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Chapter 31 Practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Together

"It's nothing. Thank you, little thief. I've decided I won't chase you anymore." Lin Yu shook her head, then surprisingly

smiled and thanked Yang Liming.

"Heavens! Fairy sister, you actually smiled! Are you sure you're alright?" Yang Liming was so

shocked smiling and talking to his sworn enemy that he almost fell off the tree.

"What, do you want me to be in trouble?" Lin Yu feigned anger. "

No, no, how could I want something to happen to such a beautiful fairy sister like you? I just wanted to say, don't you hate me

for molesting you?" Yang Liming waved his hands repeatedly.

Hearing the word "molested," Lin Yu's pretty face flushed red. She quickly turned her head away, not daring to look at Yang Liming's thieving face again. She muttered to herself

, "You little thief, didn't you just say you were researching human anatomy? Well, that's fine then. You've gotten off easy, you

little thief." But in her heart, she recalled her mistress, Lin Chaoying, and the scene of their conversation before her death. "Yu'er, my

time is running out! There's something I must make clear to you. The final level of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra must be practiced by a

man and a woman together. It transforms the heartless into the compassionate. You must listen to your mistress. Only practice with

a man you love in the future. Never try to practice alone, or you will surely suffer a qi deviation and die."

"I don't want to, mistress! Men are all the same! That Wang Chongyang treated you like this! Even if I live a lonely life, I

will never marry. I want to stay in the Ancient Tomb forever with you, mistress! Waaah… Mistress, please don't die!"

"Hehe, you silly child, everyone dies eventually. What difference does it make whether you die early or late? If you still

consider me your young lady, remember this: if one day a man is willing to risk his life for you,

no matter the reason, even if it's just because of your looks, you should treat him well. Don't end up like me,

lonely and miserable, only able to die in this cold ancient tomb." Thinking this, Lin Yu's face stopped blushing, and she turned back

to look at Yang Liming with those captivating eyes that could drive any man mad.

"My goodness! Why do these fairy-like eyes look so familiar? Haha! Fighting for a beauty really does

pay off !" Yang Liming excitedly shouted in his heart.

The two chatted in the tree, Yang Liming constantly teasing Lin Yu. Time passed quickly.

As dawn broke, the wolves that had lingered below the tree finally lost patience and left their sight.

Yang Liming jumped down from the tree, making a hugging gesture towards Lin Yu, saying, "Hehe, sister, we've gotten so familiar just now.

You can't move, so you don't mind if your little brother hugs you, right?" This was purely a pointless question. Lin Yu couldn't move at all,

and although she was shy, how could she refuse?

He pulled her towards the bend in the tree, his other hand resting on her waist, pulling her close to his chest.

The moment their bodies touched, especially when she felt her chest pressing against Yang Liming's, Lin Yu immediately

abandoned ethereal, fairy-like demeanor. She buried her head in Yang Liming's chest like an ostrich, unwilling to show her face.

Seeing her like this, Yang Liming laughed heartily and headed towards the Quanzhen Sect's mountain peak.

The Quanzhen Sect was the only building on Zhongnan Mountain, quite conspicuous. Yang Liming simply followed the general direction and

quickly led Lin Yu out of this back mountain, which was even more remote than the Ancient Tomb. He saw the Great Dao Temple on the other side of Zhongnan Mountain.

Back at the Quanzhen Sect, Yang Liming, carrying Lin Yu, walked to the place where Lin Yu had taken him. He found it deserted;

Nianci, whose acupoints had been sealed, and the little girl guard Li Mochou were both gone. Yang Liming thought, "Could it be that Nianci's

acupoints have been released and she ran out to find me? Maybe. I should go check with my parents-in-law and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen first. Nianci saw

me being taken by Lin Yu; she'll definitely go to them for help." Thinking this, Yang Liming went to Bao Xiruo and Yang Tiexin's room.

But Yang Liming didn't expect that not only could he not find his parents-in-law and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, but he couldn't even

find . "Strange? Where did they all go?"

He slapped his head. "Stupid, why don't you ask those young Taoists?"

He randomly stopped a Taoist of about 30 years old. "Excuse me, brother, do you know where Master Qiu and the others went?"

The Taoist, initially displeased that someone was blocking his way with a woman in his arms, looked annoyed. He looked like he was about to unleash a torrent of abuse. But upon

closer inspection of Yang Liming's appearance, his expression immediately underwent a 180-degree turn, his face filled with admiration and respect.

"Oh, so it's Uncle Yang. Zhijing greets Uncle Yang." It turned out that this person was

Zhao Zhijing, who had just been released from his punishment of cleaning toilets by Qiu Chuji. Upon his return, he heard that Yin Zhiping, his biggest rival among the third-generation head disciples,

had not only been expelled from the Quanzhen Sect by his seven senior uncles but had also had his limbs broken.

While overjoyed, he didn't forget to ask his master, Wang Chuyi, what bad things Yin Zhiping had done and

who such a fate. When he asked, Wang Chuyi naturally

told him that he had a new senior uncle who was younger than him, and that this new senior uncle would soon inherit the position of sect leader.

Now, seeing Yang Liming's appearance, which perfectly matched the image of the future sect leader senior uncle described by his master, Zhao Zhijing, with his petty

nature, dared not offend him. He quickly pretended to be respectful and bowed.

Upon hearing his self-introduction, Yang Liming knew this guy was destined to be a villain on par with Yin Zhiping. He

wondered , once he became the sect leader, he would steam or braise this despicable traitor. Outwardly, however, he remained very polite.

After learning that all of Zhao Zhijing's uncles and elders had gone to the ancient tomb in the back mountain to find him, he asked Zhao to lead the way.

Along the way, the power-hungry Zhao Zhijing showered Yang Liming, the future sect leader, with flattery, praising his boundless admiration

and the Quanzhen Sect would flourish with Uncle Yang. If Yang Liming hadn't known

his true nature, he might have been fooled and taken him for a confidant!

Soon, Yang Liming arrived at the site of the ancient tomb in the back mountain of the Quanzhen Sect. Sure enough, he saw the Seven Masters of Quanzhen there,

facing the tomb, hesitant and unsure whether to enter.

Yang Liming knew they were in a dilemma. They dared not violate Wang Chongyang's dying wish that Quanzhen disciples not set foot in the forbidden area of the Ancient Tomb

, yet they couldn't abandon their junior brother.

Seeing that the seven were only acting out of concern for him, Yang Liming naturally couldn't bear to let them worry. He

quickly went behind them and said with a smile, "Greetings, senior brothers! Are you looking for your junior brother?"

"Junior brother!" "Junior brother Yang!" the seven called out excitedly. Yang Liming was a little touched. Perhaps they were only concerned about him because of

Wang Chongyang , but it was still concern.

"Junior Brother Yang, I heard you were captured by Miss Lin. How come...wait! Miss Lin, you...you...how come you're being

held by my junior brother?" At this moment, the impatient Qiu Chuji exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Lin Yu in Yang Liming's arms. There was a hint of sourness in his tone

.

The other six disciples looked on with puzzled expressions. Yang Liming and Lin Yu asked, "How...how..." When they were young, because of their master Wang Chongyang's relationship with Lin Chaoying, they naturally knew

Lin Yu, the maidservant who served Lin Chaoying . Lin Yu was an orphan adopted by Lin Chaoying when she was traveling the martial world. Although she always called Lin Chaoying . She deeply respected Lin Chaoying and therefore felt deeply for her suffering . She witnessed Wang Chongyang's heartlessness towards her mistress and harbored hatred for the Quanzhen Sect. The sect rule of spitting on Wang Chongyang 's portrait was a way she devised to vent her anger. Therefore, she didn't give the Seven Masters of Quanzhen a friendly look and said coldly, "Why I'm lying in the arms of that little thief is none of your business, you stinking Taoists." She was giving Yang Liming face by not calling him a "little thief" in front of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. She simply omitted the middle part. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were speechless for a moment, but they seemed to know her temper or were used to her attitude. Even Qiu Chuji and Sun Bu'er, who had the worst tempers, showed no displeasure. After ridiculing the Seven Masters, Lin Yu turned back to Yang Liming and said in a soft tone, "Little thief, carry me to the Ancient Tomb. Will you heal my wounds?" "What! Miss Lin, you're injured? How serious is it? Come to our Chongyang Palace, and let a few of our fellow disciples take a look at you!" Upon hearing that Lin Yu was injured, Qiu Chuji immediately cried out, his voice filled with anxiety. Lin Yu and the Seven Sons were of the same generation, and she was as beautiful as a celestial being. In their youth, which of Qiu Chuji and the others, except for Sun Bu'er, hadn't harbored feelings ? Qiu Chuji was the most deeply infatuated among them. However, Lin Yu not only ignored them all but also loathed them. Furthermore, since they were all Taoist monks, they couldn't suppress their feelings. Hearing Qiu Chuji's words, Lin Yu remained unmoved, saying indifferently, "Whether I'm injured or not has nothing to do with your Quanzhen Sect. It's none of your business. Just let this little thief heal my wounds." Seeing her refusal, Qiu Chuji still wouldn't give up. He said urgently, "Miss Lin, you're injured, how can I not care?" "I... I...I..." At this moment, Sun Bu'er, seeing her senior brother's expression, couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward, saying, "Senior brother, since they don't appreciate it, why force it?" "Sigh..." Hearing his junior sister's words, Qiu Chuji sighed dejectedly. Yang Liming, seeing Qiu Chuji's behavior, having been forced by his mother and poisoned by modern Korean dramas, how could he not see what Qiu Chuji was thinking? He thought smugly, "Sorry, Brother Qiu. The fairy sister is now labeled as belonging to my Yang family. Hehehe..." "Senior brothers, where are Nianci and my parents-in-law?" Yang Liming thought of the people he hadn't seen yet and asked the Seven Masters of Quanzhen with some concern. "Oh, don't worry, junior brother. Since Miss Nianci and Brother Yang Tiexin are not disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, they have already gone into the Ancient Tomb to find you ," Ma Yu came out to answer for Yang Liming. "Oh, so they've all gone to the ancient tomb. I'll go find them first, and also heal my sister Lin Yu in my arms." The senior brothers chatted leisurely. After saying this, they entered the forbidden area of the ancient tomb. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen initially said, "Take care, junior brother," but suddenly felt something was wrong, though they couldn't quite put their finger on it. It wasn't until Yang Liming completely disappeared from their sight that Ma Yu suddenly cried out, "Oh dear! We've all forgotten! Junior Brother Yang is now a disciple . He can't set foot in the forbidden area of the ancient tomb!" Upon hearing this, the others immediately tried to chase after Yang Liming, but he was already nowhere in the forbidden area. Unable to enter themselves, they anxiously channeled their inner energy into their voices, calling for Yang Liming to return. Hearing the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's calls from afar, Yang Liming chuckled inwardly. His foolish senior brothers had been so easily fooled. Was this the legendary result of becoming stupid from cultivating the Tao? Hahaha. That's absolutely hilarious! Hehehe… After laughing for a while, he asked Lin Yu, "Sister, you said I can heal your injuries, but how exactly do you do it?" Unexpectedly, upon hearing his question, Lin Yu's pretty, mature face suddenly flushed red. Her bright eyes flickered, and she said in a trembling voice, "As long as… as long as we practice the final level of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra together… that's enough ." Her voice trailed off. When Yang Liming first heard her words, he thought, "It's just practicing together, what's there to be shy about?" But then he suddenly remembered that in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, it was mentioned that practicing the final level of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra required a man and a woman to practice together, and both had to be naked. Thinking of this, Yang Liming felt a thrill of fear. A wicked smile crept across his face. "Could it be… that the fairy sister… she wouldn't… hehehehe…" (Please recommend, add to your favorites, and give this post a boost for GamerSky... Please, please, GamerSky thanks you so much... Thank you... Thank you... Thank you again... Thank you again! Chapter 32: Turning Heartlessness into Compassion - Voting Requested) "Grandma Sun, why haven't Master and the big lecher appeared yet? Where did they go? Look, Sister Mu is crying." As Yang Liming and Lin Yu approached the ancient tomb, they heard the little girl's clear, still slightly childish voice. Then an old voice said, "Don't worry, Miss Mu, I've followed Miss for so many years, I know she's cold on the outside but warm on the inside." "No one would really do anything to Young Master Yang." Yang Liming knew immediately from the aged voice that it must be Granny Sun, the kind-hearted woman with a nasty face from *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. Approaching, he saw an ugly old woman with slap marks on her face comforting Nianci, whose face was streaked with tears. Bao Xiruo and Yang Tiexin, holding the still-babbling Little Dragon Girl, were also standing at the tomb entrance. The first to spot Yang Liming was the energetic little girl Li Mochou, whose bright, adorable eyes darted around. She jumped up, exclaiming, "Oh! Look! It's the great lecher and Master!" "Big Brother!" Nianci rushed into Yang Liming's arms, her eyes brimming with tears. Seeing how haggard she looked after only one night, Yang Liming understood how worried she had been. He felt both touched and heartbroken. He quickly half-embraced Lin Yu with his right hand, freeing his left hand to pull her into his left chest. Seeing Nianci trembling in his arms, she cried, "Big Brother, I thought... you... you thought Big Brother was killed by the Fairy Sister, right? Hehe, silly girl, with a beautiful wife like you at home, how could I bear to let anything happen to me?" He said, tenderly kissing her forehead and then wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Ahem," Yang Tiexin was overjoyed to see Yang Liming return safely. However, seeing his son-in-law and daughter being affectionate in front of so many people, he still couldn't help but remind them.

"Master, why are you sleeping in the arms of that lecherous thief like Sister Mu?" the little girl suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Hearing this, Mu Nianci noticed that there was someone else in Yang Liming's arms. Upon closer inspection, it was the woman who had chased her brother the previous night.

She stammered, "Brother, she..." At the same time, Granny Sun anxiously asked Lin Yu, "Miss, what's wrong? You look injured."

"Hahaha, Nianci, let me introduce you. This is my sister Lin Yu. You should call her sister from now on."

Upon hearing this, Nianci didn't bother to ask about the relationship between her lover and this suddenly appearing sister. She calmly and generously called her sister. As long as she could stay by her brother's side, that was all that mattered. How many women her brother had was his business.

Afterwards, Yang Liming explained Lin Yu's injuries to everyone, saying he needed to treat her quickly, before entering the ancient tomb with the others.

He left Granny Sun and the others to wait in one stone chamber, while he carried Lin Yu into another.

Pretending not to know how to practice the final level of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, Yang Liming anxiously asked Lin Yu, "Sister, how can I heal you?"

He then noticed Lin Yu staring blankly at him, her pupils unfocused, lost in thought.

"Hey, sister, sister, what are you daydreaming about? Tell me how to heal you!"

Lin Yu suddenly snapped out of her daze, her face flushed, her beautiful eyes darting around in a flustered manner, completely at a loss. This was somewhat like a bride's shy, hesitant advances before their wedding night. "Little thief, do you like me? If not, I'd rather you not heal me. Let me be a cripple for life."

Yang Liming thought to himself. Here it comes, I must perform well this time. Otherwise, I'll never be able to win over this goddess-like woman.

He excitedly patted his chest and said, "Fairy Sister, I love you so much! How could I bear to let you be a cripple for the rest of your life?"

Lin Yu seemed pleased by his words and smiled slightly. "Then, little thief, are you willing to die for me?"

"No," Yang Liming said, looking at Lin Yu, whose face had turned deathly pale. He quickly added, "I only hope to live with you, Sister. If I must die, let me die before you."

Hearing Yang Liming's modern confession, Lin Yu's eyes reddened as she looked at him and said, "You naughty little thief, always teasing me!" She paused and then said, "Fine, you've passed. The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra is in an Angri on the west wall. Go get it and take a good look. You'll understand how to heal me."

"Hehe, Sister, no need. I have the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra here too," he said, reaching into his robes and pulling out the image of the sutra he had copied when he kidnapped Li Mochou last time.

Lin Yu's face flushed crimson the moment she saw the Heart Sutra diagram he produced. She thought to herself, "How does this little thief also have the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra? Does that mean he already knew that healing required both of us to be naked...? That wicked guy dared to lie to me!"

In her shame and anger, she muttered fiercely, "He really is a little thief, a wicked

little thief who steals things!" Yang Liming was secretly delighted to see her like this. He found himself enjoying looking at his once aloof and ethereal sister now with a shy expression. He said shamelessly, "Since I've already seen your body, what's wrong with seeing it again? If you feel it's a loss, I'll let you see mine too." With that, he quickly stripped himself naked. Lin Yu never expected him to be so shameless. She quickly turned her eyes away, angrily calling out, "You little lecher, you little lecher!"

"Hehe, sister. This little lecher will take yours off too!" he said, starting to do so.

Lin Yu simply turned her shy head away, too embarrassed to look. She let him explore her soft, boneless body.

Soon, Yang Liming smoothly unbuckled Lin Yu's belt, then carefully removed her outer garment, inner garment, and even her undergarments, leaving her completely naked. Even her only modesty underpants were gone, leaving her utterly naked. Actually, in cultivating the final level of the *Jade Maiden Heart Sutra*, one only needs to remove the upper body to dissipate heat; there's no need to remove the lower body as well. However, Yang Liming completely disregarded this. For him, not taking advantage of such an opportunity would be foolish. Besides, Lin Yu didn't object. During

this time, there were bound to be some awkward encounters. One moment his hand was on her waist, the next on her chest. Lin Yu's face turned as red as

a boiled crab, yet she was helpless. After all, she had already decided in her heart that she belonged to Yang Liming.

After undressing, Yang Liming positioned the naked Lin Yu cross-legged. During this time, his hand accidentally and unintentionally landed on the warm, furry area between her legs.

Lin Yu felt a jolt, as if electrocuted, her whole body trembling. An indescribable feeling welled up inside her, like a kitten scratching at her heart, both itchy and unsettling. Yang Liming, having just experienced intimacy, instantly knew he had touched a woman's true forbidden zone, and his lust surged. He shook his head vigorously. Reason told him that healing Lin Yu was the priority. He needed to calm down, very calm.

Yang Liming silently repeated "My heart is pure and clear, even if the sky falls, I will not be alarmed" countless times in his mind. This prevented him from transforming into a lustful beast and pouncing on Lin Yu, the little white lamb.

He sat down, palms outstretched, and pressed his palms against Lin Yu's. They exchanged internal energy.

Two hours later, they both finished their practice simultaneously. Lin Yu's injuries, aided by Yang Liming's internal energy, had already completely healed, and she had successfully completed the final level of the *Jade Maiden Heart Sutra*.

Yang Liming felt his own internal energy had increased again, faintly showing signs of breaking through to the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm.

"Just a little bit short," Yang Liming thought regretfully. Ever since he learned that Xiaobai could only transform into the Great Rejuvenation Pill, a single pill to increase power, Yang Liming had been burning with anxiety about improving his own power! (Xiaobai was created by the Atlantis civilization, so she could only transform into things available in Atlantis. And the Atlantis civilization was a technologically advanced race. Naturally, they rarely possessed the power-enhancing pills that only martial artists and cultivators had. That Xiaobai could transform into the Great Rejuvenation Pill was already quite impressive. Yang Liming only learned this from Xiaobai after Huang Yaoshi left. At the time, he complained bitterly about why Xiaobai hadn't told him sooner. Xiaobai's reply was, "You didn't ask me." "Peng!" Yang Liming was so shocked he fainted.)

Yang Liming opened his eyes and saw the fairy sister whose face was no longer cold, but instead full of smiles. She exclaimed, "Sister, you look even more beautiful than before! And how come you've become so young?" Lin Yu let out a soft snort. "What? Was I really that old?" Then, looking aggrieved, she added, "Yeah, I'm forty years old. Of course I'm old."

Yang Liming quickly waved his hand, "No way! That bastard said you're old and don't want to live anymore. I mean you used to look like you were in your early twenties. Now you look no more than twenty."

Yang Liming wasn't lying. It was true. Perhaps it was because the people of the Ancient Tomb cultivated the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra that they weren't afraid of aging. Lin Yu was like that. Little Dragon Girl in The Return of the Condor Heroes was the same.

Seeing Yang Liming's nervous explanation, Lin Yu happily tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek. Then, blushing, she quickly withdrew,

saying, "Thank you, you little rascal." You just helped me master the final level of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, "The state of transforming ruthlessness into compassion. From now on, sister won't have to wear a cold face every day."...

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

"Sister, judging from your appearance, it seems you've already entered the Innate Realm, haven't you?"

Yang Liming suddenly asked, noticing Lin Yu's even more perfect face and aura than before. It seemed only this could cause someone to suddenly become younger and undergo such a dramatic change.

Lin Yu smiled, took a few steps back, and summoned her powerful inner strength. A surge of aura pressed down on Yang Liming, and a protective shield composed of inner strength appeared around her.

"Hehe, little thief, sister has finally entered the Innate Realm, just like Miss did back then."

Even if she didn't say it, Yang Liming was already certain. Feeling the air around him suddenly thicken, coupled with the oppressive aura emanating from Lin Yu, which locked him tightly, rendering him unable to move, Yang Liming felt a striking resemblance to the feeling he had experienced with Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic. Although Lin Yu's aura seemed slightly weaker than Huang Yaoshi's, this didn't prevent Yang Liming from concluding that Lin Yu had reached the Innate Realm. After all, Huang Yaoshi had been at the Innate Realm for many years, so it was only natural that he was stronger than Lin Yu, a newbie who had just entered the Innate Realm.

"Alright, sister, stop using your aura to suppress me. If you damage my body, who will give you happiness in the future?" Yang Liming said to Lin Yu, feigning pitifulness.

Lin Yu didn't understand the meaning behind his words. Although she was excited about entering the Innate Realm, she felt she shouldn't bully him, seeing Yang Liming's appearance. She withdrew her aura and grabbed Yang Liming's arm eagerly, saying, "Little thief, will you stay in the Ancient Tomb? I'll teach you the martial arts of our Ancient Tomb." Lin Yu had fought with Yang Liming before and knew that although he had considerable skill, he didn't have many martial arts moves. Of course, her main wish was for Yang Liming to stay by her side. Hence, she made this request. Seeing Lin Yu's expectant look, how could Yang Liming refuse? In any case, he really did have the idea of settling down in the Ancient Tomb. In his opinion, living in the ancient tomb was much safer than living in the Quanzhen Sect.

He pulled Lin Yu into his arms and said, "Sister, there's something I have to tell you. Actually, besides you, I also have..."

"Besides me, there are other women, right?" Yang Liming hadn't finished speaking when Lin Yu interrupted.

"Hehe, how did you know? Why did I say that?" Yang Liming looked at Lin Yu somewhat embarrassedly.

Lin Yu pouted slightly, saying, "I'm not blind. How could I not see your relationship with that Miss Mu outside? And with your personality of staring wide-eyed, shifty-eyed, and groping pretty girls, I can be sure that you'll attract other female confidantes besides Miss Mu and me in the future.

" "Hehehehe, I didn't expect you to know my good points so well, sister," Yang Liming chuckled shamelessly.

Lin Yu gave him a charmingly lewd look and said, "Fine, as long as you're my little thief, what does it matter to me how many women you have?" "

So, sister, you don't object to Nianci living here too?" Seeing Lin Yu nod, Yang Liming smiled. He hadn't expected his sister to be so generous.

The next day, Yang Liming, along with Yang Tiexin and Bao Ruoxi, returned to the Quanzhen Sect to inherit the position of sect leader. In reality, inheriting the position was just a formality; he simply greeted the disciples and said, "Hey, guys, I'm your new boss now. You'll be following this young and promising guy from now on."

Although some disciples were reluctant to have someone who looked only about twenty years old become their leader,

they had no choice but to accept the support of the seven senior members of the sect. They respectfully greeted their new leader.

Having just inherited the position, Yang Liming appointed Ma Yu, the former sect leader, as deputy leader and delegated all sect affairs to him, effectively becoming a hands-off leader. His only task was to go to the Quanzhen Sect's training room, select martial arts manuals that he liked, and then secretly bring them to the Ancient Tomb Sect to practice with Lin Yu and the other girls.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were helpless about this, since their master's dying wish was for Yang Liming to become the sect leader. Since he had already taken the position, whether he was in charge or not was up to him.

Three months passed quickly. During these three months, besides diligently practicing martial arts every day, Yang Liming spent his time flirting with Mu Nianci and Lin Yu, and also teasing the little girl Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu, whom Lin Yu had recently taken as her closed-door disciple. He lived a carefree life.

That day, he finally mastered most of the martial arts from the Quanzhen and Ancient Tomb Sects. There was no way around it; with the Seven Masters of Quanzhen and Lin Yu's unreserved teaching, plus his own considerable internal strength, learning these martial arts moves was quite fast.

"It's time to go down the mountain. I only have nine months left. Within nine months, I must enter the Innate Realm. Otherwise, how can I hold my head high when I see Huang Yaoshi and Rong'er?" Sitting in the training room of the ancient tomb, Yang Liming made a decision in his heart and silently vowed.

"Giddy up, giddy up!" A young man galloped along the main road on horseback. On horseback, Yang Liming thought of the scene when he said goodbye to the two women last night, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. Their words, "Go ahead, we know you're going to bring Rong'er back. As long as you think of us every day, we'll be satisfied," moved him deeply. Ah! With such wives, what more could a husband ask for!

Yang Liming was heading towards Xiangyang, his goal naturally being the gallbladders of the strange snakes in Dugu Qiubai's territory. He really missed those gallbladders that could enhance his power.

Passing through a small town called Changde, Yang Liming dismounted, intending to rest there for the day before continuing his journey tomorrow.

He rubbed his slightly sore buttocks from the horse's jolting and thought, "If it weren't for not wanting to appear too different, I would have taken out those two sports cars from my storage ring long ago. Why bother riding a horse and suffering like this?"

He quietly entered the largest hotel in the area and sat down by the window. He casually ordered two dishes and a pot of wine, then leisurely poured himself a drink. Seeing that the hotel was already packed with customers and every seat was taken, a

girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old walked in, followed by four burly men. Instantly, the noisy room fell silent. Some of the men, with food in their mouths, slurped it down their throats without realizing it.

Yang Liming, who was drinking and admiring the view through the window, suddenly felt the silence and turned around in surprise. He saw a girl with a cold, aloof expression, snow-white skin, and an air of arrogance, standing gracefully in the center of the hotel, followed by four burly men. The girl was not much less beautiful than the girls beside him, but her brows were furrowed, showing her impatience. The girl looked around and, finding no empty seats, set her sights on Yang Liming's table, as he was the only one occupying it. "Waiter, go and make him sit at the same table as someone else. I want to sit at that table!" The girl pointed at Lu Zhanyuan and shouted at the waiter, her expression one of utter self-righteousness and disdain. Her clear voice echoed throughout the hall.

Yang Liming, of course, heard it too. He rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "Damn, so spoiled. Could she be Guo Fu from The Return of the Condor Heroes who transmigrated into The Legend of the Condor Heroes? Uh, it really seems possible."

The waiter seemed to recognize the girl. His expression was a mixture of flattery and fear. He hurriedly ran to Yang Liming and said with a mournful face, "Young master, you heard everything. Please do me a favor. That young lady is not to be trifled with. She is the precious daughter of the prefect of this prefecture!

" Yang Liming rolled his eyes again. "Damn it again. Is this the protagonist effect? I encounter trouble wherever I go..."

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Chapter Thirty-Four: I'm a Spoiled Girl

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"Damn it, you think I'll just let you have my way?" Do you think I look easy to bully?

Hearing Yang Liming's words, the waiter stammered and dared not speak. Despite his lowly status, the waiter had a keen eye for people. Seeing Yang Liming's indifferent expression upon hearing the name of the prefect's daughter (it should be the prefect, I wrote county magistrate in the previous chapter, I'll correct it immediately), he knew this man was no pushover. He was inwardly anxious; this man dared not give face to the prefect on his own turf. He feared Yang Liming would cause trouble in the shop, and if he did, he would simply walk away, leaving the entire inn in disgrace. The waiter wiped the sweat from his face, helpless. She wanted to continue persuading him, but Yang Liming glared at her and said, "Get out of the way, don't disturb my drinking. There are still three empty sides of this table. Anyone who wants to sit can sit. You want me to move? Are you out of your mind?" His loud and domineering voice echoed throughout the hall. Instantly, all the patrons stared blankly at Yang Liming, wondering if he had lost his mind. Didn't they see the several burly men behind that spoiled girl?

The girl's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she drew a whip from her person, pointing it at Yang Liming and scolding, "Where did this brat come from, daring to act wildly with me? You're tired of living!" Yang Liming thought with contempt, another spoiled "canary" who didn't know her place. He never liked to give such people a friendly look. Impatiently waving his hand, he said, "What's going on?! A young lady like you, brandishing whips and swords, has no ladylike manners at all. Aren't you afraid of not being able to get married in the future? Even if you do get married, if you don't know how to be gentle and considerate, your husband will probably divorce you. So I'm telling you, put away your whip, be a lady and come over here quietly, okay? Don't make a racket in my ear, I'm getting impatient. Do you believe I'll spank you?"

He was truly a man of few words, but when he spoke, it was astonishing! The girl, pampered by her official parents since childhood, had never been insulted like this before. She stood there stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, her anger boiled over, and her face turned bright red. In ancient times, women were expected to follow the three obediences and four virtues, and they valued their reputation extremely highly. Now, to be spoken to like this by a man, as if she really couldn't get married, and what was even more infuriating was that he even said he would spank her. How could she let this go? She shoved aside the waiter in front of Yang Liming and roared at him, "You lecherous scoundrel, say that again if you dare! Kneel down and kowtow to apologize to me now, or I'll break your legs!"

Yang Liming glanced at her disdainfully and said, "I heard your father is an official, right? Judging by your attitude, it's a complete waste of public funds. My share of the government's taxes goes to me, and my share goes to the public grain you eat. To put it bluntly, we taxpayers are your providers, and you public servants are supposed to serve us. I don't know where you get this arrogant attitude, openly treating your providers so badly. Does that mean my taxes are being paid for nothing?" "You, you—" The spoiled young lady was speechless with anger at his unreasonable arguments.

Turning around, she ordered the burly men behind her, "I suspect this brat is a lecher. Go and grab him and make him kowtow and admit his mistake."

"Pfft!" Yang Liming spat out the wine he had just drunk upon hearing the unreasonable words of this spoiled young lady.

"Nonsense! I just met you, how did you become a lecher? Even if I really were a lecher, it's not like I'd be kowtowing to you, is it? Do you remember the day I took you, you spoiled brat, to bed and did it to you?"

Hearing the spoiled young lady's words, the constables quickly moved, surrounding Yang Liming and shouting, "You brat, did you hear what our young lady said? Hurry up and get to her! Do you want us brothers to take action?"

Yang Liming laughed, "You spoiled brat, there are laws in the country, and rules in the family. You think you can arrest me just because you say so? What a joke! I'm not giving you a damn. Hahahaha."

"How dare you! Get over here right now!" A burly man very close to Yang Liming cursed angrily and tried to pull him away. "But how could ordinary people like them, who haven't even entered the realm of martial arts, possibly pull Yang Liming, a martial arts master who has almost stepped into the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm?

" Yang Liming kicked him to the ground: "Since you're not going to be polite to me, then I won't be polite to you either."

The bodyguards in the prefect's mansion, usually arrogant and domineering, had never been bullied like this before. Immediately, several of them rolled up their sleeves and rushed towards Yang Liming.

Seeing her companions make a move, the spoiled young lady also let out a soft cry and actually stretched out a whip, slashing it hard at Yang Liming's face. This spoiled girl is too ruthless, Yang Liming cursed inwardly, "Today I'll teach this girl a lesson, let her know that the anger of the people is terrible, and why the flowers are so red." "

Using three layers of his power, he slapped away the burly men who usually bullied him, sending them sprawling on the ground howling in pain. They couldn't get up for a while. Then, with a swift pull, he caught the whip. The spoiled young lady struggled fiercely, her face flushed red, but the whip didn't budge. "Let go!" the spoiled young lady roared.

Yang Liming pulled the whip sharply, and the spoiled young lady, in pain, lost her grip. With a soft groan, the whip fell into Yang Liming's hand.

Enraged, the spoiled young lady drew her longsword and, aiming for Yang Liming's chest, thrust it fiercely at him. Damn, this girl is really ruthless! She even carries a weapon. I didn't even have a whip, and now she's pulled out a sword."

Yang Liming's anger was completely ignited. He snatched the sword from her hand, grabbed her small hand, and... He tightened his grip, and the spoiled young lady cried out in pain, her wrist already red and swollen from his pinching.

Not giving up, she fiercely extended her other hand, which he hadn't grabbed, and threw a punch straight at his eye socket.

Yang Liming turned his head, deflecting her small fist, lowering his body, and with lightning speed, his hands reached out towards her.

The spoiled young lady felt a sudden lightness in her body and cried out in surprise. She was suddenly airborne, her waist held firmly in his hands, suspended in mid-air like a clay doll, unable even to retract her outstretched fist.

"Let me go! Let me go!" "The spoiled young lady screamed desperately. In front of everyone, a young girl was being held up like this, her waist held high, suspended in mid-air; one can imagine the shame, anger, and anxiety she felt. She let out a scream, kicking her legs wildly, trying to kick Yang Liming in the stomach. Damn it! Even when held captive, he's still so barbaric. Yang Liming pressed hard on her waist with both hands, and the spoiled young lady could no longer exert any strength. Yang Liming turned her body upside down, grabbing her calves with both hands, making her head down and feet up. This position was even more humiliating than the previous suspended position, and the spoiled young lady felt her blood rushing to her head.

"You villain! If I, Tao Wanying, don't kill you, I'm not a Tao!" the spoiled young lady cried loudly.

At this moment, the burly men also managed to stand up, seeing their young lady being insulted. They wanted to come to her aid, but remembering Yang Liming's superior skills, they dared not approach. "You, you assaulted the prefect's daughter! Our magistrate will never let you get away with this!" "A burly man said boldly.

Yang Liming snorted coldly and leaped up. He slapped each of the burly men again, making them continue to crawl back to the ground, still dizzy and disoriented. Yang Liming hated being threatened.

"Slap, slap." He slapped the little bottom of the girl who called herself Tao Wanying, the spoiled young lady, a few times. Yang Liming said mischievously, "If you say twice that I am a spoiled girl, I will let you go."

This daughter of the prefect was humiliated and indignant to be slapped in front of so many people. She immediately started cursing at Yang Liming while crying.

Only after being slapped a few more times did she finally realize that the situation was against her, and she cried out softly, "I am a spoiled girl, I am a spoiled girl." Seeing that she had given in, Yang Liming lost the will to argue with such a little girl.

He said, "Seeing how obedient you are, I will let you go this time." As

he spoke, he suddenly loosened his grip on Tao Wanying, causing her to fall flat on the ground. She cried out in pain as her bottom slammed into the ground, feeling both ashamed and angry, unable to speak. She pointed at Yang Liming

and said, "You, you ...

Tao Wanying stood up, one hand on her waist, the other on her bruised bottom. She ignored the servants on the ground and hurried away. She had really embarrassed herself today. She thought angrily, "You villain! I hope I never see you again. Otherwise, I'll have my father find someone to teach you a lesson!"

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Yang Liming saw Tao Wanying leave with teary eyes, seemingly quite badly injured.

Uh…did I go too far? Yang Liming scratched his head, but thinking about Tao Wanying's arrogant and domineering behavior just now, this punishment was quite satisfying. Didn't she see everyone around admiring her like a hero? Heh... He punished the unruly girl and gained everyone's admiration at the same time. Truly killing two birds with one stone, making a double impact... uh, that last phrase doesn't seem quite right, but who cares, as long as he's happy. Yang Liming, however, didn't notice that the people around him weren't admiring him at all; they were looking at him like he was crazy. This guy's got a death wish! How dare he bully the prefect's precious daughter like this on the prefect's own turf!

At this moment, the waiter approached Yang Liming and said obsequiously, "Young master, you haven't finished eating yet, have you? I'll bring you another table right away."

"Huh! Why is this waiter treating me? Not bad, not bad. This hotel is quite considerate, knowing I'd just had a bad day. They're even treating me; perhaps they were intimidated by my earlier display of prowess?" Yang Liming thought smugly.

The waiter changed his table, and Yang Liming sat down by the window, comfortably enjoying the 40-year-old sorghum liquor the hotel had served. Just as Yang Liming had drunk half a pot of liquor and eaten about half his fill, the burly men on the ground finally managed to get up. They looked at Yang Liming as if he were a plague carrier and hurriedly ran out of the hotel.

Yang Liming ignored those small fry. He didn't leave until he had almost finished eating.

But to his surprise, the waiter came back as soon as he lifted his foot, his face full of flattery, and said, "Young master, please don't leave yet. We're so sorry to have spoiled your mood. Please sit down and have another drink."

Seeing how attentive he was, Yang Liming couldn't bear to refuse his "kindness" and said, "Alright, since you put it that way, thank you very much, waiter. I'll stay and have another drink."

As he drank his wine, Yang Liming thought to himself, "This hotel is really too good. It really touches my heart!"

But what happened afterward made him lose his composure. Every time Yang Liming was about to leave, the waiter would appear out of nowhere and politely ask him to stay. Once or twice was fine. But…

“Bang!” Yang Liming kicked aside a chair in the hotel and pointed at the waiter in front of him, shouting, “Bullshit! What do you want? This is the ninth time already! Are you going to let me leave or not? I’m telling you, if you stop me again, don’t blame me for being rude!”

If it weren’t for the waiter’s seemingly kind intentions—treating him to meals and giving him massages—Yang Liming would have kicked him away long ago.

Just as Yang Liming was about to leave the hotel, the waiter suddenly knelt down in front of him, kowtowing repeatedly. He looked like he was about to cry, pleading, “My lord, I’ll call you grandpa, please don’t go! Wait a little longer!” “Damn it, you’re a lunatic.” Yang Liming completely dismissed him as a madman who had escaped from a mental hospital. He ignored him, walked past him, and headed for the hotel entrance. But the madman waiter who had escaped from the mental hospital seemed determined to keep him occupied. Tears and snot streaming down

her face, she rushed over and grabbed Yang Liming's trouser leg, refusing to let go. She mumbled incoherently, "Don't go! Our boss has already gone to inform them. Please stay a little longer."

Yang Liming didn't care what she meant by "information." Just as he was about to kick the madman away,

a commotion erupted in the street. Fifteen or sixteen constables in uniform, each with a large knife at their waist, stormed into the hotel lobby. The hotel guests scurried along the walls, trying to escape, while the hotel staff hid in fear.

The constables looked around and fixed their gaze on Yang Liming, now the only one left in the lobby.

One of the leading constables waved to a burly man in bright clothes behind him, saying, "Boss Zhu, is this the one who caused trouble in your hotel, daring to harass a respectable woman, the daughter of the prefect?" He pointed at Yang Liming.

The fat shopkeeper, Mr. Zhu, quickly stepped forward and called to the waiter on the ground, "Little Zhuo, why aren't you coming over? Quickly point out that audacious criminal to Constable Wu!"

The waiter, Little Zhuo, had perked up the moment he saw these people enter, completely unlike his earlier sorrowful expression as if he were about to part ways with Yang Liming! He jumped up and scurried over to Mr. Zhu and Constable Wu.

Gone was his earlier respect for Yang Liming; one hand on his hip, the other pointing at Yang Liming, he said to Constable Wu, "This is the thief! He was rude to the Prefect's daughter, Miss Tao. Under Mr. Zhu's wise leadership, I, Little Zhuo, used all the skills he taught me, and finally, as expected, delayed this villain here until the arrival of the great Constable Wu. I hereby hand him over to you, Constable Wu." As he spoke, he gestured to Mr. Zhu and Constable Wu, repeatedly demonstrating how hard he had worked and how brave he had been.

"Excellent, Boss Zhu, I will report your merits to the Prefect."

"Hehe, thank you so much, Officer Wu, thank you so much, Officer Wu!" The fat boss bowed repeatedly to the head constable. Then he said to the waiter, "Little Zhuo, you did a great job this time. I plan to double your salary." The waiter was overjoyed.

Yang Liming now understood what had happened! It turned out that the reason the hotel kept him and treated him so well was because they were afraid that after he left, the officials would come and not be able to find him, and would take their anger out on the hotel. They were keeping him to hand over to the officials. This not only resolved the crisis for their hotel, but also allowed them to establish a connection with the Prefect. It was truly killing two birds with one stone. This was different from Yang Liming, the imposter.

Yang Liming was now very angry. He had originally thought that his powerful display when he taught Tao Wanying a lesson had shocked everyone. It turned out that this was the reason. He had thought the hotel was being kind. He'd been so cocky all that.

All he felt was a few crows cawing overhead. The sky outside seemed to say, "You've been tricked."

He said to the constables and waiters opposite him in a dark voice, "You dare to trick this young master..."

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He said to the constables and waiters opposite him in a dark voice, "You dare to trick this young master!"

The waiter and Boss Zhu were startled by his dark expression. But remembering the dozen or so burly men with knives behind them, they mustered their courage.

Constable Wu looked up at Yang Liming and shouted, "You brat over there! Surrender immediately!" "

Damn it, I don't care about you guys, and you're still going at it! Go ahead and arrest me, you bunch of useless cowards! Besides sucking up to your superiors and bullying us ordinary folks, what else can you do? You've wasted the honorable title of 'police officer'!"

"How dare you! Do you even respect the law?" Although they didn't understand what the police officer meant, they could tell from his expression that he wasn't praising them. A constable who was very close to Yang Liming cursed and was about to slap him.

"Watch out!" The waiter knew how powerful Yang Liming was and couldn't help but warn the constable.

However, the constable was only interested in teaching Yang Liming a lesson and showing off in front of everyone, so he didn't care about the waiter's words.

He charged forward—looking for a beating.

"Pfft!" The other constables were shocked. They saw the young man casually flick his sleeve, and his arm swiftly touched the constable who was asking for a beating. They saw the constable vomit blood repeatedly. He flew back to them sideways, knocking one of his companions away, and didn't stop until he flew several meters further before falling from the air.

Seeing the dents and concavities on his chest, everyone knew that this guy was either dead or half-dead. Needless to say, his companions, implicated by him, were completely unconscious.

"Tear!" Seeing the power behind Yang Liming's casual strike, the constables, including their leader, Officer Wu, all gasped in shock. The waiter and the fat shopkeeper turned pale.

"This guy's tough, attack together!" Officer Wu was the first to react, shouting to boost morale, drawing his sword and charging towards Yang Liming.

The constables of Changde Prefecture, usually arrogant and domineering, had never been so humiliated. Seeing their leader attack, the others also drew their swords and rushed forward. They thought to themselves with a glimmer of hope, "He's still just one person, unarmed. If we all attack together, we can surely take him down!"

"Damn, tough, huh? Is this a constable or a bandit?" Yang Liming thought to himself, amused.

Seeing them recklessly charging towards him, he naturally wouldn't hold back. "Stepping with the Seven Stars of Quanzhen, unleashing the Ancient Tomb Beauty Fist, I quickly beat these bullies who only know how to rely on their power to the ground."

In situations of significant power disparity, unless there's an absolute numerical advantage, there's not much difference between one constable and a dozen.

Watching Yang Liming approach them step by step, the waiter and the shopkeeper, Mr. Zhu, immediately knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy, "Sir, we were wrong, we..."

Before they could finish speaking, Yang Liming slapped each of them. Just as he was about to teach them another lesson...

"Stop, sir!" A woman's voice rang out from the hotel entrance. Yang Liming turned around and saw a strange group of seven men and women with unusual appearances and attire walking in. The one who spoke was the woman on the right. Why? Because she was the only woman among the seven, and the only one who seemed relatively normal to Yang Liming. The leader was a blind man with a pointed face and tattered clothes, wielding a thick iron staff, and clearly had a fierce look on his face.

Beside him was a scholar-looking fellow, slovenly in appearance, waving a broken paper fan. Among the others, one had a large, bulbous nose. Another looked dazed, another looked like a shrewd merchant. And there was a seemingly simple-minded, somewhat dim-witted young man.

"My goodness, only that beautiful woman is normal among these guys. Such an obvious combination, could it be the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan and that silly boy Guo Jing? Looks like it." Yang Liming nodded secretly.

The blind man in the middle spoke. "Who are you? Committing violence in broad daylight!" He slammed his iron staff on the ground.

"Which eye of yours saw me commit violence? If you didn't see it, don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for defamation." Yang Liming was annoyed by the way the man immediately accused him. "I haven't offended you." When Yang Liming read *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, he didn't particularly like the Seven Immortals of Quanzhen, but he didn't hate them either. Qiu Chuji, though a bit reckless, was still a worthy hero. (Those old Taoist priests who bullied Xiaolongnu in *The Return of the Condor Heroes* don't count.) Ma Yu was even more likable.

But as for the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, aside from Han Xiaoying (due to her beauty), he couldn't find any reason not to dislike them. Therefore, he spoke rudely.

Upon hearing Yang Liming's words, Ke Zhen'e's anger flared instantly.

As the saying goes, don't expose someone's shortcomings, and Ke Zhen'e was blind. Yang Liming's words, "Which eye of yours saw me commit the crime? If you didn't see it, don't talk nonsense," were practically the same as calling him a blind man to his face.

He angrily pointed at Yang Liming, his voice trembling, "You—you—" Then, he raised his large iron staff and brought it down on Yang Liming.

As soon as Yang Liming uttered his words, he suddenly realized that his words seemed somewhat ambiguous, but he didn't bother to explain. He'd already insulted him; what did it matter? Who told him to be so rude to him?

Seeing Ke Zhen'e angrily attack this young man, he felt even more contempt for him. He wasn't afraid of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan. Back then, even with the Seven Heroes plus the Jiao Mu Monk, they could only barely manage a draw against Qiu Chuji.

Besides, now that Zhang Asheng was gone, only six remained. How could they possibly be taken seriously by Yang Liming, whose martial arts skills had surpassed Qiu Chuji's?

With a cold snort, he turned and dodged the iron staff in Ke Zhen'e's hand, circling to his left and unleashing a powerful palm strike towards his chest.

Ke Zhen'e groaned and staggered back several steps, his momentum carrying him to the ground, where he finally rolled helplessly.

Ke Zhen'e coughed incessantly, spitting out a mouthful of blood, unable to rise from the ground. In fact, Yang Liming had already held back; otherwise, if that palm strike had been aimed at Ke Zhen'e's heart, he wouldn't be alive today.

"Big Brother!" "Big Brother!!" Master! The other five heroes and Guo Jing hadn't even reacted before seeing their eldest brother (master) stagger back to the ground. They rushed forward to check on Ke Zhen'e's injuries. Guo Jing suddenly jumped out, angrily shouting, "Brother, you hurt my master! I must avenge him!"

Yang Liming rolled his eyes. This guy was indeed a bit stupid. Shouting about avenging his master, and calling me "big brother"? Unbelievable!

"Jing'er, come back quickly!" Han Xiaoying was the first to cry out anxiously. She now knew how terrifying this young man's martial arts were. She had initially thought he wasn't very skilled, given that he was only about the same age as Guo Jing. But even their eldest brother, the most skilled among them, couldn't last a single round against him. He was even stronger than Qiu Chuji, whom they, the seven siblings, had once considered a genius. Guo Jing is far inferior to Ke Zhen'e now; challenging him would be tantamount to suicide.

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Overlooked at this big, thick-browed, big-eyed, and incredibly lucky simpleton, Yang Liming was in a dilemma. Actually, Yang Liming quite liked this simpleton who was completely brainwashed by loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness. His saying, "The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people," had made Yang Liming admire him immensely when he was a child. Of course, admiration aside, he would never be that kind of person; knowingly doing the impossible was not his style. Now, to become enemies with this great hero from the original work was something Yang Liming was really unwilling to do. After all, he had stolen his wife from the original work, hadn't he? Now he was beating him up. Wouldn't that make him the villain?

No way, Yang Liming shook his head, "I'm determined to be a good guy." His eyes darted around. He clasped his hands in a respectful bow to Guo Jing and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, saying, "I was rude just now. When I saw you all come in, I assumed you were with the people on the ground. So I offended you all. But now, looking at you all more closely, you all have such upright faces, which is admirable. I was impetuous."

Everyone likes to hear kind words, especially the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, who value their reputation highly. After hearing his words, they all straightened their backs. "So we have the air of great heroes!"

The hostility in Guo Jing's eyes gradually faded. He was a straightforward person; even if someone treated him badly, he would still treat them well. Besides, Yang Liming was now apologizing to them with a sincere face. "Master doesn't seem to be seriously injured either."

Guo Jing scratched his head, unsure what to do.

The group of strange men, including Ke Zhen'e, were still unhappy, but their expressions had softened considerably; they no longer seemed ready to pounce on Yang Liming. They were proud of their chivalry and felt too embarrassed to confront Yang Liming now. Only Han Xiaoying gave him a cold, coquettish snort. "You injured my elder brother, do you think you can get away with it just because of a few words?"

Han Xiaoying was in her thirties, the prime of her life. Sixteen years living in the desert hadn't diminished her charm; instead, it had added to her mature allure. While she wasn't as beautiful or youthful as Huang Rong and the other women, Han Xiaoying's maturity and seasoned composure were something the other women couldn't match. When Zhang Asheng died, Han Xiaoying had promised to marry into the Zhang family and wait for him for life; since then, she had never been attracted to any other man. A young and beautiful woman, so devoted and loyal—what man in the world wouldn't respect her? Wouldn't he be moved? It's a pity that this woman, who toiled her whole life, didn't receive the reward she deserved, ultimately dying at the hands of Yang Kang and the Western Poison. It's truly pitiful and lamentable.

This woman doesn't appear often in the original book, and every time Yang Liming reads her descriptions, he feels her ending is too tragic. If, on Peach Blossom Island, it wasn't the ruthless Blind Ke who survived, but this beautiful Han Qixia, perhaps the ending would have been much better?

Yang Liming's dislike for the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan mainly stems from Ke Zhen'e. He especially dislikes his bullying of Yang Guo in *The Return of the Condor Heroes* and Huang Rong in the original *Legend of the Condor Heroes*.

But now that he's already vented his anger by striking him, there's no need to go against Guo Jing and Han Meiren.

Ignoring Han Xiaoying's coldness, he smiled and said, "Yes, yes, you're right, young lady. It was my oversight, of course I can't just let it go like this." He then took out the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill, a healing elixir from Peach Blossom Island that Huang Rong had left him when she left. He handed it to the bewildered Guo Jing, saying, "I have some healing medicine here, consider it an apology to everyone." Ke Zhen'e,

who had already recovered and stood up, slammed his iron staff down and said somewhat aggressively, "Hmph! You don't need to be like that. Your martial arts are so high, it was this old blind man who overestimated himself. But even if this old blind man is incompetent, he wouldn't let a complete stranger deliver medicine. I can only appreciate your kindness!"

Yang Liming rolled his eyes inwardly. What a presumptuous act! I never said it was for your sake, and your death wouldn't concern me.

If it weren't for Guo Jing and Han Xiaoying, I wouldn't even bother with you.

Since you don't want it, I don't want to give it to you either. Thinking this, he was about to put the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill away.

Unexpectedly, Han Xiaoying walked straight towards him, snatched the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill from his hand, and

glared at him with her beautiful eyes and a cold face, saying, "Fine, you gave it to me, if you don't want it, I'll take it." She then returned to Ke Zhen'e's side and handed him the medicine.

Yang Liming thought to himself, "Damn, why is this beauty acting like she's eaten gunpowder? Did I owe you something in my past life?"

At this moment, Ke Zhen'e, Zhu Cong, Han Baoju, and the others all looked at Han Xiaoying with strange expressions, who seemed quite different from usual. "Little sister, you..."

"Ah!" Looking at the surrounding gazes, Han Xiaoying's face flushed red. "What was wrong with me just now? Why did I inexplicably snatch that guy's thing? Why did I get so angry just looking at him? Oh right, it was the way he looked at me. Damn it, what kind of look was that? Pitiful, pitiful, and possessive all at once. I hate that look in your eyes. When did I, Han Xiaoying, become someone you don't even know?" Han Xiaoying quickly found the reason for her strange behavior in her mind.

"Hehehe. You are truly a woman of character, I admire you greatly." Yang Liming's words eased the awkwardness between Han Xiaoying and the others. Even the Six Heroes looked at him with more friendliness.

"Judging from your extraordinary demeanor, you are definitely not nobody. May I ask your names, so that I may make your acquaintance?"

Hearing Yang Liming's question, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan all perked up and introduced themselves. He was just short of striking a cool pose and shouting, "We are Team Rocket blasting off at high speed! (The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan) A bright future awaits us!"

Although he already knew their identities, Yang Liming still pretended to be shocked, saying with an expression of admiration, "Oh! So you are the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan who were famous throughout the martial arts world more than ten years ago. My apologies."

Ke Zhen'e looked smug, shaking his head and saying, "Famous throughout the martial arts world? I dare not accept such praise. May I ask who your master is... perhaps I do know him?" "

Damn, after a few words of praise, you're already acting like a senior in front of me. You've completely forgotten that I just defeated you in one move. Disgusting." Yang Liming

mentally slandered Ke Zhen'e.

Of course, Yang Liming wouldn't tell them who his cheap master was; even if he did, they wouldn't believe him... so he just made one up.

Then he "unintentionally" revealed that he had a father-in-law named Yang Tiexin, who used to have a brother named Guo Xiaotian, and that his brother had a wife named Li Ping.

As expected, Guo Jing, upon hearing this, was so excited that tears and snot streamed down his face. He hugged Yang Liming and

shouted "Big Brother!" He even insisted on becoming sworn brothers with him. Yang Liming readily accepted him as his second brother, thinking to himself with a smile, "Ah! Another shield. With Guo Jing's personality, if I ever need him, he'll definitely be the first to rush to my aid."

Yang Liming kicked the waiter lying on the ground to his feet and ordered him to bring a table of food and wine to entertain his newly sworn brother. After chatting with him for a while, he learned everything about his recent situation. After all, Guo Jing was the type who would tell you anything you asked!

Needless to say, this kid truly lived up to his status as the protagonist of the original story; his luck was simply unbeatable, even though he had now fallen from protagonist to supporting character. Originally, Yang Liming thought that without Huang Rong by his side from the original story, he would have been dead long ago, and it would have been impossible for him to learn any powerful martial arts. Unexpectedly, he still learned... The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

When he first returned to the Central Plains, he was knocked off a cliff because Huang Rong from the original story wasn't with him. Not only did he not die from the fall, but he also found a martial arts manual at the bottom of the cliff:

the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Upon hearing this, Yang Liming almost spat out the wine in his mouth. "The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, at the bottom of the cliff?"

Could it be the cliff that Qiao Feng and A Zi jumped off in the novel "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils"? Chapter 38: How come there's no penis? (Collection)

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. Dressed in dark black, he didn't stand out much under the crescent moon. Yang Liming moved like a mouse and a cat. He sneakily walked to the corner of the prefect's mansion wall. He jumped over the wall.

Yang Liming, who had just separated from Guo Jing and the others, was full of energy and couldn't sleep. He remembered being harassed by this so-called prefect this morning, which made him decide to take a small revenge.

"Hehehehe, today I, Yang Liming, the great hero, will rob the rich and help the poor." "Anyway, judging from the arrogant way your daughter and men act, you're probably not a good official either." In ancient times, you'd want to indulge

in the fantasy of being a chivalrous knight, right? Maybe you'll even get some good stuff. It was pitch black, the courtyard was still, and the number of guards wasn't as small as Yang Liming had imagined. Perhaps they were afraid of retaliation for their many misdeeds as officials. Yang Liming didn't have time to speculate. He

searched high and low, turning the room around for ages, but couldn't find a specific room. Yang Liming cursed inwardly, "Are ancient courtyards all built this big? Aren't they afraid of not being able to hold their pee in the toilet? They might even soil themselves!" He grabbed a guard hanging behind him, quickly silenced him by pressing his pressure point, and dragged him to a corner. He said viciously, "You have the right to remain silent now. What you say will be considered... Ugh! What am I saying! Anyway, you don't need to speak now. Just do as I say, and I'll spare your life!" After saying this, he grabbed the guard by the neck with one hand, explained that they were going to the prefect's bedroom, and forced him to lead the way.

The guard, perhaps used to assassinating officials like Yang Liming, didn't care. After all, how many assassins actually succeeded? Even if they did, it had nothing to do with him; it was the prefect who died anyway. He didn't refuse, sparing Yang Liming further pain, and obediently led the way as Yang Liming instructed.

The journey was uneventful, and the guard led Yang Liming to a very luxurious house. Having achieved his goal, Yang Liming, without a word, drew his sword and slammed it heavily into the guard's neck. The guard groaned and fell to the ground.

Throwing the guard behind the artificial hill against the wall, Yang Liming didn't immediately burst through the door. Instead, he stroked his chin, strolled around outside, and then leaped onto the roof to investigate. After coming down, he smiled slightly, seemingly having gained something, but was surprised to find the house empty. "Did they know I was coming today? Did they get intimidated by my domineering aura and dare not stay in their own homes?"

A thief should act like a thief. Yang Liming didn't rely on his superior martial arts skills to enter directly through the front door. Instead, he went to the window, about to use his internal force to break the inner latch, but

once everything was in place, he simply climbed in through the window. Yang Liming knocked and banged on every corner of the room, ransacking everything, picking up and putting down various items from the closets. "A secret room! A secret room! There must be a secret room here."

The floor inside the house was significantly smaller than the outside, clearly indicating a hidden level. Yang Liming had already discovered this while jumping up and down.

"Aha!...Found you!" Yang Liming touched a wall with a noticeable uneven area. He pressed it hard. Immediately, there was a creaking sound of a mechanism and the sound of a closet being moved aside, revealing an opening for someone to pass through.

"Hahaha, this secret chamber is really poorly made. If it were underground, I probably wouldn't have found it so easily. It seems this prefect is just as foolish as his daughter! I'm off to treasure hunt!"

The entrance to the secret chamber was constructed of jade-like stone, and the interior was extremely neat. Yang Liming took out a flashlight from his storage ring, bent down, and went inside.

He saw all sorts of treasures and weapons, gold and silver jewelry, antiques, and famous paintings. "Hmm, there's nothing particularly interesting here!" Seeing that the contents of the secret chamber were all these ordinary items, Yang Liming was a little disappointed. But with the thought that if you don't take it, you might as well take it, so he still put everything he could see into his storage ring. If that prefect saw that his treasure vault was now completely empty after I emptied it, he would probably vomit blood immediately, right? Yang Liming thought wickedly.

"A lecherous thief! Help! A lecherous thief! Miss has been arrested!" Not long after Yang Liming stepped out of the study, a terrified voice rang out. Judging from the voice, it must have been a maid.

Upon hearing the shout, Yang Liming immediately turned and ran outside in a panic—probably what they call a guilty conscience. However, he stopped shortly after.

He slapped his forehead. "Wait a minute, why am I running? She called for a lecherous thief, not a thief. Even if it were a thief, would I be afraid of a mere few dozen guards in this manor?" Only then did Yang Liming remember that he was a martial arts master.

"Hmm, could it be that someone else besides me visited the prefect's territory today? And Miss has been arrested? Could it be that unruly maid from this morning? Let's go see." Thinking this, Yang Liming ran towards the source of the voice. Sometimes, Yang Liming's curiosity was quite strong.

After running for a while, they saw a group of people chasing two young men in white carrying large cloth bags. The two men in white clearly possessed some light-footed skills; even carrying such large bags, they quickly outpaced the pursuing guards.

Yang Liming used his Ancient Tomb Light-Foot Technique, hanging far behind them. He quickly left the prefect's residence. Seeing that the guards were mostly out of reach and wouldn't pursue them anymore, he

suddenly accelerated, instantly blocking the way for the two young men in white.

Seeing the two men looking at him warily, Yang Liming coughed and, with an air of righteous indignation and domineering arrogance, said: "In broad daylight, you dare to abduct a woman? Do you have no respect for the law? I, Yang Liming, will severely punish you unjust scoundrels today!" He then puffed out his chest, ready to see the two men in white kneel and beg for mercy, radiating his domineering aura.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two men looking at him like he was an idiot, their eyes filled with disdain and mockery.

"Damn, what kind of looks are those? Haven't you ever seen a hero save a damsel in distress? It's perfectly normal for a chivalrous person like me to do this,"

Yang Liming said, clearly annoyed that his entrance had achieved its intended effect.

"How dare you! Get out of here right now and don't disturb the young masters' business. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite," one of the white-clad youths said in a clear, sweet voice.

"Huh! Why do your voices sound so strange? Are you some kind of psychopathic transvestites?" Yang Liming asked, looking at them with a mixture of curiosity and contempt.

"Clang!" "Hmph, you ignorant fools!" one of the white-clad youths shouted, drawing his sword and slashing at Yang Liming. Although they didn't understand the meaning of "psychopath" or "transvestite," they knew from Yang Liming's expression that he wasn't being kind.

"Hehe! Early stage of the Innate Realm, I wonder who's so foolish?" "The moment Yang Liming saw the two men, he had already assessed their strength, which is why he was so fearless. He activated his Innate Skill, and just as the sword tip was about to pierce his face, Yang Liming caught the white-robed youth's sword between two fingers, channeling his inner force into them and twisting it. With a clang, the white-robed youth's three-foot-long sword snapped in two, the youth letting out a cry and staggering back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His hand, which had been gripping the sword, was now split open and trembling violently.

Seeing his companion fall, the other youth also put down the large cloth bag on his back and attacked Yang Liming. But he too was defeated by Yang Liming in a single move." He retreated, suffering internal injuries. He collapsed to the ground.

After knocking down the two men, Yang Liming didn't immediately open the large cloth bag. Instead, he knelt down in front of the white-clad youth, who was in so much pain he couldn't speak. He patted the youth's body from left to right with his large hands, then squeezed his chest a few times. He said, "Such strong pectoral muscles. I was a little suspicious earlier, could you be...hehe," chuckling lewdly.

Yang Liming's expression suddenly turned righteous. "I hate lecherous thieves more than anything. If you encounter one, I'll use my groin-grabbing claw to punish him severely. Take this!" Yang Liming formed a claw shape with both hands and reached for the white-clad youth's crotch.

He touched it, feeling its softness. "Huh! How come there's no penis? That's really unexpected. I'm so sorry! " "Were you castrated before?"

With a "pfft," the white-clad youth—no, it should be said, the white-clad woman disguised as a man—who was being lewdly held beneath Yang Liming's crotch, could no longer bear his shamelessness. She spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

(A word from the author. When I first wrote chapters on Qidian, I wrote 74 chapters. 38 of them are currently uploaded to Cuiweiju, meaning I still have 36 chapters to upload. I will upload them all within the next week. After that, I will resume my update speed from when I was on Qidian. For those who have already read the first 74 chapters on Qidian, don't worry, you will see new chapters you haven't seen before in a week. I will also use this week to carefully plan the plot after Xiao Yang leaves Peach Blossom Island after chapter 74.)

Chapter 39: A Defiant Struggle (Seeking

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"It's boring, you can't even handle a little teasing," Yang Liming said carelessly when he saw the unconscious woman A.

Then he smiled and walked towards another woman B. He leered and said, "Hehehe... Little sister, why are you dressed as men? Now answer a few questions for me obediently, or I'll rape you."

However, this woman B was clearly different from the unconscious woman A. After hearing his words, her initially terrified expression transformed into one of utter lewdness. She automatically moved her injured body, slowly pressing herself against him, giggling, "Oh, sir, if you want it, I'll take it. Why force yourself on me? Seeing how powerful you are, I'd be more than happy to oblige." Damn

! How could she be so shameless? This isn't fun. I thought he would be like the unconscious woman A! What a waste of my expression. In an instant, his expression turned cold, and he said menacingly, "Jokes over. Now I'll ask you a few questions. Answer them properly, and I guarantee your safety. Otherwise, you'll experience the agony of wishing for death."

The woman B was completely bewildered. Hadn't she been catering to his needs? Why did he no longer want it? Although she thought this, seeing Yang Liming's murderous gaze, she still nodded fearfully.

"Who are you? Why are you dressed as men and acting like lecherous thieves?" the woman asked hastily. "We're collecting beautiful disciples for our young master." Beautiful disciples? Yang Liming frowned, puzzled. "Is your young master named Ouyang Ke?"

The woman was startled. "How did you know?"

Seeing that he had guessed correctly, Yang Liming glared at her and said, "Never mind how I know. Now I'll ask you one last question. How come you're different from her?" He pointed to the unconscious woman.

The woman blinked in confusion. "What's different? Young master, you're joking. Aren't we both women?"

"Damn it, that's not what I meant. I meant how lewd you are. She's much more virtuous than the righteous ones. She only needed a couple of flirtations before she fainted."

The woman blushed at his blunt words and stammered, "I... I was adopted by the young master's uncle when I was little. She was kidnapped by the young master a few days ago." "The young master lied to her, saying he had captured her parents, but those two old bastards had already been killed by the young master."

"Damn, this Ouyang Ke really has done all sorts of bad things! Just like his uncle. Only, compared to his uncle, who was actually his father, Ouyang Feng, he also has a lecherous habit, making him even more wicked.

" "Ah no, I don't believe it, you're talking nonsense. My parents are definitely not dead, right?" A miserable cry rang out.

Yang Liming turned around and saw that the unconscious woman A had woken up at some point, tears streaming down her face.

"Yes, yes, it's true, the young master told me himself when he was having fun. Who told you not to listen to the young master?" The woman B was startled by her appearance and said involuntarily.

After receiving a positive answer, the woman A shook her head helplessly, then spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted again.

Yang Liming looked at the woman A with pity, then suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange excitement in the eyes of the woman B.

"Something's not right," those three words flashed through Yang Liming's mind. A gust of wind, like a palm strike, suddenly came from behind. The internal force within that palm strike was no less than his own. If he had been caught off guard and struck by this sneak attack, he would likely be dead, if not dead.

But his body was too weak to turn around and react. "Ah... I don't want to die! It's too unfair to die like this!" I'm going to die, I'm going to die... I'm about to die! No, I don't want to die here! I want to live, I want to go to Peach Blossom Island alive, I want to go to the modern world with Rong'er and the others. No matter what, I have to live... I don't want to die! His mind screamed wildly, countless thoughts racing through his head, yet for some reason, the more he screamed inwardly, the calmer his mind became. "Boom!" He felt time slow down around him, and the internal energy in his dantian instantly began to circulate wildly. It forcefully opened the Ren meridian, one of the two meridians, until it reached the Du meridian before stopping. In this life-or-death moment, the long-stalled late-stage Acquired Realm finally broke through to the Great Perfection of Acquired Realm. Instinctively, he concentrated all his internal energy in his back, enduring the attacker's blow head-on.

"Pfft!" Blood spurted from his mouth as Yang Liming flew violently forward.

Although he suffered serious internal injuries, he was overjoyed. If it weren't for his sudden, unbelievable breakthrough to his previous realm, increasing his internal energy circulation several times faster, he probably wouldn't have had time to channel his energy to his back to defend himself before being struck by the palm. He would have been truly dead. He

quickly got to his feet and looked back. He saw that the person who had ambushed him was dressed in white, with a light fur coat and loose belt, and a very dashing demeanor. He appeared to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with slanted eyes, a handsome face, and an imposing air. His attire made him look like a wealthy prince.

"Ouyang Ke!" Upon seeing his appearance, Yang Liming immediately recognized him. Remembering how he had almost been killed by this ambush, he said fiercely,

"Insolence! How dare you address my young master by his name!" "The woman, upon seeing her master arrive, immediately perked up. All trace of the docile demeanor she had shown before Yang Liming was gone!

'What's there to be afraid of? A name is given to be called, not used as a mere fart. Besides, he's your young master, not mine.' 'You...you...you...' The woman was speechless for a moment, utterly refuted.

Ouyang Ke looked at Yang Liming, who, despite his full-force attack, could still stand and speak loudly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He waved his hand, signaling the woman to shut up, and chuckled lightly, fanning himself. He dared not act rashly. Although Yang Liming was clearly injured internally, the fact that he had ambushed him and survived meant his skill was undoubtedly far superior. This made him very cautious. He turned his gaze to Yang Liming and politely asked, 'I saw my subordinate being subdued by you, sir. In a moment of panic, I attacked you. I am truly sorry. But we have never met before, how did you recognize me at a glance?'" "

Actually, he was wary of Yang Liming. And Yang Liming was just as wary of him. Although he had broken through to the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm, he still had considerable injuries. If he were to fight Ouyang Ke now, he might not gain any advantage. But for Yang Liming to swallow this insult was incredibly frustrating. He put a few pills of internal injury medicine conjured by Xiaobai and the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill left for him by Huang Rong into his mouth. Feeling his strength rapidly recovering, he felt more confident and spoke sarcastically.

"Heh... Who in the martial world doesn't know that you, Ouyang Ke, are a womanizer, lewd, and wicked, who likes to wear androgynous white clothes? And you like to constantly collect women to be a lecherous thief.

I heard about your many misdeeds as soon as I entered the martial world; your name is legendary! And with your appearance, plus that pale face that makes people want to vomit, I think you're the only one in the entire martial world who doesn't recognize you!"

Since a fight was inevitable anyway, he might as well vent his anger by insulting him a few times before it started.

"You! How dare you insult me like this? Are you really courting death?!" Ouyang Ke's lips turned purple with rage, and his hands and feet trembled. He considered himself dashing and unparalleled, but he never expected to be spoken to so disgracefully today. How could he swallow this insult? He had been wary of Yang Liming earlier because Yang Liming had bullied his maid, not him personally. There was no need to fight Yang Liming, whose strength was unknown. But now...

Ouyang Ke suppressed his anger and maintained a semblance of composure. As he spoke, he swung his arm to attack, his hand like a soft whip, resembling a serpent—the Serpent Fist of White Camel Mountain.

This fist technique was quite powerful. His arm was boneless like a serpent, changing direction at will. Even when a punch was thrown straight, it would suddenly twist and turn to attack again. Yang Liming was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of attack, after all, he had only learned the technique for three months. However, Ouyang Ke's internal strength was clearly far inferior to Yang Liming's, and Yang Liming knew his own advantage. Therefore, after suppressing his internal injuries with only 30% of his power, he met Ouyang Ke's punch head-on, regardless of whether the opponent's moves were feints or real attacks. Ouyang Ke, unable to dodge due to his slower speed, had no choice but to exchange a full-force punch with Yang Liming. Their internal energies clashed against each other's bodies. "Clap, clap!" After exchanging punches, Yang Liming and Ouyang Ke returned to their original positions.

Without thinking, Ouyang Ke grabbed the woman closest to him and ran away using his lightness skill.

"Young Master, why did you let him go?" The second woman, seemingly oblivious, asked Ouyang Ke, who was holding him.

"Hmph, do I need you to teach me how to do things?" Ouyang Ke roared angrily at the white-robed servant.

"This subordinate wouldn't dare." Seeing Ouyang Ke's expression, the second woman quickly lowered her head and admitted her mistake.

Seeing that Yang Liming didn't chase after them, Ouyang Ke released the second woman. He coughed up the blood he had been desperately holding back.

Seeing this, and Ouyang Ke's pale face, the second woman suddenly realized with extreme horror that it wasn't that her master wanted to let Yang Liming go, but that he was simply powerless to do so. If they continued to entangle themselves, they might both lose their lives there...

Yang Liming watched Ouyang Ke leave, his heart finally relaxing. He could no longer suppress his internal injuries and collapsed onto the ground, unwilling to get up for a long time.

Wasn't he just like Ouyang Ke, stubbornly holding on like a dead duck?

(((Collect, collect. Recommend. Thank you!)) (Regarding why the protagonist didn't use a rocket launcher to blast Ouyang Ke, the explanation from the netizens is that although the protagonist once used a rocket launcher to kill Lingzhi Shangren, who was only slightly weaker than Ouyang Ke, that was because Lingzhi Shangren was an idiot and actually took the rocket launcher head-on instead of avoiding it. In fact, with his level one strength, he could have completely avoided being hit by the rocket launcher head-on. A rocket launcher that can't hit the enemy is less useful than the protagonist's own martial arts.)

Chapter 40 Miss Tao

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After stuffing another handful of healing medicine into his mouth, Yang Liming sat cross-legged. He closed his eyes and slowly circulated his internal energy to refine the effects of the medicine.

About half an hour later, feeling that his internal injuries were about 70-80% healed, Yang Liming exhaled deeply and woke up.

"Ugh, let me out, let me out. Which dog servant dares to treat this young lady like this? Don't you want to live?" Not far from Yang Liming, a large cloth bag rolled around, and the voice of Tao Wanying, the young lady of the prefect, came from inside. She was still as willful as ever. She seemed completely unaware that without Yang Liming, she would have become someone's lamb in their stomach.

Yang Liming smiled. Sure enough, it was that unruly girl. It seemed she had woken up; he and she were truly destined for each other. He could even play the Robin Hood, rescuing a damsel in distress.

"Alright, stop arguing. I'll let you out now." Hearing Yang Liming's voice, Tao Wanying in the large sack was silent for a moment, then immediately screamed repeatedly. She vividly remembered the voice of Yang Liming, the scoundrel who had bullied her during the day. An hour ago, she was still gritting her teeth, thinking about how to get revenge on him. Should she have her cramps pulled or be skinned alive?

"You bad guy! You—you—why did you grab me? You really are a lecher! Help! Help!"

"Shut up! If you keep making noise, I'll leave you in there forever!" Annoyed by her roars, which still exceeded 500 decibels inside the sack, Yang Liming yelled at her.

Despite being forcefully suppressed by Yang Liming, Tao Wanying was quite pragmatic. She immediately covered her mouth tightly inside the large cloth bag. She didn't want to stay there a moment longer.

Yang Liming placed his hands on the large bag, feeling two soft mounds. He involuntarily squeezed them. "Huh! What's this? Never mind, I'll release this girl first." With a burst of internal energy, the large bag split in two with a hiss. As soon as

Tao Wanying emerged, she glared fiercely at Yang Liming with her beautiful eyes, her gaze filled with unspeakable bitterness and hatred. Then she immediately became restless, punching and kicking Yang Liming as if she wanted to fight him to the death.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? What's wrong with you?" Yang Liming grabbed her two small fists and said.

Miss Tao Wanying struggled, but unable to shake off Yang Liming, she blushed and glared at him, saying, "You bad man, how dare you grab me there!" Hearing this, Yang Liming remembered the two soft mounds of flesh, and glanced again at the girl's budding full breasts. He understood why she had attacked him for no reason.

He quickly pressed Tao Wanying's pressure points; he didn't want this little wildcat jumping on him and causing trouble. "You're really unreasonable, girl. This great hero risked his life to rescue you from a lecherous thief. I accidentally touched your chest, what's the big deal? It wasn't intentional. I'll let you touch me back then." Yang Liming puffed out his chest at Tao Wanying.

"You shameless scoundrel! You're clearly a lecherous thief! You're the one who grabbed me!" Tao Wanying immediately retorted, her tone implying contempt.

"Damn it, I'm the hero who saved you, when did I become a lecher?"

"You are the lecher! You're the one who dragged me here while I was sleeping!" "I'm not!" "You are!" "I'm not!"...

The two argued endlessly about whether Yang Liming was a hero or a lecher.

After arguing for a long time, they stared at each other. Suddenly, Yang Liming smiled strangely and said, "Forget it! Why would I argue with a little girl like you about this? Lecher is lecher. Say what you want." Tao Wanying thought she had won and intimidated Yang Liming, her little face puffed up with smug satisfaction. She raised her chin and snorted, "You know it."

"Hehehe, since you think I'm a lecher, then I'll show you what a lecher I am." With that, he bent down and picked her up, took a few steps to the side, and threw her onto the grass.

Tao Wanying screamed in shock, "You... what do you want to do?!" "The voice was filled with unbelievable fear. Yang Liming chuckled again, "It's dark and windy now, you and I are alone on this remote mountain peak, and I'm a lecherous thief, what else do you think I could do? Hahaha!"

"Ah! No! Help! Rape!" Tao Wanying clearly thought of that possibility. Yang Liming looked at her screaming and found it amusing. This girl was really oblivious, only realizing her situation now. He continued, "Little beauty, just scream, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will pay attention to you, just give in to me." Hehe, he had long wanted to use this line like the villains on TV, it felt really good.

"Waaah, Daddy, Mommy!" Tao Wanying was frightened by Yang Liming's lewd appearance and cried. She kept calling for her parents.

Yang Liming saw how pitiful she was crying, no longer the spoiled brat he used to be. He felt he had had enough fun. He said boredly, "What are you thinking, little girl?" Why is my mind filled with those kinds of thoughts? I'm not interested in you anymore. Your pressure points will automatically release in ten minutes. Enjoy the beautiful night here. I'm leaving now, don't miss me! He turned to leave, but true to his nature, he couldn't let a good deal slip by. He had to take something. He quickly kissed Tao Wanying's lips. Then he really picked up the woman on the ground and left.

"Bastard! Lecher! You big bastard! I'd rather die than miss you! I won't let you get away with this!" Knowing she wouldn't lose her virginity, Tao Wanying returned to her original appearance and stopped crying. Her voice was so powerful that Yang Liming, hundreds of meters away, almost tripped. Then, remembering what had just happened, her face flushed. In her heart, she added Yang Liming to her absolute blacklist.

Back at the inn, Yang Liming placed the woman he was carrying on the bed. He fed her the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill, treated the crack on her forearm, and then sat down to use his internal energy to speed up her recovery.

A moment later, Woman A woke up. Seeing herself in bed with a man beside her, she grabbed a pair of scissors from her bosom and lunged at Yang Liming's neck. Unexpectedly, a large hand firmly grabbed her arm and knocked the scissors away. "What are you doing? I went through so much trouble to rescue you from Ouyang Ke's clutches and heal your wounds. How can you repay kindness with enmity?" Yang Liming had noticed the woman when she woke up. Seeing her about to harm him, he couldn't just sit there dumbly. The woman froze for a moment, then angrily retorted, "Who asked you, you lecherous thief, to save me?" Yang Liming knew immediately that the girl was still holding a grudge against his earlier harassment. "Hey, I thought you were one of Ouyang Ke's wicked women, that's why I treated you like that. It wasn't intentional," Yang Liming said righteously, shifting all the blame onto Ouyang Ke—he had plenty of debts to settle. Hearing this, the woman's eyes, though still angry, softened somewhat. Suddenly, something seemed to happen. She shook her head miserably: "My parents were killed by Ouyang Ke, why are you still saving me?"

"Waaah, let me go! Why did you save me? Who asked you to save me and take me away from Ouyang Ke? I want to go back!" The woman suddenly struggled. "Damn it, am I wrong to save you?" Yang Liming was annoyed. But seeing her miserable state, he decided to let it go for now.

"What? Are you crazy? You know your parents are dead, why would you go back and be humiliated by them?"

"I want to go back and take revenge." The woman said firmly.

"You..." Yang Liming released her hand and looked at her suspiciously. With her meager martial arts skills, she still wanted to take revenge? Don't be ridiculous.

Seeing Yang Liming's expression, the woman seemed to know that she was dreaming. Since she couldn't take revenge, she would go see her father and mother.

She then grabbed a dagger from her bosom and slashed her own neck.

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