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

Do you like Little Dragon Girl?

Lin Yuan's voice wasn't loud. There was no true energy involved, no deliberate pressure; he simply uttered a common question in the still-lingering night air, amidst the lingering scent of blood.

However, those seven simple words plunged the entire open space behind the mountain into a deathly silence.

Even the wind seemed to have stopped.

The extinguished torches emitted wisps of smoke. Wang Chu, who was lying in the mud, was struck as if by lightning. He suddenly raised his head, his face filled with horror.

The surviving Quanzhen Taoist priests gasped in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.

During the Southern Song Dynasty, Neo-Confucianism flourished, and ritual and law were paramount. The distinction between teacher and student, and between superior and inferior, was absolute.

For these Taoist practitioners, for a disciple to develop romantic feelings for his master is an act worse than that of a pig or a dog, a shameful act that will be condemned by the world for all time!

Lin Yuan's words were like tearing open the most taboo secret of the Southern Song martial arts world in front of hundreds of people.

Yang Guo stood there, stunned.

His hand gripping the sword hilt froze, his heart pounding wildly in his chest like a war drum.

For six years, the days and nights in the ancient tomb were shrouded in darkness, the biting cold of the jade bed contrasted with the warmth of the mingling of true energy...

Those deepest, suppressed feelings he dared not even face himself were laid bare by Lin Yuan's words.

He turned his head and looked at the Little Dragon Girl standing in the dim light of the fire.

Dressed in pristine white, with a few mud stains on her skirt, Xiaolongnu did not avoid Yang Guo's gaze. Her clear, cool eyes looked at him, pure, clean, and untouched by any worldly dust.

The Ancient Tomb Sect is free from worldly constraints.

She didn't understand the ethics and norms of the outside world; all she knew was that for the past six years, Yang Guo had been the only vibrant light in her desolate grave.

"I……"

Yang Guo opened his mouth, his throat dry and sore.

Out of the corner of his eye, he clearly saw the Quanzhen Taoist priests kneeling in the mud.

Even though they were terrified by Lin Yuan's martial prowess, their eyes still held undisguised contempt and horror as they looked at him.

That kind of high-handed, worldly judgment instantly ignited the most unruly and wild blood in Yang Guo's bones.

Clang.

Yang Guo released his grip, and the longsword that had just killed Zhao Zhijing and was stained with the blood of his enemy was carelessly discarded on the bluestone slab.

He turned around to face Lin Yuan, his back, covered in mud and blood, standing straight as a spear.

"I like it." Yang Guo gritted his teeth, squeezing the voice out from the deepest part of his chest.

Then, he suddenly raised his head, and with all his might, unleashed the emotions he had suppressed for six years into a roar that echoed throughout Zhongnan Mountain: "I love my aunt! I want to marry her! Anyone who dares to utter a single word against it, I, Yang Guo, will kill them!"

It struck with a resounding thud, shattering the darkness.

Wang Chuyi closed his eyes in pain and let out a long sigh.

The Quanzhen Sect's century-old reputation has been ruined, and now even its secular ethics and moral principles have been trampled into the mud tonight. Several rigid Quanzhen disciples trembled with anger, yet they couldn't even muster the courage to draw their swords.

Lin Yuan looked at Yang Guo, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and a hint of undisguised admiration flashed in his deep eyes.

He turned to look at Wang Chuyi, who was lying on the ground, and said in an infuriatingly calm tone, "Did you hear that? He's going to marry his master."

Wang Chuyi trembled violently, buried his head in the mud, and dared not even breathe.

"Worldly customs and etiquette mean nothing to me."

Lin Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his dark golden vertical pupils coldly sweeping across the entire scene, like a god judging mortals:

"My brother Lin Yuan can marry whomever he wants. Don't like it? Then keep it to yourself. Want to reason with me? Tell him to come to me with his sword."

Lin Yuan walked up to Wang Chuyi, looking down at him condescendingly: "The Quanzhen Sect is disbanded. You may spread Yin Zhiping's scandals and Yang Guo's words today all you want throughout the martial world. I'm waiting for all the heroes of the land to come and discuss the rules with me."

Wang Chuyi broke out in a cold sweat and repeatedly agreed. He realized with despair that this gray-robed youth didn't care about being a public enemy of the martial arts world; he was using the Quanzhen Sect as a mouthpiece to issue a challenge to the entire martial arts world of the Southern Song Dynasty!

"My good son! Get married! Dad will teach your wife Toad Kung Fu!"

Ouyang Feng suddenly clapped his hands and burst into laughter. The maniacal laughter shattered the suffocating atmosphere of tension.

He gesticulated wildly as he approached Xiaolongnu, his body uncontrollably radiating the domineering and sinister aura of his Toad Style Kung Fu.

Little Dragon Girl frowned slightly, but did not take a step back.

Lin Yuan turned his head to the side.

Within his dantian, the true essence crystal that had transcended dimensions rotated slightly.

An invisible pressure, surpassing the limits of this world, emanated from his body, like an invisible mountain, and crashed down on Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng's laughter stopped abruptly.

The raging Toad Style internal energy within him instantly melted away like ice and snow, and was forcibly suppressed and killed in his dantian.

Extreme fear erupted in his crazed eyes. He retreated repeatedly, hiding behind Yang Guo like a frightened old cat, peeking out half his head and staring at Lin Yuan in horror.

"Take him with you." Lin Yuan withdrew his oppressive aura and instructed Yang Guo, "Leaving that madman in Zhongnan Mountain will only cause trouble."

Yang Guo nodded and grabbed Ouyang Feng's arm: "Brother Lin, where are we going?"

Six years ago, Lin Yuan helped him escape from Peach Blossom Island; today, Lin Yuan led him to raze Chongyang Palace to the ground. Yang Guo had long regarded Lin Yuan as his absolute pillar of support.

"Dasheng Pass, Lujiazhuang".

Lin Yuan raised his head, his deep gaze fixed on the southern night sky.

"Guo Jing and Huang Rong are there issuing invitations to heroes from all over the land, gathering them to fight against the Mongol army. Judging by the days, this gathering of heroes should begin soon."

Upon hearing the names Guo Jing and Huang Rong, Yang Guo's brows furrowed instantly.

Six years ago, the frustrating memories of living under someone else's roof on Peach Blossom Island and nearly losing my life flooded back to my mind like a tidal wave.

"What are you going there for?"

Yang Guo clenched his fists, a fierce glint in his eyes. "What does their heroes' gathering have to do with us?"

Lin Yuan turned around, started walking down the mountain. His gray Taoist robe fluttered in the night wind.

"Let's go cause trouble."

Lin Yuan's voice drifted on the wind, flat and even, yet it carried an arrogance that could shake the heavens and earth:

"The score from Peach Blossom Island six years ago should be settled, with interest. And while we're at it, let the world see for itself... from this day forward, who truly rules all the realms!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo's blood boiled with righteous indignation. He turned to Xiaolongnu and said, "Aunt, let's go."

Little Dragon Girl nodded gently. The two followed Lin Yuan's steps side by side.

Ouyang Feng followed behind, hopping and skipping, muttering incomprehensible nonsense.

The four of them walked further and further away, completely disappearing into the night of Zhongnan Mountain.

On the open ground behind the mountain.

Hundreds of Quanzhen disciples knelt in the mud and blood, unable to rise for a long time. The old order was ruthlessly crushed tonight.

With the help of his disciples, Wang Chuyi stood up shakily, looking at the broken swords scattered on the ground and the unconscious Qiu Chuji, tears streaming down his face.

"The mountain is closed... Take off your Taoist robes... Disperse."

Wang Chuyi waved his hand, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

The Quanzhen Sect, once a powerful force in the martial arts world, was brought to a humiliating end on this blood-red night by a gray-robed youth.