands of dark golden dragons, flowed slowly through his broad meridians, repairing his damaged body at an inhuman speed. His power hadn't vanished; it had simply donned a top-secret disguise that no martial arts master could see through.

"Tap, tap."

Extremely faint footsteps stopped outside the door.

The door was pushed open, and a deaf and mute servant in blue robes entered carrying a mahogany tray. In the center of the tray was an exquisite white porcelain bowl filled with dark brown medicinal soup, steaming hot.

The mute servant placed the medicine on the table, gestured for Lin Yuan to drink it while it was hot, and then bowed and left.

Lin Yuan slowly stood up, walked to the table, and looked down at the bowl of medicinal soup.

A very faint, peculiar fragrance is perfectly hidden within the strong aroma of angelica and rehmannia. The average person's nose cannot detect it at all.

But Lin Yuan, having undergone the baptism of dragon blood, already possessed senses far surpassing those of mortals. With just a sniff, he was able to pinpoint the deeply hidden, malevolent medicinal properties with remarkable accuracy.

Softening Tendon Powder.

The secret medicine of Peach Blossom Island is colorless and odorless. It can silently dissolve internal energy and shrink meridians, turning a top genius into a cripple who can't even hold a bowl.

Huang Rong, as expected, made her move.

Lin Yuan stared at the rising steam from the bowl, a dangerous smile suddenly playing on his lips. He didn't pour out the medicine, nor did he hesitate at all.

He picked up the white porcelain bowl, tilted his head back, and drank the bowl of muscle-softening powder, which was enough to cripple martial arts masters, in one gulp, as if it were plain water!

The icy liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, and the insidious medicinal power exploded instantly, attempting to erode his meridians.

However, the next second.

The "Inner Flame of the Sovereign" within his dantian suddenly surged!

The dark golden dragon blood, like a rabid shark that has smelled the blood of its prey, instantly enveloped and devoured the chilling medicinal power!

laugh!

The poison, which was enough to destroy one's internal energy, was instantly refined under the terrifying high temperature of the dragon bloodline, turning into the purest nutrients that nourished Lin Yuan's limbs and bones.

Lin Yuan put down the empty bowl and casually wiped the brown medicine from the corner of his mouth with his rough sleeve.

In the quiet, daytime guest room, he slowly raised his eyes.

A pair of golden eyes with dark gold vertical stripes, like two blazing suns lying dormant at the bottom of an abyss, suddenly shone brightly.