[Wuxia] First Travel to The Condor Heroes, Then to the Tang Dynasty (Complete) - 5

In Chapter 44 of the main text, amidst the Shanxi poison crisis,

Yang Liming began practicing the Dugu Nine Swords according to the manual. In just one month, he had a basic understanding of the Dugu Nine Swords. (This is not surprising; the Dugu Nine Swords is a quick-learning sword technique, as Linghu Chong mastered it in a few days.) However, he still didn't understand what Dugu Qiubai meant by "no moves are better than moves, no sword is better than a sword." Yang Liming stood quietly by a lake, thinking of the Dugu Nine Swords from *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*. The Dugu Nine Swords is the pinnacle of swordsmanship, but since it is a sword technique, it still involves moves. Otherwise, what would it be called a sword technique? Dugu Qiubai's final achievement was "no sword is better than a sword," "no moves are better than moves," his martial arts far exceeding the scope of mere swordsmanship! This must be a kind of sword intent, a state of being. It is evident that the Dugu Nine Swords was created by Dugu Qiubai in his early years; after arriving in the valley, his martial arts must have improved further! Yang Liming could only understand the sword moves at this point. As for the realm of "nothingness" that follows, it's far beyond Yang Liming's current comprehension; it surpasses his current martial arts knowledge! Shaking his head, he knew he couldn't understand it now, which meant his opportunity hadn't arrived yet, and he couldn't force it. He put down the Autumn Water Sword and picked up the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword. Now that he had a basic grasp of the Dugu Nine Swords, the next step should be learning the heavy sword. In a deep mountain, there was a small, fast-flowing lake. A shirtless man was practicing martial arts in the lake, constantly wielding a large sword. The sword wind and sword energy created undercurrents in the lake. Although these undercurrents would disappear quickly, ordinary martial artists would be astonished by what they saw. On the shore of the lake, a beautiful young woman was grilling, with a large eagle circling around her, helping her. That man was none other than Yang Liming. Three months ago, he had been practicing the heavy sword technique in this lake every day. With another strike, he cleaved the lake's flow in two, the water only returning to its original state after a long time. Yang Liming jumped ashore. He said to the eagle, "Little bird, don't rush to eat Xiao Zhao's barbecue yet, it's not cooked properly. Let's have another fight first." The eagle, having become very familiar with Yang Liming and Xiao Zhao over the past four months, saw him jump ashore again and challenge him, and with a croak, hopped to his side, ready to fight. Yang Liming gathered his strength in his dantian, channeling it into his arms, and slowly thrust his sword forward. The eagle didn't turn around; instead, its left wing swept back, colliding with the heavy sword. Yang Liming felt an extremely heavy and powerful force coming from the sword, making it hard to breathe. He hurriedly gathered his strength to resist, and with a "hey!" he turned and swung his sword again, but the eagle's wing twisted, colliding with the sword as well. Man and eagle... They fought for a long time, banging and clanging. Yang Liming, who had already expended a great deal of energy in the small lake, was exhausted. He threw down his heavy sword and collapsed to the ground. The giant eagle cawed a few times and then headed away. Xiao Zhao quickly ran over to massage his back. A moment later, the eagle returned to the valley, a deep purple snake gall in its beak. It reached out, took the gall, and put it in its mouth. This scene had played out every day for the past three months. After eating the gall and regaining some strength, Yang Liming grabbed his heavy sword and shouted, "Little bird, let's fight again!" This "little bird" was a nickname Yang Liming had given the eagle, which he had stuck with. The eagle was initially quite unhappy about being called that, despite its many protests. However, its protests were repeatedly ignored, and it eventually gave in. "Big brother, eagle, stop fighting for now. The roasted meat is ready to eat." Upon hearing Xiao Zhao's words, Yang Liming and the Divine Eagle immediately rushed towards the lunch Xiao Zhao had prepared. As they ran, Yang Liming said, "You little bird, don't try to steal Xiao Zhao's delicious food from me again!" The Divine Eagle chirped in response, probably meaning the same thing. Over the past few months, it had been completely won over by Xiao Zhao's culinary skills. Watching Yang Liming arguing with the Divine Eagle over the roasted meat she had grilled, Xiao Zhao, who had been forced by Yang Liming to change her address from "Young Master" to "Big Brother," smiled happily. "These days are so good. As long as I'm with Big Brother, I won't think about the nightmares I had when I was with Ouyang Ke!" After finishing his meal and resting for a while, Yang Liming jumped back into the small lake to practice his swordsmanship. He practiced like this for another two months. When Yang Liming wielded the heavy sword, it no longer felt as heavy as before. His thrusting and sweeping movements became increasingly skillful. From initially using both hands, he could now easily wield it with one hand. He could now wield the heavy sword as effortlessly as a light sword weighing only a few pounds, and he no longer feared running out of strength. Although Yang Liming still practiced until his internal energy was exhausted several times a day, he was consuming snake gallbladders that the giant eagle had somehow obtained. Unbeknownst to him, his physical strength was increasing rapidly, and his internal energy was steadily growing. He was on the verge of reaching the Innate Realm. Unfortunately, the snake gallbladders had lost all effect on his internal energy a month ago. It seemed that breaking through to the Innate Realm would still depend on himself! "Staying here is no longer of much use to me. It's time to leave the mountain. With my current power, which is infinitely close to the Innate Realm, even if I encountered super masters like the Eastern Heretic, I wouldn't be without a chance to fight back." The next day, Yang Liming didn't delay any longer. After breakfast, he patted the eagle's wings and said, "Brother Bird, Xiao Zhao and I are leaving. Thank you so much for taking care of me these past six months. Are you really not coming with us?" He couldn't bring himself to call it "Silly Bird" or "Little Bird" anymore. "Yes, Eagle, are you really not coming with us?" Xiao Zhao said, her eyes red. She had cried for a long time yesterday when she learned she was leaving this paradise with her brother. Knowing their parting was imminent, the eagle cried a few mournful cries and shook its head. Seeing the eagle shake its head, Xiao Zhao and Yang Liming felt a pang of disappointment. It seemed the eagle still couldn't bear to leave Dugu Qiubai! "Oh well," Yang Liming sighed, taking out a storage ring and saying, "Brother Bird, farewell. Until we meet again! I will definitely come back to see you. This storage ring contains a thousand jars of wine and a lot of roasted meat that Xiao Zhao grilled. You should use it sparingly, or I won't be back to see you before you're already running out of wine." "Xiao Zhao and the Divine Eagle have been with Yang Liming these past few days, so they naturally know about his strange and unusual possessions. They also roughly understand how to use them. After hanging the storage ring on the Divine Eagle's claw, Yang Liming took Xiao Zhao's reluctant hand and walked towards the edge of the valley. The Divine Eagle cried out behind them, bidding them farewell. "Big brother, when will we come back?" Xiao Zhao asked in a low voice as she walked quickly with Yang Liming. "Xiao Zhao, big brother knows you're reluctant to leave here. Don't worry, we will definitely come back in the future! Before that, we still have many things to do, such as avenging your parents." Yang Liming smiled slightly and said to Xiao Zhao. "Okay!" Xiao Zhao nodded, took Yang Liming's arm, and they walked along. Although the journey was bumpy, Yang Liming and Xiao Zhao were relaxed and carefree. That day, the sun was high in the sky, and it was already noon. Having missed their lunch break, Yang Liming and Xiao Zhao headed towards the roadside woods to hunt and barbecue for their own lunch. This wasn't the first time they'd used this method. Anyway, Xiao Zhao's lunches were much better than what they'd eaten at the inn. They hunted a wild rooster, gave it to Xiao Zhao, and soon it became fragrant roasted chicken. Taking a big bite of the tender and delicious chicken, Yang Liming exclaimed, "Xiao Zhao! You've really spoiled my palate!" Xiao Zhao smiled, "Brother, are you just teasing me? Didn't you say that Rong'er's cooking is even better than mine?" "No way, I only said it's about the same! Rong'er is a very good cook, but she's very lazy. It's not easy to get a taste of her cooking." The two were chatting idly when a voice suddenly rang out a few meters in front of them. "Ke'er, is this the kid who hurt you?" Yang Liming was startled. This person was so close yet he hadn't noticed. His senses were incredibly sharp now. An ordinary person within a hundred meters would be detected by his senses. There was only one explanation: the speaker's martial arts were clearly far superior to his. Looking up, Yang Liming immediately stood up, his face full of vigilance. He even dropped the roasted meat in his hand. Before him stood a tall, middle-aged man holding a snake-shaped cane, followed by a young man in white, all staring intently at him and Xiao Zhao. "Ah!" Xiao Zhao cried out in alarm and stood up, glaring hatefully at the white-robed young man while simultaneously looking at the middle-aged man with terror. Seeing Xiao Zhao's reaction, Yang Liming knew he was in trouble. Who else could that white-robed young man be but Ouyang Ke, whom he had injured half a year ago? Then the imposing figure before him, whose aura was no less than that of the Eastern Heretic Yang Liming had once encountered, must be none other than Ouyang Feng, one of the Five Greats… What bad luck!

Chapter 45 Captured "You're the one who injured my nephew?" Ouyang Feng slammed his iron staff down, asking arrogantly. His voice was sharp and grating, like the scraping of metal. Yang Liming's expression turned grave; clearly, things wouldn't end well today. If he were alone, escaping Ouyang Feng's clutches wouldn't be impossible, but he couldn't abandon Xiao Zhao. Although he was extremely troubled by the current situation, it was impossible for Yang Liming to bow down to the enemy. Besides, even if he did, Yang Liming didn't believe Ouyang Feng would let him and Xiao Zhao go. Without any humility, Yang Liming spoke with an even more arrogant air than Ouyang Feng, saying, "You know perfectly well why! Your idiotic son is right beside you. If I said no, would you believe me? It's true, the son is an idiot, and the father is brain-dead—a pair of morons!" Ouyang Feng's expression hardened. He said, "Young man, don't be so arrogant. Ke'er is my nephew, not my son. He was injured by you half a year ago, and I've been looking for you for a long time. This score needs to be settled properly!" The true relationship between Ouyang Ke and him was a sensitive topic. He thought Yang Liming was just saying it casually, misunderstanding his relationship with Ouyang Ke, and quickly spoke up to clarify. He kept the insults to himself, waiting for revenge. Little did he know that Yang Liming wasn't just spouting nonsense. "Haha... Seeing how much you cherish him, even chasing after me for him, I thought he was your son. Sorry, sorry, it turns out he's not your son. But I heard there's this guy who stole his sister-in-law, committed incestuous acts, and even fathered a bastard. Isn't that you? I must have mistaken you." Yang Liming shrugged, looking noncommittal. Yang Liming's words stirred up a storm in Ouyang Feng's heart. He thought no one knew about the biggest shame of his life. He never expected that this unknown kid would reveal it so easily. He patted his chest, which was heaving with shock. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Yang Liming and Xiao Zhao. Ouyang Ke ignored his uncle's conversation with Yang Liming and looked straight at Xiao Zhao beside Yang Liming, saying, "Xiao Zhao, you're still alive! Last time I saw you lying on the ground, I thought you'd been killed by this kid next to you. Come here, your parents have missed you these past few days." He still believed Xiao Zhao didn't know her parents were dead at his hands. Xiao Zhao looked at Ouyang Ke with intense hatred in her eyes and said sarcastically, "Ouyang Ke, do you dare say my parents are still alive?" Xiao Zhao sneered at this beast for still using her parents to blackmail her. Ouyang Ke wasn't stupid; hearing Xiao Zhao's words, he naturally understood. His expression changed, and he said darkly, "So you already know, then don't blame me for forcibly taking you back later. Now I'm asking you, what's your relationship with that kid next to you?" Xiao Zhao turned her head away, ignoring him completely. Instead, Yang Liming walked up to Xiao Zhao, half-lifted her, and kissed her hard on the cheek. He looked at Ouyang Ke with an idiot's expression. "Now you know what your relationship is, right?" "You, you..." Ouyang Ke's face turned green, his fingers trembling as he pointed at Xiao Zhao and Yang Liming, "You dare to cuckold me! Well—well—you have guts!" "Ouyang Ke was filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, even if he liked Xiao Zhao, he would have forced himself on her and taken her in bed. He wouldn't have cared if it had ruined her. Now, someone else had taken advantage of him. "Ouyang Ke, you beast, don't make false accusations. I have only ever loved my elder brother. How could you say I've cheated on you? You're shameless." "Xiao Zhao said angrily. Let alone in ancient times, even in modern times, it would be a huge insult for a woman to be spoken to like that by a man. So Xiao Zhao was very angry. If she weren't afraid of Ouyang Feng beside her, she probably would have rushed over to fight him to the death. "Hmph, Ke'er, no need to waste words with them. After your uncle deals with them, you can do whatever you want with that girl..." Before he could finish speaking, Yang Liming had already suddenly drawn his heavy sword and struck him directly. It's better to strike first than to strike later. Besides, Ouyang Feng's words made him very unhappy. Anyway, given Ouyang Feng's personality, he would never let them go, so he might as well fight. Yang Liming attacked without saying a word. Seeing that his moves were exquisite and he had good internal strength, Ouyang Feng did not dare to underestimate him. He swung his iron staff, "Bang!" "The swords clashed, their energy clashing, creating a vortex that rippled outwards from Yang Liming and Ouyang Feng. Nearby withered leaves and trees tumbled and shattered like fallen leaves swept away by the wind. Both men were forced back a step by the force of the other's blow. Ouyang Feng's face showed surprise as he sheathed his iron staff. He said aloud, 'Boy, you're so young yet possess such skill. It would be a waste to kill you. If you tell me how you learned about my relationship with Ke'er, I'll let you go, how about that?' But in his heart, he thought, 'If you tell me, I'll kill you to silence you.'" "I'll only believe you, Ouyang Feng, if I become as stupid as you." Yang Liming immediately swung his sword again. "Hmph, you stubborn brat," the two clashed again. Yang Liming felt as if he had been struck by lightning, almost spitting blood. Fortunately, his weapon had an advantage, and his internal strength was quite good. He channeled his true energy and barely managed to deflect the true force transmitted from the opponent's staff, but he still staggered back two steps. "Damn it, the gap between the peak of the Acquired Realm and the early stage of the Innate Realm is too big." Before he could even catch his breath, Ouyang Feng's iron staff was already coming. "I'll fight you to the death!" Yang Liming roared, activating his Asura Demon Eye. He charged forward with murderous intent. Under immense pressure from Yang Feng, Yang Liming unleashed his full power, displaying the swordsmanship he had learned from the Divine Eagle to its fullest extent. Relying on the exquisite techniques of the Dugu Nine Swords, the advantages of his heavy sword, and a reckless, all-out offensive approach, he managed to maintain a stalemate with Ouyang Feng, a master of the Innate Realm. However, he knew this was only because Ouyang Feng didn't want to trade blows. If Ouyang Feng were willing to suffer even minor injuries, he would have already defeated him. Even so, if he couldn't break free, defeat was inevitable if the fight dragged on. "Ah!" A scream startled Yang Liming, who was temporarily locked in a stalemate with Ouyang Feng. It was Xiao Zhao's voice. "Damn it! How could I forget Ouyang Ke?" He turned around desperately. He saw that, with the help of his Great Rejuvenation Pill, Xiao Zhao, who had just entered the mid-stage of the Acquired Realm, was already in grave danger in Ouyang Ke's hands. (Ouyang Ke is a late-stage Acquired cultivator) "Ouyang Ke, you dare touch her!" Yang Liming was distracted for a moment, and Ouyang Feng seized the opportunity. He was struck in the back, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His body flew out at an extremely fast speed. However, Ouyang Feng, who had injured Yang Liming, was not happy. Instead, he shouted anxiously, "Ke'er, be careful!" He immediately lunged forward and chased after Yang Liming. It turned out that the direction Yang Liming flew was exactly the direction Ouyang Ke and Xiao Zhao were heading. With the help of Ouyang Feng's palm strike, his speed was unparalleled. Ouyang Ke heard Ouyang Feng's shout and caught a glimpse of Yang Liming's rapidly approaching figure. His heart pounded. He had just seen Yang Liming temporarily hold his own against his uncle, and having been injured by him before, he was already terrified of him. In a moment of crisis, people always unleash their potential. Ouyang Ke leaped towards Xiao Zhao, simultaneously grabbing the sword that Xiao Zhao was thrusting at him. With a soft "thud," the longsword in Xiao Zhao's hand pierced through the flesh of Ouyang Ke's hand. Blood dripped from the sword. But Ouyang Ke, at the cost of one injured hand, managed to use his other hand to pin Xiao Zhao, who was startled by his actions, to the neck. With a sudden burst of strength, he shielded Xiao Zhao, whom he had just subdued, in front of him. (((All this talk, in less than a second)))) At this moment, Yang Liming had just arrived, but it was all in vain. The Nine Yin White Bone Claw he was about to use on Ouyang Ke almost struck Xiao Zhao. "Ouyang Ke, you're despicable!" Forcibly withdrawing his inner force, blood dripped from the corner of Yang Liming's mouth. He collapsed to the ground. His body, already injured by Ouyang Feng, was now even more wounded. ((While the protagonist was practicing swordsmanship at the Great Eagle's place, he also practiced the Nine Yin Manual he obtained in the Ancient Tomb, so please don't ask me why he knows the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.))) "Hahahaha, all your schemes have come to nothing!" "If it weren't for Ke'er's quick thinking, you might have actually captured him and used him to threaten me," Ouyang Feng's grating voice rang out beside Yang Liming, full of sarcasm. "Uncle, don't kill him! I still have questions for him," Ouyang Ke hurriedly said. "I know, Uncle also has questions for this kid," Ouyang Feng, who had acupunctured Yang Liming, nodded and said. (Dear readers, if you have tickets, please vote; if you don't, please add this to your favorites!)

Chapter 46: Xiao Zheng's Explosion (This chapter is a bit longer, please support it!) After pressing Xiao Zhao's pressure points, Ouyang Feng grabbed Yang Liming, his eyes flashing coldly. "Boy, I'm asking you, how exactly did you know about my relationship with Ke'er? If you don't want to suffer, just tell me obediently." "Hehe, old toad, you can't keep a secret forever. Someone like you who has done so many bad things, it's not surprising that people know your secrets." Yang Liming retorted stubbornly. Actually, he was a little scared. "Hmph, even at this point, you still dare to be stubborn. Do you really think that if you don't talk, I can't do anything to you?" Ouyang Feng gave Ouyang Ke a look and turned to walk away. "Hey, old toad, where are you going? Did you eat too much croton oil last night and need to pee? If so, please go away. This young master is afraid of the smell." Yang Liming shouted as Ouyang Feng left. He might as well curse him. Ouyang Feng was furious. He stopped and glared at him. "You've got a sharp tongue, kid. I wonder if you'll still be so arrogant later." With that, he disappeared from Yang Liming's sight without looking back. After Ouyang Feng left, Ouyang Ke walked up to Yang Liming and circled around him. "Brother Yang Liming, can you tell me where the princess you kidnapped is?" "Haha, so you little toad have recognized me. I thought you were so young and had been too active, that your lower head was tired and weak, and your upper head was senile and had a bad memory! I'm not telling you, just to annoy you. You want to get information from me to inform that old eunuch Wanyan Honglie and gain merit for yourself? Dream on." Yang Liming wasn't surprised when he heard him mention his name and that he had brazenly driven his sports car into the palace to rescue Bao Xiruo and Yang Tiexin. After all, given the vengeful and petty nature of Ouyang Feng's family, it would be strange if they didn't investigate him thoroughly after learning that he had injured Ouyang Ke. A flash of anger crossed Ouyang Ke's eyes, but he calmed down and said, "I advise you to tell me. Don't be stubborn. Do you think my uncle left here? If Brother Yang insists on not telling me, Xiao Zhao might suffer a bit." "Big brother, don't worry about me. Ouyang Ke, if you have the guts, kill me. Don't even think about threatening big brother!" Xiao Zhao quickly spoke up when she saw Ouyang Ke using her to threaten her brother. She didn't want to be a burden to her brother. "Hahahaha," Ouyang Ke trembled violently upon hearing Xiao Zhao's words. He chuckled hysterically and said in a sarcastic tone, "You're really thinking of your brother. But you're wrong. How could I bear to kill you! You're my most beloved maid. I just wanted to be intimate with you in front of your brother." "Didn't we always do this? I just don't know if this is the case now, or if I'm the one cuckolding your brother, or your brother cuckolding me?" He finished with another twisted laugh. "Ouyang Ke, do you want to die?" Yang Liming's voice was extremely sinister, sending a chill down Ouyang Ke's spine. But thinking of how he had been severely injured by his uncle and had his pressure points sealed, what was there to be afraid of? He mustered his courage and went to Xiao Zhao's side. He said to Yang Liming, "Brother Yang, I'm giving you one last chance. If you don't speak, I really can't guarantee what I might do to Xiao Zhao." "You beast, I'd rather die than suffer your humiliation again!" Xiao Zhao looked at Yang Liming with lingering affection. Before she could even bite her tongue, Ouyang Ke grabbed her chin and stuffed a piece of cloth inside. He coldly snorted, "Xiao Zhao, you've been with me for two years, don't I understand your character? Want to commit suicide? I've been waiting for this move." With a "ripping" sound, one of Xiao Zhao's sleeves was torn off, revealing her fair, jade-like arm. "Brother Yang, I can't hold back any longer!" "Ouyang Ke, come here, let go of Xiao Zhao, and I'll tell you where Bao Xiruo is." Looking at Xiao Zhao's tear-streaked, desperate face, Yang Liming's hoarse voice rang out. But this voice seemed somewhat strange. Releasing Xiao Zhao, Ouyang Ke walked up to Yang Liming."Brother Yang, you should have said so earlier. It's not too late now." "Bao Xiruo is..." Just as Ouyang Ke was smugly preparing to hear Yang Liming reveal Bao Xiruo's location, and then exchange this information with Wanyan Honglie, the Sixth Prince of Jin, for benefits, suddenly... a shout filled his eyes with shock. "You, go to hell and ask Yama!" Yang Liming's long-awaited blow slammed heavily into Ouyang Ke's chest. Impossible... Uh... Ouyang Feng was embarrassed to stand next to his son and watch him do his thing. So he left the woods where Yang Liming and the others were. (After all, in his opinion, Ouyang Ke was very likely to rape Xiao Zhao. Didn't he know what kind of person his son was?) But just now, a bad premonition flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly ran back. But it was too late. As soon as he arrived, he saw Ouyang Ke screaming as he was sent flying by Yang Liming, who should have been seriously injured and had his pressure points sealed by him. "No! Ke'er!" Ouyang Feng roared, his voice filled with grief and indignation. Just as Yang Liming had sent Ouyang Ke flying, he finally arrived, and without hesitation, he struck Yang Liming with both palms. Yang Liming also retaliated with a palm strike. The two palms collided, and Yang Liming was sent flying again, his already seriously injured body twitching on the ground. He had no strength left to stand up. Looking at Ouyang Feng, who was aggressively approaching him, Yang Liming felt a surge of unwillingness. : I was so close, so close to entering the Innate Realm. Then I could go find Rong'er. Was I really going to die here today? Perhaps that was the only way. I'll fight... I'll die standing... Controlling the two internal energies within his body. The extreme yin of the Nine Yin Manual and the extreme yang of the Innate Skill. The two completely different internal energies collided fiercely in his dantian. "Zheng Zha, don't let me down!..." His method was to learn from a character in a novel he had read before. He had used a method before: clashing completely opposite forces within his body to create a destructive energy. However, it was merely an experiment. Back then, he had only extracted a small amount of internal energy from the Nine Yin Manual and the Innate Skill, colliding them in his dantian. The result was that he nearly suffered internal injuries from the explosive new internal energy generated by the collision. It took a great deal of effort to neutralize that trace of foreign internal energy, but it also made him deeply aware of its power. He had previously been afraid of ruining himself, so he never allowed the two internal forces within his body to collide again. But now, he was almost dead, and since death was inevitable anyway, he might as well take a gamble. The two opposing internal forces clashed with all their might, intertwining, and then an explosive internal force surged upwards. The two violent energies collided with every meridian, blood vessel, and even the pores of his skin, tearing at every part of his body. Yang Liming immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and then, his already powerless body... Power surged through his body in a destructive manner. Just as Ouyang Feng was about to finish off Yang Liming, he suddenly saw an astonishing aura erupt from him, even surpassing his own. Then, blood gushed from every pore of his body. Ouyang Feng was startled by this anomaly and took a few steps back. "Big brother, what's wrong? Tell Xiao Zhao!" Xiao Zhao's crying came from not far from Yang Liming. "You motherfucker Ouyang Feng!" Yang Liming jumped up and charged towards Ouyang Feng. Every part of his body was in pain. It felt as if a force was tearing every inch of his body apart. But strangely, this body was filled with a power he had never experienced before. He felt he had never been so powerful. The layer of internal energy forming a barrier outside his body proved one thing: in this state, he was already a master of the Innate level. With a thud, Yang Liming, tormented by the pain and forced to find an outlet, charged towards Ouyang Feng at a speed that almost tore through the air. The surrounding air seemed to have turned into an extremely thick liquid, and his feet were stepping on this liquid air. Each step caused fluctuations in the air, and he used this force to propel himself forward through the air. Then, with a crackling sound, he struck Ouyang Feng with his palm. Sensing Yang Liming's powerful strength, Ouyang Feng let out a croaking sound and shot towards Yang Liming like a cannonball. Yang Liming's sudden strength made him instinctively sense danger. He hadn't encountered this kind of danger since Wang Chongyang's death. He had no choice but to use his signature move, the "Toad Stance." "Boom!" The collision of the two forces shook the earth. They each took seven or eight steps back, leaving deep footprints on the ground before regaining their footing. Not long ago, Yang Liming was clearly far inferior to Ouyang Feng, but now he was not at a disadvantage at all. Bang bang bang bang bang bang... Both of them were exchanging internal energy with reckless abandon. It was a head-on collision. At their level of internal strength, techniques become less useful. Yang Liming also began to experience for the first time the feeling of "no moves are better than moves" as described by Dugu Qiubai. But it was only a preliminary understanding. Just as Yang Liming and Ouyang Feng were locked in a life-or-death struggle, a dragon bell suddenly rang out. An extremely powerful palm wind separated the two entangled individuals. "Old toad, if you continue to entangle with this brat, your nephew might really lose his life!" Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng quickly picked up Ouyang Ke from the ground. Seeing that he was still breathing, he ran away as fast as he could without looking back. Yang Liming didn't chase after him, but instead looked at the middle-aged beggar who had used a palm wind to separate him and Ouyang Feng. The man had a long, rectangular face, a light beard, rough hands and feet, and his clothes were patched up in various places, yet they were spotless. A green bamboo cane, as lustrous as jade, hung at his waist, and a large, vermilion-lacquered gourd sat beside him. Yang Liming, seeing his attire, felt a jolt of excitement. Looking at the man's right hand, he saw that he indeed only had four fingers, the index finger missing at the base of the palm. He immediately guessed that this beggar was the Nine-Fingered Beggar, Hong Qigong. "Boy, what are you staring at this old beggar for? Sit down and heal your wounds. Although I don't know what method you used to forcibly elevate your power to the Innate Realm, I imagine it's something like the Heavenly Demon Disintegration. Judging from your exaggerated appearance, you must be in a lot of pain." As soon as Hong Qigong finished speaking, beads of blood gushed from every pore of Yang Liming's body. Soon, his entire body was stained from half-red to completely red. "Ah… Big Brother!" Xiao Zhao, whose acupoints had been sealed by Ouyang Ke, cried out in anguish upon seeing Yang Liming's miserable state and fainted as well. My mind was hazy. A wave of sleepiness washed over me. My body slumped to the ground. My only thought before losing consciousness was, "Damn it! Zheng Zha's explosive power is definitely not to be used recklessly. That guy truly lives up to his reputation as a cockroach." ((The protagonist was acupunctured by Ouyang Feng, but suddenly regained his mobility—this isn't a story of a vagrant. Yang Liming's Nine Yin Manual includes a chapter on unblocking acupuncture points.)) ((Collect, collect, recommend! Votes for the Transmigration Chapter: A bolt from the blue blasts a person into another world. The creator god of that other world personally greets him, first giving him the most beautiful eight-winged princess among the holy angels.) A man signed a master-slave pact of mutual life and death, then captured a ninth-tier hellish black dragon from the Abyss to serve as his mount. Finally, he was given ten thousand years of his cultivation, and still not satisfied, a Sumeru ring containing a hundred million tons of gold was placed on his hand. The man, astonished and suspicious, asked why. Unexpectedly, the Creator God grasped his hand gratefully and said: "If it weren't for you all voting so hard to make me a god, I wouldn't be where I am today. If anyone should be grateful, it's me." The man sighed deeply: "Voting? Luckily I had votes..."The most beautiful eight-winged princess among the holy angels forged a master-slave, life-and-death pact with that man. She then captured a ninth-tier hellish black dragon from the Abyss to serve as his mount. Finally, she transferred ten thousand years of her cultivation to him, and, still feeling it wasn't enough, placed a Sumeru ring containing a hundred million tons of gold on his hand. The man, astonished and suspicious, asked why. Unexpectedly, the Creator God grasped his hand gratefully and said: "If it weren't for you all voting for me back then, making me a god, where would I be today? If anyone should be grateful, it's me." The man sighed deeply: "Voting? Luckily I had votes..."The most beautiful eight-winged princess among the holy angels forged a master-slave, life-and-death pact with that man. She then captured a ninth-tier hellish black dragon from the Abyss to serve as his mount. Finally, she transferred ten thousand years of her cultivation to him, and, still feeling it wasn't enough, placed a Sumeru ring containing a hundred million tons of gold on his hand. The man, astonished and suspicious, asked why. Unexpectedly, the Creator God grasped his hand gratefully and said: "If it weren't for you all voting for me back then, making me a god, where would I be today? If anyone should be grateful, it's me." The man sighed deeply: "Voting? Luckily I had votes..."

Chapter 47: Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar (Please recommend and collect!) In a daze, Yang Liming felt as if someone with profound skill was healing him with their internal energy. He also heard a young girl's voice weeping beside him. Then he fell back into a dream. He didn't know how much time had passed when a tearing pain dragged him back from his beautiful dream of frolicking with all the beauties in *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*. "God! Why does it hurt so much?" Thirst! Exhaustion! Pain! These were Yang Liming's first sensations upon regaining feeling in his body. It felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at every part of his body, even his genitals. Even when he was injured before, it was never this painful. He slowly opened his eyes. Dawn was breaking, insects chirped loudly outside the window, and an oil lamp was lit, its flame swaying in the breeze. Judging from the scene, he seemed to be in a fairly clean room. It must be an inn. Beside the bed, a very beautiful girl was lying down, one hand tightly gripping his. She slept soundly. But her tired face still seemed to carry a deep sorrow, and there were still obvious tear stains between her haggard brows. It was heartbreaking. A wave of tenderness and heartache washed over him. He carefully wiped away her tears, gently got out of bed, slowly draped the quilt over her, and quietly walked to the table. Thankfully, the kettle was full. Feeling the life-giving spring slowly flowing into his body, he felt a little better. Having survived a close call, the world suddenly became full of vitality, and the beautiful sunset glow was dazzling. Yang Liming had never realized that a moonless morning could be so beautiful. Recalling the scene before he fainted, he seemed to have encountered the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong. So it must have been him who saved him. If he hadn't suddenly appeared, he might really have been no match for Ouyang Feng and had died at his hands. He hadn't expected that Ouyang Feng, using the Toad Stance, was so much stronger than him without it. If his explosive skills didn't have a time limit, maybe he could fight him? But yesterday, he only fought the berserk Ouyang Feng for one or two minutes before Hong Qigong arrived and said Ouyang Feng had escaped. His body couldn't withstand the sudden surge of power, and he collapsed, spitting blood. It seems a pseudo-innate level can't completely compare to a true innate level! Yang Liming assessed his internal condition and was indeed badly injured. Fortunately, the violent internal force generated by the collision and entanglement of the Nine Yin Internal Force and the Innate Skill Internal Force had disappeared, and had re-divided into two streams, the Nine Yin Internal Force and the Innate Skill Internal Force, peacefully coexisting on either side of his dantian. Otherwise, if that violent internal force had continued to wreak havoc in his body after he fainted, he would have truly been going to meet the King of Hell. He got up and walked outside. Unexpectedly, his external and internal injuries were quite severe. He had only taken a few steps when a wave of pain washed over him. Yang Liming winced and quickly grabbed the table for support. Thankfully, he didn't fall. However, the noise startled Xiao Zhao awake. She rubbed her eyes and opened them, looking at Yang Liming. Only then did Yang Liming notice that her eyes were red and swollen, like ripe peaches. "Ah! ...Big brother, you're finally awake." Tears welled up in Xiao Zhao's eyes again. She hurriedly threw herself into Yang Liming's arms. "Waaah...Big brother, you scared me to death. It's all Xiao Zhao's fault for being useless. If I hadn't been captured by Ouyang Ke, big brother wouldn't be so badly injured. It's all my fault. Waaah..." Yang Liming looked at the sobbing girl, his heart filled with heartache. However... "Hehehe, Xiao Zhao, can you let go of big brother for a moment?" Feeling his heavily injured body being pressed down by the obedient girl, Yang Liming quickly said. Xiao Zhao seemed to realize that she was making her big brother uncomfortable. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She hurriedly got up, saying, "Brother, are you hungry? Xiao Zhao will go prepare something to eat for you. Hurry up and lie down on the bed. Senior Hong said your injuries are quite severe." "Senior Hong? Who is Senior Hong?" Yang Liming, though knowing who it was, still scratched his head and pretended to be clueless. "Brother, Senior Hong is the one who saved us yesterday. We owe him so much for healing you all night. He had to leave for a while. We should thank him properly when he returns," Xiao Zhao said earnestly to Yang Liming. She was truly grateful to Hong Qigong. Half an hour later, Yang Liming entered the large bathtub Xiao Zhao had prepared for him. He had just had Xiao Bai spend tens of thousands of energy to conjure a pile of healing medicine. He popped a handful into his mouth to circulate his internal energy, then crushed the rest and dissolved it in the water, immersing himself completely. He diligently circulated his internal energy, simultaneously absorbing the medicinal power from the water and his own body. He could clearly feel the medicine in the water transform into wisps of air, flowing into his pores. A wave of comfort washed over him. Both his external and internal injuries healed rapidly. After a while, feeling refreshed, Yang Liming stepped out of the bathtub. "Hahaha, going all out really paid off! I, Hu Hansan, am back!" He dressed and stretched his limbs. He felt completely recovered, without a single lingering effect. He happily skipped outside. He felt his little strength was now comparable to Uncle Zheng Zha's. "Xiao Zhao, why are you looking at me like that?" He had just come out when he saw Xiao Zhao, who had just prepared a table full of food for him. She covered her mouth, her eyes wide as she stared at him. "Oh my god! Big brother, how did you suddenly become completely healed?" Xiao Zhao said, both extremely happy and extremely surprised. She knew how serious her brother's injuries were. She hadn't expected him to come back so lively after just a bath. "Hahaha, your big brother here has the best healing medicine in the world. What's this little injury?" Yang Liming said as he pulled the little girl into his arms. Xiao Zhao didn't suspect anything when he said that. Having followed her big brother for so long, she naturally knew that he was different in some ways. What was a serious injury to others might really be a small matter to her big brother. Anyway, as long as her big brother was better, everything would be fine. The little girl thought to herself. Smelling the special fragrance of the girl in her arms, her newly recovered body immediately became restless. Yang stood up and pressed against Xiao Zhao's lower abdomen. He felt a little dizzy and smiled wickedly. His large hands kept stroking Xiao Zhao's whole body. Xiao Zhao was extremely shy. She said intermittently, "Mmm, mmm, no... no... Big brother, your body is just better now, don't bully Xiao Zhao. Big brother, you should eat first, okay..." Hearing his precious girl say this, Yang Liming realized that he was already starving. He released her, saying, "Hehe, after I finish eating, I'll eat you again. Hehe." Freed, Xiao Zhao quickly went back to happily washing Yang Liming's clothes. Sitting at the table, enjoying Xiao Zhao's cooking, Yang Liming sighed with delight, "Hehe, everyone says it's good to have a wife who can cook, even better to have a beautiful wife who can cook. But I've got several now. Time travel is so great! In modern times, where would I get a chance?" Just as he was happily eating, the door was suddenly flung open. A beggar carrying a large chicken leg rushed in, saying, "It smells so good! It smells so good! If I'd known there was good food here, why would I have gone out to find it?" Yang Liming turned around and saw it was none other than the legendary Hong Qigong. The old beggar first looked at him with surprise. "Hey! You were half-dead yesterday, how come you're all sprightly after just a few hours?" Yang Liming stood up and bowed, saying, "This junior has an ancestral healing elixir, please forgive my ignorance, senior." "Oh, I see! You're quite fortunate that such a miraculous medicine exists in the world! But whatever how you suddenly recovered, eating is the priority." Saying this, he picked up a roast chicken from the table and started gnawing on it. Hong Qigong didn't really care how Yang Liming recovered. So he didn't delve into whether his ancestor's elixir was truly that powerful. He'd rather spend his time devouring the tempting food and wine on the table. "Uh, senior, are you..." Yang Liming hadn't finished speaking. Hong Qigong, while chewing on the roasted chicken, said, "Kid, you're probably wondering if I'm the one who saved you yesterday. Well, I'll answer you, yes, I am. But you don't need to thank me. This old beggar only rushed over because he smelled roasted meat coming from the woods where you were. I just happened to save you two. That's not what I wanted to ask you. I just wanted to say that you should leave half of the roasted chicken for me. But judging from your expression, you don't seem inclined to." Yang Liming thought to himself, annoyed. Seeing that Hong Qigong had finished the roasted chicken and was now attacking the other dishes on the table, Yang Liming's eyes widened. He exclaimed, "Damn it! This was made for me by Xiao Zhao!" He quickly began to devour the food on the table. "Don't try to take it from me, this duck leg is mine!" Yang Liming shouted at the top of his lungs. "Kid, you're so ungrateful! This old beggar saved you, and you don't even show me any courtesy," Hong Qigong retorted. "You old thief who robbed me of my meal, you yourself said I don't need to thank you. What's there to be embarrassed about? Besides, eating is the most important thing in the world. It's unforgivable for you to disturb my meal! I even called you 'senior' just now. Who knew you'd be so disrespectful to your elders." "You..." "You..." "Kid..." "Old man..." Xiao Zhao came out after washing the clothes, looking at the comical scene in astonishment.Hong Qigong and his elder brother, who had returned sometime earlier, were now shouting and cursing without any regard for their image, scrambling for the food on the table. (Please add to your favorites and recommend this post! I'm finally about to reach 10,000 words today, it wasn't easy! Please support me! Your support is what keeps me going!)

Chapter 48: Hong Qigong Accepts a Disciple "Senior Hong, you're back!" Although she saw Hong Qigong, acting like an old man, scrambling for the food on the table with her elder brother, Xiao Zhao still greeted them with a smile. "You're back! You're back! Little girl, did you make these dishes? Your cooking is so good, this old beggar is truly blessed!" Hong Qigong, having snatched the last item from the table, the "duck leg," smiled at Xiao Zhao. "If Senior Hong likes it, Xiao Zhao, make a little more." Seeing Hong Qigong's expression, Xiao Zhao said with a smile, then ran to the kitchen. She was grateful to Hong Qigong for saving her elder brother, so seeing that he liked her cooking, she naturally wanted to repay him. Hong Qigong muttered, "This girl is so kind, much better than some other kid." Yang Liming, who had lost the duck leg, didn't care about the old man's slander. After all, his earlier playful fight with Hong Qigong was just to get acquainted with him. "Hehe, old man, how is it? Are you satisfied with Xiao Zhao's cooking?" Yang Liming asked Hong Qigong. Hong Qigong, who was gnawing on a duck leg with his mouth full of food, mumbled after hearing this, "Hmm, satisfied, satisfied. Apart from that meal at the palace, this is the best. Of course, it would be even better if you didn't fight me for it, hehe." "Qigong, since Xiao Zhao's cooking suits your taste so well, how about passing on some martial arts skills to her?" Yang Liming said to Hong Qigong with a smile. "Huh! You recognize me?" Hong Qigong stopped his struggle with the duck leg and said in surprise. "Hehehe, in this world, the only beggar who could separate me and Ouyang Feng with a single palm strike is you, the Nine-Fingered Beggar Hong Qigong. I can't think of anyone else." Hong Qigong said with a wry smile, "So you've been eyeing me all along. Well, since I've eaten your wife's cooking, what's wrong with me teaching her martial arts? But I have a question. Your own martial arts are among the best in the world, second only to us old folks. You could say you can roam the martial world with impunity. Why don't you teach her yourself?" Hong Qigong asked somewhat curiously. "It's always good to have more skills, and I know myself well. I'm good at practicing martial arts myself, but when it comes to teaching, I'm really not that good. Besides, you taught Xiao Zhao. Isn't that the same as teaching me?" "Yang Liming explained to him with a smile, making no secret of his desire to learn Hong Qigong's martial arts through Xiao Zhao. He knew Hong Qigong wasn't petty and wouldn't care too much if someone learned his skills. Under the shade of a tree, two rattan chairs and two cups of tea were arranged. An old man and a young girl, their eyes slightly narrowed, watched a girl not far away, her feet moving with exquisite footwork, like a fairy dancing. She held a bamboo stick in her hand, practicing a set of stick techniques. "Strike the dog's head," "Cut off the dog's rump," "Snatch the stick from the mastiff's mouth," "Strike two dogs with the stick"... Xiao Zhao's footwork continued without pause. After completing the entire set of Dog-Beating Stick Techniques, she walked breathlessly to Hong Qigong and said, "Master, Xiao Zhao has finished." "Starting two days ago, Xiao Zhao began learning martial arts from Hong Qigong. She even became his disciple. Originally, Yang Liming's plan was for Xiao Zhao to cook delicious meals for Hong Qigong in exchange for him teaching her martial arts. However, Xiao Zhao resolutely refused, insisting on becoming his disciple before learning. She didn't believe her few meals could compare to his mastery of martial arts. Learning without becoming his disciple would be taking advantage of Hong Qigong, her benefactor. Seeing her insistence, Hong Qigong readily accepted her as a disciple. He was more than happy to have such a skilled cook as a disciple. Hong Qigong looked at Xiao Zhao with astonishment and said, 'Ah, you're really clever, girl. You've only watched me fight a few times and you've already learned so well. Unlike some people, who are as dumb as stones. Heavens! My biggest mistake in life was taking that silly boy as a disciple!' 'Old man, do you have other disciples? Who are they?'" "Yang Liming asked aloud, but in his heart he thought, "So stupid, like a rock, could it be Guo Jing? Could it be that he's become Hong Qigong's disciple?" Hong Qigong, hearing Yang Liming's words, said indignantly, "He's a stupid boy. I just took him in a while ago. Every time I watch him practice, I almost vomit blood from anger. Humph, if it weren't for the fact that he's a decent person and willing to work hard, I would have expelled him from the sect long ago." "If you think Guo Jing is so bad, why did you take him in?" After hearing Hong Qigong's description, Yang Liming was now certain it was Guo Jing. "Huh? How do you know it's Guo Jing?" Hong Qigong asked curiously after hearing Yang Liming's words. "Of course, I'm that kid's sworn brother. I saw him a few months ago, and he also knows the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Plus, that kid really isn't very bright, so what you're saying is most likely him." "Yang Liming explained to Hong Qigong. "Oh, I see. I didn't teach him the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms before. It was actually a coincidence that I took him in. That day... well, after Guo Jing and Yang Liming parted ways, he also parted ways with his seven masters. By chance, he saved the lives of several beggars from the Beggar Clan. And this was witnessed by Hong Qigong, who happened to be passing by. Of course, that wouldn't have been enough. Hong Qigong wouldn't have taken him in on that alone. But it just so happened that when Guo Jing saved people, he used the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms that he had obtained at the bottom of the cliff. After inquiring about his experiences, Hong Qigong felt that he had a connection with him and the Beggar Clan. So he took him in as his disciple. He taught him martial arts for a few days. Because there was no tempting food from Huang Rong, Hong Qigong taught Guo Jing the first ten moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in about ten days, but then left because he couldn't stand Guo Jing's slowness. He recalled the maddening experience of teaching Guo Jing martial arts." Hong Qigong exclaimed, "Heavens! That kid isn't just not very bright, he's downright stupid!" "My second brother isn't actually stupid, he's just a bit of a wise fool," Yang Liming chimed in, defending Guo Jing. After all, if Guo Jing were truly a fool, he wouldn't have become the revered hero he is today. "Alright, whether he's stupid or a wise fool, it's none of our business now. The most important thing for us is to go back and eat Xiao Zhao's delicious cooking," Hong Qigong said as he stood up, then started walking in one direction. Yang Liming and Xiao Zhao exchanged a smile and followed behind him. After spending more than ten days with Yang Liming and Xiao Zhao, Hong Qigong taught Xiao Zhao all the martial arts he could. Then he left without saying goodbye. He couldn't stay in one place for long. If it weren't for Xiao Zhao's culinary skills, comparable to Rong'er's, he would have left long ago. (Please support me!) Vote and add to your favorites.

Chapter 49: The Thief Meets the Target (Thank you all for your support!) Jin Kingdom, capital. Outside Wanyan Honglie's Zhao Prince's Mansion. Two figures, dressed in black, were barely noticeable under the crescent moon. They crept stealthily to a corner of the manor's wall and carefully climbed over. "Brother, why did you bring me here? Why are we dressed in black?" "Xiao Zhao, we're here to steal, of course we have to dress like this. Alright, follow me." These two figures were naturally Yang Liming and his little maid, Xiao Zhao. After escaping from Ouyang Feng, Yang Liming felt a sense of crisis. He no longer had that "I'm a transmigrator, I'm immortal" mentality. Although the novels he had read before were like that, he wasn't sure if his life was as tough as the protagonists'. If Ouyang Feng had brought his snake formation to ambush him and Xiao Zhao last time, he probably would have used up all of Xiao Bai's energy. Aside from using an atomic bomb to take Ouyang Feng down with him, there was absolutely no other way. How could he possibly be alive to stand here? Under Ouyang Feng's pressure, Yang Liming, after separating from Hong Qigong, remembered that in the original Legend of the Condor Heroes, Guo Jing seemed to have greatly increased his power after eating Liang Ziweng's giant medicinal snake in the Prince's mansion. He also gained the ability to make even venomous snakes retreat in his presence, and was no longer afraid of Ouyang Feng's snake formation. So how could he not covet Liang Ziweng's precious snake? That's why he didn't bring Xiao Zhao to steal it today. "Big brother, this place is so big, which direction should we go?" Xiao Zhao asked, seeing Yang Liming pacing around for a long time. "Uh! I'm not quite sure either, I'll have to ask someone," Yang Liming replied, blushing slightly. Just as Yang Liming finished speaking, an arrogant-looking middle-aged man in a brocade robe walked towards them, clearly holding a high position in the Prince's mansion. "Hehe, Xiao Zhao, we're really lucky. Someone's come to guide us." Seeing him, Yang Liming laughed, then went up and immobilized him by striking his pressure points, dragging him to a corner for interrogation. "What's your profession in the Prince's mansion? Tell the truth." Yang Liming released the middle-aged man's mouth and asked him fiercely. "Great hero, spare my life! I have an eighty-year-old father and a three-year-old son... I'm just a handyman!" Upon realizing he'd been kidnapped, the middle-aged man quickly begged Yang Liming for mercy with the classic line. "Sigh, why did you lie to me? I hate dishonest people the most. Since you want to suffer, this great shrew will grant your wish." Yang Liming shook his head and sighed as he immobilized the middle-aged man by striking his pressure point, a sight that made Xiao Zhao beside him smile. The middle-aged man, however, couldn't smile anymore; after being immobilized, his face filled with terror. "Wearing such fine clothes, and all plump and well-fed. They all say they're just doing odd jobs. The Prince's mansion really treats you well. It almost made me think that being a errand boy was a promising career." Yang Liming said, snapping one of the middle-aged man's fingers. After his finger was broken, the middle-aged man's face was covered in cold sweat, and his face contorted in pain. He fainted shortly after. "Now do you remember what you did in the Prince's mansion?" Yang Liming slapped him awake, releasing the middle-aged man's pressure points as he asked. "I remember, I remember. I'm the head steward of the Prince's mansion," the middle-aged man quickly replied after his pressure points were released. "Oh, so you know everything about the Prince's mansion?" Yang Liming asked hastily after hearing his words. He hadn't expected such good fortune this time; he'd randomly grabbed someone who turned out to be the head steward of the Prince's mansion. Now things would be much simpler. "Of course. What does the great hero wish to ask me? I will answer to the best of my knowledge." The steward said cautiously after hearing Yang Liming's words. "Hehe... Don't be afraid. I'm always merciful to those who obey. I want to know which room that old monster Liang Ziweng, the ginseng immortal who loves alchemy and reeks of medicine, lives in. Take me there now." Yang Liming asked with a smile. "Yes, yes, yes..." "Please, great hero." "Hmph, if you dare to play any tricks, you can forget about seeing the sun tomorrow." Yang Liming's face changed. "Yes, yes, no, no, I won't dare. I'll lead the way." After being released by Yang Liming, the steward hurriedly walked in one direction, and Yang Liming and Xiao Zhao quickly followed behind him. "Great hero, this is where the ginseng immortal (Liang Ziweng) lives." "After the steward arrived at another courtyard, he spoke to Yang Liming. Seeing the medicinal herbs in the courtyard, Yang Liming knew the steward wasn't lying. He'd knock him unconscious, stomp on him a few times, and then toss him behind a secluded rockery. "Xiao Zhao, come with me." Yang Liming grabbed Xiao Zhao's hand and swaggered into the house. He'd already used his Asura Demon Eye to carefully scan the house. Finding no one inside, he was immediately enveloped in the pungent smell of medicine. The table, the couch, and the floor were covered with various medicinal herbs, as well as bottles, jars, vats, and bowls of all sizes. It seemed Liang Ziweng enjoyed tinkering with elixirs; even as a guest in the Prince's mansion, he hadn't neglected these things. "Brother, what are we here to steal?" Xiao Zhao asked, watching Yang Liming rummage through the house. "You'll find out in a moment. This is definitely good stuff. --Hehe! Found it!" Because the room was small and the items were unusual, Yang Liming quickly found the large red snake in a bamboo basket. Excitedly, he closed the basket, tied a rope around it, and strapped it to his back. This was a valuable item that could increase his martial arts skills! He said to Xiao Zhao, "We've got the item; let's leave." Then he staggered out. "Ugh! We've been discovered. That's bad news." Just outside the room, Yang Liming's senses, far exceeding those of ordinary people, detected someone approaching. And they were already quite close. "You...you...who are you? What are you doing here?" "The newcomer asked them menacingly as soon as he saw them. Yang Liming saw that it was an old man with a youthful face and white beard, and not a single hair on his head. He guessed that this was the wicked fellow known as the Ginseng Immortal Old Monster Liang Ziweng. Birds of a feather flock together. None of Wanyan Honglie's companions are good people. This guy used to be a ginseng merchant in Changbai Mountain. Later, he killed a senior hermit who was seriously injured. He took a martial arts manual and more than ten prescriptions from the man's clothes. He practiced and studied them according to the instructions. Since then, he has become very skilled in martial arts and has also become proficient in pharmacology. About twenty years ago, this old guy actually believed in some kind of evil theory of replenishing yang by absorbing yin. He found many beautiful virgins, deflowered them, and..." They had committed a hundred acts of debauchery, a hundred times over. They claimed it would grant them immortality. Then, during one of their evil deeds, they were caught by Hong Qigong, who happened to be passing by. Hong Qigong beat them severely, ripped out clumps of hair from their heads, and forced them to return the girls to their homes. He also made them swear a solemn oath never to commit such evil again, or he would suffer a fate worse than death if Hong Qigong ever saw them again. Later, he did indeed refrain from committing the same acts out of fear of Hong Qigong. However, his nature was inherently wicked. Upon hearing that the Great Jin Zhao King Wanyan Honglie was recruiting martial arts practitioners, he eagerly rushed over to aid and abet the wicked. "Hehehe, just passing by, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now." "Although this guy is bad, he still stole someone else's things and was caught red-handed by the person who stole them. Even though he kept telling himself that he stole from a bad person and was doing justice, Yang Liming still felt somewhat embarrassed and awkward… (The second update is here on time! Please have pity on me, everyone! 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Chapter Fifty: Stealing won't work, so I'll just rob you! "Ah! My snake! You two little bastards! You dare steal my precious snake? You're asking for death!" Liang Ziweng wasn't going to listen to his nonsense about just passing by. He took a closer look at what was on Yang Liming's back and was immediately horrified. His teeth clenched so hard they rattled, and his eyes flashed with uncontrollable rage, like an enraged lion. He glared at Yang Liming and Xiao Zhao, cursing them filthyly. "Hey, you old geezer, watch your mouth! Who are you calling little bastards?" "Hah!" Before Yang Liming could finish speaking, Liang Ziweng had already rushed over. Staring intently at him, he swung an iron staff at him, as if to tear him apart. He shouted incessantly, "Give me back my snake! Give me back my snake!" Xiao Zhao was startled and took a few steps back. Yang Liming snorted coldly, "Good timing." A heavy sword of black iron suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slammed it down with his inner force, carrying the sword's power, towards Liang Ziweng's iron staff that was coming towards him. Clang! A loud crash resounded as the heavy sword struck the iron staff that Liang Ziweng was bracing with both hands. Liang Ziweng, a late-stage Acquired Realm cultivator, clashed with Yang Liming, who, even without using his self-created explosive form, was almost at the Innate Realm. The outcome was obvious. This wasn't a matter of a small difference. It's no exaggeration to say that Yang Liming could easily defeat ten Liang Ziwengs right now. "Ah!" A scream rang out as his body flew backward, several meters before crashing to the ground. Even after landing, the force didn't diminish, and he tumbled several more times before stopping, coughing up a large mouthful of blood. The iron staff in his hands was almost bent into a bow shape, and the knuckles of both hands were all broken, blood flowing freely. This single sword strike had almost taken half his life. "Hmph! Originally, I was going to steal from you, but since you're so welcoming, I'll just have to rob you." "Pfft!" Hearing this shameless remark, Liang Ziweng spat out another mouthful of blood. His hands trembled as he pointed at Yang Liming, saying haltingly, "I recognize you! You're the one who drove that steel monster into the Prince's mansion and kidnapped the Princess." The old man finally remembered. Yang Liming had run him over in his sports car, knocking him unconscious. Because that incident happened so long ago, and Yang Liming had only made a fleeting appearance, grabbing Bao Xiruo and Yang Tiexin and running away, most people hadn't seen him clearly. That's why Liang Ziweng only recognized him now. "Hehehe, so you remembered. Much better memory than that idiot Ouyang Ke. Looks like you're old but not senile. But so what? I'm leaving. Enjoy the beautiful night sky and scenery from the ground. Bye-bye." Yang Liming didn't want to kill him now. Although he hated Wanyan Honglie and his Jin people, who were like the modern-day Japanese, and even more so these traitors who, despite being Han Chinese, bullied the Han for the Jin, he knew even more that the greatest enemy of the Han people of the Song Dynasty was no longer the Jin, but the menacing Mongols. According to historical records, they were even more cruel than the Jin, carrying out massacres like the Nanjing Massacre every time they conquered a city. The Jin Dynasty? Now, at best, was just a paper tiger, outwardly powerful, but easily shattered by a gust of wind. "The main enemy of the Song Dynasty now is still the Mongols, the people of Temujin's kingdom. They are absolutely a hungry wolf." If the Mongols destroy the Jin Dynasty, the next to face them will be the Song Dynasty, ruled by the Han people. The only capable member of the Jin Dynasty now is Wanyan Honglie. Not killing Liang Ziweng is to increase his strength, allowing him to weaken the Mongols in the future. Even so, the already corrupt Jin Dynasty will still be destroyed by the Mongols. But delaying them is still good. Seeing Yang Liming about to leave, Liang Ziweng hurriedly said, "You brat, don't go! Take the snake..." He seemed to suddenly realize that with his abilities and his current half-dead state, threatening Yang Liming was impossible. He abruptly stopped, his hands trembling as he stretched out, forcefully turning himself to kneel on the ground. He cried out, "Grandpa, please have mercy! I beg you!" "Give me back my precious snake! It's a snake I've raised with twenty years of painstaking care! Please have mercy on me, I'll do anything you ask, just give it back to me... I'll kneel down and kowtow to you!" With that, he began to kowtow repeatedly, hoping Yang Liming would soften and return the snake. To be honest, seeing this white-haired old man kneeling and kowtowing, Yang Liming did feel a pang of sympathy. But then he remembered the old man's service to the Jin Kingdom and his many evil deeds; giving it back would be aiding and abetting evil. He felt a little more at ease. Most importantly, the snake was of immense benefit to him; how could he return it just because of a few kowtows? He shook his head, hardening his heart. "What a joke! This young master never lets go of what he has already obtained." Seeing no hope, Liang Ziweng sat down on the ground and began to wail loudly. His cries grew louder and louder. Yang Liming's lips twitched, a wave of annoyance washing over him. "Hey, hey, don't make me look like the villain!" he said, pulling Xiao Zhao away. Unexpectedly, the soft-hearted girl grabbed his hand, pleading pitifully, "Big brother, he's so old, you shouldn't bully him. If the thing isn't very important to you, just give it back. Look how pitifully he's crying!" He pinched the girl's nose and said with a smile, "You little rascal, it's not that I'm bullying him, it's just that this thing is very useful to both of us. Let's go. His crying is so loud, it'll attract attention. Anyway, he's not a good person." Seeing her elder brother say this, Xiao Zhao could only look pitifully at the old man on the ground and then obediently nod. She prepared to leave with Yang Liming. After all, in her opinion, nothing else could compare to even a fraction of what her elder brother possessed. The fact that her elder brother wanted to take her things was simply her bad luck. Xiao Zhao had already put in a good word for her. "None of you are leaving. The Prince's mansion is not a place you can come and go as you please." "The two hadn't even left when a shout stopped them. A group of people arrived one after another. The one in the lead was actually a lama. Yang Liming initially mistook him for Lingzhi Shangren, the one who had been killed for recklessly trying to take his rocket launcher head-on. But then he realized that the two were just dressed alike and not the fool. After the man who looked like Lingzhi Shangren arrived not far from Yang Liming and Xiao Zhao, several more people arrived. Yang Liming looked in turn and saw Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai, Liang Ziweng on the ground, and Lingzhi Shangren, whom he had killed before. All five of Wanyan Honglie's worst bastards were now present. The group parted to let Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang, the unfilial son and traitor Yang Liming had taught a lesson to, appear as well. "How come they all arrived so quickly?" "Yang Liming thought dejectedly. Xiao Zhao hid behind her elder brother, her face burning. She had come to steal something, but had been discovered by so many people. She didn't have her elder brother's thick skin. Actually, the reason Wanyan Honglie and the others were all here was mainly because of the noise Liang Ziweng had made. Normally, a little noise in the Prince's mansion wouldn't disturb everyone. But today was a bit of an exception. Wanyan Honglie was holding an important meeting with everyone in the courtyard next to Liang Ziweng's residence. In the end, Yang Liming was just too unlucky. "Who are you and why are you trespassing in my Prince's mansion?" Wanyan Honglie asked loudly. "Your Highness, he is the boy who kidnapped the Princess Consort. You must avenge this old man!" Before Yang Liming could answer, Liang Ziweng on the ground screamed like a pig being slaughtered. "What!" "After hearing Liang Ziweng's words and seeing his wretched appearance, everyone unconsciously became wary. The steel monster and the shattered Lingzhi Shangren they found had given them quite a shock. Plus, Liang Ziweng on the ground was clearly injured. They knew how powerful Liang Ziweng was… Yang Liming, seeing his identity exposed, merely smiled disdainfully. He had come secretly simply to avoid trouble. Even now that he'd been discovered, it wasn't a big deal. He thought to himself, 'What can these clowns do to me?' Among all these people, the only one who made him slightly wary was the one dressed similarly to Lingzhi Shangren. 'Just reached the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm? Not bad…' (Here, I first want to thank Cuiweiju platform for giving me the opportunity to write with renewed passion, and also thank all the readers for continuing to support Youmin. That's all for now. A strong call for recommendation votes! Everyone, please bombard Youmin with your collections!)"

Chapter 51 Showing Off "Hehehe, he's right, it's me, grandpa. So what? You still want to bite me? Come on then!" Yang Liming smiled and said to them with a disdainful look. At the same time, he swayed his waist and kissed Xiao Zhao on the cheek. The contempt on his face was obvious to even a fool. Provocation, provocation, blatant provocation. He had now provoked the wrath of the crowd. Every one of Wanyan Honglie's men was a notorious villain, a powerful figure in the martial arts world whose mere presence could strike fear into the hearts of ordinary people. Now, he was being looked down upon like this. Everyone was furious, staring intently at Yang Liming, their heads constantly saying, "Damn it, you didn't bring that steel monster today, what are you so arrogant about? I'll kill you with my eyes." However, no one dared to make the first move. After all, if he dared to be so confident in the face of such a group of people, he must have something to rely on to deal with them. Otherwise, they would be fools. But that hateful guy on the other side looked like a pretty spirited young man. "How could he be an idiot?" "I'll hold back. Let the one who can't take it anymore go first. Let's find out his true strength. If he's just putting on airs and doesn't have any real skills, I'll go in immediately and give him a good beating. Let him know that the dignity of a bad person is not to be trampled on." The entire group of villains around Wanyan Honglie thought the same thing in unison. Even the near-powerful person at the Great Perfection of Acquired Realm, who dressed similarly to Lingzhi Shangren, thought the same. But while they planned to let others probe first, Wanyan Honglie couldn't stand it. He had finally gotten a chance to get information about Bao Xiruo. How could he easily let Yang Liming go? He was ruthless towards Yang Liming. "If it weren't for him, how could Xiruo have separated from me and run away with that lowly Yang Tiexin?" He straightened up and stared coldly at Yang Liming and the other man, saying, "Young man over there, if you're willing to tell me where my beloved concubine and the lover who abducted her are, I'll let you go today. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to... humph..." "Haha..." Yang Liming suddenly threw his head back and laughed, interrupting Wanyan Honglie, saying, "Wanyan Honglie, your skin is really thick. How dare you say 'lover'?" "Have you really forgotten what happened before the New Year? Bao Xiruo was originally Yang Tiexin's wife. And they already had a son. Look! That's the guy next to you now called Wanyan Kang. To sum you up in one sentence, I've never seen anyone as shameless as you. Your level of shamelessness is comparable to the legendary Goryeo and the Southern Kingdom. Uh... compared to Goryeo and the Southern Kingdom, you're still slightly inferior. But you're already at a god-like level. I admire you." As he spoke, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wanyan Honglie, as if he really admired him. Wanyan Honglie was so angry that his face turned pale. Yang Kang, who was next to him, jumped out at this moment, his eyes blazing with fire, and shouted, "You wretched brat, where did you take my mother? Don't spout nonsense. I am my father's own son, a prince of the Great Jin Kingdom. I'm not the son of that lowly commoner. Don't associate me with that lowly commoner." He was most afraid of people talking about his identity now. "Hmph, I won't talk to a beast who recognizes a thief as his father, takes pride in selling out his country, is utterly stupid and an absolute idiot." Yang Liming was displeased with Yang Kang. While watching *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, although he didn't like him, he didn't hate him too much. After all, you can't entirely blame this guy. If it were Yang Liming himself, who always thought of himself as the son of a high-ranking official, a pampered and arrogant prince of the Jin dynasty, he probably wouldn't have recognized some random, suddenly appearing father. After all, on one side was a wealthy official he'd considered his father since childhood, and on the other was a poor, wandering man he'd never had any feelings for. "It's understandable." But now, this Yang Kang in front of him, clearly aware that Yang Tiexin was his father after his mother's warning, still wanted to kill him. That's the behavior of a beast. You can disown him, since you've never known he had a father. But you can't harm him. He's still your father. "Kang'er, don't waste your breath on him. Just know that you are my biological son." "At this moment, Wanyan Honglie said to Yang Kang. Then he turned to Yang Liming and issued a final ultimatum. "Since you are so ungrateful, don't blame me for being impolite!" "Do I need your politeness? Spit it out, I'll take it." Yang Liming used to be bullied by powerful figures like the Eastern Heretic and the Western Poison. He was always very depressed. But now, facing these weaker people, shouldn't he be able to balance his wounded heart? "Gentlemen, please capture this person for me. I will definitely not treat you unfairly." Hearing the prince's order, the group of villains exchanged glances. In the end, their desire for wealth and glory easily overwhelmed their concerns about Yang Liming. First, Sha Tongtian roared angrily: "You stinking brat! Don't try to show off here. You, 'Ghost Gate Dragon King' Grandpa Sha, will learn your tricks first!" "Having said that, he formed palms and struck at Yang Liming. The others, seeing that he had gotten there first, hurriedly tried to go over as well, afraid that he would steal their thunder and diminish their status in the prince's eyes. But before they even reached Yang Liming's side, they all retreated in shock. Because the first one to go over, Sha Tongtian, had already exchanged a palm strike with Yang Liming. Moreover, with even greater speed than when he went, he flew back and crashed to the ground several feet away, unable to get up for a moment. Judging from the irregular bending of his hands, it was clear that Sha Tongtian's hand bones were broken. This injury would take at least a year and a half to heal. Wanyan Honglie and the others were shocked. This man was truly formidable; he had knocked down the arrogant "Ghost Gate Dragon King" with a single palm strike. They knew what kind of skill Sha Tongtian possessed. "One move, just one move." Cold sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads. Even the lama at the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm was the same. He knew it would take him at least ten moves to defeat Sha Tongtian. He had just entered this realm, so naturally he was far inferior to Yang Liming. Yang Liming was at the peak of this realm, just one step away from stepping into the Innate Great Dao that all martial artists dream of. Their fighting power was at least half that of each other. Yang Liming could defeat him in twenty moves at most. Just like Qiu Qianren, a novice at the early stage of the Innate Realm, he couldn't withstand Ouyang Feng, an old bird at the early stage of the Innate Realm, in thirty moves. Didn't you see how Qiu Chuji and the others were instantly killed by Huang Yaoshi? Seeing that everyone was stunned by Yang Liming's palm strike, Wanyan Honglie quickly said, "Everyone, don't be afraid of him. He's alone, and this isn't some martial arts competition, but the capture of an assassin. Gentlemen, if you all rush forward, you can definitely capture him!" Everyone's hearts stirred, and they thought it made sense. They all drew their weapons. Yang Liming waited for them to finish discussing before laughing and saying, "Are you all ready?" "You should have done this earlier! Stop being so fussy, like a woman!" "Uh, Xiao Zhao, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with being a woman, don't misunderstand. Let's find a safe place and watch the show from the sidelines, see how your brother displays his might and deals with these clowns." Xiao Zhao smiled gently at him and walked to the side. She sat on a stone chair, looking like she was watching a play. She had absolute confidence in her older brother and didn't see anything wrong with him displaying his might. After sending Xiao Zhao away, Yang Liming swung his heavy black iron sword, his aura rising, his inner force surging out. His long hair moved without wind, and he laughed arrogantly, "Haha...you all want to come at me together, huh? Just what I wanted! Come on, let me show you what real power is! You frogs in a well can see the sky, you're lucky." Hahaha...Yang Liming laughed loudly. His domineering aura surged wildly. Those opposite him felt as if he stood before them like a colossal tower, inspiring awe and reverence; or like a supreme war god, unapproachable and awe-inspiring. This unique aura of a master was a realm they, ordinary fighters, could never hope to reach. This was the first time they had faced such a terrifying mental constraint. Overwhelmed by Yang Liming's imposing presence, they nearly surrendered without a fight. Seeing that his aura was gradually eroding their fighting spirit, Yang Liming thought, "This is hopeless," and quickly withdrew his outward-facing aura. At that moment, Wanyan Honglie was the first to react, saying, "You are all heroes and powerful figures, renowned individuals. What face would we have if we retreated without a fight? We might as well fight to the death, perhaps so that future generations can admire us!" Wanyan Honglie had grown up in an imperial family, and the mental pressure from those in power was commonplace for him. Although Yang Liming's powerful aura had momentarily stunned him, he quickly recovered the moment Yang Liming withdrew his aura. Hearing the prince's words, the others, knowing they worked under him, knew they couldn't let him look down on them. Even if they died today, they couldn't let their prestige be diminished. "Yes, yes, he's right. You should hurry up and attack. How can I be so embarrassed when you're all so scared? Hehehe," Yang Liming said, beckoning to the group of villains opposite him with a finger, his face full of disdain. His demeanor was extremely arrogant. He thought to himself, "I've finally got my comeuppance! This feels amazing! No wonder Huang Yaoshi loved to show off so much. I've also come to enjoy this sport, which is as pleasurable as sex!"... (Recommended, please add to your collection. Begging for more!) Welcome all readers to visit and read.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Mei Chaofeng? "Kill!" shouted Peng Lianhu, who was the first to attack. Peng Lianhu was known as the "Thousand-Handed Butcher," referring to his exceptional palm skills. He also had a close personal relationship with "Ghost Gate Dragon King" Sha Tongtian. Seeing his friend injured, he was deeply resentful. He had initially been afraid of Yang Liming and dared not retaliate, but this was a group attack, a brawl. He could no longer restrain himself and unleashed his most proficient palm technique, thrusting it towards Yang Liming's chest. The force of the palm strike caused the surrounding air to hiss and creak, appearing extremely terrifying. However, Yang Liming found it insignificant. As soon as Peng Lianhu attacked, almost simultaneously, the others unleashed palm strikes, kicks, and weapons, attacking Yang Liming from all three directions. No one dared to be careless; they all used their best skills from the start. Yang Liming looked contemptuously at the fists, feet, and weapons attacking him, based on his experience of always sparring with innate masters. These people before him were not badly trained, but compared to Ouyang Feng and his ilk, they were as weak as three-year-old children. He could see the flaws in their moves at a glance. But he disdained to exploit their weaknesses; instead, he channeled his inner strength and swung his heavy sword, smashing it down on them. It was a pure head-on collision, yet it left them with no way to dodge. I don't care about your feints or tricks. I'm just going to smash you with all my might. If you can block it, you're good. If you can't, you deserve it. Several muffled thuds rang out, and the surrounding air pressure suddenly cracked. The combined strength of the villains and the others collided with Yang Liming. The ground couldn't withstand the force of both sides and cracked open. With a thud, Hou Tonghai, Peng Lianhu, and Liang Ziweng and the others who had struggled to their feet and were attacking Yang Liming were sent flying, weapons and all. Yang Liming had knocked several of them away. "Just then, Xiao Zhao called out anxiously from not far away, 'Big brother, be careful!' Without thinking, he suddenly unleashed a powerful palm strike behind him. He had already noticed that among the people attacking him, the lama who dressed similarly to Lingzhi Shangren was missing. In that moment of triumph, thinking his sneak attack was about to succeed, Yang Liming suddenly attacked him. But he was far stronger than Liang Ziweng and the others. His reaction was extremely fast. He raised his hand to block. 'Clap!' 'Pfft!' The first sound was from when Yang Liming and the lama clashed palms, and the second sound was from when the lama spat out blood. Normally, given the lama's true skill, it would have been impossible for Yang Liming to injure him so easily. But the lama hadn't expected Yang Liming to discover him so quickly. He wasn't fully prepared. His strength wasn't at its peak. His sneak attack failed, and he was instead attacked by Yang Liming. He retreated repeatedly, moving further away from Yang Liming. 'Despicable! A sneak attack!' the lama said with difficulty, spitting out blood. 'I...I'm despicable?'" "After hearing the lama's shameless words, Yang Liming looked at him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Yang Liming truly couldn't understand these guys' thinking. His sneak attack wasn't considered despicable, but his counter-attack was. He couldn't stand these guys. Birds of a feather flock together. Shameless! Shameless!" "Hmph, bastard. I'll let you sneak attack, I'll let you sneak attack! You're the despicable one!" Xiao Zhao ran over and started kicking the lama, who was suffering from internal injuries. Although she was generally gentle, things were different when it came to Yang Liming. This guy had almost sneak attacked her older brother. Xiao Zhao was furious. She had just broken through to the late stage of the Acquired Realm under Hong Qigong's tutelage and with Yang Liming's elixirs. Beating up a severely injured Acquired Realm Great Perfection cultivator was definitely within her capabilities. The poor lama coughed up blood again from the angry girl's kicks, worsening his internal injuries. "Alright, alright, Xiao Zhao, if you kick him again, he'll die!" "Yang Liming pulled Xiao Zhao away and said to the lama on the ground, "What is your relationship with that Lingzhi Master?" "He is my junior brother. I came here because my junior brother died." Hearing the lama's words, Yang Liming suddenly realized why they were dressed the same. "Hahaha, Wanyan Honglie, your subordinates seem to be no good." Yang Liming had just finished speaking when his expression suddenly changed. Seeing that Wanyan Honglie was not nervous at all and that Yang Kang was missing from his side, he quickly gathered his ears. His ears twitched. "Let's go quickly." Yang Liming pulled Xiao Zhao up and used his lightness skill to the fullest, and in an instant, they left in front of Wanyan Honglie and the others. "Big brother, with our martial arts, we don't need to be afraid of them at all. Why are we running away?" On the other side of the palace, Xiao Zhao, who was beside Yang Liming, asked him in confusion. "Silly girl, this is the palace of the Jin Kingdom. We've been making a scene here for so long. Someone has already gone to get reinforcements." I just heard the footsteps of at least a thousand people running towards us. If we are surrounded. "Big brother isn't afraid. But you're in trouble." Yang Liming's words had barely faded when, sure enough, their previous spot was now filled with shouts and cries of "Search for the assassin!" from countless guards. The commotion was deafening. Yang Liming smiled smugly at Xiao Zhao. Suddenly, Xiao Zhao beside him felt her legs give way, cried out "Ah!" and plummeted, disappearing from Yang Liming's sight. "Xiao Zhao!" Yang Liming was terrified. He shouted and looked down at the ground. There was a hole in the ground. He hadn't noticed it in his relaxed state. "I'm alright, big brother, there's a hole here, it's not very deep." Hearing Xiao Zhao's cheerful cry, Yang Liming breathed a sigh of relief. If something had happened to Xiao Zhao under his nose, he would have gone mad. Although he liked all the women around him, the one he felt the deepest affection for was Xiao Zhao, who had stayed with him until the end. After all, they had lived and eaten together at the Condor's place for over half a year without ever being separated. "Ah!" Xiao Zhao's words had barely faded when she let out a scream. "Xiao Zhao!" Yang Liming's heart tightened again. He quickly leaped towards the cave entrance and jumped down. He descended about a meter before reaching solid ground. Just as he regained his footing, a figure ran towards him. Yang Liming looked and saw it was Xiao Zhao. Her face was deathly pale. She threw herself into his arms. "Xiao Zhao, are you alright?" Yang Liming pulled her into his arms and looked her over from head to toe. Seeing that she was alright except for being a little pale, he was truly relieved. "Brother, there are human skulls!" Yang Liming followed her hand and saw several human skulls on the ground. (((Wanderer: Of course, skulls are from dead people.)) "Oh! No wonder the little girl screamed like a ghost, making me so nervous too. So that's what it is. Women are indeed afraid of these things. Even some men are no exception," Yang Liming thought to himself. Suddenly, a cold and eerie voice came from the left corner: "Who? Daring to trespass here?" The two never expected that someone would live in this dark underground cave. Hearing this voice so suddenly, though soft, it sounded like thunder to them. Yang Liming's heart pounded wildly, and Xiao Zhao was terrified. The voice then said in a sinister tone: "Enter my cave, and you will die." "Are you tired of living?" The voice sounded like a woman's. The two, realizing the voice didn't sound like a ghost, felt their fear lessen slightly. A thought flashed through Yang Liming's mind: "The bottom of the cave, a woman, the Prince's mansion... Could she be Mei Chaofeng? No way! Logically, because of my appearance, Guo Jing and Huang Rong couldn't reach the Prince's mansion. Mei Chaofeng should have already starved to death because she was suffering from a qi deviation and couldn't move." He turned to look at the corner to his left... (One chapter is out! Please give me some votes and add it to your favorites to encourage me. Thank you!)

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