Xiangyang City

"Second Brother, I'm hungry," Zhang Jing said, rubbing her belly and acting spoiled.

On a large, date-red horse, Zhang Jing turned her head and pouted at Fang Xuan. Her cute face was a little red from the cold wind, but it was full of smiles.

Zhang Jing had been far from Zhang Family Fortress when she woke up from her coma. Fang Xuan looked exactly like Zhang Qing, so Zhang Jing mistook him for her second brother.

There were no living things left in Zhang Family Fortress. Fang Xuan had promised Zhang Qing that he would let her youngest sister live. Since he had promised, he had to fulfill it. Moreover, this was the last request of his other self, so agreeing to him was agreeing to himself.

Originally, Fang Xuan had only wanted to find a family to adopt Zhang Jing, but when he encountered a group of beggars, he unintentionally heard a few familiar names.

Clan Leader Huang Rong, Great Hero Guo Jing...

The Return of the Condor Heroes!

Knowing that this world was The Return of the Condor Heroes, Fang Xuan was both expectant and disappointed.

What he was expectant about was naturally being able to see the characters he liked most when he was a child. What he was disappointed about was that it seemed there was really nothing to gain from this world.

Compared to the Magic Sword Life and Death Chess world, the martial power of The Return of the Condor Heroes world was even weaker, not to mention finding any methods for spiritual cultivation.

Even the Nine Yin Manual, which was the general outline of martial arts in the world, only had methods for using spiritual power like the Soul-Shattering Technique, but no methods for cultivation.

"At worst, I'll just find a few more Small Worlds and kill my other selves, using my foundation to forcefully push through the realms," Fang Xuan said softly.

"Second Brother, what are you saying?"

"Nothing. Are you cold?" Fang Xuan looked down at the little person in his arms and said with a smile.

Zhang Jing shifted a few times, finding a more comfortable position to lean against Fang Xuan's chest. She said, "Second Brother's body is warm, like a stove. It's not cold at all."

Fang Xuan also laughed heartily. In the Body Tempering Realm of the Eternal Life world, one cultivated vital energy and blood. The vital energy and blood throughout the body boiled, making one immune to cold and heat. If fully circulated, it would be even hotter than fire.

"Second Brother, where are we going?" Zhang Jing asked curiously.

Fang Xuan took out a piece of beef jerky from his cloth bag and put it into Zhang Jing's mouth. Watching her chew happily, he said, "To Xiangyang."

Zhang Jing's eyes also lit up. She said loudly, "Then can we see Great Hero Guo?"

Fang Xuan was startled, then smiled and said, "You know Great Hero Guo too?"

"Mhm mhm, I heard Daddy and Second Uncle and Third Uncle talk about him before. Daddy said Great Hero Guo is the most amazing great hero in the world. Second Brother, how amazing is Great Hero Guo? Is he more amazing than Daddy?" Zhang Jing asked, blinking her adorable big eyes.

"Yes, very amazing."

"Then is he as amazing as you, Second Brother?"

"No."

"Hehe, I knew Second Brother was the most amazing," Zhang Jing said with a happy expression.

Their conversation was overheard by another group of martial artists traveling nearby. A burly man with a large beard angrily rebuked them.

"Hey, you brat, how dare you speak such nonsense and slander Great Hero Guo? Didn't your parents teach you any manners?"

Fang Xuan's eyes turned cold.

"Zhao Qiu, it's just a child speaking without restraint. Are you taking it seriously?" an old man holding a judge's brush said.

After speaking, he cupped his hands towards Fang Xuan and said, "Young Master, my friend here greatly admires Great Hero Guo and cannot bear to hear others slander him. Your sister is young and speaks without restraint, but this place is close to Xiangyang, and most of the people traveling here are martial artists supporting Xiangyang. They all admire Great Hero Guo, and there are bound to be some hot-tempered people. It's best not to say such things."

Fang Xuan looked down at the old man from his horse, said nothing, and rode away.

Seeing this, even the old man's face darkened.

How rude.

That Zhao Qiu was even more furious, his anger soaring. He roared, "Hey, you brat, don't leave!"

With that, he leaped up and reached for Fang Xuan's shoulder.

"Scram!"

Fang Xuan snorted coldly and slapped out with his right hand, like swatting a fly, directly sending Zhao Qiu flying. He fell heavily into a pit nearby.

The old man's face was startled, and he quickly ran towards Zhao Qiu. At this moment, Zhao Qiu was already unconscious, and his right arm was twisted in an irregular shape, clearly broken.

"You... how could you be so cruel? You actually broke his arm!" the old man said angrily.

Fang Xuan said coldly, "A small punishment as a warning. Next time, it won't just be an arm."

"You..."

The old man was also exasperated, but thinking of Zhao Qiu's strength being defeated with a wave of the hand, he looked at Fang Xuan with extreme fear.

Fang Xuan was too lazy to bother with them and continued riding.

After only a few days, they arrived outside Xiangyang. At that time, the two armies had been fighting for over a month. The mountains and fields were covered with broken spears and swords, congealed blood and piled bones, showing the brutality of the war.

On one side, the Mongol army's warhorses galloped, their iron armor clanging. Their military appearance was extremely imposing. Looking out, there were faintly several hundred thousand soldiers.

And Xiangyang City, under the siege of this army, was like an isolated city, filled with a sense of loneliness and desolation.

Woo woo woo~

The sound of horns echoed throughout the area in front of Xiangyang City, revealing a terrifying majesty.

The Mongol-Yuan army launched another attack. Thousands of trebuchets slowly approached the city walls, pushed by soldiers.

Giant stones fell, crushing countless Song soldiers into meat paste. Some fire stones ignited the houses in the city, turning them into a sea of fire.

The Song army in Xiangyang city was equally unwilling to show weakness, constantly dropping rolling stones, logs, and molten gold from the city walls.

Large numbers of Mongol soldiers were permanently left below the city.

Corpses lay everywhere, countless were injured, and wails of agony were endless.

Compared to the soldiers in other cities of the Great Song, who were as weak as soft toes, the soldiers in Xiangyang city seemed to view death as a return home. Although their faces showed fear, they were still orderly holding their ground and fulfilling their duties.

Because they knew what the consequences would be if Xiangyang fell.

The Mongols were brutal, often massacring cities.

Many of the soldiers defending Xiangyang city at this time had fled from other cities and knew the terror and brutality of the Mongols. Even if they surrendered, they would ultimately not escape death.

Most importantly, they also had Guo Jing, the Great Hero Guo, fighting alongside them.

On the city wall, Guo Jing, clad in black armor, was valiant and imposing. His armor was stained with blood, and he held a precious sword, mercilessly cutting down enemies who climbed onto the city wall.

"Jing-gege."

Guo Jing repelled a wave of Mongol soldiers' attack. He turned his head and saw Huang Rong standing beside him, full of concern. He forced himself to suppress his inner fatigue and said, "Rong'er, what are the casualties like?"

"Jing-gege, don't worry. I have ordered the Beggar Clan disciples to maintain order in the city, treat the wounded soldiers, draw water to extinguish fires, and the city will not be in chaos."

"That's good, that's good."

Hearing the good news, Guo Jing let out a sigh of relief, and his body couldn't help but feel weak. Huang Rong quickly stepped forward to support him, her face full of heartache, especially when she saw the few strands of white hair on Guo Jing's left side, which made her feel even more pity.

Every time the enemy attacked fiercely, Jing-gege would gain dozens more white hairs.

Just as the two were resting, they suddenly heard bursts of cheers from below the field. The Mongol soldiers shouted, "Long live, long live, long live."