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Yang Kang thought that Guo Jing and the so-called heroes present were a bunch of fools—Huang Rong was smart, but unfortunately married a stupid husband, and her way of thinking had been assimilated by her foolish husband. King of the Golden Wheel was their enemy; why talk about chivalry with an enemy? They should just surround and eliminate him! What happened instead? Not only did they let him act arrogantly on their own territory, but they almost kidnapped his daughter, causing his wife to nearly give birth prematurely!
Guo Jing was stunned by Yang Kang, mumbling and unsure how to refute. Huang Rong, unable to bear seeing her husband at a loss, stepped forward with a charming smile and said, “Yang Brother, you are mistaken! Our Song Dynasty is a land of propriety, and Jing Gege is a hero; he would never do something as despicable as bullying the weak. A true hero should act with integrity; how can one use underhanded means against an enemy?”
Yang Kang sneered, “You two are well-versed in military strategy; you should know the principle that ‘all's fair in war,’ right? In battle, as long as you can defeat your opponent, it doesn’t matter what means you use!”
Guo Jing replied, “But this isn’t a battlefield!”
Yang Kang countered, “That statement is also wrong! Mongolia against Song Dynasty—you and Huang Gang Master convened this Hero Conference precisely because you heard that Mongolia was going to attack Song Dynasty, right? So where is this not a battlefield? Guo Jing, being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to your own people. In this hall, aside from a few people, who could possibly be a match for King of the Golden Wheel? If we let him live, those here would have no chance of survival if they encountered him!”
Despite Huang Rong's eloquence, she was left speechless and even internally agreed with Yang Kang, feeling that Guo Jing was being too rigid.
“Jing Gege, Yang Brother must be treated with respect. Mongolia is our sworn enemy; although ‘in war between two nations, one does not kill envoys,’ King of the Golden Wheel has come to cause chaos; killing him would be a great relief!”
“Huang Gang Master is right!” The crowd of heroes echoed in agreement. They were already dissatisfied with the Mongolian forces flaunting their power on their territory, and soon someone shouted: “Kill Huo Du! Kill the Mongolians!”
Just waking up, Huo Du, hearing the crowd's shouts, turned pale with fear and urged his subordinates to help him escape quickly. Unfortunately, surrounded by heroes of the martial world, could they really escape? Huo Du and his men were completely wiped out. In the final moments, Bai Tang secretly rescued Dalba. Simple-minded and not very bright, Dalba followed whatever his Master said. Now that King of the Golden Wheel was dead, he didn’t know what to do. Bai Tang persuaded him to obediently return to Tibet, where he devoted himself to martial arts training and studying Buddhist scriptures in a monastery, never leaving again. He ultimately became one of the most respected monks in the Tibet region.
After dealing with the Mongolians, cheers erupted among the heroes. The banquet at Lu Family Village was reopened with renewed vigor. Having suffered countless grievances and humiliations throughout his life, today was finally a moment for Yang Guo to stand tall and achieve great merit for the Central Plains Martial Arts World. Everyone looked at him with newfound respect, and he felt an extraordinary sense of pride. Seeing this side of Yang Guo, Huang Rong smiled at Yang Kang: “Yang Brother, you have a good son!”
Yang Kang smiled back: “He has worked hard himself!”
With an elegant demeanor that captivated her attention, Huang Rong sighed inwardly at how fortunate Yang Kang was to become a disciple of an immortal. Initially skeptical when she learned from Yang Tiexin that Yang Kang was an immortal cultivator, she later believed it after hearing about his extraordinary identity from Huang Yaoshi. Unable to help but feel envious of his good fortune now that she saw his youthful appearance unchanged over decades, she touched her own slightly wrinkled eyes with jealousy.
Guo Jing called out: “Fu'er, come here.” Turning around, Guo Fu saw her father sitting at a table smiling and waving at her. She approached and called out: “Dad! Mom!” leaning against Huang Rong.
Guo Jing smiled at Yang Kang: “Uncle Yang and my father arranged our marriage when we were young; unfortunately, both of us are men and cannot fulfill that promise. Now it’s good; you have a son and I have a daughter; why don’t we continue this promise and become in-laws?”
Guo Fu, already blushing furiously, hid her face in her mother’s embrace. With how impressive Yang Guo had been today combined with his handsome appearance, how could any girl at this age not be attracted?
Yang Guo wanted to refuse upon hearing this, but Yang Kang pulled him over and conveniently pressed on his mute acupoint.
Yang Kang showed an embarrassed expression: “Brother Guo, you’re late. I’ve already arranged a marriage for Guo'er!”
“What?” Both Guo Jing and Huang Rong were taken aback.
“Guo'er is engaged? When did this happen?” Guo Jing asked.
“Not long after Guo'er was born!” Yang Kang replied.
Huang Rong pointed out the flaw in his words: “Didn’t you leave home early? How would you know that Sister Mu gave birth to a son and even arranged a marriage for him?”
Yang Kang smiled and said, “You should know my identity. Even if I leave, I can find out about anything.”
Guo Jing: “Are you really a deity?”
Yang Kang: “I am on my way to becoming one.”
Guo Jing and Huang Rong: “…”
Guo Jing regretted not being able to form a connection with the Yang Family, while Huang Rong noticed her daughter’s unusual emotions. She hugged her tightly, gently patting her back to comfort her, keeping an eye on her so that this willful and reckless daughter wouldn’t say anything offensive. Yang Guo now had a formidable father, no longer the orphan she could bully before.
Concerned for his Nephew, Guo Jing asked, “Yang Xian-di, do you know which family Guo'er’s fiancée comes from?”
Yang Kang laughed and said, “You’ve seen her; it’s Dragon Girl!”
Huang Rong: “But Guo'er calls Dragon Girl ‘aunt’ and also considers her his Master. Isn’t that incestuous?”
Yang Kang: "'Aunt' is just a title; Guo'er hasn't formally taken Dragon Girl as a master. Their connection is fate. When I passed by Zhongnan Mountain, I went to pay respects to Lin Chaoying Senior and saved a girl who had been abandoned in the mountains. As a man, I couldn't take care of her, so I entrusted her to Lin Female Hero, the leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect at that time. The girl was very cute, and I felt a connection with her, sensing the continuation of my bloodline, so I arranged a marriage between the two children. I never expected that thirteen years later, Guo'er would coincidentally enter the ancient tomb and develop feelings for Dragon Girl. That must be their fate!"
Yang Guo was speechless (￣□￣) ╰(*°▽°*)╯?(^?^*)! He admired his father immensely! What a smooth talker! Even more so than he had ever been as a former delinquent! No wonder he was his father!
Yang Guo tugged at his father's sleeve and gestured that he wanted to speak.
Yang Kang chuckled and released his son's mute seal; he had already paved the way for him, and now it was up to his son to take it from there!
Yang Guo stood up, bowed deeply to Guo Jing and Huang Rong, saying, "Uncle Guo, Auntie Guo, I can never repay your kindness in raising me. However, I am unworthy of your daughter."
He looked at Dragon Girl, his face filled with tenderness and joy, deeply affectionate: "I have mutual feelings with my aunt; besides her, I will not want any other woman!"
Upon hearing this, Dragon Girl felt delighted; her face blossomed like a flower: "Guo'er, from now on, I will always be with you. If you don’t want to stay in the ancient tomb, I'll follow you wherever you go until you get tired!"
Yang Guo took Dragon Girl's hand: "Alright, auntie, I'll take you to the mountains to pick snow lotus flowers, to Mount Tai to watch the sunrise, to the seaside to see the vast ocean... Once we've seen all the sights, we'll return to the ancient tomb and grow old together there."
Listening to their conversation, Huang Rong couldn't help but feel jealous. After marrying Guo Jing, he was always thinking about the nation and its people; he hadn't even watched a sunrise with her once. Compared to Yang Guo's romantic attentiveness, it felt like heaven and earth. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of dissatisfaction toward Guo Jing.
Yang Kang laughed heartily: "Good son, you've really forgotten your father after getting a wife? But I don't expect you to honor me anymore!"
Yang Guo looked embarrassed: "Dad, come join us! My aunt and I will honor you together!"
"Forget it; we're not on the same path!" Yang Kang waved his hand. "By the way, given your current relationship with Dragon Girl, you can't call her 'aunt' anymore; change how you address her!"
"I'm used to it!" Yang Guo scratched the back of his head. "Dad, what should we call each other?"
"Whatever you want; she's your wife now!" Yang Kang huffed.
Yang Guo "It's nice to hear 'wife.' How about calling you 'wife'?"
Yang Guo had just opened his mouth when Dragon Girl spoke up: “Master used to call me ‘Long Er,’ Guo'er, you can call me ‘Long Er’ too!”
Yang Guo pouted: “Alright! Long Er!”
“Disgusting!” Yang Kang muttered, turning to Guo Jing and Huang Rong, “You two, the Hero Conference isn’t over yet. Let’s handle official business first! Let the kids take care of their own matters!”
“Oh, right, official business!” Guo Jing, easily distracted by Yang Kang, was pulled back to reality. Huang Rong shot a glance at Yang Kang, remained silent, and quietly comforted her daughter.
The Hero Conference continued, and eventually, Hong Qigong was elected as the leader of the martial arts world, with Guo Jing as the deputy leader to manage affairs on behalf of Hong Qigong. After the conference, the heroes would gather in Xiangyang City to resist the Mongolian Cavalry together.
Yang Guo and Dragon Girl sat side by side under a poplar tree in the garden. The night was deep; having reunited after a long separation, they distanced themselves from the chaos and completely forgot about past conflicts. At this moment, life felt incredibly beautiful; their past seemed wasted, and there was no need to worry about the future. They shared a deep connection without exchanging words, leaning against the tree trunk and gradually feeling sleepy, eventually drifting off into a deep slumber...
Seeing this beautiful scene, Yang Kang sighed and turned to walk towards the bedroom of Guo Jing and Huang Rong. As they were preparing to rest, they found it strange to hear a knock on the door at such a late hour.
“Yang Xian-di, what brings you here so late?”
“Guo Jing, I’m leaving. Before I go, there are some things I need to say!”
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