Chapter 11: We Are Neighbors Who Can

Backlash.

I can only say it’s the backlash from eating meal replacements.

Gu Qing watched Yang Guo faint, laughed aloud, then used Golden Goose Technique to drift to his side, pulled him from Lu Wushuang’s arms, and pinched his philtrum.

“Auntie…”

Yang Guo slowly regained consciousness, saw Xiaolongnu standing beside Gu Qing, was startled, and fainted again.

What a champion of fainting.

“Let him rest properly.”

Seeing this, Gu Qing stopped pinching and said, “He’s been frightened—brew him some medicine; otherwise, when he wakes, he may fall seriously ill.”

Excessive stimulation can make the body sick; Yang Guo needs quiet rest.

“What’s wrong with Guo’er?”

Xiaolongnu asked anxiously.

“He thought we had an affair and got jealous.”

Gu Qing said.

Hearing this, Xiaolongnu’s jade face flushed red, drawing Lu Wushuang’s gaze, who kept glancing between Gu Qing, Xiaolongnu, and Yang Guo.

Lu Wushuang couldn’t make sense of this romantic thread.

“Go brew the medicine; I’ll watch over him.”

Gu Qing moved Yang Guo into the inn’s room, laid him on the bed, and casually instructed Xiaolongnu and Lu Wushuang.

While Yang Guo lay unconscious, Gu Qing was about to receive a boost.

Recently, apart from reserving some Virtue Points for healing, Gu Qing had been hoarding them; after helping Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu unravel the mystery of the Jade Maiden Swordplay, he finally had enough and added them to his internal energy.

In the Golden System world, strong internal energy meant comprehensive strength—even at its peak, it could extend lifespan; after converting these points into internal energy, Gu Qing felt a new stream of power surge within him, and as he adjusted his breath, his internal energy naturally flowed, releasing faint white vapor from every pore.

“Two more boosts, and my internal energy will catch up to Qiu Chuji.”

Gu Qing sensed his internal energy; each enhancement required time to adapt—he had always done so before, and now he was not impatient.

“Guo’er, from now on, you must learn to take care of yourself; your auntie is about to get married.”

Yang Guo jolted awake from a nightmare, saw a hazy white figure before him, lunged forward, and buried himself in it, wailing uncontrollably.

“Auntie, don’t leave me…”

Yang Guo was deeply sorrowful—he lost his father as a child, his mother in infancy, endured Huang Rong’s peculiar treatment on Peach Blossom Island, found no good master at Quanzhen, and only after joining Xiaolongnu did he finally enjoy a few good years.

Yang Guo had never considered marrying Xiaolongnu.

Mostly because he felt unworthy; in his heart, he revered her as a fairy, as a senior, never daring to overstep even slightly—only when teasing Lu Wushuang did he dare secretly imagine how lovely she’d look if she acted that way.

But just now, he had seen Xiaolongnu before Gu Qing, her expression tender and playful, her sword intent lingering like silk—his heart trembled with fear of loss, and in his unconscious state, nightmares plagued him; upon waking, he flung himself into her arms and wept bitterly.

“Big Brother Yang, Big Brother Yang…”

Lu Wushuang hugged Yang Guo, whispering comfort: “Your auntie hasn’t left, your auntie hasn’t left.”

Soothed by Lu Wushuang’s words, Yang Guo gradually calmed, raised his head, and saw her eyes also misty with tears—clearly grieving for him.

Yang Guo was used to loneliness; Xiaolongnu never smiled in front of him—suddenly seeing Lu Wushuang weep for him warmed his heart.

“Where’s Auntie?”

Yang Guo looked around anxiously, saw Gu Qing leaning against the windowsill, but Xiaolongnu was nowhere to be seen.

“Your auntie is brewing medicine for you.”

Gu Qing leaned back in his chair, looked at Yang Guo, and said calmly: “Under fear and distress, people easily fall ill; drinking medicine to soothe the spirit will help.”

Auntie still cares for me…

At this moment, Yang Guo finally focused on Gu Qing, noticing he was young, yet carried an air of ease Yang Guo himself lacked.

Yang Guo was sensitive and emotional, yet passionate and unrestrained; now, seeing Gu Qing, he recognized him as a true hero of the age, and spoke up: “I see you use Quanzhen Swordplay—are you from Quanzhen Sect?”

Gu Qing raised an eyebrow, smiled, and said: “You want to know my background, but you’re not sincere enough—I won’t tell you.”

“Please!”

Yang Guo set aside other thoughts and pleaded earnestly.

Yang Guo had never imagined Xiaolongnu would marry; now a stranger had appeared, flirting with her—he had to know who this man was… Yet thinking of it, he felt deep sorrow; having left the Ancient Tomb and entered this dazzling world, his natural charm and suppressed youthful spirit had once run wild—but now, he felt he had matured.

The system responded, and Gu Qing smiled.

“You left Quanzhen early; I joined late—we’re neighbors who can’t pay respects to each other!”

Gu Qing said cheerfully, earning a bit of Virtue Points.

“How did you meet my auntie?”

Yang Guo asked again.

Yang Guo had no idea Gu Qing knew Xiaolongnu…

That incident had been too painful for Xiaolongnu to mention, so she skipped over it.

“You left early that day; I arrived late—we never met.”

Gu Qing said—it was another case of neighbors who couldn’t pay respects.

After hearing this, Yang Guo asked: “How do you know the Ancient Tomb’s Jade Maiden Swordplay?”

Yang Guo had extraordinary martial talent; he recalled how Gu Qing and Xiaolongnu had combined their swords—Xiaolongnu would strike first, then Gu Qing would follow perfectly; this meant Gu Qing must fully understand the Jade Maiden Sword’s patterns.

You left the Ancient Tomb early; I infiltrated late—we’re neighbors who can’t pay respects…

Gu Qing was about to speak when he heard noise downstairs; someone rushed up, shoved open the door and window, and saw Gu Qing, Yang Guo, and Lu Wushuang inside.

“Yang Guo, you…”

The man hadn’t finished speaking when he saw Gu Qing seated beside them.

“Disciple Gu, you’re here too…”

Shen Zhifan recognized Gu Qing, his voice tinged with fear; everyone in Quanzhen knew Gu Qing was powerful and ruthless; now that Gu Qing was here, Yang Guo and the others were clearly captured.

“The deaths of Zhen Zhibing and Zhao Zhijing seem more complicated—they have little to do with Yang and Long.”

Gu Qing looked at Shen Zhifan and said: “From now on, Quanzhen should stop pursuing them.”

Zhen Zhibing and Zhao Zhijing are dead?

Is Quanzhen hunting us?

Yang Guo knew nothing of this—but he could say one thing: Zhao Zhijing deserved to die.

“Disciple Gu, since you’ve already captured them, we won’t pursue them further.”

Shen Zhifan sighed, looked at Gu Qing, and warned: “But Disciple Gu, be careful—recently, a hero named Shi Hao has come to Shangluo; he killed members of the Golden Clan, and many Mongol masters have come here seeking his head.”

(End of Chapter)