[Wuxia] First Travel to The Condor Heroes, Then to the Tang Dynasty (Complete) - 13

Chapter 115: The Final Chapter of The Legend of the Condor Heroes - The Slaying of Ouyang Ke

"He's just a friend, why are you in such a hurry for him?" Yang Liming said indignantly. "How can you say that? He's really just a friend. I only wanted you to save him quickly because I saw him being dragged down by me. Now that I've already acknowledged you as my husband, how could I possibly care about other men? Do you think I, He Yuanjun, am a wicked woman who attracts unwanted attention?" He Yuanjun's eyes reddened as she spoke. Yang Liming thought about it and realized she was right. Why was he being so inexplicably jealous? But he wouldn't admit defeat. "Fine, tell me not to overthink it. I'll save him, but you have to call me 'Brother Yang, my good husband.' Otherwise, if you call him 'Brother Lu,' I'll be at a huge disadvantage. I'm your husband. Why am I not even treated as well as this ordinary friend?" "Brother Yang... my good husband..." He Yuanjun called out without hesitation, then buried her head in Yang Liming's chest, looking a little shy. "Hehe, my dear Yuanjun." Yang Liming chuckled as he carried his new wife to Lu Zhanyuan, who was lying on the ground. He kicked him, sending him flying half a meter into the air. "Ah! What are you doing? I told you I have nothing to do with him. Why don't you believe me?" He Yuanjun bit Yang Liming's arm in frustration. "Alright, little kitten, stop biting. I was just waking him up. Look up, isn't he awake?" Yang Liming said. He Yuanjun turned around and saw that Lu Zhanyuan had indeed slowly woken up. He looked around and, seeing Yang Liming, suddenly jumped up. He said warily, "Brother, I'm really not a lecher. I was just trying to detoxify Miss He." "I already know that. You don't need to remind me. Since you're awake, Yuanjun and I will be leaving now," Yang Liming said. "What? Miss He, how could you..." Lu Zhanyuan seemed to only then realize that He Yuanjun had somehow ended up in Yang Liming's arms. He Yuanjun, her eyes wide and looking at him somewhat embarrassed, said, "Brother Lu... my husband has cured me of the poison. Thank you so much for taking care of me these past few days. Please take good care of yourself." Lu Zhanyuan stared at He Yuanjun, who was nestled shyly in Yang Liming's arms, speechless. His face flushed red and then paled, a complex and varied expression. Seeing his sudden loss of composure, He Yuanjun sighed. She had long sensed that Lu Zhanyuan's feelings for her had become increasingly unusual. Originally, she had planned to give him a chance to pursue her. But now that she had unexpectedly become Yang Liming's husband, she should stay wholeheartedly by his side. It was better to stay away from this Brother Lu to avoid any misunderstandings. "Alright. She's awake. You've said goodbye. Can you go with your husband now? He has things to do." "Yang Liming said, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, pressing his forehead against He Yuanjun's. "Hmm..." He Yuanjun nodded her head, resting comfortably in his arms. "Wait. Wait... don't go yet, Miss He. Did he... cure your aphrodisiac? Did he... did he take advantage of you? Were you forced into this?" Lu Zhanyuan stood there, his face ashen and trembling as he pointed at Yang Liming. "What do you mean? What do you mean by taking advantage of someone in distress? Why don't you say you wanted to take advantage of someone in distress? Are you blind and can't you see whether Yuanjun was forced into this?" Yang Liming's face darkened. "Husband, let's go first." He Yuanjun tugged at Yang Liming and pleaded. Then she turned to Lu Zhanyuan and said, "Since you've taken me, it's fate. As long as he treats me well, Yuanjun doesn't need to be forced into this. Brother Lu, you've misunderstood." "Why? Why?" "It should have been me who detoxified Yuanjun. It should have been me! If you hadn't knocked me unconscious without even asking what happened, Yuanjun and I would already be husband and wife. I should be the one who got her. Yuanjun, I know you have feelings for me too, don't you? He must have used this to force you, right?" Lu Zhanyuan shouted, losing his composure. He was really unlucky. He was about to seize the perfect opportunity to win the heart of his beloved, but suddenly things took a complete 180-degree turn. Yang Liming's eyes flashed red upon hearing this. "Do you know what you're saying?" Yuanjun shivered. She clearly felt the murderous aura emanating from the man holding her. Although she didn't know how high his martial arts skills were, she could roughly sense the unique pressure of a strong person emanating from him, just like her grandmaster. Dealing with Lu Zhanyuan would be a piece of cake. "Brother Lu, what nonsense are you talking about? Since I've become my husband's woman, this is what Buddha called fate. Why should he force me?" "You'd better leave quickly. Otherwise, not only will my husband be angry, but I will too." Yuan Jun quickly said to Lu Zhanyuan with a stern face. She didn't want to cause Lu Zhanyuan's death because of her. After all, he was the one who saved her from the clutches of the lecherous Ouyang Ke. She couldn't let her husband hurt him, neither morally nor logically. Lu Zhanyuan, who was panting heavily with a flushed face, suddenly softened after hearing He Yuan Jun's words. He said dejectedly, "I'm sorry, brother, and Yuan... no... Miss He, I spoke rashly in a moment of impulse. Please forgive me." "After saying this, he bowed deeply to Yang Liming and Lu Zhanyuan. Suddenly, he looked up, tears welling in his eyes, and smiled at Yang Liming, "Brother, since Miss He has chosen you, you must treat her well. I wish you both..." He choked up and couldn't finish his sentence, his heart filled with bitterness. He was so close to marrying the woman he loved, but it had all slipped through his fingers, and another man had gotten the better deal. Seeing that he was still somewhat unwilling, Yang Liming realized that he was speaking from the heart. He thought that this guy wasn't without merit. He put away his murderous intent and said calmly, "Your words just now saved your life." Yang Liming frowned after speaking. His keen senses detected that a martial artist had arrived, and their skills were not low. Lu Zhanyuan smiled bitterly and was about to turn and leave when he was stopped by a mocking voice. "Haha, so you're here, surnamed Lu. Where is that lovely Miss He? You dared to ambush this young master. You've got some nerve." "Ouyang Ke!" Lu Zhanyuan and He Yuanjun exclaimed simultaneously. "It's you." As they cried out, Ouyang Ke also looked at Yang Liming in shock. His face turned deathly pale. Without thinking, he took off running, abandoning even the four maids he had brought with him. He cursed his bad luck in his heart. Not long ago, he was ambushed and slightly injured by an unknown young man surnamed Lu. Now, he had finally managed to track him down and seek revenge, but he had run into this deadly fellow. "Brother Ouyang, why are you in such a hurry? Are you rushing back to hold a funeral for Old Toad?" Ouyang Ke felt like he was going crazy. He had only run a few steps when he saw a person leaning lazily against a large tree in front of him. And in his arms was a woman, He Yuanjun. Of course, he didn't have time to care why He Yuanjun was in Yang Liming's arms. "Brother Yang, hello...hello. You...how come you're here?" "Ouyang Ke broke out in a cold sweat, his legs trembling as he said, "Young Master, what's wrong?" At this moment, four maids also came to Ouyang Ke's side. Lu Zhanyuan also came over warily, watching Ouyang Ke from the side. "How did I get here? Of course, I'm here to take your dog's life, Brother Ouyang. This is probably what they call having a road to heaven but not taking it, having no gate to hell but insisting on barging in, right?" Yang Liming said as soon as Ouyang Ke finished asking his question. Ouyang Ke didn't say anything, but quickly wrote the words "Run! Find my uncle?" in one of the maids' palms. "Who is this person, Young Master? Why are you sparing my palm?" a maid pointed at Yang Liming and said. Ouyang Ke wanted to cry but had no tears. He almost wanted to strangle this stupid maid. "You surnamed Yang, my uncle is nearby. Don't do anything rash," Ouyang Ke said. "Hehehe, Brother Ouyang is really joking. If Old Toad is really nearby, he'll probably be thinking about how to ambush me." "How could you, you little toad, say that? Besides, so what if he's nearby? I, Yang, am more than happy to deal with him." Yang Liming said. "You...you...my uncle will avenge me." Ouyang Ke looked at Yang Liming slowly walking towards him, retreating as he spoke fiercely. At this moment, everyone around could see what was going on. It was Yang Liming chasing Ouyang Ke. Truly, some were happy while others were sad. Four maids drew their swords and blocked Ouyang Ke's path, saying, "Who are you? Our old master will not let you go." "Alright, enough of the nonsense, it's time to send Brother Ouyang on his way." Yang Liming ignored the four women and sneered at Ouyang Ke. "You all hurry up and go back to tell your uncle everything you saw today. The one who killed me is surnamed Yang. Avenge me!" Knowing he was doomed to die today, Ouyang Ke was desperate. He shoved aside the four white-clad maids and shouted. He now only hoped his uncle could avenge him. "Young Master... we can't..." the four maids hesitated. "Get out of here! Do you want me to die in vain?" Seeing their hesitation, Ouyang Ke roared at them. Hearing his shout, the four maids finally...Yu turned and ran. Yang Liming ignored them. If Ouyang Feng knew, so be it. With his current strength, he had the right to disregard everyone in this 'world'. "Hahaha, you surnamed Yang. Even if I die, I won't let you get away with it!" Ouyang Ke laughed maniacally. He took out a small snake, swallowed it whole, and his face instantly turned black. But Yang Liming felt his power increase from the late stage of the Acquired Realm to the peak of the Acquired Realm, infinitely close to the Innate Realm. "Having eaten the poisonous snake, I won't live for more than an hour anyway. I'll fight you, you surnamed Yang!" Ouyang Ke seemed to have abandoned fear at this moment, increasing his speed to the extreme as he charged towards Yang Liming. "Are you an idiot? What difference does an ant make to me compared to a stronger ant? What makes you think you can fight me?" Yang Liming stomped his foot, one arm around the beauty, the other striking Ouyang Ke's chest. Ouyang Ke felt an incredibly powerful wind pressure on his chest. He couldn't even move an inch. Yang Liming's words echoed in his mind. "Maybe I really am just an ant." Thud... A sound of bones breaking echoed in his chest. Ouyang Ke felt his consciousness rapidly fading. His only thought before death was, "My heart has been shattered." Then he plunged into endless darkness. "Why are you still here? Since that's the case, bury his body if you're willing. I'm leaving now," Yang Liming said to Lu Zhanyuan, who was not far away. Then he carried the beauty in his arms and headed towards Jiaxing City. Only then did Lu Zhanyuan realize that he had truly escaped with his life. If he hadn't apologized just now, he might have really been killed by this man like Ouyang Ke. He took a deep look in the direction He Yuanjun had left in, and left dejectedly. He had no interest in burying the body of someone like Ouyang Ke. A flock of crows flew by and swooped down on the corpse on the ground... Yang Liming was unaware that the Quanzhen Sect was facing a crisis when he killed Ouyang Ke... Upstairs in the Misty Rain Pavilion in Jiaxing. Qiu Chuji pointed his long sword at Yang Kang, Wanyan Honglie, and Wanyan Honglie's five henchmen: Liang Ziweng, Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai, Peng Lianhu, and Linghui Shangren, the senior brother of Lingzhi Shangren. "Yang Kang, you rebellious disciple! Today, I'm giving you two choices. Either come here immediately to die, or come back with me, Brother Yang, to receive your punishment and return to your ancestral clan." "Master Qiu… I…" Yang Tiexin, standing beside him, hesitated. "Brother Yang, I know you're upset. But you don't need to plead for this rebellious son. Let me seek justice for you." "Yes, Brother Yang. Let your senior brother handle this," the six disciples behind Yang Tiexin and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan urged. Yang Tiexin sighed bitterly, looking at his rebellious son with utter disappointment. He stepped aside. He could forgive Yang Kang. But what about the ancestors of the Yang family who had fought so hard to protect their homeland?

Episode 116: The Final Chapter of The Legend of the Condor Heroes - Misty Rain Pavilion

"This master is not my father at all. Why be deceived by him? If you return my mother to my father today, you will still be the master of the young prince of my Great Jin Kingdom," Yang Kang said stubbornly. "Yes, everyone. Kang'er is right. As long as the Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan are willing to return my queen and submit to me, I will treat you all well and make good use of you, considering that you are all talented. I can forget about past grievances," Wanyan Honglie said politely, clasping his hands. Although he knew it was unlikely, he still hoped to gain more talent to help his Great Jin resist the increasingly powerful Mongols. After all, their Great Jin had suffered repeated defeats against the Mongols. "Bah! What a load of rubbish! Making us work for the Jin dogs! Yang Kang, I think you are nothing but a dog!" Ke Zhen'e was the first to curse. Although their disciple's duel with Yang Kang was canceled, and Qiu Chuji had also conceded defeat, they still came to help the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. Because he was a chivalrous person, Guo Jing couldn't stand Yang Kang and Wanyan Honglie, these Jurchens and traitors. "Brother Yang, you are Han Chinese. Uncle Yang is your father. Master Qiu is your master. How can you do this?" Guo Jing glared at Yang Kang. "Brother Guo Jing, don't get angry with this kind of person. He has betrayed heaven, earth, parents, ruler, teachers, and everyone else. He's utterly despicable. It's not worth getting angry with him," the prettier girl beside Guo Jing said crisply, looking at Yang Kang with disdain and snorting. "Hmph, it seems you won't accept Lord Wang's kindness. Then let's fight. Watch me, the Ghost Gate Dragon King Sha Tongtian, beat you until you obediently hand over the Princess!" Seeing Sha Tongtian showing off in front of Wanyan Honglie, the others weren't to be outdone, clamoring at the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. Qiu Chuji coldly watched Yang Kang. "It seems you're determined to never turn back. The biggest regret of my life, Qiu Chuji, is taking you in as a traitorous disciple. I was going to give you a chance to repent out of respect for Brother Yang, but you didn't appreciate it. Now don't blame me for cleaning house for the Quanzhen Sect." "Hahaha, you Taoist priests are still so arrogant. Let me, Ouyang Feng, deal with you on behalf of Wanyan Honglie." A powerful laugh echoed down the stairs, making those upstairs dizzy. "Hehehe, Brother Ouyang, don't frighten these little devils. Let me deal with these clowns." Another voice rang out from below the stairs, displaying a power no less than Ouyang Feng's. "Chief Qiu, don't fight with me. I still have a grudge against them." "Western Poison. Ouyang Feng. Qiu Qianren!" The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were all shocked. The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan also felt as if they had encountered a formidable enemy, gripping their weapons tightly. Just as the words fell, two figures leaped up the stairs. "Mr. Ouyang and Chief Qiu have arrived. I, Xiao Wang, greet you both." Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang hurriedly came forward to pay their respects. Their five subordinates also bowed and scraped, clearly aware of the two men's formidable power, far surpassing their own. Ouyang Feng gave the Seven Masters of Quanzhen a cold look. "Wang Chongyang is dead. You seven pieces of trash are indeed destined for nothing." "Ouyang Feng, stop talking nonsense. Do you think we're afraid of you? Senior Brother, the Heavenly Dipper Formation!" Qiu Chuji shouted. Now that all seven masters were present, they weren't really afraid of Ouyang Feng. "Wait, Master. This kind of person doesn't need Master and Senior Uncle to deal with. We disciples can handle it." Zhao Zhijing and his disciples stood in front of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. "Zhijing, what are you doing? Do you know who he is? You're no match for him, so step back!" Qiu Chuji tried to pull Zhao Zhijing away. "Master Qiu, be careful!" "Ah!" Yang Tiexin, who was closest to Qiu Chuji, suddenly saw Zhao Zhijing stab the unsuspecting Qiu Chuji with a dagger. He immediately leaped forward to shield him. "You beast, what are you doing?" Liu Zi and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan shouted, about to rush over. But Zhao Zhijing and his disciples ran away quickly, as if afraid of being caught. They ran towards Wanyan Honglie's side. "Your Highness, Zhao Zhijing of the Quanzhen Sect is willing to serve Your Highness." You Huitian looked at Qiu Chuji, who was holding the weak Yang Tiexin in a daze, and the angry Seven Heroes of Quanzhen, and said, "Those who know the times are wise. How can we refuse Your Highness's good intentions? Master, please don't blame me." Wanyan Honglie was very happy and took Zhao Zhijing and the others into his camp. "Hahaha..." Ouyang Feng laughed. "You stinking Taoists, even your own disciples can't stand you." "Uncle Yang, how are you feeling?" Guo Jing knelt on the ground. Everyone ignored Zhao Zhijing and the others and surrounded Yang Tiexin to check his injuries. "Brother Yang, why did you do this?" "Qiu Chuji couldn't help but shed tears. Looking at the dagger piercing his heart and the dark blood on the wound, Qiu Chuji knew Yang Tiexin had traded his life for Yang's. 'Qiu...Master Qiu...you have treated my husband and me with boundless kindness. I...how could I, Yang Tiexin, watch you be harmed by such a villain? Master, please don't blame yourself.' Qiu Chuji said to Yang Tiexin, 'Brother Yang, if you have any unfinished business, tell me, and I will do everything in my power to help you. Even if it costs me my life.' His heart ached, and his voice choked with emotion. 'Kill that rebellious son Yang Kang for me. I've thought it through. Even if the Yang family line ends, we must not bring shame upon our ancestors. Cleanse...cleanse the family. And...and Xiruo. Xiruo...I've wronged her. We've only been reunited for less than a year. I have to make her live a widow's life again. Don't let her do anything foolish.'" "If she knew I was dead, she would definitely... she would..." He trailed off, his tiger-like eyes slowly closing. "Brother Yang! Brother Yang..." Qiu Chuji cried out in grief, cradling Yang Tiexin's body. The Six Masters of Quanzhen, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, and Guo Jing all looked up to the sky, tears welling in their eyes. They then glared at Wanyan Honglie's side, gritting their teeth. "Alright. Have you cried enough? Didn't you say you came today to settle your scores? How did it turn into a funeral?" Yang Kang said. "Brother Yang was your father. Now he's dead, yet you don't shed a single tear," Qiu Chuji said, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Yang Kang. "My senior brother was nothing but a beast." "Daoist, there's no need to talk to this beast. We'll avenge Brother Yang." The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, Guo Jing, and the young girl attacked, but were stopped by Liang Ziweng and his group of five. Guo Jing fought against two or three of them alone, still holding his own. However, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan and the young girl combined could only manage a draw against two of them. For a time, none of them could gain the upper hand. "This lowly commoner is not my father at all. He just said he wanted to kill me. Why should I shed tears for him? You Daoists are so stubborn. Don't blame me for being ruthless," Yang Kang said. "Good, good, good. What a fine Wanyan Kang." Qiu Chuji carried Yang Tiexin's body aside and said through gritted teeth, "The Big Dipper Formation." "The Seven Masters of Quanzhen instantly formed a line, their feet treading the seven stars, and rushed towards Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren. The group was filled with extreme grief and indignation. They disregarded whether they were their opponents or not. Their disciples clashed with Wanyan Honglie's soldiers and Zhao Zhijing's group—"Husband, why are you running so fast all of a sudden? Is something really important?" He Yuanjun, in his arms, asked. Yang Liming nodded. "Yes. I suddenly had a bad feeling. I don't know what happened. I have to hurry." After ascertaining the direction of Yanyu Tower, Yang Liming, carrying the woman who couldn't yet walk, flew rapidly against the strong wind pressure, a faint aura of true energy forming around him, protecting He Yuanjun inside—"Hahaha, the Heavenly Dipper Formation truly lives up to its name, but the person using it is too incompetent. Even if you Taoists turned into mad dogs, you couldn't kill us." "Ouyang Feng said to the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, who were attacking them recklessly, as he fought. He and Qiu Qianren were fighting together. Even with the protection of the Big Dipper Formation, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were still being suppressed by the two. Their defeat was inevitable in the long run. The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan were not gaining any advantage either. Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed. He took out a series of small green snakes from his pocket and threw them at the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. The Seven Masters knew at a glance that these were definitely not good things. They quickly dodged, or tried to kill them with their internal energy. But unexpectedly, the snakes exploded in mid-air. A rain of black blood fell. Although the Seven Masters of Quanzhen quickly dodged, they were still slightly hit. Then, they instantly became powerless. "Die." "Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren each launched a deadly attack on the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan caught a glimpse of this scene and roared in anger, but they were entangled by their opponents and helpless. Wanyan Honglie and the others, however, were overjoyed. This Western Poison truly lived up to his reputation as the number one poison master. "You deserve to die." A figure, moving at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, leaped from downstairs, entering the arena where Ouyang Feng, Qiu Qianren, and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were fighting. A powerful surge of internal energy erupted from the figure, striking down upon Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren. Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren, feeling the sudden, overwhelming pressure above their heads, were both terrified. What kind of power was this! If they didn't withdraw their attacks on the Seven Masters and instead defend, they would be shattered by this force. Without hesitation, both withdrew their hands from the Seven Masters and instantly struck upwards, channeling their full power to the limit. They knew that the power above them, if held back even slightly, would result in a gruesome death. "Bang!" A deafening crash resounded as the legs of the power source collided heavily with the four hands of Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren. The force rippled outwards, sending surrounding tables and chairs flying.Everyone felt the ground tremble. Two large holes appeared where Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren had stood. The two had been forcefully blasted through the second-floor mezzanine by the newcomer, crashing to the first floor. They fell heavily. For someone with only early-stage Innate Realm cultivation to withstand a full-force attack from a peak Innate Realm cultivator was clearly suicidal. "Sect Leader! Junior Brother Yang! Eldest Brother! You, surnamed Yang, have arrived!" Different voices called out. Some were overjoyed. Others were terrified. Yang Liming stood beside the two large holes, still holding He Yuanjun in his arms. His eyes scanned the scene above the Misty Rain Pavilion. He saw that the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan had separated from Sha Tongtian and the others due to Yang Liming's sudden appearance, each standing on one side, warily watching the other. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen lay slumped on the ground. What shattered his heart most was that Yang Tiexin was also there, and from his senses, he seemed to have already died. "Damn it, no wonder I had a bad feeling. My father-in-law actually..." Although he didn't have a deep relationship with Yang Tiexin, he was still heartbroken. After all, Yang Tiexin had always treated him well and even married his beloved daughter to him. But he knew that being heartbroken now was useless; he should first see if he could save them. He quickly turned around and touched the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, discovering that they were poisoned. Fortunately, the poison wasn't fatal. He took out the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pills and gave them to them, saying, "Don't say anything. Leave the rest to me. Take the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pills and circulate your internal energy to expel the poison." He looked up at Wanyan Honglie and the others, who were staring incredulously at the two large holes, and said angrily, "What a mess you've made!"

Chapter 117: The Devastation of the Misty Rain Pavilion - You Can Leave, But He Can't

Wanyan Honglie and the others were swept aside by Yang Liming's cold gaze. Suddenly, they all shivered. What had they just witnessed? Two of the two most skilled martial artists in the world had been sent flying downstairs by this young man with a single kick. And judging from his leisurely demeanor while holding the beautiful woman in his arms, he clearly hadn't used his full strength. Liang Ziweng and his five companions, who understood the levels of martial arts, were even more apprehensive, their hearts filled with unease. Wealth and glory were not as important as their lives. Zhao Zhijing and the other traitors were even more uneasy, their hearts filled with anxiety. They knew Yang Liming's martial arts prowess back in the Quanzhen Sect. They cursed themselves for being foolish. As long as this Junior Uncle Yang hadn't appeared, the Quanzhen Sect still had its strength. They had been so hasty in choosing to be opportunists. Guo Jing and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan also wisely retreated behind Yang Liming, coldly watching Wanyan Honglie and his group. With a "bang," Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren leaped back up from downstairs, a trace of blood at the corner of their mouths. Staring in fear at the proudly standing young man, Ouyang Feng exclaimed, wiping the blood from his mouth. "So it's you! How do you possess such martial arts? Have you mastered the Nine Yin Manual? It must be. Only the Nine Yin Manual has such power." In his mind, the Nine Yin Manual was practically a divine book. Yang Liming placed He Yuanjun, whom he was carrying, in a corner and asked the girl beside Guo Jing to look after her for the time being. He then said, "Whether it's the Nine Yin Manual or not, you don't need to know. You and Qiu Qianren are both going to die. I should send you to see your son, Ouyang Ke, so he won't be bullied and left without protection in the underworld." "What! What did you say? Where is Ke'er? What did you do to him?" Ouyang Feng felt a sudden chill run through him. "I encountered him, so of course I sent him to another world. Don't worry, you'll soon be joining him too." Yang Liming finished speaking without giving them a chance to reply. He slashed out with both palms at Ouyang Feng and his companion, creating a whooshing sound as the air was being torn apart. He used eighty percent of his inner strength in this move, and with his peak innate power, eighty percent was enough to cause Ouyang Feng and his companion a great loss. "Both Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren had just experienced his power and were wary of him. Seeing him attack, they dared not be careless in the slightest! Even Ouyang Feng, distracted by news of Ouyang Ke, had to force himself to stay alert. This strike completely locked onto Qiu Qianren and Ouyang Feng's bodies, rendering them immobile. The pressure almost caused these two top masters to lose their fighting spirit. However, Qiu Qianren and Ouyang Feng were, after all, top masters in the Legend of the Condor Heroes world, possessing genuine skill. At the critical moment, both of them tacitly crossed their palms, unleashing the full power of their Iron Sand Palm and Toad Stance, touching Yang Liming's palm. They felt the astonishing true energy emanating from Yang Liming's palm and dared not confront him directly. The moment their palms made contact with Yang Liming's single palm, they desperately tried to pull each other to one side. Unfortunately, the difference in strength between them and Yang Liming was too great; the power of a peak-stage Innate Realm cultivator was not something two early-stage Innate Realm cultivators could easily pull aside." The two men were terrified to find that Yang Liming's powerful true energy showed no sign of changing direction, heading straight for them. They had no choice but to clash with his hands. Although it was two against one, they were still blasted away by Yang Liming. They tumbled several times in the air before barely managing to stop, avoiding falling off the building again. Despite dissipating the force, they had suffered serious internal injuries, both coughing up blood. "How is this possible!" the onlookers exclaimed in astonishment. If they had thought that Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren were sent flying by Yang Liming's kick earlier because they were unprepared, they dared not think so now. This young man was relying on sheer strength. Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren couldn't breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, an extremely powerful force seemed to emanate from above, rapidly approaching. Yang Liming looked at the two men beneath his gaze and sneered inwardly: "Swift Wind Step plus four times the attack power. Do you think you mere early-stage Innate Realm cultivators can withstand that?" "Die!" Yang Liming had no intention of wasting time with them. In his eyes, they were already dead. He brought his hands down with unparalleled force, the speed of his strike incredible. Visibly, vortexes appeared in the air currents as they were compressed. The appearance of these vortexes almost gave the illusion that space itself was being distorted. The two old men's faces were filled with horror. They hadn't expected Yang Liming's attack to be so powerful. "I'm afraid even Wang Chongyang, the number one swordsman in the world back then, would have died from this move without any surprise!" Fear gripped them, and they both tried to dodge, but as soon as they moved, they realized that the immense power emanating from his palms completely locked down the space around them.There was simply no way to retreat. The sheer power of this force completely shattered their fighting spirit. Only one thought occupied their minds: "Run!" But could they escape? Both unleashed their inner energy, trying to break free from the powerful force's hold and escape its terrifying range. However, they immediately and painfully realized how weak their once-proud power truly was. No matter how much they struggled and resisted, it was futile. Under the incredulous gazes of everyone, Yang Liming swept towards Qiu Qianren and Ouyang Feng with overwhelming force, his palms striking their raised hands with devastating force. A terrifying sound of bones shattering echoed instantly. Then came the sound of skulls being smashed open like exploding watermelons… "Boom!!" Two even larger craters appeared in the second-floor floor, the solid wood floor cracking. The entire second floor of the Misty Rain Pavilion trembled precariously, seemingly about to collapse. "Everyone, get out of the Misty Rain Tower!" someone shouted in alarm. Everyone rushed out. Even the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, who hadn't fully recovered, were no exception. Guo Jing carried Yang Tiexin's body in his arms. The girl beside him carried He Yuanjun. Ouyang Feng (the corpse), Qiu Qianren, and Yang Liming had already fallen to the ground below. Only a short while after everyone had left the Misty Rain Tower, the tower finally collapsed with several loud cracking sounds. The entire second floor collapsed. Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief. Could a human possibly unleash such power? He Yuanjun, witnessing this, covered her mouth in disbelief. Had her husband done this? This world was too crazy. "Boom!" Yang Liming, carrying the heavily injured Qiu Qianren, shot into the air from the ruins, landing in the ranks of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. He had held back some of his strength when he attacked Qiu Qianren, because he had promised Ying Gu that Qiu Qianren's life was reserved for her. The other side's camp erupted into chaos upon seeing him. Clearly, the five villains, along with over a hundred soldiers and traitors like Zhao Zhijing, were protecting Yang Kang and Wanyan Honglie as they fled. Yang Liming's earlier imposing presence had terrified them. He placed Qiu Qianren on the ground and ordered his men, "Watch him. I'll go after him." Everyone now followed his lead and naturally obeyed. "Why are you running? Is Yang Liming that scary?" Wanyan Honglie and his men couldn't possibly outrun Yang Liming, who was faster than a sports car. The Jin soldiers nervously surrounded Wanyan Honglie and his son. The five villains, however, cleverly slipped away, keeping a safe distance from Wanyan Honglie and his son. Wanyan Honglie and his son naturally understood their intentions, inwardly wryly smiling. They knew they didn't want to be implicated. Even a fool could see that even if all of them attacked together, they couldn't possibly be a match for the young man opposite them. Wanyan Honglie reassured Yang Kang, who was hiding behind him, and then stepped forward, bowing and clasping his hands in a fist salute, saying, "Mr. Yang's martial arts are unparalleled. Even the combined might of Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren would be no match for him. I truly admire you. If you would not mind, I would like to appoint you as the First National Preceptor of my Great Jin Kingdom. I wonder if you would..." Yang Liming ignored Wanyan Honglie, who was recruiting, leaving him awkwardly standing aside, not daring to say anything more. He coldly looked at Zhao Zhijing and his disciples and said, "Zhijing, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your senior brothers?" Before Zhao Zhijing could answer, his disciples knelt down and cried, "Grandmaster Yang, it's not my fault! It was Master who forced me to betray the Quanzhen Sect. He even said that following the Jin people would be beneficial. We were wrong." "You beast, what did you say? When did I force you?" "Zhao Zhijing shouted angrily at his disciples, almost coming over to attack. "I hate traitors the most. Especially traitors who betray the Han people." After saying this, Yang Liming disappeared in an instant like a ghost. "Uncle-Master, let me explain!" Zhao Zhijing shouted. Then he found that his head had been separated from his body. The last thing he saw was a column of blood shooting up from his neck. His disciples were in the same situation. Everyone had guessed that this would be their fate. No one dared to stand up for them. No one had the ability to stand up for them either. Because everyone felt their legs were going weak. "Do you want to live or die? Those who want to live, kneel down." Yang Liming's figure flashed and he stood alone in front of everyone again. Ignoring Yang Kang and his son and the many soldiers, he asked the five villains. The five of them were shouting in their hearts, "I'm not tired of living. Only a fool would want to die!" But no one dared to utter a sound. "What? No one wants to live? Then die." "We want to live! We want to live! Grandpa Yang! We want to live!" The senior disciple of Lingzhi Shangren was the first to shout, kneeling on the ground and calling him "Grandpa." "Shameless!" Liang Ziweng and the others looked at him with utter contempt. They were about to bravely shout, "Kill me or let me go! I'll still be a hero in twenty years!" But when Yang Liming glanced at them, they thought, "Isn't being able to bend and stretch just begging for mercy?" They imitated the senior disciple of Lingzhi Shangren. This time, everyone despised them, especially the soldiers. Although everyone's legs were weak, they absolutely could not do such a thing. Yang Liming looked at the five men and said, "You... performed very well. You can live, but I advise you all to go back to your mountain strongholds and continue being mountain kings. Stop causing trouble, or if I see you again, you will bear the consequences." The five men exchanged glances, realizing they had no choice. Of course, they would do whatever Yang Liming said. "Yes, yes, yes. We'll go back immediately and never appear before Grandpa Yang again," they said, all very pragmatically. "One more thing," Yang Liming said, "I don't care if you kill or burn. I don't care if you rob or steal. But you can't do it on Han Chinese soil in the Song Dynasty. Go to Jin, Mongolia, or Goryeo, or Japan—you can do whatever you want. If I see you doing such things on Song Dynasty soil, I will take your heads no matter where you are. Alright, that's all. Get out of here." "Yes, yes, we'll leave immediately. We will never set foot in the Song Dynasty again." The five men ran away with their heads down. As for any prince, they were just trying to save their own lives. What prince? They fled as if their lives depended on it, disappearing in a moment. Yang Liming's sudden urge to force them to leave the Song Dynasty and wreak havoc in other countries was a sudden whim. He couldn't kill these small fry without a good reason, since they hadn't offended him in any way. But if he didn't kill them, he couldn't let them continue to help the Jin Dynasty commit atrocities on Song Dynasty soil. So, on a whim, he decided to simply send them to other countries to be pests. Whether they would rob or kill and burn after they left was none of his business. "Wanyan Honglie, you get out of here too. Anyway, the Jin Dynasty is going to become cannon fodder for the Mongols. I have no interest in killing someone who is destined to die," Yang Liming said to Wanyan Honglie, who stood there not daring to say anything. "Thank you, Mr. Yang." Wanyan Honglie felt as if he had been granted a pardon, wiping away his sweat. He bowed his head and waved to his men and sons, preparing to leave. "Wait, you can go now." "But he can't." Yang Liming pointed at Yang Kang and said. "Ah! Father!" Yang Kang seemed to have been called by the Grim Reaper, and his already pale face turned even more ashen."You've performed well. You can live, but I advise you all to go back to your mountain strongholds and continue being mountain kings. Stop causing trouble, or if I see you again, you'll face the consequences." The five men looked at each other for a moment. Did they have a choice? Of course, they would do whatever Yang Liming said obediently. "Yes, yes, yes. We'll go back immediately and never show our faces in front of Grandpa Yang again." The five men were very pragmatic. "One more thing, I don't care if you kill or set fires. I don't care if you rob or steal. But you can't do it on Han Chinese soil in the Song Dynasty. Get out of here to the Jin Dynasty, Mongolia, or even Korea or Japan. If I see you doing such things on Song Dynasty soil, I will take your heads no matter where you are. Alright, that's all. Get out." Yang Liming said. "Yes, yes, we'll get out immediately. We will never set foot in the Song Dynasty again." The five men ran away with their heads down. As for any prince, they were just trying to save their own lives. What prince? They fled as if their lives depended on it, disappearing in a moment. Yang Liming's sudden urge to force them to leave the Song Dynasty and wreak havoc in other countries was a sudden whim. He couldn't kill these small fry without a good reason, since they hadn't offended him in any way. But if he didn't kill them, he couldn't let them continue to help the Jin Dynasty commit atrocities on Song Dynasty soil. So, on a whim, he decided to simply send them to other countries to be pests. Whether they would rob or kill and burn after they left was none of his business. "Wanyan Honglie, you get out of here too. Anyway, the Jin Dynasty is going to become cannon fodder for the Mongols. I have no interest in killing someone who is destined to die," Yang Liming said to Wanyan Honglie, who stood there not daring to say anything. "Thank you, Mr. Yang." Wanyan Honglie felt as if he had been granted a pardon, wiping away his sweat. He bowed his head and waved to his men and sons, preparing to leave. "Wait, you can go now." "But he can't." Yang Liming pointed at Yang Kang and said. "Ah! Father!" Yang Kang seemed to have been called by the Grim Reaper, and his already pale face turned even more ashen."You've performed well. You can live, but I advise you all to go back to your mountain strongholds and continue being mountain kings. Stop causing trouble, or if I see you again, you'll face the consequences." The five men looked at each other for a moment. Did they have a choice? Of course, they would do whatever Yang Liming said obediently. "Yes, yes, yes. We'll go back immediately and never show our faces in front of Grandpa Yang again." The five men were very pragmatic. "One more thing, I don't care if you kill or set fires. I don't care if you rob or steal. But you can't do it on Han Chinese soil in the Song Dynasty. Get out of here to the Jin Dynasty, Mongolia, or even Korea or Japan. If I see you doing such things on Song Dynasty soil, I will take your heads no matter where you are. Alright, that's all. Get out." Yang Liming said. "Yes, yes, we'll get out immediately. We will never set foot in the Song Dynasty again." The five men ran away with their heads down. As for any prince, they were just trying to save their own lives. What prince? They fled as if their lives depended on it, disappearing in a moment. Yang Liming's sudden urge to force them to leave the Song Dynasty and wreak havoc in other countries was a sudden whim. He couldn't kill these small fry without a good reason, since they hadn't offended him in any way. But if he didn't kill them, he couldn't let them continue to help the Jin Dynasty commit atrocities on Song Dynasty soil. So, on a whim, he decided to simply send them to other countries to be pests. Whether they would rob or kill and burn after they left was none of his business. "Wanyan Honglie, you get out of here too. Anyway, the Jin Dynasty is going to become cannon fodder for the Mongols. I have no interest in killing someone who is destined to die," Yang Liming said to Wanyan Honglie, who stood there not daring to say anything. "Thank you, Mr. Yang." Wanyan Honglie felt as if he had been granted a pardon, wiping away his sweat. He bowed his head and waved to his men and sons, preparing to leave. "Wait, you can go now." "But he can't." Yang Liming pointed at Yang Kang and said. "Ah! Father!" Yang Kang seemed to have been called by the Grim Reaper, and his already pale face turned even more ashen.

118. Yang Kang's death and Guo Jing and Zhao Ling'er

"Mr. Yang, please spare my son's life!" Wanyan Honglie pleaded anxiously, shielding Yang Kang behind him. "You're lucky you even survived. Get out of here. Otherwise, don't blame me for changing my mind," Yang Liming glared at Wanyan Honglie. Wanyan Honglie gritted his teeth, suddenly pulling the trembling Yang Kang to Yang Liming's feet, kneeling down, and pressing Yang Kang down as well, pleading, "Mr. Yang, please spare my son's life. I will be eternally grateful." "You're quite kind to this adopted son," Yang Liming coldly glanced at the father and son on the ground. Wanyan Honglie's lips twitched at the word 'adopted son,' and he said with some pain, "No matter what, Kang'er will always be my son. I beg you, Mr. Yang. From now on, whatever you command, I will take full responsibility." "You're so annoying. I said Yang Kang will stay, and he will stay. What help do I, Yang Liming, need from you?" Yang Liming formed a claw with one hand and grabbed Yang Kang's collar with the other, lifting him like a rabbit. "Ah! No! Father! Father, save me!..." "Kang'er! Mr. Yang! Please return Kang'er to me!" Wanyan Honglie ran over and pleaded with Yang Liming, grabbing at his sleeve. Looking at Wanyan Honglie clinging to his sleeve, a red glint flashed in Yang Liming's eyes. "What a joke. If I release Yang Kang, how will I face my dead father-in-law?" *Bang!* Wanyan Honglie was lightly struck in the chest. He fell like a flying man, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood and losing consciousness. "Your Highness!" The Jin soldiers rushed over to check on Wanyan Honglie's injuries. Several bolder ones drew their swords to save Yang Kang. "Hmph." Yang Liming stomped his foot on the ground, leaping into the air and stomping on the Jin soldiers' heads. Every Jin soldier Yang Liming stepped on instantly bled from all seven orifices and collapsed to the ground. In no time, more than thirty Jin soldiers were dead. Yang Liming then returned to the side of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. "Captain, what should we do? Should we go save the young prince?" A Jin soldier, his legs trembling, asked a guard who was clearly the highest-ranking officer. The captain, looking at Yang Liming, gritted his teeth and said, "The prince is seriously injured. Saving the prince is the priority. Let's go first." The other Jin soldiers breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. They escorted the half-dead Wanyan Honglie away, vowing never to set foot on Song territory again. These Han martial arts masters were truly terrifying. Yang Liming tossed the panicked Yang Kang to Qiu Chuji, who had just expelled all the poison from his body. He went to Yang Tiexin's corpse and placed his hand on it. "Xiaobai, is there any hope?" "No, Father. The life force in your body has completely dissipated. If there were still Dragon's Soul-Returning Grass, it could save you. But the last one was used up when you fused with the Sword Saint's genes," Xiaobai said. "Is there really no way?" Yang Liming said with some distress. Nianci would be devastated if she knew. Xiaobai also sighed, "It's no use. I roughly guess there should still be Dragon's Soul Resurrection Grass in the third layer of the Atlantis King's code-sealed space. But even if I do my best to crack the code space, it will take at least three days. And the Dragon's Soul Resurrection Grass is only effective for those who have been dead for no more than three hours." "Junior Brother Yang, please accept my condolences." Ma Yu, Sun Bu'er, and others came to Yang Liming's side and said. They all thought Yang Liming was grieving beside Yang Tiexin's corpse. Yang Liming nodded and said, "I'm sorry for troubling you all with my father-in-law's passing." "Master, Master, please don't! I know I was wrong." "You rebellious disciple, now you know to call me Master? Let me tell you, Yang Kang, I don't have a disciple like you. I, Qiu, am not worthy of your esteem. Today I will kill you to appease the ancestors of the Yang family." "Ah!" A scream rang out. "Senior Brother Qiu, what happened?... " Yang Liming turned around and saw Qiu Chuji pierce Yang Kang's chest with a sword. He quickly spoke. Qiu Chuji pulled the sword from Yang Kang's corpse, sat down on the ground in despair, and said sadly, "This was Brother Yang's request before he passed away. I will apologize to Sister-in-law Yang myself." "The others also told Yang Liming Yang Tiexin's dying words. In the following hour, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan compensated the owner of the Misty Rain Pavilion with silver and bought a coffin for Yang Tiexin, sending his body back to the Quanzhen Sect. Only four people remained, staying at an inn next to the Misty Rain Pavilion. Yang Liming was naturally among those who stayed. He told Qiu Chuji and the others that he was waiting for someone and would return in a day or two to see Yang Tiexin off. Of the other three, He Yuanjun was naturally present. The other two were Guo Jing and the young woman beside him. Guo Jing had stayed behind because his elder brother, Yang Liming, wanted to teach him some martial arts. The young woman was there wherever Guo Jing was. In a room of an inn next to the Misty Rain Pavilion… 'Husband, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. If you hadn't cured me of the aphrodisiac and delayed the important matter of saving lives, Uncle Yang wouldn't have passed away.'" "He Yuanjun said sadly to Yang Liming, who had just returned after teaching Guo Jing some martial arts from the Nine Yin Manual. "Hehehe, good girl, what are you saying? If I hadn't saved you then, who else would have? Don't you always talk about fate? Why don't you think that way this time?" "I feel ashamed," He Yuanjun said. "Alright, don't change the subject. Quickly take off your pants. Let your husband see your garden below." Yang Liming said lecherously. "Ah! Husband, don't pull. It's already done." He Yuanjun said shyly, her face flushed. "What do you mean it's done? Then why are you still walking so hard?" Yang Liming said. "It's all because you, you bad guy, made me like this," He Yuanjun said, putting her hands on her hips and huffing. "What do you mean I'm a bad guy? You were much more proactive than me back then. Besides, your husband was brave." "Alright, enough arguing, hurry up and take off your pants. I'll cure you right now. It's not like I haven't seen it before. What's there to be shy about?" Yang Liming said, his lecherous face looming large in front of He Yuanjun. "You...you help me take them off," He Yuanjun finally relented. "Hehehe." Yang Liming pretended to touch He Yuanjun's crotch through her pants, earning a glare in return, before starting to undo He Yuanjun's belt. "Bang bang bang." A knocking sound rang out at the door, startling Yang Liming, who was enthusiastically helping He Yuanjun take off her pants. He Yuanjun quickly pulled her pants back up. "Brother Yang. Sister He, open the door! It's Ling'er," a little girl's voice rang out from outside. "It's that little devil again." "Yang Liming sighed. This little girl is the young lady who serves Guo Jing. Her name is Zhao Ling'er. She seems to be a distant niece of Han Xiaoying, and now she's with Guo Jing. When the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan left, she looked at Yang Liming with adoration. Ignoring Guo Jing's objections, she cried and begged to become Yang Liming's disciple to learn powerful martial arts. Of course, Yang Liming wouldn't accept her. This girl is clearly Guo Jing's future wife, and the kind who is completely devoted to him. Guo Jing also seems to have very special feelings for her. Taking her as a disciple would only bring trouble, not any benefit. (The benefit of lust) It's not like I'm just wasting my time. "It's Sister Ling'er. Husband, please open the door quickly," He Yuanjun said. What annoyed Yang Liming was that he didn't know why He Yuanjun and this girl got along so well. "Why are you here again, you little girl? I said I wouldn't take any disciples." "Yang Liming said rudely as he opened the door. Who told this brat to ruin his good time? "It's not fair! I just saw you teaching Brother Guo Jing martial arts. Why did you only teach him and not me?" Zhao Ling'er said aggrievedly. She grabbed Yang Liming's hand and started swinging her on a swing. "Stop, stop. Didn't you say you're Brother Guo Jing's fiancée? Why are you pulling and tugging at me like that? Men and women shouldn't touch each other, you know? You should learn from your Sister He." Yang Liming quickly pulled his hand away. It was as if the young girl had SARS. Actually, it was pretty much the same to him. She and Hua Zheng were different. Hua Zheng's love was unrequited, but she and Guo Jing liked each other. Although he didn't object to stealing someone's love, it didn't include his friends. The Old Urchin had no feelings for Ying Gu. On the contrary, he hoped that Ying Gu would stay as far away from him as possible. So he didn't count. "Hmph, what does it matter that you're Ling'er's master? Brother Guo Jing won't blame me. Sister He, right?" "Zhao Ling'er said matter-of-factly, hands on her hips. "Fine, say what you want. Anyway, I'm not your master. If you want to learn martial arts, go find your brother Guo Jing. I taught him, and he can teach you, right? You don't necessarily have to become my disciple." Yang Liming said helplessly to the little girl. Zhao Ling'er pouted and said aggrievedly, "He doesn't want to teach me. He said he won't teach me without your permission, Master." "Oh, I see. Then I agree. Go find him." Yang Liming waved his hand like shooing away a fly. "Ah, really? That's great. I'll go find brother Guo Jing now. Goodbye, Sister He and Little Stingy." Zhao Ling'er changed her mind as soon as she said it. Seeing that she had achieved her goal, she patted her bottom and ran away, calling Yang Liming Little Stingy. This made He Yuanjun laugh. "What are you laughing at? The annoying little fly is gone, let's continue." Although Yang Liming outwardly seemed indifferent to Zhao Ling'er, he was actually quite grateful to the young girl. If Hua Zheng knew Guo Jing had another woman and broke off the engagement, any guilt she might have felt towards Guo Jing would have vanished completely.“Husband, let’s continue. But you have to answer me honestly, who are you waiting for here? I asked you earlier but you wouldn’t tell me. Is there something you can’t tell Yuan Jun?” He Yuan Jun blinked and said. Yang Liming sighed. After thinking for a moment, he had no choice but to honestly confess how many women he had. Anyway, He Yuan Jun would find out by tomorrow at the latest. It was better to tell her sooner rather than later. After Yang Liming finished speaking, he kept staring at He Yuan Jun. He planned that as soon as this girl showed any displeasure or anger, he would rush up and shut her mouth. Then he would make her weak all over. Let’s see how she can hold a grudge against him then. “Hmph, I knew it would be like this. No wonder you hesitated and wouldn’t tell me.” He Yuan Jun pouted and said. “Uh, you’re not angry.” Yang Liming looked at her and said. “How do you think I should be angry?” He Yuan Jun looked at Yang Liming strangely. “Shouldn’t you be pointing your finger at me and yelling that you have other women and still want to marry me? You big liar! You deceived me, both physically and emotionally! Shouldn’t you be asking me or them, or something like that?” Yang Liming said matter-of-factly. “Why would I say that? Good girls shouldn’t be jealous. That’s what bad women do. Do you think I’m that kind of woman? How can a wife object to a man having multiple wives and concubines?” He Yuanjun said indignantly. “Uh…!” Yang Liming was speechless. Although he had experienced this several times before, he was still taken aback by the difference in thinking between ancient and modern women. But for him, this was for the best. “Ancient girls were so much better!” Yang Liming sighed, looking up at the sky. Then he quickly went to comfort He Yuanjun, who was wrongly accused of not being a good woman by her husband. The next day, Yang Liming finally received the arrival of Ying Gu, Hua Zheng, and Tao Wanying. After introducing the three women to He Yuanjun, Hua Zheng suddenly noticed Guo Jing, who seemed to be hiding behind Yang Liming. "Brother Guo Jing, it's you!" Hua Zheng exclaimed in surprise. Then she glanced cautiously at her husband. "How am I supposed to tell Guo Jing about dissolving our marriage?" "Hua Zheng!" Guo Jing was also startled. He then looked nervously at Zhao Ling'er. "What should I do? What if Hua Zheng and Ling'er start arguing? I can only call Ling'er!" "Hey, who are you? Why are you calling my Brother Guo Jing 'Brother Guo Jing'? It's only right that I call him 'Brother Guo Jing'! You can't call him 'Brother Guo Jing'..." Zhao Ling'er ignored Guo Jing's headache. She looked at Hua Zheng, who had made Guo Jing's face change upon seeing her, with hostility and recited a long tongue twister. Yang Liming, seeing her silly appearance, seemed to be confused himself. "Uh... little sister, who are you?" The three women looked at this girl curiously. Then they looked at Yang Liming suspiciously. Could she be another sister? But it didn't seem like it. "I am Zhao Ling'er. I am Brother Guo Jing's wife." Zhao Ling'er looked at the three beautiful sisters who had suddenly appeared with a show of force. Guo Jing, sweating profusely, stared at Hua Zheng, chuckling foolishly but offering no rebuttal. Yang Liming rolled his eyes. This girl acted as if someone was trying to steal Guo Jing from her. Only a silly girl like you would treat him like a treasure. One dull, one silly, a perfect pair. Guo Jing had been expecting Hua Zheng to erupt in anger, but to his surprise, seeing him and Zhao Ling'er embracing, Hua Zheng showed no anger. Instead, she looked delighted, as if she had heard some good news.

One Hundred and Nineteen: The Hundred Illusionary Masks - Transformation into Yang Tiexin to Comfort Bao Xiruo (Part 1)

"That's wonderful! Brother Guo Jing—no, I mean, Elder Brother Guo Jing! Congratulations!" Hua Zheng exclaimed joyfully. Yang Liming and the other three women, except for He Yuanjun, all knew what she was so happy about. "Hua Zheng, are you really alright?" Her unusual behavior and sudden change in address startled Guo Jing. "Of course I'm alright. Seeing that you have a lover, as your younger sister, I'm overjoyed. I wish Elder Brother Guo Jing and your wife a long and happy marriage. I was so ignorant before, causing you trouble," Hua Zheng said. Then, together with Yang Liming, she told Guo Jing about their relationship. As Yang Liming expected, Guo Jing was overjoyed. He grabbed Yang Liming's shoulders and shouted that he was entrusting his sister to him. As for the marriage, it was naturally dissolved. Both sides were happy. After catching up, they went together to the Seven Masters of Quanzhen and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan. Three days later, in the evening, they went to the Quanzhen Sect, where they were holding a funeral for Yang Tiexin. Yang Tiexin had just passed away, and he couldn't very well engage in intimate acts with the women; it would be too much. So he arranged for them to rest in a room next to his own. After settling the women in and returning to his own room, Yang Liming received good news from Xiaobai. "The third layer of the password seal has been completely broken. Dad can come in and take a look," Xiaobai said. "What? I can go in and see? Then I'll go in and take a look," Yang Liming said, somewhat surprised. He couldn't enter the first two password-sealed spaces because they were too small to hold a person. "You can come in, but it will take energy to teleport, and there are only a few things inside. It doesn't matter whether you go in or not. I'm just telling Dad that these password-sealed spaces can hold living beings," Xiaobai said. "Uh... then forget it. I won't go in. What's inside? Could it still be a divine artifact, like Cupid's Bow?" Yang Liming asked, his face contorted. The Cupid's Bow had helped him a lot last time; he wondered what it was this time. Upon receiving Xiaobai's affirmative answer, he was overjoyed. "What is this amazing thing? My good son, tell me quickly! Don't keep me in suspense!" Yang Liming said eagerly. "First, there's a divine artifact, the Hundred Illusions Mask. It can transform into the appearance of anyone you've ever seen. Whether it's voice, appearance, temperament, or physique, it can imitate them 100%. Even if the impersonated person's relatives come, they absolutely won't be able to tell if you're the real person or not. Second, there are three Dragon's Soul-Returning Grasses. I won't go into their uses. Third, there's an Atlantis combat defensive armor. After wearing it, even if you stand still, you can withstand the attacks of experts below the Celestial Realm for an hour." Xiaobai said enticingly. It seemed to see Yang Liming dancing with excitement. "Hahaha, what? That's too powerful! It really is a divine artifact! Transformation! It can transform! I'm like Sun Wukong with his seventy-two transformations! And there are also the Dragon's Soul-Returning Grasses for survival and that armor. I've hit the jackpot this time!" Yang Liming didn't disappoint Xiaobai. He jumped up and down a few times, laughing happily. But then he stopped and sighed, "My father-in-law had bad luck. If he had died a few days later, I could have used the Dragon's Soul-Returning Grass to revive him." Shaking his head to shake off the sadness, he said, "Quickly, take out that Hundred Illusions thing. Let me see it." Xiao Bai responded and conjured up a strange-looking mask in front of Yang Liming. "Uh! Xiao Bai, are you sure this is the divine artifact Hundred Illusions? Do all divine artifacts look like this?" Yang Liming couldn't help but think the mask looked like something out of a Japanese anime. It had the same face shape as AoTuMai and was silver like AoTuMai. "Probably. I haven't seen many divine artifacts," Xiao Bai said. Although Yang Liming wasn't very satisfied with the appearance of the Hundred Illusions mask, he still picked it up and put it on. He transformed into the so-called righteous hero, Ultraman. "Xiao Bai, how do you transform? Is this what they call the Seventy-Two Transformations? It can transform into the appearance of anyone I've ever seen?" Yang Liming muttered under the mask. He didn't feel any difference. "Dad, all you need to do is think of the faces of people you've seen before, and then channel your inner energy into the mask," Xiaobai said. After listening to Xiaobai's instructions, Yang Liming wondered whose appearance he should adopt. "I've got it! It can even perfectly mimic body shape and voice, right? I'll give it a try!" He acted immediately. Yang Liming thought of his beloved wife, the beautiful Huang Rong, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. He figured the difference between men and women was significant enough; he'd see if he could transform. As soon as Yang Liming thought of Huang Rong, he immediately felt his face and body twitching and squeezing. His bones cracked, but strangely, he felt no pain. After about a minute, the twitching, squeezing, and cracking disappeared. Yang Liming also felt his body suddenly become much lighter. Looking up, the door to his room seemed taller. Normally, his height was only slightly shorter than the door, but now he appeared at least twenty centimeters shorter. "My God! Has she really changed?" He quickly raised his large hand. But what he saw was a pair of delicate, white hands. Yang Liming was very familiar with these hands. Just a month ago, he had been playing with them in his palms every day. He walked to the mirror in the room, staring blankly at the figure in the mirror, his face filled with amazement and longing. In his eyes, he could clearly see an extremely beautiful girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pure and pretty face and a hint of mischievousness. It was his little wife, Huang Rong. Not only her appearance and figure, but even her lively eyes were exactly the same. "My God, this is amazing. I really have become Sun Wukong. I miss this girl so much." Yang Liming looked at the person in the mirror and couldn't help but exclaim. But he found that his voice was as clear as a nightingale's and exactly the same as Huang Rong's. Yang Liming was numb and no longer surprised. He just looked at the girl in the mirror and recalled the past. His longing grew stronger. Unconsciously, he raised his hand and stroked the girl's (his own) cheek and body. As his hand touched her high, firm breasts, he suddenly remembered that the girl in the mirror wasn't Huang Rong. He slapped his hand. "Damn it, what's going on? Playing with self-touching?" Speaking of self-touching, he suddenly remembered something serious. He quickly pulled down his pants to check. "Phew, thank goodness. Still there." Yang Liming breathed a sigh of relief. "Haha, Dad, you don't need to look. If you want to look even more convincing, you can let it shrink into your belly. But Dad, you look like a creature. If Huang Rong's mother knew, she would definitely strangle you." Xiao Bai said gleefully. "Like what?" Yang Liming didn't understand. "A transvestite, a real transvestite." Xiao Bai laughed loudly. "Damn it!" Yang Liming finally realized something was wrong. "I want to change back. How do I change, Xiao Bai?" "Just like before, just imagine your own appearance in your mind." Yang Liming had just changed back. A lewd laugh echoed in his mind: "Hahaha, looking like that, taking advantage of any woman would be a piece of cake. No woman would object to someone resembling Huang Rong touching her. Even Shi Feixuan, Shi Qingxuan, and the others are no exception."... The sky was filled with starlight. Yang Liming wandered aimlessly around the Quanzhen Sect's mirror. He had just been reminded of the women. He couldn't sleep. He got up and walked around. He thought to himself, "Three more days. Once my father-in-law's funeral is over, I should prepare to go to the world of Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty. Rong'er, Nianci, Mochou, Yaojia, and Sister Lin Yu, wait for me. I'll come find you soon. And I'll give Athena a good spanking." As he thought, Yang Liming walked to a certain place and suddenly heard a series of cries. “Sister-in-law Yang, don’t cry. Get some sleep and eat something. Don’t ruin yourself. Brother Yang in heaven wouldn’t bear to see you like this. He said his only wish before he died was for you to live well.” Yang Liming then realized that he had unknowingly arrived in front of his mother-in-law Bao Xiruo’s room. “I…I know…Miss Han…you should go back and rest. You’ve been with me all day without rest…I…I will live well for Tiexin’s sake. I…I won’t do anything foolish.” Bao Xiruo said, her eyes red and swollen. Her appearance was indescribably desolate. Her son and husband were both dead. This was a huge blow to her. “You said you wouldn’t do anything foolish, but you’ve done it three times already. If I hadn’t discovered it in time, what would have happened? I have to stay with you every step of the way. Eat something quickly.” Han Xiaoying, the youngest of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, who was visiting the Quanzhen Sect and was temporarily responsible for looking after Bao Xiruo, said. "Tie Xin... Tie Xin... Waaah... Why did you leave me first..." Bao Xiruo didn't answer Han Xiaoying, sobbing and muttering to herself. Yang Liming shook his head and was about to leave when he remembered the book and the Hundred Illusions Mask. Looking at Bao Xiruo's current state of utter misery, he didn't hesitate any longer and took it out, putting it on his face. In the blink of an eye, a burly, tall man appeared at Bao Xiruo's door. It was none other than the deceased Yang Tiexin.Just as Han Xiaoying was about to offer some words of advice to Sister-in-law Yang, she suddenly felt a numbness in her lower back. Then, a wave of drowsiness washed over her, and her body went limp, causing her to fall asleep on the floor. The heartbroken Bao Xiruo, however, didn't notice Han Xiaoying's unusual behavior. With a few clicks, Bao Xiruo's door was pushed open. A burly man strode in. "Xiruo..."

One hundred and twenty things to do with the mother-in-law and the return from the world of Condor Heroes to reality.

"Xiruo. Xiruo." Yang Liming called her name several times, but Bao Xiruo didn't respond. He had no choice but to go over and shake her shoulders. "Tiexin, is it really you? Am I dreaming? You've come back to see me." Bao Xiruo stared blankly at the person in front of her and said. Finally, she threw herself into Yang Liming's arms and looked up to stroke his face. "Did you come to take me? I'll go with you." Yang Liming held the soft female body in his arms. He really didn't know where to put his hands. This woman was, strictly speaking, his mother-in-law. And she had just lost her husband. But his current identity was the dead Yang Tiexin. "Xiruo, it's me. I'm already dead. But I've come back from the underworld to see you. I didn't come back to take you away this time. I came back to tell you. Live well. Don't think about doing foolish things. You can't go to the underworld." Yang Liming said. "I know you're dead. It's better for me to go down and be with you. Don't you want me to go down? And are you doing well over there? When do you want to go back?" Bao Xiruo said, crying. She had always thought that Yang Liming was the ghost of Yang Tiexin. “Xiruo, please don’t think like that. If you die, you’ll never see me again. The reason I was able to come back to see you this time is because I was chosen by Yama, the King of Hell, to be a judge in the underworld. I can stay in the underworld forever and don’t need to reincarnate. But if you die, you will definitely be reincarnated. Then we will truly never see each other again.” Yang Liming decided to tell a lie. “Is it true? Tiexin is so kind. I knew good people would be rewarded. Can you please beg Yama to bring you back to life?” Bao Xiruo hugged Yang Liming tightly, overjoyed. “How can that be? The dead cannot be brought back to life. Even Yama cannot change the rules of the world. And please don’t hug so tightly.” Yang Liming’s large penis trembled as her delicate body rubbed against him. He quickly and carefully shifted his body to avoid pressing against his mother-in-law’s lower abdomen. "Then we'll still be separated by life and death." Bao Xiruo's joy vanished again. "What are you talking about? We've met again now, haven't we?" Yang Liming comforted her. "By the way, how did you get back? Will the King of Hell punish you if he finds out you secretly came back to see me?" Bao Xiruo suddenly looked up nervously and asked. "No. Didn't I say that the King of Hell appointed me as a judge in the underworld? Judges have the right to return to the mortal realm in human form for one day each month. So I didn't sneak back. I can come back to see you once a month from now on. I'm just afraid you'll feel wronged waiting one day a month." Yang Liming continued to lie. Anyway, if he only came to see her once a month, the next time he would see Bao Xiruo would probably be after he returned from the Tang Dynasty. After all, if he left the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, one month here would be at least twenty years in the Tang Dynasty. "Really? I can come back for one day a month. That's much better than the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I can wait." Bao Xiruo said happily, not even wiping away the tears on her cheeks. In her mind, he could come back to see her once a month. "That's halfway to resurrection." "That's good. Go eat quickly. Otherwise, you'll ruin your health. It'll break my heart," Yang Liming said, seizing the opportunity. Upon learning that her husband could return from the underworld once a month, Bao Xiruo was in high spirits. Her former life was worse than death. She happily began eating the food that Han Xiaoying had tried so hard to persuade her to eat. However, the tears in her eyes were incredibly pitiful. Yang Liming dared not look any longer; otherwise, he might unleash his beastly nature and be in trouble. Suddenly, Bao Xiruo put down her chopsticks and rushed towards Yang Liming. Her delicate hands tightly wrapped around his neck, and her hot lips kissed his face wildly. Yang Liming was startled. “Yue… oh no… Xiruo. What are you doing?” “Tiexin, you’re leaving tomorrow. You won’t be back to see Xiruo until next month. Can you have a good time with Xiruo tonight? I know my words aren’t what a woman should say. But Kang’er is dead. I just want to have another child for you. The Yang family line can’t end.” Bao Xiruo’s tears flowed again as she spoke. Yang Liming thought to himself, “Oh no.” He should have made an excuse and slipped away earlier. Anyway, Bao Xiruo had already given up on the idea of dying. What should he do now? Could he really not have sex with her? Old Yang had just died, and the funeral hadn’t even ended yet. If he pretended to be him and had sex with his wife, wouldn’t that be too unfair to her? After all, she had always been very good to him. As Yang Liming hesitated, Bao Xiruo’s hot, delicate lips were already kissing his big mouth. Her little tongue kept swimming around. Yang Liming’s resistance to beautiful women was zero. His resistance to a beautiful woman who was passionately kissing him was even more negative. He was moved by her delicate body twisting in his arms. With a lick of his lips, his large, erect penis rose high, pressing against his mother-in-law's lower abdomen. The man, with his weak willpower, felt Bao Xiruo's tongue approach and involuntarily responded, licking and sucking her cherry-like lips. "Fine, so be it. Old Yang! I'm really sorry. I'm helping your wife. You're already dead. You shouldn't mind, right? Otherwise, seeing your wife living a lonely, widowed life, you probably wouldn't be happy even in death." After shamelessly deceiving himself for a while, he felt he had found a good reason. He no longer showed any politeness to his mother-in-law in his arms. He slipped his hand into her mouth, chasing and entwining her fragrant tongue, while his hands caressed the mature woman's body. With practiced ease, he quickly removed his own clothes and his mother-in-law's outer garment, leaving her only in a pink bodice and a white, smooth, jade-like back. Her delicate, snow-white hands and slender waist were barely concealed. The bodice barely covered her full breasts, the two nipples faintly visible, and her white panties just barely concealing her mysterious black forest. "My God, is this someone nearing forty? She's even more beautiful than a virgin!" Yang Liming recalled some knowledge from the "Mastering Women's Manual," his hands caressing her as if imbued with magic. From her high, firm breasts to her dark valley, each touch sent waves of inexplicable pleasure crashing against her nerves. Unable to bear this unprecedented pleasure, she let out a warm moan, and soon, a contraction and a fragrance like orchids emanated from her secret forest. Her white panties were soaked with fluid. "Tie Xin, take me quickly!" Bao Xiruo cried out, her desire unfulfilled. Yang Liming had nowhere to retreat at this point. He pressed his mother-in-law onto the bed. He gently kissed her forehead, traced the bridge of her upturned nose, lightly licked her delicate nose, and sucked on her cherry-like lips, lingering there. Then he continued to kiss her flawless white neck and untied her bodice. Following a concave line to the jade groove, licking and caressing... removing the last obstacle between the two, thrusting in... "Oh...oh...ah...how did it become so big, it wasn't this big before...it's so swollen...Tie Xin...ah. I'm coming..." Bao Xiruo trembled all over. Inside the flesh cave penetrated by Da Nanbangguo, streams of jade fluid shot out again, hitting the dragon head. She held her head high in pleasure, but after the moment of ecstasy, she finally couldn't hold on any longer, her mind dazed and scattered. She lay on the bed to catch her breath. Yang Liming was driven crazy by the beauty of her orgasm. He thrust powerfully, his big mouth sucking on her huge breasts. His tongue teased her swollen breasts. His hands were not idle either. Sometimes he pinched her pert round buttocks, sometimes he and his mouth teased his mother-in-law's breasts, which were at least 35D. Her lower body felt an unprecedented, overwhelming fullness, further aroused by her fake husband's teasing. Bao Xiruo, whose body had just climaxed, became excited again, emitting sounds of "Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah..." Lying on the bed, her snow-white buttocks met Yang Liming's thrusts, rising and falling with each stroke. Her cooperation and seductive cries naturally increased the speed of Yang Liming's thrusts, making her feel even more comfortable. Bao Xiruo's mind and body were quickly conquered by extreme pleasure, climaxing again and again, ejaculating her vaginal fluids onto Yang Liming's penis. The pleasure also made the woman forget her doubts about why her husband's penis had suddenly become so much larger. He thrust several times hard and deep, each time slamming into her clitoris, causing her snow-white body to tremble violently. "Ah!" "My mother-in-law screamed violently, jerking her body upwards. Her flower bud convulsed, gushing out a large amount of fluid, reaching another climax. Yang Liming's sensitive head was overwhelmed by the beauty of his mother-in-law's flower bud and could no longer hold back. He began to thrust in and out forcefully, turning her vaginal opening wide. His mother-in-law's legs hooked around Yang Liming's swaying waist, while Yang Liming desperately used his large penis to penetrate deeper and deeper into her flower bud. Only then did he release all his passion, the semen spraying and colliding, yin and yang in perfect harmony, composing a beautiful final note. Bao Xiruo's eyes rolled back from the impact of the last wave, and then she simply fainted. Her body convulsed naturally." Yang Liming lay on Bao Xiruo's soft, delicate body, gently stroking her fair skin. He felt a surge of shame; he was utterly powerless against women. He had promised to abstain from sex for three days before his father-in-law's funeral, yet now he had slept with his wife. "Oh well, what's the use of regretting it now?" Yang Liming sighed, kissed his sleeping mother-in-law, and got up.The next morning. Bao Xiruo stretched and rubbed her eyes, still heavy with spring fever. Suddenly, she realized no one was beside her bed. She looked around nervously. "How could this be, Tiexin? Where are you?" "Oh right, it's daylight now. Tiexin is a spirit now, of course he has to go back to the underworld. He won't come to see me again until next month," Bao Xiruo muttered to herself. Suddenly, she tensed up again. Could yesterday have just been a dream? But seeing the sheets soaked with bodily fluids, she had no more doubts. Her husband had really come back yesterday. Her face flushed, then radiated a blissful shyness. "How come he was suddenly so powerful yesterday? Did he become a deity in the underworld?" A groan sounded. Bao Xiruo then noticed Han Xiaoying, the Seven Heroines, lying on the floor. "How could I have suddenly fallen asleep? Oh no! Sister-in-law Yang, don't do anything foolish!" Han Xiaoying jumped up from the floor. Only when she saw Bao Xiruo smiling at her did she relax. "Strange, what's wrong?" Han Xiaoying asked疑惑地. Before she fell asleep, Bao Xiruo looked like she was dying. How come after she woke up, she looked so happy and cheerful? "Sister Han, thank you for taking care of me all day yesterday. Don't worry, I won't do anything foolish. Tiexin appeared in my dream yesterday, telling me to live well... I won't let him down." Bao Xiruo was a smart woman. She naturally knew what Han Xiaoying was thinking. She went over and helped her sister, who had been lying on the ground for most of the night, up. Then she made an excuse. She was telling her that Yang Tiexin had come back to see her after becoming an official in the underworld. She decided it was best not to let anyone know. "Oh my god! Is it true? Brother Yang appeared in your dream, Sister-in-law Yang?" Han Xiaoying asked. "Of course it's true. Otherwise, why would I be so happy?" Bao Xiruo said. Looking at Bao Xiruo's heartfelt happiness, as if she had won a pie from heaven, Han Xiaoying nodded. Three days later, Yang Tiexin's funeral was over. Bao Xiruo didn't show much sadness, which puzzled everyone. It wasn't until Han Xiaoying told them about Yang Tiexin's dream that they understood. Bao Xiruo also developed a new habit: burning paper money for others, because she felt that even though her husband was a local official, he still needed a lot of money. Today, Yang Liming was preparing to return home. He said goodbye to everyone, explaining that he had to leave for about a month. (Actually, he could use the Main God to adjust time between worlds. One month in the Legend of the Condor Heroes was equivalent to twenty years in another world.) Yang Liming was in his room, rubbing his hands together, preparing to rush to the women's room for a passionate farewell scene with Ying Gu and Hua Zheng before leaving. Suddenly, his door was kicked open. A beautiful young woman, exuding murderous intent, appeared at his door, pointing a long sword at him. "Hey, beautiful Seventh Master, what are you doing? Why are you kicking my door for no reason?" Yang Liming looked at Guo Jing's Seventh Master, Han Xiaoying, with a puzzled expression. "What do you think? You lecherous scoundrel! What did you do to Princess Hua Zheng?" Han Xiaoying said. She had accidentally seen Hua Zheng at the Quanzhen Sect today, so she asked Guo Jing about it. Guo Jing honestly told her everything about Hua Zheng and Yang Liming. The other five monsters didn't say anything. After all, although Hua Zheng was Guo Jing's fiancée, they all knew how Guo Jing treated her. Besides, if Yang Liming hadn't won Hua Zheng away, would Guo Jing dare to be with Zhao Ling'er? They really liked Zhao Ling'er. They were just worried about how to help Guo Jing get rid of his marriage to Hua Zheng, and now it was perfect. But Han Xiaoying was an exception. For some reason, she was furious when she heard that Yang Liming had stolen her disciple's fiancée. She rushed over to confront Yang Liming. Perhaps she herself didn't know whether she was angry that Yang Liming had stolen her disciple's fiancée, or that he had more and more wives but always ignored her. "What? What did I do? Hua Zheng is my wife. What could I possibly do to her?" Yang Liming said, bewildered. "You lecherous scoundrel! Isn't Jing'er your second brother? How could you even lay a hand on his fiancée? You're utterly outrageous!" Han Xiaoying glared at him, her ample breasts swaying playfully. "Tch, I thought you were going to say something. My second brother himself blessed us. Why are you meddling? I can't stand you, you nosy woman. Get out of the way, get out of the way. I'm leaving. A good dog doesn't block the way." Yang Liming rolled his eyes at her. "You're shameless, you're despicable. You're not human..." Han Xiaoying was enraged by his attitude. This virgin in her thirties was now acting like a little girl, her eyes brimming with tears. She cursed incoherently, then raised her longsword and slashed at Yang Liming. Yang Liming easily dodged the blow, his heart filled with rage. How did Han Xiaoying suddenly transform into Guo Jing's eldest daughter? "Old maid, do you think I, Yang Liming, have a good temper? Or do you think that just because you're my second brother's master, I won't do anything to you? Want a beating? Say it!" Han Xiaoying seemed not to hear him. She just kept slashing at him with her sword. Yang Liming slapped the sword out of the crazy woman's hand and pressed her against the wall. "If you keep this up, don't blame me for being ruthless." As soon as Yang Liming pressed down, he felt her large, elastic breasts and the fragrance of a virgin. Perhaps it was because she was already a virgin in her thirties, but that fragrance was particularly strong, arousing his desire. Yang Liming, who was initially angry, also felt a stirring in his groin from the fragrance. "Let me go, let me go!" Han Xiaoying was pressed down tightly by Yang Liming, making her body burn. Was this a man's body? Even her "huge" breasts and his heartbeat overlapped so beautifully. Han Xiaoying's heart began to stir. Having never been so intimately touched by a man before, her face flushed, but she refused to admit defeat. Seeing that there was still a gap between her legs, she bent her knee and rammed into Yang Liming's. "Damn, you're really ruthless. Trying to cripple my manhood. But don't you think about it? If I get hit by you like this, am I still the number one master in The Legend of the Condor Heroes?" Yang Liming easily spread Han Xiaoying's legs apart with a simple extension of his leg. Yang Liming pressed his lower body against Han Xiaoying's triangle area. "Hehe, beautiful, why are you spreading your legs so wide? Do you want one? Well, that's normal. A thirty-five-year-old virgin. Wanting a man is normal." Embarrassed by Yang Liming's comment about her being a virgin, Han Xiaoying struggled. "You bastard, let me go! I was wrong, okay?" She now truly regretted her recklessness. She knew his martial arts were unfathomable, yet she still went looking for a beating. But she didn't expect that while her legs were spread apart, Yang Liming's lower body was firmly pressed against her triangle area. Her writhing movements and the friction of her bodies instantly aroused the lecherous man's bladder. He pressed against her crotch. If it weren't for the thin fabric, he could have penetrated her completely. Caught off guard, Han Xiaoying felt a sharp pain in her lower body from Yang Liming's sudden thrust. It was such a coincidence that his penis was pressing against her most crucial spot. If it went in even a little further, her hymen, which she had guarded for over a decade, would be broken, cruelly and inexplicably deflowered. Han Xiaoying finally realized what was happening and choked out, "No, don't move! Don't put it in!" Yang Liming also realized something was wrong. He chuckled evilly. "Now you're scared. What happened just now?" "I...I was wrong. Let me go! You bastard, don't move down there!" Han Xiaoying cried out, her most sacred and crucial spot attacked. Yang Liming whispered in her ear, "You've fallen for me?" Han Xiaoying's heart pounded. As if her deepest secret had been exposed, he said, "Nonsense, who likes you? How old are you?" "Hehehe," she chuckled, her lower body thrusting upwards slightly. Even through her pants, she was closer to her hymen. "You have to like me. Even though it's through your pants, we've already consummated our marriage. If you don't like me, I'll feel uncomfortable," Yang Liming said. He knew that subconsciously, he categorized all the women he had touched as his own. This time, even though it was through his pants and it was a coincidence, Han Xiaoying was already labeled as part of the Yang family. Seeing him slowly thrusting through her pants, Han Xiaoying felt panicked and wronged, and she started to cry. "Alright, stop crying. Go now. I have to go out for a while. I'll be back in a month at most. By then, you should think carefully about whether you like me." After Yang Liming finished speaking, he released her. Han Xiaoying quickly ran out, not daring to look back even once. Her heart was pounding. Yang Liming looked at his pants, which were now bulging, and gave a bitter smile. Then, at top speed, he rushed into Ying Gu and the other girls' room. "Wives, come on in!" Yang Liming shouted as he slammed the door shut. Instantly, he used his inner energy to shatter his clothes. "What are you doing? It's broad daylight! You... ah..." He Yuanjun exclaimed in surprise. Her clothes had been ransacked. "Tomorrow I'm going back to my own world. I'll probably be back to pick you all up in about a month. Have some fun with your husband."The women fell silent upon hearing his words. Then, in unison, they removed their clothes. They all knew what Yang Liming meant by "my own world." Although he said he would return to pick them up in a month at most, the women still felt reluctant to part. Da Nanbang thrust forcefully, penetrating He Yuanjun's overflowing flesh cave. His large hands, however, played with the breasts and buttocks of Hua Zheng, Ying Gu, and Tao Wanying beside him… He and the four women continued their unrestrained, wild passion until midnight. Only then did he ejaculate into Hua Zheng's flower chamber once more. He then fell asleep, embracing one of them on each side. Waking up in the morning, Yang Liming gently kissed and caressed each woman's face. For them, it might only be a month, but for him, it would be at least a decade. Of course, it wasn't impossible that after expending a great deal of energy, he might waste some energy traveling back to see them. After noon, Yang Liming took the women to the ancient tomb, showing them the various rooms and passages before reluctantly bidding them farewell. After all, in his view… The ancient tomb was arguably the safest place in the world of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*. He felt most at ease leaving his women there. After bidding farewell to the four women, he arrived at a mountaintop. Looking at the world, he shouted, "When I return to your *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* world, what about Mongolia, Jin, Korea, Japan? Hmph, I'll single-handedly crush your hundreds of thousands of troops and see if you're still so arrogant!" "Little White, let's go. Let's level up." A black passage appeared in the air. Yang Liming glanced one last time in the direction of the women and jumped in. It was that feeling of being in a vacuum again, his consciousness becoming hazy. He didn't know how much time had passed. Yang Liming felt himself stepping onto solid ground. Opening his eyes, he saw a modern room. It was the room he had rented when he went to the *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* world. The door was still tightly locked, indicating that no one had been there since he went to the *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* world. (Chapter 121: Confessing to Parents in the World of Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty)

Yang Liming stretched, a feeling of being in another world washing over him. He had lived in ancient times for over a year, and suddenly returning to modern surroundings almost made him lose his bearings. "I almost feel like I belong to another generation," Yang Liming muttered to himself. He took out some long-forgotten modern clothes and changed. Then he opened his door and went outside. "Hey, what's wrong with you these past few days? I haven't seen you come out. You haven't been sleeping in here for two days, have you? Young people need to be energetic. You can't be too lazy to sleep in," Yang Liming heard a voice and turned around to see his landlord, Uncle Lin, the person who rented him the small room. The old man was over seventy years old and showed particular concern for younger people like Yang Liming. "Hehe, good morning, Uncle Lin. I've been studying in here these past two days. I can't help it. I have my college entrance exam coming up soon," Yang Liming said with a smile. He thought to himself, "Little Bai really can adjust the time in different worlds. I've clearly been in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes for over a year. But according to Uncle Lin, he's only been away from me for two days. Now I'm relieved. I don't have to worry about my wives in The Legend of the Condor Heroes suffering because I've been in the Tang Dynasty world for too long." "Oh, I see. Young man, a scholar should balance work and rest. Don't overwork yourself at such a young age. You should go out and travel more." Uncle Lin said. "Yes, yes," Yang Liming replied. He knew the old man meant well. When he first came here to rent a house, Uncle Lin only charged him a token amount of money. "Hey, meat stick, I feel like you've suddenly grown taller in the last two days. And you've become much more handsome. Your eyes are brighter too." Uncle Lin seemed to have suddenly discovered something. "Hahaha, really? That's great. I didn't even know it myself?" Yang Liming laughed. But inwardly, he felt a chill. He had indeed changed a lot in the year he spent in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. He had even grown five centimeters taller, from 1.78 meters to 1.83 meters. Fortunately, he hadn't changed so much that even acquaintances wouldn't recognize him. After exchanging a few more words, Uncle Lin took his leave to pick up his granddaughter who was returning from a trip to Shanghai. Seeing the old man leave, Yang Liming hurriedly went out as well. He had spent over a year in the world of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*. Now that he was back, he missed his parents and wanted to go home to see them. Of course, if he had the chance along the way, he would also like to experience the feeling of rescuing a damsel in distress. The feeling of rescuing a damsel in distress in the modern world was completely different from that in the ancient world. For Yang Liming, he preferred rescuing a damsel in distress in the modern world. He couldn't explain why. Perhaps it was because there was no martial arts in modern society. Using the martial arts from the books in modern society would be more fulfilling. As the saying goes, where there are people, there is a martial arts world; where there is a martial arts world, there are beautiful women; where there are beautiful women, there are villains; and where there are villains, there are heroes. Those delicate beauties (like those big stars) always seem to have a chivalrous knight appear out of nowhere when they're in danger, easily defeating the villains with a few punches and kicks, and then the beauties, their eyes sparkling, offer themselves to him… Of course, this was just Yang Liming's wishful thinking. Lost in thought, Yang Liming began to stroll leisurely. He didn't plan to take a car. His home wasn't far anyway. A leisurely walk would only take an hour or two to reach his parents. After wandering around for a while, he didn't find anything different from the world he'd visited in the Legend of the Condor Heroes. He also didn't see any beautiful women. Feeling bored, he used his lightness skill to run home at top speed. Yang Liming deliberately chose to run in places with few pedestrians. Unafraid of causing a stir, he used his current fastest speed, and for a moment, the surrounding scenery seemed to fly past, the wind howling like thunder. "Damn. This speed must be several hundred kilometers per hour. Almost as fast as an airplane. It's just that I can't fly yet." After running for a while, he suddenly leaped into the air. Supported by his formidable internal energy, gravity relentlessly resisted, propelling him nearly twenty meters into the air! Looking down at the seven-story building and the surrounding buildings of varying heights, a sense of accomplishment welled up within him. "After returning from The Legend of the Condor Heroes, at least in this modern society, I'm 'Superman.' I can wear my underwear on the outside!" Landing lightly on the ground, Yang Liming laughed heartily, leaping like a great bird, soaring over the rooftops of various buildings. Each leap covered forty or fifty meters, landing on the rooftop of another building. Only after entering the city and seeing more pedestrians did Yang Liming settle down to walk steadily. He boldly admired the women on the street, their legs exposed and wearing low-cut tops. These scenes were unheard of in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. Staring blankly at the women's legs, Yang Liming suddenly heard the sound of screeching brakes. Then, he felt himself being lifted into the air. He only stopped after crashing into a large tree by the roadside. "I was careless. My chest hurts a little from the impact," Yang Liming said. He hadn't been in the modern world for over a year and was used to life in ancient times. He hadn't been prepared for modern sports cars and the like at all. (There were no cars in ancient times.) "Ah!" Upon seeing the car accident, people on the street immediately shouted and gathered around. But the 'body' that should have been lying by the tree was suddenly gone. Talk started. The car owner covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. She didn't dare get out of the car. She had a deep memory of the person she had hit. Yang Liming ran home as fast as he could. "Damn it. Hit by a car on the way out," Yang Liming muttered. He entered the house and saw the dishes on the table. Yang Liming felt a surge of warmth. "Mom, I'm home." Ma Xiaoling ran out of the kitchen as soon as she heard her son's voice. She grabbed his ear and yelled, "You brat, you finally decided to come back! You haven't called home for over ten days. By the way, didn't you say you were going out to do some business to train yourself? How come you're back after only ten days? I knew you weren't cut out for this. You couldn't take it anymore, could you?" "Oh, Mom, have mercy! I missed you all. That's why I came back," Yang Liming exclaimed dramatically. "Hmph, you missed us? You haven't called home in so long, and you didn't even answer when I called you," Ma Xiaoling said, still a little angry. But she had already let go of his ear. After all, it had been over ten days since she'd seen her son. She missed him terribly. "Forget it, you shouldn't go out to do any business to train yourself anymore. Anyway, your father has already used the gold you left behind to buy a good shop. In a few days, he'll open a big supermarket. You can turn into gold again. Our family doesn't lack anything now. Why make yourself suffer? My biggest wish now is to have a grandson. You're nineteen now," Ma Xiaoling said. “Okay, I’ll listen to Mom. Now I’ll focus on finding a wife. By the way, where’s Dad?” Yang Liming said warmly. He had said he was going out to do business and take a break from school, all to make it easier to travel through time. But now that he knew Xiaobai could adjust the time difference between different worlds, he realized he had been making a fuss over nothing. “Don’t worry about him. He’s been very busy lately. He won’t be back until tonight. You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Eat first.” Ma Xiaoling said. Yang Liming obediently picked up his chopsticks and began to eat the long-awaited meal his mother had made. Although the taste wasn’t as good as Huang Rong’s and Xiao Zhao’s cooking, Yang Liming ate with more enjoyment. “Son, I think you’ve become more handsome. And you’ve grown taller.” Ma Xiaoling said, watching Yang Liming wolf down his food. “Hahaha, of course! Don’t you know who your son is?” Yang Liming said proudly. Then he got a tap on the head from his mother, along with a comment about being vain. Although Ma Xiaoling was puzzled by her son’s changes, she saw that he was changing for the better, so she was only happy. That evening, Yang Liming's father, Yang Guohua, also returned home. He was naturally delighted to see his son. The family chatted together, mostly talking about having a grandson. After a moment of internal struggle, Yang Liming decided to confess. At dinner, Yang Liming sat down and said to his parents, "Dad, Mom, there's something I've been keeping from you. I wasn't doing any business these past few days. It was something else." "Then what were you doing? As long as you didn't do anything illegal, Dad will support you," Yang Guohua said. "What were I doing? Tell me. Don't be scared. Take a deep breath," Yang Liming said. "Son, what do you mean we'll be scared? You didn't really do anything immoral, did you? You didn't harm any young girls, did you?" Ma Xiaoling said seriously. Of course, even she didn't believe it herself. "Mom and Dad, listen carefully, believe it or not. Actually, I time-traveled." Yang Liming recounted his story in great detail, leaving Ma Xiaoling and Yang Guohua speechless. It wasn't until after dinner that they heard even a small part of his tale from the Legend of the Condor Heroes. They barely ate anything, and another hour and a half passed before Yang Liming had finished telling the gist of his story in the Condor Heroes world and about the Main God Ship. "Son, don't scare your mother. You didn't go crazy after going out like that, did you?" Ma Xiaoling asked anxiously. Yang Guohua also earnestly touched Yang Liming's forehead. Yang Liming almost vomited blood. All this time, his parents had only taken it as a story. "Mom and Dad, I'm telling the truth!" Yang Liming cried out.“Xiao Li, I understand your dream. I often dream of being invincible and having all the beauties in the world. But a dream is just a dream, don't overthink it. It's different from reality,” Yang Guohua said seriously. Seeing Ma Xiaoling give him a dangerous look, he added, “That was my dream when I was young. Now I don't want to talk about having all the beauties in the world anymore. Because they can't compare to your mother. I only love your mother now.” Yang Liming was both amused and exasperated. It turned out his father thought he was daydreaming. Yang Liming knew this would happen. “Mom and Dad, look!” Yang Liming pressed down on the solid wood table. A deep palm print appeared in front of them. He then ran into the kitchen and took out a solid iron pot. In front of them, he twisted it into a pretzel shape. “Now you believe me, right? I really went to the world of ancient martial arts, learned unparalleled martial arts, and even got you a whole bunch of daughters-in-law.” Yang Liming threw the pretzel shape in front of Ma Xiaoling and Yang Guohua. "I believe it, I believe it." Faced with the facts, the two stammered for a long time. They had never imagined that the world was so diverse and wonderful. No wonder their son suddenly had the ability to turn things into gold. It took them a while to recover. "Son, I never thought you had such a good life. You must have suffered a lot in ancient times. You've grown up. Dad is very happy." The father walked to the windowsill, gently patted his son's shoulder, and sighed softly. "Dad." Even though Yang Liming had lived for so many years, he was deeply moved by his father's words. With a slight sob in his voice, he said, "Actually, all these past year, I've been thinking about you all while I was in The Legend of the Condor Heroes. I know that when I was at home, all I did was play. I caused you a lot of worry." "Good son," Yang Guohua patted Yang Liming's shoulder happily, "You know how good I was to you before, right? Quickly pass on a hundred or eighty years of my internal energy. Let me go and play in some novel world. Ancient times are full of outstanding people and beautiful women everywhere. If I don't see them, my life will have been wasted..." Listening to Yang Guohua's incessant excited talk, Yang Liming felt a wave of helplessness. He had always thought that his father was a kind, taciturn man. He just hadn't had the chance to express his feelings. Before, he was suppressed by the lack of money. Now that he was successful, his true colors were showing. Yang Liming kept giving him meaningful glances. Because his mother's murderous glare was already coming his way. However, perhaps because he was too comfortable in his fantasy world, Yang Guohua completely failed to notice his son's well-intentioned glances. “You old geezer… you were just saying you only love me, and now you’re thinking about ancient beauties. Fine.” Ma Xiaoling grabbed Yang Guohua, who was still lost in his fantasies. “Believe it or not, I’ll castrate you. So you’ll think about other women.” Yang Liming silently mourned for his father for a minute. “Wife, I was wrong. I was just joking. How can ancient beauties compare to you? I’m loyal to you. I’ll steadfastly uphold the ‘Three Obediences and Four Virtues’,” Yang Guohua flattered, sweating profusely. “Forget it, I won’t hold it against you this time,” Ma Xiaoling said. Then she grabbed Yang Liming. “Where are my wives? You said you found a lot, but you haven’t brought any back to Mom. You’re not lying to Mom, are you?” “Mom, don’t worry. I’ll go to ancient times again soon. I’ll bring more of your wives back for you to see. I’ll show you their pictures now.” Yang Liming said, taking out all the photos from his storage ring. He had been worried that his parents would be disgusted by him having so many wives. Now they seemed quite pleased. Ma Xiaoling was stunned as soon as she received the photos. The first one was a picture of Huang Rong's angelic face. The two elders examined each photo carefully, commenting on them one by one. Finally, they came to a conclusion: each one was no less beautiful than a TV star, whether in figure or face. "Good lad, you didn't bring back a single good wife. I'll teach you a lesson!" Ma Xiaoling said with a displeased expression. Then she grabbed her son's ear. Even though Yang Liming was a master of martial arts, he didn't dare to move an inch and could only beg for mercy. Early the next morning, Yang Liming taught his parents the Nine Yin Manual. He also conjured up several Great Rejuvenation Pills and Marrow Cleansing Pills for them to take. Combined with his own great skill in opening his meridians, he was exhausted. He finally created two late-stage acquired masters. Of course, compared to genuine late-stage acquired masters, Ma Xiaoling and Yang Guohua were still quite far behind. But this was enough to make the two, who had become legendary martial arts masters, very happy. He would jump around at home occasionally. Yang Liming stayed at home for a few days before saying goodbye to his parents. He was going to the world of the Tang Dynasty. "Get out of here, hurry up and go. Come back soon and bring my precious wife back as soon as possible," Ma Xiaoling said, hands on her hips. She had been thinking about her grandson the past few days. She had even planned to go to ancient times with Yang Liming, but she felt that she might be a burden to her son, so she gave up the idea. Back in his room, Yang Liming took a copy of "The Legend of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" from his drawer and placed it on Xiaobai. He took a deep breath and said to Xiaobai, "Xiaobai, the second stop on your journey through time, 'The Legend of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty,' begins." His voice trembled slightly. "Wanwan, Shi Feixuan, Shi Qingxuan, wait, wait, I'm here. And Li Shimin, you're going to die!" After "The Legend of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" merged into Xiaobai's body, Xiaobai said to Yang Liming, "Daddy, the dimensional coordinates have been established. Should we open the spatial passage immediately?" "Yes." The distorted spatial gate reappeared. Having already experienced it twice, Yang Liming naturally felt no tension. He confidently walked in. The feeling of being in the cosmic atmosphere surrounded him again. Then… "Wow! Xiaobai, where am I?" With a thud, Yang Liming screamed. He had fallen into the water.Having already experienced this twice, Yang Liming naturally felt no nervousness. He walked in confidently. That feeling of being in the outer atmosphere surrounded him again. Then… “Wow! Little White, where am I?” With a thud, Yang Liming screamed and fell into the water.Having already experienced this twice, Yang Liming naturally felt no nervousness. He walked in confidently. That feeling of being in the outer atmosphere surrounded him again. Then… “Wow! Little White, where am I?” With a thud, Yang Liming screamed and fell into the water.

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