[Wuxia] First Travel to The Condor Heroes, Then to the Tang Dynasty (Complete) - 4

Chapter Thirty-Three: Encountering a Barbarian Woman on the Way Down the Mountain

"Sister, judging from your appearance, it seems you've already entered the Innate Realm, haven't you?" Yang Liming suddenly asked, noticing Lin Yu's even more perfect face and aura than before. It seemed only this could cause someone to suddenly become younger and undergo such a dramatic change. Lin Yu smiled, took a few steps back, and summoned her powerful inner strength. A surge of aura pressed down on Yang Liming, and a protective shield composed of inner strength appeared around her. "Hehe, little thief, sister has finally entered the Innate Realm, just like Miss did back then!" Even if she didn't say it, Yang Liming was already certain. Feeling the air around him suddenly thicken, coupled with the oppressive aura emanating from Lin Yu, which tightly locked him in place, rendering him unable to move, Yang Liming felt a striking resemblance to the feeling he had experienced with Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic. Although Lin Yu's aura seemed slightly weaker than Huang Yaoshi's, this didn't prevent Yang Liming from concluding that Lin Yu had reached the Innate Realm. After all, Huang Yaoshi had been at the Innate Realm for many years, so it was only natural that he was stronger than Lin Yu, a newbie who had just entered the Innate Realm. "Alright, sister, stop using your aura to suppress me. If you damage my body, who will give you happiness in the future?" Yang Liming said to Lin Yu, feigning pitifulness. Lin Yu didn't understand his meaning. Although she was excited about entering the Innate Realm, seeing Yang Liming's appearance, she felt she shouldn't bully him. She withdrew her aura, grabbed Yang Liming's arm, and said eagerly, "Little thief, will you stay in the Ancient Tomb? I'll teach you the martial arts of our Ancient Tomb." Lin Yu had fought with Yang Liming before and knew that although he possessed considerable skill, he didn't have many martial arts techniques. Of course, her main wish was for Yang Liming to stay by her side. Hence, she made this request. Seeing Lin Yu's expectant look, how could Yang Liming refuse? He genuinely had the idea of settling down in the Ancient Tomb. In his opinion, home in the Ancient Tomb was much safer than in the Quanzhen Sect. He pulled Lin Yu into his arms and said, "Sister, there's something I must tell you. Actually, besides you, I also have…" "Besides me, there are other women, right?" Yang Liming hadn't finished speaking when Lin Yu interrupted. "Hehe, how did you know? Why did I say that?" Yang Liming looked at Lin Yu somewhat embarrassedly. Lin Yu pouted slightly, saying, "I'm not blind. How could I not see your relationship with that Miss Mu outside? And with your personality—you stare wide-eyed, shifty-eyed, and handsy when you see a pretty girl—I can be sure you'll attract other female confidantes besides Miss Mu and me in the future." "Hehehehe, I didn't expect you to know my good points so clearly, sister," Yang Liming chuckled shamelessly. Lin Yu gave him a charmingly lewd look and said, "Fine, as long as you're my little thief, that's enough." "What do I care how many women you have?" "So, sister, you don't object to Nianci living here too?" Seeing Lin Yu nod, Yang Liming smiled. He hadn't expected his sister to be so generous. The next day, Yang Liming, along with Yang Tiexin and Bao Ruoxi, returned to the Quanzhen Sect to inherit the position of sect leader. In reality, inheriting the position was just a formality; he simply greeted the disciples and said, "Hey, guys, I'm your new boss now. You'll be following this young and promising guy from now on!" Although some disciples were reluctant to have someone who looked only about twenty years old as their leader, they had no choice but to accept the support of the seven senior members of the sect. They respectfully greeted their new leader. Having just inherited the position, Yang Liming appointed Ma Yu, the former sect leader, as deputy leader and delegated all sect affairs to him, becoming a hands-off leader. His only task was to go to the Quanzhen Sect's training grounds... In the training room, he would select martial arts manuals that caught his eye. He would then secretly bring them to the Ancient Tomb to practice with Lin Yu and the other girls. (This doesn't include...) The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were helpless about this; their master's dying wish was for Yang Liming to become the sect leader. Since he had already taken the position, whether he was in charge or not was up to him. Three months passed quickly. During these three months, besides diligently practicing his martial arts every day, Yang Liming spent his time flirting with Mu Nianci and Lin Yu, and occasionally teasing the little girl Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu, whom Lin Yu had recently taken as her closed-door disciple. He lived a carefree life. On this day, he finally mastered most of the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect and the Ancient Tomb Sect. There was no way around it; with the Seven Masters of Quanzhen and Lin Yu's unreserved teaching, coupled with his already considerable internal energy, learning these martial arts techniques was quite fast. "It's time to go down the mountain. I only have nine months left. Within nine months, I must enter the Innate Realm. Otherwise, how can I hold my head high when I see Huang Yaoshi and Rong'er?" Sitting in the training room of the ancient tomb, Yang Liming made a decision in his heart and silently vowed to himself. "Giddy up, giddy up!" A young man galloped along the main road on horseback. On horseback, Yang Liming thought of the scene when he said goodbye to the two women last night, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. Their words, "Go ahead, we know you're going to bring Rong'er back. As long as you think of us every day, we'll be satisfied," moved him deeply. Ah! With such wives, what more could a husband ask for?! Yang Liming was heading towards Xiangyang, his goal naturally being the gallbladders of the strange snakes in Dugu Qiubai's territory. He really missed those gallbladders that could enhance his power. Passing through a small town called Changde, Yang Liming dismounted, intending to rest there for the day before continuing his journey tomorrow. He rubbed his slightly sore buttocks from the horse's jolting and thought, "If it weren't for not wanting to appear too different, I would have taken out those two sports cars from my storage ring long ago. Why bother riding a horse and suffering like this?" He quietly entered the largest hotel in the area and sat down by the window. He casually ordered two dishes and a pot of wine, then leisurely poured himself a drink. Seeing that the hotel was already packed with customers and every seat was taken, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old walked in, followed by four burly men. Instantly, the noisy room fell silent. Some of the men, with food in their mouths, ate with their mouths agape, unaware that food was dripping from their lips. Yang Liming, who was drinking and admiring the view outside the window, suddenly felt the silence and turned around in surprise. He saw a girl with a cold, aloof expression, snow-white skin, and an air of arrogance, standing gracefully in the center of the hotel, followed by four burly men. The girl's appearance was not much less striking than the girls beside him, but her brows were furrowed, revealing her impatience. The girl looked around and, finding no empty seats, set her sights on Yang Liming's table, as he was the only one occupying it. "Waiter, go and make him sit at the same table as someone else. I want to sit at that table!" The girl pointed at Lu Zhanyuan and shouted at the waiter, her expression one of utter self-righteousness and disdain. Her clear voice echoed throughout the hall. Yang Liming, of course, heard it too. He rolled his eyes, thinking, "Damn, so spoiled! Is she some kind of 'Guo Fu' from The Return of the Condor Heroes who's transmigrated into The Legend of the Condor Heroes? Uh, it seems quite possible." The waiter seemed to recognize the girl. His expression was a mixture of flattery and fear. He hurriedly ran to Yang Liming, his face contorted with a mournful expression, "Young master, you heard everything, please do me a favor. That young lady is not to be trifled with; she's the precious daughter of the prefect!" Yang Liming rolled his eyes again. "Damn it again, is this the protagonist effect? I run into trouble wherever I go..." (Please recommend and favorite this chapter!) Chapter Thirty-Four: I'm a Spoiled Girl!! (Brothers, please recommend and favorite!)

Chapter 34: I'm a Spoiled Girl (Brothers, please recommend and collect!) "You think I'll just give in like that? Do you think I'm easy to bully?" Hearing Yang Liming's words, the waiter stammered, not daring to speak. Don't underestimate this lowly waiter; he has a keen eye for people. Seeing Yang Liming's indifferent expression upon hearing the name of the prefect's daughter (it's the prefect, I wrote county magistrate in the previous chapter, I'll correct it immediately), he knew this young master was no pushover. He was anxious; this man dared not give the prefect any face on his own turf. He feared he would cause trouble in the shop, and then leave, leaving the entire hotel to suffer. The waiter wiped the sweat from his face, helpless. Wanting to continue persuading her, he saw Yang Liming glare at him and say, "Get out of the way, don't disturb my drinking. There are still three empty sides of this table. Anyone who wants to sit can sit. You want me to move? Are you out of your mind?" His loud and domineering voice echoed throughout the hall. Instantly, all the patrons stared blankly at Yang Liming, wondering if he had lost his mind. Didn't they see the several burly men following behind that unruly girl? The girl's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she drew a whip from her person, pointing it at Yang Liming and scolding, "Where did this brat come from, daring to act wildly towards me? You're asking for trouble!" Yang Liming thought with contempt, another spoiled "canary" who didn't know her place. He never liked to give such people a friendly look. Impatiently waving his hand, he said, "What's going on?! A young lady like you, brandishing whips and swords, has no ladylike manners at all. Aren't you afraid of not being able to get married in the future? Even if you do get married, if you don't know how to be gentle and considerate, your husband will probably divorce you. So I'm telling you, put away your whip, be a lady and come over here quietly, okay? Don't nag in my ear, I'm getting impatient. Do you believe I'll spank you?" He was truly silent until he spoke, and then he shocked everyone! The girl, pampered by her official parents since childhood, had never been insulted like this before. She stood there stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, her anger boiled over, and her face turned bright red. In ancient times, women were expected to follow the three obediences and four virtues, and they valued their reputation extremely highly. Now, to be spoken to like this by a man, as if she really couldn't get married, and what was even more infuriating was that he even said he would spank her. How could she let this go? She shoved aside the waiter in front of Yang Liming and roared at him, "You lecherous scoundrel, say that again if you dare! Kneel down and kowtow to apologize to me now, or I'll break your legs!" Yang Liming glanced at her disdainfully and said, "I heard your father is an official, right? Judging by your attitude, it's a complete waste of public funds. My share of the government's taxes goes to me, and my share goes to the public grain you eat. To put it bluntly, we taxpayers are your providers, and you public servants are supposed to serve us. I don't know where you get this arrogant attitude, treating your providers so rudely. Does that mean my taxes are being paid in vain?" "You, you—" The spoiled young lady was speechless with anger at his unreasonable arguments. Turning around, she ordered the burly men behind her, "I suspect this brat is a lecher. Go and grab him and make him kowtow and admit his mistake." "Pfft!" Yang Liming spat out the wine he had just drunk when he heard the unreasonable words of this spoiled young lady. "Nonsense! I just met you, how did you become a lecher? Even if I really were a lecher, it's not like I'd be kowtowing to you, is it? Do you remember the day I took you, you spoiled brat, to bed and had my way with you?" Hearing the spoiled young lady's words, the constables quickly moved, surrounding Yang Liming and shouting, "You brat, did you hear what our young lady said? Hurry up and get to her! Do you want us brothers to take action?" Yang Liming laughed, "You spoiled brat, the country has its laws, and the family has its rules. You think you can arrest me just because you say so? What a joke! I'm not giving you a damn. Hahahaha." "How dare you! Get over here right now!" A burly man very close to Yang Liming cursed angrily and tried to pull him away. "But how could ordinary people like them, who haven't even entered the realm of martial arts, possibly pull Yang Liming, a martial arts master who has almost stepped into the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm, back down?" Yang Liming kicked him to the ground: "Since you're not going to be polite to me, then I won't be polite to you either." The bodyguards in the prefect's mansion, usually arrogant and domineering, had never been bullied like this before. Immediately, several of them rolled up their sleeves and rushed towards Yang Liming. Seeing her companions make a move, the spoiled young lady also let out a soft cry and actually stretched out a whip, slashing fiercely at Yang Liming's face. This spoiled girl is too ruthless, Yang Liming cursed inwardly, "Today I'll teach you a lesson, let you know how terrible the anger of the people is, and why the flowers are so red." "Using three layers of his power, he slapped away the burly men who usually bullied him, sending them sprawling on the ground howling in pain. They couldn't get up for a while. Then, with a swift pull, he caught the whip. The spoiled young lady struggled fiercely, her face flushed red, but the whip didn't budge. "Let go!" the spoiled young lady roared. Yang Liming pulled the whip sharply, and the spoiled young lady, in pain, lost her grip. With a soft groan, the whip fell into Yang Liming's hand. Enraged, the spoiled young lady drew her longsword and, aiming for Yang Liming's chest, thrust it fiercely at him. Damn, this girl is really ruthless! She even carries a weapon. I didn't even have a whip, and now she's pulled out a sword." Yang Liming's anger was completely ignited. He snatched the sword from her hand, grabbed her small hand, and increased the pressure on her wrist. The spoiled young lady cried out in pain, her wrist already red and swollen from his grip. Not giving up, she fiercely extended her other hand, which he hadn't caught, and threw a punch straight at his eye socket. Yang Liming turned his head, deflecting her small fist, lowering his body, and with lightning speed, his hands reached out towards her. The spoiled young lady felt a sudden lightness in her body and cried out in surprise. She was suddenly lifted into the air, her waist held firmly in his hands, like a clay doll suspended in mid-air, unable even to retract her outstretched fist. "Let me go! Let me go!" "The spoiled young lady screamed desperately. In front of everyone, a young girl was being held up like this, her waist held high, suspended in mid-air; one can imagine the shame, anger, and anxiety she felt. She let out a scream, kicking her legs wildly, trying to kick Yang Liming in the stomach... Even when held captive, she was still so barbaric. Yang Liming pressed down hard on her waist with both hands, and the spoiled young lady could no longer exert any strength. Yang Liming turned her body upside down, grabbing her calves with both hands, making her head upside down, a position even more humiliating than being suspended in mid-air. The spoiled young lady felt her blood rushing to her head. "You villain, if I, Tao Wanying, don't kill you, I'm not a Tao!" the spoiled young lady wailed. At this moment, the burly men also managed to stand up, seeing their young lady being insulted. They wanted to come to her aid, but remembering Yang Liming's superior skills, they dared not approach. "You, you assaulted the prefect's daughter, our magistrate will never let you get away with this." "A burly man said boldly. Yang Liming snorted coldly and leaped up. He slapped each of the burly men again, making them continue crawling back to the ground, still dizzy and disoriented. Yang Liming hated being threatened. "Slap, slap." He slapped the little bottom of the girl who called herself Tao Wanying, the spoiled young lady. Yang Liming said mischievously, "Say it twice, 'I'm a spoiled girl,' and I'll let you go." This daughter of the prefect was humiliated to death by being slapped in front of so many people. She immediately started cursing at Yang Liming while crying. Only after being slapped a few more times did she finally realize that the situation was against her, and she cried out softly, "I'm a spoiled girl, I'm a spoiled girl." Seeing that she had given in, Yang Liming lost the will to argue with such a little girl. He said, "Seeing how obedient you are, I'll let you go this time." "As he spoke, he suddenly released his grip on Tao Wanying, causing her to fall flat on the ground. She cried out in pain, her bottom bruised and battered. She was both ashamed and angry, speechless, pointing at Yang Liming and 'You...you ...

Chapter Thirty-Five: You've Been Tricked! Yang Liming saw Tao Wanying leave with teary eyes, seemingly quite badly injured. "Uh…did I go too far?" Yang Liming scratched his head, but thinking about Tao Wanying's arrogant and domineering behavior, this punishment was quite satisfying. Didn't he see everyone around him admiring him like a hero? Heh…he punished the unruly girl and gained everyone's admiration at the same time, truly killing two birds with one stone, making a double impact…uh, the last word doesn't seem quite right, but who cares, as long as he's happy. Yang Liming didn't notice that the people around him weren't admiring him at all, but looking at him like he was crazy. This guy's got a death wish! How dare he bully the prefect's precious daughter like this on the prefect's territory! At this moment, the waiter approached Yang Liming and said obsequiously, "Young master, you haven't finished eating yet, have you? I'll bring you another table right away." "Huh! Why is this waiter treating me? Not bad, not bad. This hotel is quite considerate, knowing I'd just had a bad day. Offering to treat me, perhaps they were intimidated by my earlier display of prowess?" Yang Liming thought smugly. The waiter changed his table, and Yang Liming sat down by the window, comfortably enjoying the 40-year-old sorghum liquor served by the hotel. Just as Yang Liming had drunk half a pot of liquor and eaten about half his fill, the burly men on the ground finally managed to get up. They looked at Yang Liming as if he were a plague carrier and hurriedly ran out of the hotel. Yang Liming ignored those small fry. He didn't leave until he had almost finished eating. But to his surprise, the waiter came back as soon as he lifted his foot, his face once again beaming with obsequiousness, saying, "Young master, please don't leave yet. We're so sorry to have spoiled your mood. Please sit down and have another drink." Seeing his eagerness, Yang Liming couldn't bear to refuse his "kindness" and said, "Alright, since you've said so, thank you very much, waiter. I'll stay and have another drink." Sipping his drink, Yang Liming thought to himself, "This hotel is truly amazing. It really touches my heart!" But what happened afterward changed everything. Every time Yang Liming tried to leave, the waiter would appear out of nowhere and politely try to persuade him to stay. Once or twice was fine. But… “Bang!” Yang Liming kicked over a chair in the hotel, pointed at the waiter in front of him, and shouted, “Bullshit! What do you want? This is the ninth time already! Are you going to let me leave or not? I’m telling you, if you stop me again, don’t blame me for being rude!” If it weren’t for the waiter’s seemingly kind intentions—treating him to meals and giving him massages—Yang Liming would have kicked him away long ago. Just as Yang Liming was about to leave the hotel, the waiter suddenly knelt down in front of him, kowtowing repeatedly. He looked like he was about to cry, pleading, “My lord, I’ll call you grandpa, please don’t go! Wait a little longer!” “Damn it, you’re a lunatic.” Yang Liming completely dismissed him as a madman who had escaped from a mental hospital. He ignored him, walked past him, and headed for the hotel entrance. But the madman waiter who had escaped from the mental hospital seemed determined to keep him occupied. Tears and snot streaming down her face, she rushed over and grabbed Yang Liming's trouser leg, refusing to let go. She mumbled incoherently, "Don't go! Our boss has already gone to inform them. Please stay a little longer." Yang Liming didn't care what she meant by "information." Just as he was about to kick the madman away, a commotion erupted in the street. Fifteen or sixteen constables in uniform, each with a large knife strapped to their waist, stormed into the hotel lobby. The hotel guests scurried along the walls, trying to avoid them, and the hotel staff hid in fear. The constables looked around and fixed their eyes on Yang Liming, now the only one left in the lobby. One of the leading constables waved to a burly man in bright clothes behind him, saying, "Boss Zhu, is this the one who caused trouble in your hotel and dared to harass a respectable woman, the daughter of the prefect?" He pointed at Yang Liming. The fat shopkeeper, Mr. Zhu, quickly stepped forward and called to the waiter on the ground, "Little Zhuo, why aren't you coming over here? Quickly point out that audacious criminal to Constable Wu!" The waiter, Little Zhuo, had perked up the moment he saw these people enter, completely unlike his earlier sorrowful expression as if he were about to part ways with Yang Liming! He jumped up and scurried over to Mr. Zhu and Constable Wu. Gone was his earlier respect for Yang Liming; one hand on his hip, the other pointing at Yang Liming, he said to Constable Wu, "This is the thief! He was rude to the Prefect's daughter, Miss Tao. Under Mr. Zhu's wise leadership, I, Little Zhuo, used all the skills he taught me, and finally, as expected, delayed this villain here until the arrival of the great Constable Wu. Now I hand him over to you, Constable Wu." As he spoke, he gestured to Mr. Zhu and Constable Wu, repeatedly demonstrating how hard he had worked and how brave he had been. "Excellent, Boss Zhu, I will report your merits to the Prefect." "Hehe, thank you so much, Officer Wu, thank you so much, Officer Wu!" The fat boss bowed repeatedly to the head constable. Then he said to the waiter, "Little Zhuo, you did a great job this time. I plan to double your salary." The waiter was overjoyed. Yang Liming now understood what had happened! It turned out that the reason the hotel kept him and treated him so well was because they were afraid that after he left, the officials would come and not be able to find him, and would take their anger out on the hotel. They were keeping him to hand over to the officials. This not only resolved the crisis for their hotel, but also allowed them to establish a connection with the Prefect. It was truly killing two birds with one stone. This was different from Yang Liming, the imposter. Yang Liming was now very angry. He had originally thought that his powerful display when he taught Tao Wanying a lesson had shocked everyone. It turned out that this was the reason. He had even thought the hotel was being kind. He'd been so cocky all that time. Now all he felt was a few crows cawing overhead. The sky outside seemed to spell out, "You've been tricked!" He glared at the constables and waiters opposite him, and said in a dark voice, "You dare to trick this young master…!" (Please give the author some hope!) (The author will try harder to write.)

In Chapter Thirty-Six, Guo Jing and the Six Heroes addressed the constables and waiters opposite them with a sinister expression, "You dare to play tricks on me, young master!" The waiter and Boss Zhu were startled by his grim face. However, remembering the dozen or so burly men with knives behind them, they mustered their courage. Constable Wu, looking up at Yang Liming, shouted, "You brat over there! Surrender immediately!" "Damn it, I don't care about you, and you're still going to get cocky!" "Surrender my ass! If you've got the guts, come and arrest me! A bunch of useless trash! Besides sucking up to your superiors and bullying us common folk, what else can you do? You've wasted the honorable title of 'police officer'!" "How dare you! Do you even respect the law?" Although they didn't understand what he meant by "police officer," they could tell from his expression that he wasn't praising them. A constable very close to Yang Liming cursed and was about to slap him. "Be careful!" The waiter, knowing Yang Liming's prowess, couldn't help but warn the constable. However, the constable, eager to teach Yang Liming a lesson and show off in front of everyone, paid no heed to the waiter's words. He charged forward—looking for a beating. "Pfft!" The other constables were shocked. They saw the young man casually flick his sleeve, his arm swiftly striking the constable who had asked for a beating. They saw the constable vomit blood repeatedly. He flew back towards them, knocking one of his companions away, and continued flying several meters before finally landing. Seeing the dents in his chest, everyone knew that this guy, even if he wasn't dead, was only half-dead. His companion, needless to say, fell into a coma. "Tear!" Seeing the power of Yang Liming's casual strike, the constables, including their leader, Constable Wu, all gasped in shock. The waiter and the portly shopkeeper turned pale. "This guy's tough, attack together!" Officer Wu was the first to react, shouting to boost morale. He drew his sword and charged at Yang Liming. The constables of Changde Prefecture, usually so arrogant and domineering, had never been so humiliated. Seeing their leader attack, the others also drew their swords and rushed forward. They thought to themselves with a sliver of hope, "No matter how strong he is, he's just one person, unarmed. If we all attack together, we can surely take him down!" "Damn, tough guy? Is this a constable or a bandit?" Yang Liming thought to himself, amused. Seeing them recklessly charging towards him, he naturally wouldn't hold back. "Using the Seven Star Steps of Quanzhen and the Ancient Tomb Beauty Fist, I quickly beat these bullies who only know how to rely on their power to the ground." In situations where the difference in strength is too great, unless there's an absolute numerical advantage, there's not much difference between one constable and a dozen. Watching Yang Liming approach them step by step, the waiter and the shopkeeper, Mr. Zhu, immediately knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy, "Sir, we were wrong, we..." Before they could finish speaking, Yang Liming slapped each of them. Just as he was about to teach them another lesson... "Stop, sir!" A woman's voice came from the hotel entrance. Yang Liming turned around and saw a strange group of seven men and women with unusual appearances and attire walking in. The one who spoke was the woman on the right. Why? Because among the seven, she was the only woman, and the only one who seemed relatively normal to Yang Liming. The leader was a blind man with a pointed face and tattered clothes, wielding a thick iron staff, and clearly had a fierce look on his face. Beside him was a scholar-looking fellow, slovenly in appearance, waving a broken paper fan. Among the others, one had a large, bulbous nose. Another looked dazed, another looked like a shrewd merchant. And there was a simple-minded, somewhat dim-witted-looking boy. "My goodness, only that beautiful woman is normal among these guys. Such an obvious combination, could it be the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan and that silly boy Guo Jing? Looks like it." Yang Liming nodded to himself. The blind man in the middle spoke. "Who are you? How dare you commit violence in broad daylight!" He slammed his iron staff on the ground. "I said, which eye of yours saw me commit violence? If you didn't see it, don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for defamation." Yang Liming was annoyed by the way the man immediately accused him. "I haven't offended you." When Yang Liming read *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, he didn't particularly like the Seven Immortals of Quanzhen, but he didn't dislike them either. Qiu Chuji, though a bit reckless, was still a worthy hero. (Those old Taoist priests who bullied Xiaolongnu in *The Return of the Condor Heroes* don't count.) Ma Yu was even more likable. However, regarding the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, aside from Han Xiaoying (due to her beauty), he couldn't find any reason not to dislike them. Therefore, he spoke rudely. Upon hearing Yang Liming's words, Ke Zhen'e's anger flared instantly. As the saying goes, don't expose someone's shortcomings, and Ke Zhen'e was blind. Yang Liming's words, "Which eye of yours saw me commit the crime? If you didn't see it, don't talk nonsense," were practically the same as calling him a blind man to his face. He angrily pointed at Yang Liming, his voice trembling, "You—you—" Then, he raised his large iron staff and brought it down on Yang Liming. As soon as Yang Liming uttered his words, he suddenly realized that his words seemed somewhat ambiguous, but he didn't bother to explain. He'd already insulted him; what did it matter? Who told him to be so rude to him? Seeing Ke Zhen'e angrily attack this young man, he felt even more contempt for him. He wasn't afraid of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan. Back then, even with the Seven Heroes plus the Jiao Mu Monk, they could only barely manage a draw against Qiu Chuji. Besides, now that Zhang Asheng was gone, only six remained. How could they possibly be taken seriously by Yang Liming, whose martial arts skills had surpassed Qiu Chuji's? With a cold snort, he turned and dodged the iron staff in Ke Zhen'e's hand, circling to his left and unleashing a powerful palm strike towards his chest. Ke Zhen'e groaned and staggered back several steps, his momentum carrying him to the ground, where he finally rolled helplessly. Ke Zhen'e coughed incessantly, spitting out a mouthful of blood, unable to rise from the ground. In fact, Yang Liming had already held back; otherwise, if that palm strike had been aimed at Ke Zhen'e's heart, he wouldn't be alive today. "Big Brother!" "Big Brother!!" Master! The other five heroes and Guo Jing hadn't even reacted before seeing their eldest brother (master) stagger back to the ground. They rushed forward to check on Ke Zhen'e's injuries. Guo Jing suddenly jumped out, angrily shouting, "Brother, you hurt my master! I must avenge him!" Yang Liming rolled his eyes. This guy was indeed a bit stupid. Shouting about avenging his master, and calling me "big brother"! Unbelievable! "Jing'er, come back quickly!" Han Xiaoying was the first to cry out anxiously. She now knew how terrifying this young man's martial arts were. She had initially thought he wasn't very skilled, given that he was only about the same age as Guo Jing. But even their eldest brother, the most skilled among them, couldn't last a single round against him. He was even stronger than Qiu Chuji, whom they, the seven siblings, had once considered a genius. Guo Jing is far inferior to Ke Zhen'e now; challenging him would be tantamount to suicide.

In Chapter 37, Yang Liming stared at the big, goofy guy with thick eyebrows and enviable luck, feeling a bit troubled. Actually, Yang Liming quite liked this simple-minded boy, completely brainwashed by loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness. His saying, "The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people," had filled Yang Liming with admiration since childhood. Of course, admiration aside, he wouldn't be that kind of person; knowingly doing the impossible wasn't his style. Now, to antagonize this great hero from the original story was something Yang Liming was really unwilling to do. After all, he had stolen the hero's wife from the original story, hadn't he? Now he was beating him up. Wouldn't that make him the villain? No way, Yang Liming shook his head. He was determined to be a good guy. His eyes darted around. Yang Liming clasped his hands in a respectful bow to Guo Jing and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, saying, "I was rude just now. When I saw you all come in, I assumed you were with the people on the ground. So I offended you all. But now, looking at you all more closely, you all have such upright faces, which is admirable. I was impetuous." Everyone likes to hear kind words, especially the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, who value their reputation highly. After hearing his words, they all straightened their backs. "So we have the air of great heroes!" The hostility in Guo Jing's eyes gradually faded. He was a straightforward person; even if someone treated him badly, he would still treat them well. Besides, Yang Liming was now sincerely apologizing to them. "Master doesn't seem to be seriously injured either." Guo Jing scratched his head, unsure of what to do. The heroes, including Ke Zhen'e, were still very unhappy, but their expressions were much better. They no longer had the feeling of wanting to rush up and fight Yang Liming. They were proud of their chivalry and were really embarrassed to rush over and fight Yang Liming now. Only Han Xiaoying gave him a cold, coquettish snort. "You injured my elder brother, do you think you can get away with it just because of a few words?" Han Xiaoying was in her thirties, the prime of her life. Sixteen years living in the desert hadn't diminished her charm; instead, it had added to her mature allure. Although she wasn't as beautiful or youthful as Huang Rong and the other women, Han Xiaoying's maturity and composure, honed by years of hardship, were something none of them could match. When Zhang Asheng died, Han Xiaoying had promised to marry into the Zhang family and wait for him for life. From then on, she never fell for another man. A young and beautiful woman, so devoted and loyal—what man in the world wouldn't respect her? Wouldn't he be tempted? It's a pity that this woman, who toiled her whole life, didn't receive the reward she deserved, and ultimately died at the hands of Yang Kang and the Western Poison. It's truly pitiful and lamentable. This woman didn't appear often in the original book, and every time Yang Liming read her descriptions, he felt her fate was too tragic. If it had been the beautiful Han Qixia who survived on Peach Blossom Island instead of the ruthless Blind Ke, perhaps the ending would have been much better? Yang Liming's dislike for the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan was mainly due to Ke Zhen'e. He especially disliked his bullying of Yang Guo in The Return of the Condor Heroes and Huang Rong in the original Legend of the Condor Heroes. But now that he had already vented his anger by striking him, there was no need to go against Guo Jing and Han Meiren. Ignoring Han Xiaoying's coldness, he smiled and said, "Yes, yes, you're right, miss. It was my oversight, of course I can't let it go like this." As he spoke, he took out the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill, the sacred healing medicine from Peach Blossom Island that Huang Rong had left him when she left. He handed the medicine to the bewildered Guo Jing, saying, "I have some medicine here to help you all." Ke Zhen'e, who had already recovered and stood up, slammed his iron staff down and said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "Hmph! You don't need to be like that. Your martial arts are so high; it was this old blind man who overestimated himself. But even if this old blind man is incompetent, I wouldn't let a complete stranger deliver medicine. I can only appreciate your kindness!" Yang Liming rolled his eyes inwardly. What a presumptuous move! I never said I'd be okay with you dying for me. If it weren't for Guo Jing and Han Meiren, I wouldn't even bother with you. Since you don't want it, I don't want to give it to you either. He was about to put the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill away when Han Xiaoying walked straight towards him, snatched the pill from his hand with her slender hand. Staring at him with her beautiful eyes and a cold face, she said, "Fine, I gave it to you. If you don't want it, I'll take it." Then she returned to Ke Zhen'e's side and handed him the medicine. Yang Liming shouted in his heart, "Damn it, why is this beauty acting like she's eaten gunpowder? Did I owe you something in my past life?" At this moment, Ke Zhen'e, Zhu Cong, Han Baoju, and the others all looked at Han Xiaoying with strange expressions, who seemed different from usual. "Little sister, you..." "Ah!" Looking at the surrounding gazes, Han Xiaoying's face flushed red. "What was wrong with me just now? Why did I inexplicably snatch the thing from that guy's hand? Why did I get so angry just looking at him? That's right, it was the way he looked at me. Damn it, what kind of look was that? Pitiful, pitiful, loving, and possessive. I hate it when I see that look in your eyes. When did it become your place to pity a little brat you don't even know?" Han Xiaoying quickly found the reason in her mind for her strange behavior just now. "Hehehe. You are truly a woman of genuine character, I admire you greatly." Yang Liming's words eased the awkwardness between Han Xiaoying and the others. Even the Six Heroes seemed much more friendly towards him. "Judging from your distinguished bearing, you are certainly not unknown individuals. May I ask your names, so that I may make your acquaintance?" Hearing Yang Liming's question, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan perked up and introduced themselves one after another. He was just short of striking a pose and shouting, "We are Team Rocket, blasting off into the galaxy! (The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan) A bright future awaits us!" Although he already knew their identities, Yang Liming still pretended to be shocked, saying with an expression of admiration, "Oh! So you are the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan who were famous throughout the martial arts world more than ten years ago. My apologies." Ke Zhen'e looked smug, shaking his head and saying, "Famous throughout the martial arts world? I dare not accept such praise. I wonder who your master is... perhaps I do know him." "Damn, after a few words of praise, you're acting like a senior in front of me. You've completely forgotten that I just defeated you in one move. Disgusting!" Yang Liming mentally slandered Ke Zhen'e. Of course, Yang Liming wouldn't tell them who his cheap master was; even if he did, they wouldn't believe him... so he just made one up. Then he "unintentionally" revealed that he had a father-in-law named Yang Tiexin, who had a brother named Guo Xiaotian, and that his brother had a wife named Li Ping. As expected, Guo Jing, upon hearing this, was so excited that tears and snot streamed down his face. He hugged Yang Liming and shouted "Big Brother!" He even insisted on becoming sworn brothers with him. Yang Liming readily accepted him as his second brother, thinking to himself with a smile, "Ah! Another shield. With Guo Jing's personality, if I ever need him, he'll definitely be the first to rush to my aid." Yang Liming kicked the waiter lying on the ground to his feet and ordered him to bring a table of food and wine. He then entertained his newly sworn brother, chatting with him for a while and finding out everything about him. After all, Guo Jing was the type who would answer any question! Needless to say, this kid truly lived up to his status as the protagonist of the original story; his luck was simply unbeatable. Even if he... Now he's gone from protagonist to supporting character. Yang Liming originally thought that without Huang Rong from the original story by his side, he would have been dead long ago, let alone learned any powerful martial arts. Unexpectedly, he still learned the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. When he first returned to the Central Plains, because Huang Rong wasn't with him, he was knocked off a cliff. Not only did he survive the fall, but he also found a martial arts manual at the bottom of the cliff: the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Hearing this, Yang Liming almost spat out his wine. "The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, at the bottom of the cliff?" Could it be the cliff that Qiao Feng and A Zi jumped off in *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*?

Chapter 38 of the main text: How could it be missing? (Collection and recommendation) Dressed in dark black, Yang Liming wasn't particularly conspicuous under the crescent moon's light. He moved stealthily, like a mouse and a cat, until he crept to a corner of the prefect's mansion wall. He leaped over the wall. Having just parted ways with Guo Jing and the others, Yang Liming was full of energy and couldn't sleep. He remembered being harassed by this so-called prefect that morning, and decided to get a little revenge. "Hehehehe, today I, Yang Liming, the great hero, will rob the rich to help the poor. Anyway, judging from the arrogant way your daughter and men act, you're probably not a good official." In ancient times, he had to indulge in the fantasy of being a hero. Maybe he'd even get some good stuff. The night was pitch black, and there was no wind in the courtyard. The number of guards in the courtyard wasn't as small as Yang Liming had expected. Perhaps they were afraid of retaliation for their many misdeeds as officials. Yang Liming didn't have time to speculate. He searched high and low, turning over and over for a long time, but still couldn't find a specific room. Yang Liming cursed inwardly, "Are courtyards in ancient times all built this big? Aren't they afraid of not being able to hold their pee in time and ending up in their pockets?" He grabbed a guard hanging behind him, quickly silenced him by pressing his pressure point, and dragged him to a corner. He said menacingly, "You have the right to remain silent now. What you say will be considered... Ugh! What am I saying! Anyway, you don't need to speak now. Just do as I say, and I'll spare your life!" He then grabbed the guard by the neck, explaining that they were going to the prefect's quarters and forcing him to lead the way. The guard, perhaps used to assassinating officials like Yang Liming, didn't care. After all, how many assassinations actually succeeded? Even if they did, it wouldn't concern him. The prefect would be the one to die. He didn't refuse, spared physical pain, and obediently led the way as Yang Liming instructed. The journey was fraught with danger, but ultimately safe. The guard led Yang Liming to the outside of a rather magnificent house. Having achieved his goal, Yang Liming, without a word, drew his sword and slammed it down heavily on the guard's neck. The guard groaned and collapsed to the ground. Tossing the guard behind a rockery against the wall, Yang Liming didn't immediately burst through the door. Instead, he stroked his chin, strolled around the outside, and then leaped onto the roof to investigate. After descending, he smiled slightly, seemingly having gained something, but inwardly he was surprised—the house was empty. "Did they know I was coming today? Were they intimidated by my domineering aura and dared not stay in their own homes?" A thief should act like a thief. Yang Liming didn't rely on his superior martial arts skills to enter directly through the front door. Instead, he went to the window, about to use his internal force to break the inner latch, but once everything was in place, he simply climbed in through the window. Yang Liming knocked and banged on every corner of the room, ransacking everything, picking up and putting down various items from the cupboards. "A secret room! A secret room! There must be a secret room here." The floor inside the house was significantly smaller than the outside, clearly indicating a hidden level. Yang Liming had already discovered this while jumping up and down. "Aha!...Found you!" Yang Liming touched a wall with a noticeable uneven area. He pressed it hard. Immediately, there was a creaking sound of a mechanism and the sound of a cupboard being moved aside, revealing an opening for someone to pass through. "Hahaha, this secret chamber is really poorly made. If it were underground, I probably wouldn't have found it so easily. It seems this prefect is just as foolish as his daughter! I'm off to treasure hunt!" The entrance to the secret chamber was made of jade-like stone and was very neatly constructed. Yang Liming took out a flashlight from his storage ring, bent down, and went inside. He saw all sorts of treasures and weapons, gold and silver jewelry, antiques, and famous paintings. "Uh, there's nothing particularly interesting here!" Seeing that the contents of the secret chamber were all these ordinary items, Yang Liming was a little disappointed. But with the thought that if you don't take it, you might as well take it, so he still put everything he could see into his storage ring. If that prefect saw that his treasure vault was now completely empty after I'd emptied it, he'd probably vomit three liters of blood on the spot, right? Yang Liming thought wickedly. "There's a lecher! Help! There's a lecher! The young lady has been kidnapped!" Not long after Yang Liming stepped out of the study, a terrified voice rang out. Judging from the voice, it must have come from a maid. Upon hearing the shout, Yang Liming immediately turned and ran outside in a panic—probably a case of a guilty conscience. However, he stopped shortly after. He slapped his forehead. "Wait a minute, why am I running? She called for a lecherous thief, not a petty thief. Even if she were a petty thief, would I be afraid of a mere few dozen guards in this manor?" Only then did Yang Liming remember that he was a martial arts master. "Hmm, could it be that someone else has visited the prefect's territory today? And the young lady has been arrested? Could it be that unruly maid from this morning? Let's go see." Thinking this, Yang Liming ran towards the source of the sound. Sometimes, Yang Liming's curiosity was quite strong. After running for a while, he saw a group of people chasing two young men in white carrying large cloth bags. The two men in white clearly possessed some light-footed skills; even carrying a large cloth bag, they quickly outpaced the guards chasing them. Yang Liming used his Ancient Tomb Light-Foot Technique, hovering far behind them. He quickly left the prefect's residence. Seeing that the guards were mostly out of reach and wouldn't pursue him, he suddenly accelerated, instantly blocking the two young men in white. Seeing the two men looking at him warily, Yang Liming coughed and declared with an air of righteous indignation and domineering arrogance: "In broad daylight, you dare to abduct a woman? Do you have no respect for the law? I, Yang Liming, will severely punish you unjust scoundrels today!" He puffed out his chest, expecting the two men in white to kneel and beg for mercy under the radiance of his domineering aura. But a glance out of the corner of his eye revealed that the two men were looking at him with disdain and mockery, as if he were an idiot. "Damn, what kind of looks are you giving me? Haven't you ever seen a hero save a damsel in distress? It's perfectly normal for a chivalrous person like me to do this." Yang Liming said, clearly annoyed that his entrance had achieved his desired effect. "How dare you! Now get out of our way and don't disturb the young masters' business. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite," one of the white-clad youths said in a clear, sweet voice. "Huh! Why do your voices sound so strange? Are you some kind of psychopathic transvestites?" Yang Liming looked at them with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. "Clang!" "Hmph, you ignorant fools!" one of the white-clad youths shouted, drawing his sword and slashing at Yang Liming. Although they didn't understand the meaning of "psychopath" and "transvestite," they knew from Yang Liming's expression that he wasn't being kind. "Hehe! Early stage of the Innate Realm, I wonder who's being so reckless?" "The moment Yang Liming saw the two men, he had already assessed their strength, which is why he was so fearless. He activated his Innate Skill, and just as the sword tip was about to pierce his face, Yang Liming caught the white-robed youth's sword between two fingers, channeling his inner force into them and twisting it. With a clang, the white-robed youth's three-foot-long sword snapped in two, the youth letting out a cry and staggering back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His hand, which had been gripping the sword, was split open and trembling violently. Seeing his companion fall, the other youth also put down the large cloth bag on his back and attacked Yang Liming. But he too was defeated by Yang Liming in a single move." He retreated, suffering internal injuries, and collapsed to the ground. After knocking down the two men, Yang Liming didn't immediately open the large cloth bag. Instead, he knelt down in front of the white-clad youth who was in so much pain he couldn't speak, and began to pat him down, first on the left and then on the right, then pinching his chest a few times. He muttered, "Such strong pectoral muscles. I was a little suspicious earlier, could you be... hehe," and chuckled lewdly. Yang Liming's expression suddenly turned righteous and solemn. "I hate lecherous thieves more than anything in my life. Once you encounter one, I'll use my groin-grabbing claw to punish him severely. Take this!" Yang Liming formed a claw shape with both hands and reached for the white-clad youth's crotch. He touched it, feeling the softness in his hands. "Huh! How come there's nothing there? This is really unexpected. I'm so sorry!" "Were you castrated before?" With a "pfft," the white-clad youth—no, it should be said, the white-clad woman disguised as a man—who was being lewdly held between Yang Liming's legs, could no longer bear the shamelessness of this person. She spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted. (A note from the author: When I was on Qidian, I wrote a total of chapters. The chapters that have now been uploaded to Cuiweiju mean that I still have chapters that I haven't uploaded yet. I will upload them all in the next week. After a week, I will also resume the update speed I had on Qidian. Brothers who have already read the previous chapters on Qidian, don't worry, you will see new chapters that you haven't seen before in a week. I will also use this week to think about the plot after Xiao Yang leaves Peach Blossom Island.)

Chapter 39 of the main text: A lose-lose situation (Please collect and recommend). "It's boring, you can't even handle a little teasing?" Yang Liming said heartlessly upon seeing the unconscious woman A. Then, he smiled and walked towards another woman B. He leered and said, "Hehehe... Little sister, why are you dressed as men? Now answer a few questions obediently, or I'll rape you." However, this woman B was clearly different from the unconscious woman A. After hearing his words, her initially terrified expression turned into one of extreme lewdness. She automatically moved her injured body, slowly pressing against him, giggling, "Oh, sir, if you want it, I'll take it. Why rape me? Seeing how powerful you are, I'd be more than happy to oblige." Damn! How could he be so shameless? No fun at all. I thought he would be like the unconscious woman A! What a waste of his expression. His expression instantly turned cold, and he said grimly, "The joke is over. Now I'm going to ask you a few questions. Answer them properly, and I guarantee your safety. Otherwise, you'll experience what it's like to wish you were dead." The second woman was bewildered. Hadn't she catered to his needs? Why didn't he want her anymore? Although she thought this, seeing Yang Liming's murderous gaze, she nodded fearfully. "Who are you? Why are you dressed as men and acting like lecherous thieves?" the second woman hurriedly asked. "We're collecting beautiful disciples for the young master." Beautiful disciples? Yang Liming frowned, puzzled, and asked, "Is your young master named Ouyang Ke?" The woman was startled, "How did you know?" Seeing that he had guessed correctly, Yang Liming's eyes widened, and he said, "Never mind how I know, now I'll ask you one last question—how are you different from her?" He pointed to the unconscious woman. The woman blinked in confusion, "What's different? Young master, you're joking. Aren't we both women?" "Damn, that's not what I meant. I meant how lewd you are. She's much more virtuous than the others; she fainted after just a few flirtations." The woman blushed at his blunt words and stammered, "I... I was adopted by the young master's uncle when I was little. The young master kidnapped her a few days ago. He lied to me, saying he captured her parents, but those two old guys were already killed by him." "Damn, this Ouyang Ke really does all sorts of bad things! Just like his uncle. Only, he's different from his uncle, Ouyang Feng, who is actually his father." She also had a lecherous streak, making her even more wicked. "No, I don't believe it! You're talking nonsense! My parents aren't dead, are they?" A pitiful cry rang out. Yang Liming turned around and saw that the unconscious woman A had woken up sometime earlier, tears streaming down her face. "Yes, yes, it's true! The young master told me himself when he was having fun. Who told you not to listen to the young master?" Woman B, startled by her appearance, blurted out involuntarily. Having received confirmation, Woman A shook her head helplessly, then coughed up blood and fainted again. Yang Liming looked at Woman A pitifully, then suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange excitement in Woman B's eyes. "Something's wrong," those three words flashed through Yang Liming's mind. A gust of wind swept past him from behind. The internal force carried in that wind was no less than his own. If he had been caught off guard and struck by this sneak attack, he would probably be dead, if not dead. But at this moment, his body was too weak to turn around and react. "Ah... I don't want to die! It's too unfair to die like this so inexplicably!" I'm going to die, I'm going to die... I'm about to die! No, I don't want to die here, I want to live, I want to live to Peach Blossom Island, I want to go to the modern world with Rong'er and the others, no matter what, no matter what, I have to live... I don't want to die!" His mind screamed wildly, countless thoughts flashing through his mind, and then, for some reason, the more he screamed in his mind, the calmer his mind became. "Boom!" He felt time slow down around him, and the internal energy in his dantian also started to circulate wildly at the same time. He broke through the Ren meridian of the Ren and Du meridians with unstoppable force, and only stopped when it reached the Du meridian. At this moment of life and death, the late stage of the acquired realm, which he had been unable to break through for a long time, finally broke through to the Great Perfection of the acquired realm. Instinctively, he concentrated all his internal energy in his back. He endured the attack of the sneak attacker. "Pfft," blood spurted from his mouth, and Yang Liming's body flew forward violently. Although Yang Liming suffered serious internal injuries when he fell to the ground, He was secretly delighted. If it weren't for his sudden, unbelievable breakthrough to his previous realm, which increased his internal energy circulation several times over, he probably wouldn't have had time to channel his energy to his back to defend himself before being struck by the palm. He would have truly been killed. He quickly scrambled to his feet and looked back. He saw that the person who had attacked him was dressed in white, with a light fur coat and loose belt, and a very dashing demeanor. He appeared to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with slanted eyes, a handsome face, and an imposing air. His attire made him look like a wealthy prince. "Ouyang Ke!" Yang Liming immediately recognized him upon seeing his appearance. Remembering how he had almost been killed by this sneak attack, he said fiercely. "Insolence! How dare you call my young master by his name!" The woman, seeing her master arrive, immediately perked up. All trace of the docile demeanor she had shown in front of Yang Liming was gone! "What's there to be afraid of? A name is given to be called. Do you think your name, Ouyang Ke, is just something to be used as a fart?" "Besides, he's your young master, not mine." The woman was speechless for a moment after being retorted. Ouyang Ke looked at Yang Liming, who had survived his full-force attack but was still able to stand and speak loudly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He waved his hand, signaling the woman to shut up, and chuckled lightly while fanning himself. He dared not act rashly. Although Yang Liming was clearly injured internally, the person who had survived his sneak attack must be far more skilled than him, making him very cautious. He turned his gaze to Yang Liming and politely asked, "Just now, seeing my subordinate being subdued by you, I acted rashly in a moment of panic. I am truly sorry. But we have never met before, how did you recognize me at a glance?" "Actually, he was wary of Yang Liming. And Yang Liming was just as wary of him. Although he had broken through to the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm, he still had considerable injuries. If he were to fight Ouyang Ke now, he might not gain any advantage. But for Yang Liming to swallow this insult was incredibly frustrating. He put a few pills of internal injury-healing medicine conjured by Xiaobai and the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pills left for him by Huang Rong into his mouth. Feeling his strength rapidly recovering, he felt more confident and spoke sarcastically. "Heh... Who in the martial world doesn't know that you, Ouyang Ke, are a womanizer, lewd, and wicked, who likes to wear androgynous white clothes? And you like to constantly collect women to be a lecherous thief. I heard about your many misdeeds as soon as I entered the martial world; your name is legendary! And with your appearance, plus that pale face that makes people want to vomit, I think you're the only one in the entire martial world who doesn't recognize you!" Since a fight was inevitable anyway, he might as well vent his anger by insulting him a few times before it started. "You! How dare you insult me like this? Are you really courting death?!" Ouyang Ke's lips turned purple with rage, and his hands and feet trembled. He considered himself dashing and unparalleled, but he never expected to be spoken to so disgracefully today. How could he swallow this insult? He had been wary of Yang Liming earlier because Yang Liming had bullied his maid, not him personally. There was no need to fight Yang Liming, whose strength was unknown. But now... Ouyang Ke suppressed his anger and maintained a semblance of composure. As he spoke, he swung his arm to attack, his hand like a soft whip, resembling a serpent—the Serpent Fist of White Camel Mountain. This fist technique was quite powerful. His arm was boneless like a serpent, changing direction at will. Even when a punch was thrown straight, it would suddenly twist and turn to attack again. Yang Liming was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of attack, after all, he had only learned the technique for three months. However, Ouyang Ke's internal strength was clearly far inferior to Yang Liming's, and Yang Liming knew his own advantage. So, after suppressing his internal injuries with his internal energy, he met Ouyang Ke's punch head-on, regardless of whether the opponent's moves were feints or real attacks. Ouyang Ke had no choice but to exchange a full-force punch with Yang Liming. The two forces clashed and impacted each other's bodies. "Clap clap!" After exchanging punches, Yang Liming and Ouyang Ke returned to their original positions. Without thinking, Ouyang Ke grabbed the woman who was standing nearby. "Go!" He used his lightness skill and ran away. "Young Master, why did you let him go?" The woman asked Ouyang Ke, who was holding her, in a ridiculous manner. "Hmph, do I need you to teach me how to do things?" Ouyang Ke roared angrily at the white-robed servant. "This subordinate wouldn't dare." Seeing Ouyang Ke's expression, the woman quickly lowered her head and admitted her mistake. Seeing that Yang Liming did not chase after them, Ouyang Ke put down the woman. With a loud "whoosh," he coughed up the blood he had been desperately holding back. Seeing this, and noticing Ouyang Ke's pale face, the woman suddenly realized with utter terror that it wasn't that her master wanted to let Yang Liming go, but that she was simply powerless to do so. If they continued to linger, they might both lose their lives... Watching Ouyang Ke leave, Yang Liming felt a wave of relief wash over him. Unable to suppress his internal injuries any longer, he collapsed to the ground, unwilling to get up for a long time. Wasn't he just like Ouyang Ke, stubbornly clinging to life like a dead duck? (((Collect, collect. Recommend. Thank you!)) (Regarding why the protagonist didn't use a rocket launcher to blast Ouyang Ke, the explanation from the gamers is that although the protagonist was once...)He once used a rocket launcher to kill Lingzhi Shangren, who was only slightly weaker than Ouyang Ke. But that was because Lingzhi Shangren was an idiot who actually took the rocket head-on instead of dodging it. In fact, with his level one strength, he could have easily avoided being hit directly by the rocket. A rocket launcher that can't hit the enemy is less useful than the protagonist's own martial arts.

Chapter 40: Miss Tao (Collection Recommendation) After stuffing another handful of healing medicine into his mouth, Yang Liming sat cross-legged. He closed his eyes and slowly circulated his internal energy to refine the effects of the medicine. About half an hour later, feeling that his internal injuries were about 70-80% healed, Yang Liming exhaled deeply and woke up. "Ugh, let me out, let me out! Which dog servant dares to treat this young lady like this? Don't you want to live?" Not far from Yang Liming, a large cloth bag rolled around, and the voice of Tao Wanying, the young lady of the prefect, came from inside. She was still as willful as ever. It seemed that she had no idea that if it weren't for Yang Liming, she would have become a lamb in someone else's mouth. Yang Liming smiled. Sure enough, it was that willful girl. It seemed that she had woken up. He and she were really destined. He could play the role of a Robin Hood-like hero and rescue a damsel in distress. "Alright, stop making noise. I'll let you out now." Hearing Yang Liming's voice, Tao Wanying in the large cloth bag was quiet for a moment, and then immediately screamed. She vividly remembered the voice of Yang Liming, the scoundrel who had bullied her during the day. Just an hour ago, she was gritting her teeth, plotting her revenge. Should she have her cramps pulled or be skinned alive? "You scoundrel! You—you—why did you grab me? You really are a lecher! Help! Help!" "Shut up! If you keep making noise, I'll leave you in here forever!" Yang Liming, annoyed by her loud, lion-like roar still exceeding decibels inside the sack, yelled at her. Tao Wanying, suppressed by Yang Liming's force, was quite sensible. She immediately covered her mouth tightly inside the sack. She didn't want to stay in there for another second. Yang Liming placed his hands on the sack, feeling two soft mounds. He involuntarily squeezed them. Huh! What's this? Never mind, I'll release this girl first. With a burst of internal energy, the sack split in two with a hiss. As soon as Tao Wanying emerged from the large cloth bag, she glared fiercely at Yang Liming with eyes full of unspeakable bitterness and hatred. Then she immediately became restless, punching and kicking Yang Liming as if she wanted to fight him to the death. "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? What's wrong with you?" Yang Liming grabbed her two small fists and said. Miss Tao Wanying struggled, but unable to shake him off, she blushed and glared at him, saying, "You bad man, how dare you grab me there!" Hearing Tao Wanying's words, Yang Liming remembered those two soft mounds, and glancing again at the unruly girl's budding full breasts. He understood why she had attacked him for no reason. He quickly pressed Tao Wanying's pressure points; he didn't want this little wildcat jumping on him and causing trouble. "You're being unreasonable, girl. I risked my life to save you from that lecherous scoundrel. I accidentally touched your chest, what's the big deal? It wasn't intentional. I'll let you touch me back then." Yang Liming puffed out his chest at Tao Wanying and said. "You're shameless! You're talking nonsense! You're the lecherous scoundrel! You're the one who kidnapped me!" Tao Wanying immediately retorted, clearly implying her contempt. "Damn it, I'm the hero who saved you, when did I become a lecherous scoundrel?" "You are the lecherous scoundrel! You kidnapped me while I was sleeping!" "I'm not!" "You are!" "I'm not!"... The two argued endlessly about whether Yang Liming was a hero or a lecherous scoundrel. After a long argument, they stared at each other. Suddenly, Yang Liming smiled mysteriously and said, "Forget it! Why should I argue with a little girl like you about this? Lecherous scoundrel it is. Say what you want." Tao Wanying thought she had won and intimidated Yang Liming, her little face puffed up with smug satisfaction. She raised her chin and snorted, "You know it." "Hehehe, since you think I'm a lecher, then I'll show you what a lecher I am." With that, he bent down, picked her up, took a few steps to the side, and tossed her onto the grass. Tao Wanying screamed in shock, "You...what do you want to do?!" Her voice filled with incredulous fear. Yang Liming chuckled again, "It's dark and windy now, you and I are alone on this remote mountain peak, and I'm a lecher, what else do you think I could do? Ahahaha!" "Ah! No! Help! Rape!" Clearly, Tao Wanying had considered that possibility. Yang Liming looked at her screaming and found it amusing; this girl was really oblivious, only now realizing her situation. He continued, "Little beauty, just scream, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will pay attention to you. Just give in to me." "Hehe, I've wanted to use this line like the villains on TV for a long time, it feels really good." "Waaah, Daddy, Mommy!" Tao Wanying cried, terrified by Yang Liming's lewd appearance. She kept calling for her parents. Seeing her crying so pitifully, Yang Liming realized he'd had enough and said listlessly, "What are you thinking, little girl? Why is your mind filled with those kinds of thoughts? I'm not interested in you anymore. Your pressure points will automatically release in ten minutes. Enjoy the beautiful night here. I'm leaving, don't miss me!" He turned to leave, but true to his nature, he couldn't let a good deal slip by. He quickly kissed Tao Wanying on the lips, then picked up the woman on the ground and left. "Bastard! Pervert! You big bastard! I'll never miss you! I won't let you get away with this!" Knowing she wouldn't lose her virginity, Tao Wanying returned to her original appearance and stopped crying. Her voice was so powerful that Yang Liming, hundreds of meters away, almost tripped. Then, remembering what had just happened, her face flushed. In her heart, she added Yang Liming to her absolute blacklist. Back at the inn, Yang Liming placed the woman he was carrying on the bed. He fed her the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill, treated the split on her forearm, and then sat down to use his internal energy to speed up her recovery. Soon, the woman woke up. Seeing a man beside her on the bed, she grabbed a pair of scissors and stabbed at Yang Liming's neck. Unexpectedly, a large hand firmly grabbed her arm and knocked the scissors away. "What are you doing? I finally managed to rescue you from Ouyang Ke's clutches and heal your wounds. How can you repay kindness with enmity?" Yang Liming noticed the woman when she woke up. Seeing that she was about to harm him, he couldn't just sit there dumbly. The woman froze for a moment, then angrily said, "Who asked you, you lecherous thief, to save me?" Yang Liming knew immediately that the girl was still holding a grudge against him for his earlier harassment. "Hey, I thought you were one of Ouyang Ke's wicked women, that's why I treated you like that, it wasn't intentional," Yang Liming said righteously, shifting all the blame onto Ouyang Ke—he had plenty of debts to settle. Hearing this, the woman's eyes, though still angry, softened somewhat. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, shaking her head pitifully, "My parents were killed by Ouyang Ke, why did you save me?" "Waaah, let me go! Why did you save me? Who asked you to save me and take me away from Ouyang Ke? I want to go back!" The woman suddenly struggled. "Damn it, I'm not even right to save you!" Yang Liming thought angrily. But seeing her pitiful state, he decided to let it go for now. "Are you out of your mind? You know your parents are dead, why would you go back and humiliate them?" "I'm going back for revenge," the woman said firmly. "You..." Yang Liming released her hand and looked at her suspiciously. With her meager martial arts skills, she wanted to seek revenge? Don't be ridiculous. Seeing Yang Liming's expression, the woman seemed to realize she was delusional. Since she couldn't get revenge, she would go see her father and mother. She then pulled out a dagger from her bosom and slashed her own neck.

Chapter 41: Wanting to See the Condor, She Takes in a Maid. Yang Liming was startled and quickly knocked the dagger away from her. Why did this girl carry so many dangerous items with her? First scissors, now a dagger. "What are you doing? I finally managed to heal you, aren't you just making things difficult for me?" "Anyway, my parents have already been killed by Ouyang Ke. What's the point of living?" the woman said matter-of-factly. Yang Liming knew immediately that the woman was heartbroken and wouldn't listen to him. But he was a modern man, having read so many novels, watched so many movies and TV dramas; persuading someone not to commit suicide was a piece of cake. Pretending to be very angry, he yelled at the woman, "If you really die now, how will you face your parents?" The woman was stunned by his outburst and involuntarily listened to him continue. Actually, Yang Liming's words were very ordinary. Nothing more than the same old clichés used on TV to death. "So you're saying your parents only have you as their descendant, and instead of seeking revenge, you're only thinking about cutting off their lineage? How can you face them?" Hearing this, the woman immediately abandoned her suicidal thoughts. A surge of inner strength ignited within her, transforming into a resolute expression as she murmured, "Ouyang Ke!" The resentment in her voice sent a chill down Yang Liming's spine. He sighed inwardly, "Women are not to be trifled with!" "Hey, what are you doing?" Yang Liming snapped out of his daze. He saw the woman kneeling before him. "Young master, my parents are dead. I have nowhere to go. You saved Xiao Zhao from Ouyang Ke's clutches and gave me hope for life. I have no way to repay you, so I wish to stay by your side as your servant, only asking that one day you avenge me." Yang Liming's mouth gaped open. "Damn, do women in ancient times all like this? They're quick to repay kindness with their bodies. And the strangest thing is, she even calls herself Xiao Zhao! Does that make me look like that fool Zhang Wuji?!" However, with such a good offer, there was no need to refuse. He could just treat her better in the future. Having a maid to help him was also good. Seeing Yang Liming's blank expression, Xiao Zhao thought he was unwilling to take her in. She couldn't help but cry, "Young Master treated Xiao Zhao so badly just now. Why won't you take me in?" "No, no, no, I'll take you in. Don't cry," Yang Liming quickly waved his hand, seeing her seemingly resigned to her fate. She was already clinging to him after a few pats. "That's wonderful! Thank you, Young Master," Xiao Zhao said, her eyes brimming with tears. Even her men's clothing couldn't hide her charming appearance. Her girlishness was fully displayed. Only then did Yang Liming take a closer look at Xiao Zhao, discovering that she was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although not as celestial as Huang Rong or the Fairy Sister, she was still comparable to the top mortals like Mu Nianci. "I've struck gold! I've taken in a beautiful maid. Although I need to avenge her, I've already made an enemy of Ouyang Ke anyway." Yang Liming stroked his beardless chin, looking quite pleased. Half a month later, Yang Liming and his maid, Xiao Zhao, arrived outside Xiangyang. Once inside, Yang Liming began to wander around the city, as he hadn't yet explored any major cities since arriving in the world of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*. However, after only a short while, Yang Liming pulled Xiao Zhao to a stop in front of an inn because—he was hungry. It was already noon, so it was understandable that Yang Liming was hungry. He could also inquire about snake gall from the inn. The innkeeper was quite eccentric, as the inn was called—Youjian Inn. One wonders if the innkeeper had also traveled from the future. "Young master and young lady, are you looking for a place to stay or a meal?" As soon as Yang Liming and Xiao Zhao entered the inn, a waiter approached him and asked. "Prepare a superior room for me first, then prepare a good meal," Yang Liming said to the waiter who approached him. "Understood. Boss, one superior room, and a table of good food and wine." "One room?" Upon hearing Yang Liming's words, the waiter glanced strangely at Xiao Zhao behind him, then nodded and called to the owner at the counter. "Young master, young lady, please come this way." After reporting to the owner, the waiter led Yang Liming and Xiao Zhao to a window seat on the second floor and then went to attend to other matters. After sitting down, Yang Liming began to observe the other people in the inn. Because there was no war in Xiangyang yet, there were still quite a few people in the city. Sure enough, two-thirds of the seats on the second floor of the inn were already occupied. It seemed that he should ask the waiter in his room later if he knew where the strange golden snake was. Seeing so many people on the second floor of the inn, Yang Liming couldn't help but frown. Soon, the waiter brought Yang Liming and his companion a table full of delicious food. Yang Liming, preoccupied with his thoughts, ate only a little before returning to his room with Xiao Zhao, remembering to call over a waiter. "I need to ask you something. If you know the answer, this gold ingot is yours," Yang Liming said, pulling out a large piece of gold. "Ah!" The waiter's eyes widened at the sight of so much money. He knew his chance to strike it rich had arrived. He stammered, "N-no—I don't know, sir—what question does the young master have for me? If I know, I'll tell you everything I know." He wiped his drool, staring intently at the gold in Yang Liming's hand. "Have any strange snakes appeared near Xiangyang?" Yang Liming asked the waiter. "I don't know what kind of strange snake you're talking about, young master. There are hundreds of kinds of snakes near Xiangyang." "Hearing Yang Liming's question, the waiter looked troubled and said, "It seems to be all golden and shiny, with horns on its head, appearing and disappearing without a trace, and its venom seems to be quite potent." Yang Liming said while recalling. He had only watched The Return of the Condor Heroes for entertainment. How could he remember the venomous snake in the story so clearly? So he could only tell the waiter what he remembered. "Young master, you've come to the right person. This kind of snake is very famous in our Xiangyang City. It's said to be the incarnation of a dragon. Hunters from the city often discuss this snake at our inn. I've even discussed it with them before... and..." Upon hearing Yang Liming's words, the waiter immediately perked up and began to talk incessantly. Although Yang Liming didn't want to listen to his nonsense, he had no choice but to listen patiently in order to find that strange snake. However, this guy was indeed a waiter; once he started talking, he wouldn't stop, and spittle flew everywhere. Just as Yang Liming was about to stop him from continuing, the waiter finally finished speaking, and at the end, he said something that made Yang Liming's spirits lift. "Young master, I also heard from a hunter that in the forest west of the city where that strange snake often appears, he once saw a very large eagle there, quite ferocious-looking." "What? You said there's a large eagle in the forest west of the city where that strange snake appears?" Hearing the waiter's words, Yang Liming immediately stood up from his chair and asked him. Although he had heard it with his own ears, Yang Liming still wanted to confirm it. Because he really didn't expect to get information about the strange snake so quickly and easily. "That's right. You don't know, that hunter told me that the eagle is much bigger than an average strong man." "Seeing Yang Liming's strong reaction, the waiter quickly said. He knew that such a large piece of gold was equivalent to several hundred years' wages for him. With that gold, he could buy a larger shop and be wealthy for life. Therefore, the waiter was very concerned about Yang Liming's matter. "Then can you take me to that forest in the west of the city you mentioned tomorrow?" Yang Liming asked the waiter. "Yes, yes, no problem, I'll take you there tomorrow, young master. Although I have work tomorrow, even if I quit, I will do this for you." Tempted by the gold, the waiter readily agreed to Yang Liming's request. Having learned about the Divine Eagle and the Strange Snake, Yang Liming relaxed and lay down to rest. Xiao Zhao quickly came over and massaged the strong muscles in Yang Liming's shoulders: "Young master, is it comfortable?" "Of course it's comfortable, Xiao Zhao is so considerate." Yang Liming stroked her soft hair. "Finding a girl like you, I, Yang Liming, am truly lucky." Yang Liming recalled how Xiao Zhao had washed his clothes and smelly socks when they were dirty these past few days, and prepared delicious meals for him when he was hungry. She also paid attention to the weather, covering him with a blanket when it was windy at night and finding him a straw hat when it was sunny during the day. He sighed inwardly. Even more unbelievable was that her cooking skills were comparable to Huang Rong's. And she was beautiful; no wonder Ouyang Ke had killed her entire family to get her. But now, all of that was for Yang Liming. "Young master, why have you refused to take Xiao Zhao? Is it because of her lowly status? Actually, you don't need to worry. When Xiao Zhao's parents were alive, they were a wealthy family. But...but now they are all..." Xiao Zhao, who was massaging Yang Liming, suddenly spoke without warning. Then Yang Liming felt a chill on his back. He quickly turned around and saw that Xiao Zhao was already in tears. "What nonsense are you talking about, you little brat!" Seeing her like this, Yang Liming panicked. Honestly, after spending these past few days together, Yang Liming had developed quite a bit of affection for this obedient girl. The reason he had been hesitant to touch her was because he was afraid she would mistake him for Ouyang.He was someone who harbored ulterior motives towards her. If he had known she had the same intentions, Yang Liming, a lecherous reincarnation, wouldn't have needed to endure so desperately these past few days; he would have devoured her long ago. He kept swearing that he didn't mean any disrespect to her and that he would avenge her. But this trick, which worked on women like Huang Rong, was useless against Xiao Zhao. Her eyes were still overflowing with desire. Helpless, Yang Liming had no choice but to prove it with actions. He kissed Xiao Zhao's lips, and his large hands began to knead her breasts. Xiao Zhao felt two large hands suddenly pressing down on her breasts and her lips being kissed. A happy smile flashed across her tear-streaked face. As long as the young master is willing to take me, he will definitely avenge me. Her body trembled slightly. Yang Liming pulled away from her lips, panting, his eyes filled with lust, and said, "Beauty, take this!" He ripped off her belt with one hand and threw it aside, then grabbed her clothes with the other, tearing them from the neckline down to her thighs. The tear immediately revealed her white undergarments and panties, which he removed. He then quickly stripped off his own clothes, carrying the naked Xiao Zhao to the inside of the bed, placing her on the covers. His manhood thrust wildly into her moist, fragrant paradise… A painful groan rang out…

In Chapter 42, "The Deal with the Condor," Yang Liming reveled in the voluptuous and delicate body beneath him. Although Xiao Zhao's movements weren't entirely skillful, their intertwined bodies throbbed wildly. The slippery, moist heat brought endless heat, and Xiao Zhao's tender, voluptuous body responded to Yang Liming's wave after wave of thrusts, her moans growing louder. She was sent to climax after climax. Three hours later, Yang Liming finally ejaculated, sliding off the girl and falling asleep. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, and Yang Liming woke up first. He saw Xiao Zhao's eyes were closed, as if she wasn't fully awake, but her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her. Yang Liming deliberately stretched and said, "Since Xiao Zhao isn't awake yet, I'll secretly make love with her again." As he spoke, Yang Liming's hands lingered between her breasts, teasing Xiao Zhao's sensitive spots. Xiao Zhao couldn't help but pant slightly, her smooth, white skin flushed crimson. "Ah!...Young Master, it still hurts there!" But Yang Liming's devilish hand had already grasped Xiao Zhao's proud, full breasts again, and then he gently breathed into her ear, "Where does it hurt? Do you want me to rub it for you?" Hearing his crazy words, Xiao Zhao's face turned so red it was almost bleeding. Suddenly, she looked up at Yang Liming with concern and said, "Young Master, is Xiao Zhao very lewd? Last night, Xiao Zhao actually seduced you!" Seeing her pitiful little appearance, Yang Liming laughed heartily. He kissed her cheek hard and said, "Little girl, what are you worried about?" Suddenly, he noticed the spots of blood on the sheets. Overjoyed, he grabbed Xiao Zhao's shoulders; "Xiao Zhao, are you still a virgin?" The little girl was stunned for a moment, then shook her head shyly: "I'm not anymore." Yang Liming was so happy! He had learned from Xiao Zhao that she had been following Ouyang Ke for half a year and thought she was no longer a virgin. No wonder she seemed a little inexperienced in lovemaking last night. "Could it be that Ouyang Ke hasn't..." Xiao Zhao finally understood Yang Liming's meaning, and her face darkened. "So that's why you haven't taken Xiao Zhao, young master." Upon hearing this, Yang Liming chuckled awkwardly, comforting Xiao Zhao. He genuinely had some feelings for her, though that wasn't the main reason. After all, every man has a bit of a virginity complex. It's pretty much the same in ancient and modern times. "I carry a dagger and scissors with me every day, afraid that Ouyang Ke will ruin me. But I never expected that beast would vent his resentment on my parents." Xiao Zhao said bitterly. Yang Liming understood why she carried dangerous items. So it was to protect herself from that big bad wolf, Ouyang Ke. Fortunately, Ouyang Ke seemed to like Xiao Zhao and didn't want her to die, otherwise he would have lost a beautiful woman today. An hour later, Yang Liming and the waiter from yesterday left through the west gate and headed southwest along the main road towards Xiangyang City. As for why he didn't follow Xiao Zhao... Who told him to be so valiant last night? And it was the little maid's first time. Although Xiao Zhao wanted to come along, Yang Liming couldn't bear to see her so exhausted! He forcefully suppressed her, insisting she rest and sleep at the inn. "Young master, I'll take you this far. If you walk about half a mile southwest, you should be able to encounter those strange snakes." After Yang Liming and the innkeeper had walked for about an hour, the innkeeper stopped and said to Yang Liming. "Okay, then you can go back. This is yours." Yang Liming took out gold from his pocket and handed it to the innkeeper. "Thank you, young master. Thank you, young master!" The innkeeper accepted the gold from Yang Liming and bowed to him excitedly. After seeing that the innkeeper had gone far away, Yang Liming used his Ancient Tomb Lightness Skill to rush southwest. In a forest dozens of miles southwest of Xiangyang City, a figure was moving rapidly. "Damn it, is this kid trying to scam me? If I don't find him today, I'll teach him a lesson when I get back!" the figure said as he ran. This figure was, of course, Yang Liming. Yang Liming had been wandering around this place for several hours, searching from morning till afternoon. But forget about the divine eagle and the strange snake, he hadn't even seen a snake. So, he began to suspect that he had been cheated by the waiter. After searching for a while longer, Yang Liming collapsed to the ground, thinking, "Damn, is my luck not as good as Yang Guo's? Oh well, I'd better fill my stomach first." Yang Liming caught sight of a passing rabbit out of the corner of his eye. He rubbed his belly. "Hehehe, let's see where you run. Surrender obediently and become my snack." Yang Liming, staring intently at the rabbit, silently approached it, his mind racing. He couldn't understand why this kid was so fixated on a rabbit. Just as Yang Liming was about to unleash a barrage of sword strikes and deliver a fatal blow, a golden light suddenly shot towards the rabbit. The light was swift and sudden, instantly seizing the rabbit. When Yang Liming looked again, it wasn't golden light at all; it was a golden snake! However, the snake was thick and long, and with a horn on its head, it truly resembled a dragon from mythology. "Haha, truly, you've chosen the path to hell when heaven has a door." "After seeing the snake clearly, Yang Liming burst into laughter. It seemed that kid hadn't lied to him. This really was the forest where Dugu Qiubai was buried. The golden snake also spotted Yang Liming, and surprisingly abandoned the rabbit, roaring and opening its mouth to bite him. Yang Liming dodged to the side. Seeing its attack miss, it swept its tail again, which Yang Liming easily avoided once more. 'Damn it, it actually mistook me for food! Let's see how I deal with you!' Just as he was about to use his Innate Skill to finish off the golden snake..." But then he heard a cry of an eagle not far in front of him, and his heart leaped with joy. Looking ahead, a huge eagle appeared before him. The eagle was enormous, taller than a man, and extremely ugly. Its feathers were sparse and sparse, as if most of them had been plucked, and its yellowish-black plumage looked utterly filthy. This ugly eagle had a curved, hooked beak and a large, blood-red fleshy growth on its head. Of the millions of birds in the world, such a primitive and majestic bird of prey was truly rare. The eagle strode forward with great strides, exuding a powerful and imposing aura. Golden Snake Upon seeing the divine eagle, the eagle's earlier arrogance vanished, replaced by a chilling defiance of its massive size. It turned to flee, but to no avail. The eagle cried out and charged at the golden snake with a speed befitting its enormous form. With a few swift pecks, it killed the snake, its movements as swift as a top-tier martial arts master. Yang Liming was utterly dumbfounded, speechless. His initial contempt and amusement at its ugliness instantly transformed into astonishment and admiration. The divine eagle opened its massive jaws, swallowing the golden snake... He swallowed it whole. After watching for a while, Yang Liming grew increasingly anxious. How could he get to know the giant eagle and gain its approval? He wasn't Yang Guo. Just then, he saw the giant eagle seem to have eaten its fill, let out a few more cries, and head into the forest. Yang Liming was startled. He had finally found this divine eagle; he couldn't let it escape. He immediately used his lightness skill to quietly follow behind. They arrived at a large cave. Watching the divine eagle enter the cave, Yang Liming asked Little White in his mind, "Little White, do you have any way to make me speak eagle language?" “Dad, how could that be? You’re not an eagle.” Hearing Xiaobai’s answer, Yang Liming wasn’t surprised; he also thought it unlikely. Suddenly, a thought struck him. The story of the Condor Heroes mentioned that this eagle loved to eat and drink, especially wine. Yang Liming set up a frame not far from the eagle’s cave entrance and caught a deer. He lit a fire and roasted the deer meat. Soon, the aroma wafted into the cave. The eagle let out a cry and poked its head out of the cave, looking at Yang Liming not far away. Seeing its reaction, Yang Liming had Xiaobai conjure two large jars of fine wine. He opened them with two snaps, and a burst of aroma quickly filled the air. He grabbed one jar, took a few gulps, and deliberately exclaimed loudly, “Good wine! It’s a pity I’m drinking it all by myself; it’s a bit boring.” The eagle swallowed hard, finally unable to resist the temptation any longer, and leaped out, quickly running towards Yang Liming. It grabbed another jar of wine and ran back into the cave. Yang Liming was stunned. "Damn," he thought, "this is blatant robbery! This eagle has evolved so much… speechless…" After a while, something flew out of the cave. Yang Liming caught it and saw it was an empty wine jar. Then, the eagle staggered out of the cave, its eyes glazed over as it looked at the other jar of wine in Yang Liming's hand. Judging from its appearance, Yang Liming had no doubt it might try to steal it. He shook the jar at it and said, "Brother Eagle, do you still want the wine I have?" The eagle nodded vigorously. Yang Liming smiled and continued, "I know you understand human language. If you want my wine, how about we make a deal?" The eagle nodded repeatedly. "I need the gallbladder of a snake with horns on its head. I want you to trade your gallbladder for the wine." "And teach me some amazing martial arts. Is that alright? If so, you can drink as much wine as you want from now on." As soon as Yang Liming finished speaking, the divine eagle darted into the woods. "Huh! What's it going to do?" Yang Liming scratched his head in confusion. His question was answered in no time. The divine eagle returned, carrying several snake gallbladders in its beak. After placing the gallbladders beside Yang Liming, it croaked a few times, indicating it was time for wine. The divine eagle wolfed down the wine, then bit Yang...Yang Liming pulled him along, pulling him into the cave. Once inside, Yang Liming was incredulous; he'd subdued the divine eagle so easily. He'd thought it would take much more effort! Little did he know, this divine eagle wasn't just a drunkard, but a super drunkard. Ever since Dugu Qiubai's death, no one had bought it wine. It had suffered a decades-long wine shortage. Now, upon seeing the fine wine Yang Liming offered, it was like a fifty-year-old virgin suddenly seeing a fairy standing naked before him—utterly captivated. It was no exaggeration to say that Yang Liming, now, would make it do anything for a sip of wine. (Please collect and recommend!)

In Chapter 43, Dugu Jiujian entered the cave and discovered it was actually quite shallow. He walked less than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before reaching the end. Inside, besides a stone table and a stone bench, there was nothing else. At one corner, a pile of jumbled rocks rose up, resembling a tomb. Looking at the tomb, so chaotic and disordered, it seemed to be the work of the Divine Eagle. Yang Liming knew this was the burial place of the legendary Sword Saint. The Divine Eagle walked to the pile of rocks, constantly wailing. It nodded three times, seemingly in respect. Yang Liming also walked forward and bowed three times to the tomb, showing respect for the deceased. The Divine Eagle seemed pleased, nodding repeatedly. Its eyes clearly said, "You're quite something, kid." Looking up at the top of the pile of rocks, sure enough, several lines of writing were faintly visible on the wall, though covered by dust, moss, and lichen. Yang Liming wiped them away, revealing several clear, deep, and vigorous lines of characters. "Having roamed the martial world for over thirty years, slaying all enemies and defeating all heroes, with no one left to challenge me, I have no choice but to retreat to a deep valley, befriending eagles. Alas, in my life I have sought a worthy opponent but could not find one; truly, loneliness is unbearable!" The inscription below reads "Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai"! "Hahaha, a famous quote! Should I, Old Yang, take a picture and show it off in modern times?" No sooner said than done, he had Xiaobai conjure up a high-powered camera and snapped a few photos of the words on the stone wall and the image of Dugu Qiubai. He even took a photo with the eagle beside him. After doing this pointless thing, he actually had a slight impulse to dig up that pile of stone graves to see if there was a manual for the Nine Swords of Dugu, but then he thought that digging up someone's grave was too immoral. Although he was shameless, he wasn't that utterly depraved, and besides, the eagle would definitely not allow it. It would be strange if it didn't fight him to the death. He picked up the foul-smelling snake gall he had just acquired, held it to his nose, and immediately a stench filled his nostrils, making him almost throw it away. His face immediately turned distressed, and he exclaimed, "Heavens! This stuff smells so awful, and I have to eat it!" Oh well, he decided to treat it as medicine. Good medicine tastes bitter, but it's good for the illness. He took it! What can he do when his body has developed a resistance to the Great Rejuvenation Pill? Taking it now is useless. He put the snake gall in his mouth, and an overwhelming, intense bitterness instantly surged through his body, rising straight to his heart. Pinching his nose, Yang Liming frowned and swallowed the gall. In no time, he felt a surge of heat rise from his abdomen, like a scorching fire dragon coursing through his dantian. Wherever it passed, it was unbearably hot, yet Yang Liming felt a unique, refreshing coolness, like swimming in summer, instantly flowing into his heart. His injured meridians, after the heat subsided, emitted a faint coolness. Yang Liming quickly sat down cross-legged, circulating his internal energy, guiding the heat in his dantian along his meridians. As his true energy flowed, Yang Liming entered a profound state of mind. He vaguely saw a fiery red heat flowing up and down within his body. The more places the heat passed through, the stronger it became. As the heat subsided and the snake gall bladder shrank, Yang Liming noticed a slight increase in internal energy in his dantian. But considering he'd only consumed one gall bladder, and judging from how many Yang Guo ate in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, the human body shouldn't easily develop antibodies to such snake gall. That's why Yang Guo would keep eating it. Otherwise, who would willingly eat something so unpalatable it could kill them? After consuming the remaining gall bladders, Yang Liming felt his internal energy increase by about 50%, and his previously unstable Acquired Great Perfection realm had stabilized. Upon waking, he found the divine eagle looking around, alerting its surroundings. Clearly, it was protecting him. Yang Liming nodded inwardly, "This divine eagle is truly remarkable. I only offered it some wine, and it's already so considerate." Seeing Yang Liming awake, the eagle immediately relaxed, chirping happily. It tugged at Yang Liming's clothes and turned to head out of the valley. Yang Liming, seizing the opportunity, quickly called out and followed the eagle. They left the cave and entered the valley below. The eagle led Yang Liming deeper into the valley. After walking about half a mile, a cliff appeared before them. This cliff resembled a giant screen, rising high. Looking up, Yang Liming saw two large characters carved at the very top of the cliff: "Sword Tomb"! Yang Liming was overjoyed, knowing they had arrived at a good place! At this moment, the eagle let out a long cry, and the divine eagle stretched out its claws, grabbed small holes dug by people on the cliff face, and actually began to climb up the cliff... He climbed up. He didn't know what kind of eagle it was, but it was incredibly fast, climbing the cliff much faster than top-tier martial arts masters like Qiu Chuji, who were at the late-stage of the Acquired Realm. It was almost as fast as Yang Liming, who was at the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm. In just a moment, it reached the top of the cliff and called out to Yang Liming below. Yang Liming wasn't going to be outdone. Without hesitation, he tightened his belt, took a deep breath, and used his Ancient Tomb Lightness Skill to leap several feet into the air, landing on the platform. He stood beside the eagle. On the cliff was a square stone platform. Yang Liming knew this must be the Sword Tomb. Inscribed on the platform was a line of small characters: "The Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai, invincible under heaven, buried his sword here! Alas, heroes are helpless, the long sword is useless, how tragic!" Seeing this, Yang Liming thought, "Damn, how high is Dugu Qiubai's martial arts? Could he have already reached the late-stage of the Innate Realm?" But Yang Liming knew it definitely wouldn't reach the Unity of Heaven and Man realm. If there were powerful figures at the Unity of Heaven and Man realm in the world of Legend of the Condor Heroes, then the energy required to activate the Main God wouldn't be a mere ten thousand. At this moment, the giant eagle walked over, intending to move the stone platform with its steel claws. Yang Liming immediately shouted "Stop!" He took out his camera, pointed it at the eagle, and shouted a signal for the eagle to move the stone platform. The stone platform was moved, revealing three longswords, including the legendary Xuan Tie Heavy Sword! The incredibly powerful words "A heavy sword has no edge, great skill is without artifice" also appeared on the camera. The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword was dark and about three feet long, without a blade. It looked like a large door panel. Putting away the camera, Yang Liming, having indulged his directorial fantasies, shouted "Hey!" and raised the Xuan Tie Sword. "Damn, this sword is really heavy, a whopping 70 or 80 jin (35-40 kg). Does Yang Guo even know how to weigh things? This sword must weigh at least 1 jin (50 catties), it almost made me drop it. But the heavier the Xuan Tie sword, the better, because Xuan Tie is very expensive. It must have cost at least 10,000 jin of energy for Xiao Bai to produce this much Xuan Tie. This isn't some cheap stuff like gold, silver, or iron where a little energy equals a kilogram." He put down the heavy sword, then picked up two other swords to examine them. The wooden sword wasn't anything special, so he put it back. He looked the Qiu Shui sword up and down, and suddenly noticed the hilt. A flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and then the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber appeared in Yang Liming's mind. "Perhaps the Dugu Nine Swords manual isn't hidden in Dugu Qiubai's tomb. Since the Yitian and Dragon-Slaying Swords can hide manuals inside their blades, what about their hilts?" Thinking of this, Yang Liming carefully examined the bottom of the Qiu Shui sword's hilt. There was a perfectly round copper rivet at the bottom of the hilt. It was exquisitely crafted, without the slightest rough wear. The threaded joint between the round rivet and the hilt was faintly discernible, just as Yang Liming had suspected—there was indeed something there. Focusing his strength, Yang Liming gripped the rivet and slightly rotated it to the left. A subtle clicking sound filled the air. Overjoyed, Yang Liming increased the rotation speed, and the threads beneath the rivet multiplied. With a soft "pop," the rivet was removed from the hilt, revealing a faint yellow substance inside. Yang Liming quickly removed the yellow object from the hollow hilt—a thin roll of parchment, about the thickness of a little finger, feeling like sheepskin. Unfolding it, it stretched to about half a foot long and three inches wide, densely covered with tiny characters. The parchment was so thin that the writing was almost visible in the sunlight. Focusing his attention on the parchment, Yang Liming strained his eyes to see the first line of text: "The Nine Swords of Dugu." Reading further, starting from the beginning, he found the overall formula of the Nine Swords of Dugu, followed by nine forms: the Sword-Breaking Form, the Knife-Breaking Form, the Whip-Breaking Form, the Rope-Breaking Form, the Arrow-Breaking Form, the Spear-Breaking Form, the Palm-Breaking Form, and the Qi-Breaking Form, including the overall formula. Yang Liming's hands trembled as he held the Nine Swords of Dugu manual, his heart filled with elation. "Hahaha! I knew good deeds would be rewarded! Not digging up someone's grave was definitely the right thing to do..." From then on, Yang Liming built a wooden hut in the valley and went to the inn in Xiangyang City to bring Xiao Zhao to live with him. He began to learn swordsmanship. (I was deeply moved by the book reviews I read today. Thank you to all the brothers who have supported me on Qidian. You've reignited my passion here. After finishing my contract with Cuiweiju these past few days, I'll definitely work hard to update so that those who came from afar can see the chapters and beyond as soon as possible.)

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