The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

Xiangyang City, Southern Song Dynasty.

After traveling for half a month, Lu Yao and Yang Guo finally arrived in Xiangyang City.

The city of Xiangyang was bustling with activity, and merchants and travelers came and went in an endless stream.

As a major city on the border of the Southern Song Dynasty, Xiangyang was an important transportation hub connecting with other countries, and many merchants engaged in cross-border trade had to pass through it.

Although the Mongol Empire launched some raids on Xiangyang City at this time, the situation was relatively stable, so it did not have a significant impact on trade.

After paying the entrance fee, Lu Yao and Yang Guo led their horses into the city.

"Wow! Master, Xiangyang City is so lively!"

Having spent a long time in the ancient tomb, Yang Guo became very curious about bustling cities.

"Let's go find a place to stay first, and then we'll find out where your Uncle Guo lives."

Lu Yao smiled and said to Yang Guo.

The two then arrived at an inn.

"Give us two superior rooms."

Lu Yao tossed the horse's reins to the waiter and went straight inside.

"Great, sir! You've come at the perfect time. There are only two superior rooms left."

Upon hearing this, the innkeeper couldn't help but smile at Lu Yao.

Lu Yao nodded and threw some silver on the table.

"Wait! We want these two superior rooms."

Just as Lu Yao put down the silver, a voice with an accent and awkward speech came from behind him.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yao turned around to look.

Several burly Mongolian men strode over with powerful strides.

"Gentlemen, the best rooms have already been rented out. How about I arrange a few comfortable mid-range rooms for you? They're no worse than the best rooms."

Upon seeing this, the shopkeeper quickly spoke up to explain.

The worst thing about running a business is these kinds of disputes; it's so much better to make money through harmony.

Are you deaf?! Didn't you hear me?

The burly Mongolian man leading the group shouted loudly, his face full of menacing features, his eyes gleaming fiercely.

"This...this, sir, what do you think?"

Seeing that the several burly Mongolian men were not to be trifled with, the shopkeeper looked at Lu Yao with a troubled expression.

"You're being so unreasonable! We booked the room first, why should we give it to you?"

Seeing this, Yang Guo glared at the several Mongolian men with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Hmph! Where did this brat come from! Get out of my way!"

The burly Mongolian man leading the group glanced at Yang Guo disdainfully, shoved him aside, and went to the shopkeeper.

"Don't say I didn't pay!"

The burly Mongolian man tossed down a few pieces of silver and snorted coldly.

"you!"

Yang Guo, who was pushed away, was furious and wanted to go forward and teach these people a lesson, but Lu Yao stopped him.

"I'm giving you three breaths to get out of here right now!"

Lu Yao had no patience to argue with this group of Mongols, and his eyes were very cold.

"Hahaha! What did you say? You reckless bastard!"

The burly Mongolian man was amused by Lu Yao's words and stepped forward, his imposing figure exuding an aura of power.

"Ah!"

Lu Yao chuckled.

Without further ado, he threw a punch at the burly Mongolian man.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the burly Mongolian man's eyes widened as he was blasted out of the inn's gate by Lu Yao's punch.

"Boss!"

The other Mongolians shouted in Mongolian and rushed to help the large Mongolian man lying outside the door.

"Damn it! He's actually a master."

The burly Mongolian man got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Look! People are fighting."

"They're Mongolians!"

"Who made this move! These arrogant and domineering Mongolian barbarians should have been taught a lesson long ago."

The commotion caused by Lu Yao attracted many passersby and merchants to watch.

When they saw that the person being beaten was a Mongol, they couldn't help but discuss it amongst themselves.

"My name is Hadan! I'm from the Central Plains. What's your name?"

The burly Mongolian man stared fiercely at Lu Yao.

"get out!"

Lu Yao ignored Hadan's question and gave him a cold look.

"Hmph! Arrogant! So what if you know martial arts? Brothers, let's attack together!"

Hadan was furious when he saw Lu Yao looking down on him like that.

Upon hearing this, the other Mongolian men all raised their fists and charged towards Lu Yao.

In their eyes, Lu Yao was just one person, and it would be easy for several strong Mongolian men to take down a weak Central Plains man.

As for Yang Guo, he was completely ignored.

"act recklessly!"

Lu Yao was speechless. Couldn't these Mongols see the difference?

The moment the two sides clashed, it was a one-sided affair.

Lu Yao easily dodged their swinging fists and kicked each of them, knocking them to the ground.

Lu Yao could easily defeat a few ordinary people, even burly men, with his physical abilities, without even needing to activate his true energy.

In just a moment, several burly Mongolian men lay on the ground groaning in pain.

Since they were in Xiangyang City, Lu Yao held back and did not take their lives.

"What's going on! Stop it, all of you!"

Just then, a soft shout came.

Two young men dressed in tight-fitting clothes led a group of armored soldiers into the inn.

"Young hero, my name is Wu Dunru. May I ask what happened just now and why you beat these Mongols?"

One of the older boys approached Lu Yao, cupped his hands in greeting, and said...

Wu Dunru could tell that Lu Yao possessed martial arts skills, and that his skills were not low, so he lowered his posture.

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo couldn't help but take a few more glances at Wu Dunru.

"It seems we don't need to inquire about Master Guo's whereabouts."

Lu Yao smiled slightly, his eyes flickering as he looked at the two teenagers in front of him.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen were both children raised by Guo Jing and Huang Rong, and were in the same situation as Yang Guo.

Their father was Wu Santong, a disciple of Master Yideng, who had a long-standing relationship with Guo Jing and Huang Rong, so he always took them under his wing and nurtured them.

"Oh? Young hero, do you know Uncle Guo?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Dunru looked at Lu Yao with curiosity, and Wu Xiuwen, who was standing next to him, also looked over.

"That's right! I brought my disciple Yang here to see Master Guo."

Lu Yao nodded and said with a smile.

"Yang Guo? Isn't he in the Quanzhen Sect?"

Wu Dunru was taken aback and couldn't help but ask.

"Guo'er, come here."

Lu Yao called out to Yang Guo, who was standing to the side.

"Humph!"

Yang Guo snorted coldly and reluctantly walked over.

Yang Guo didn't have a good relationship with Da Wu and Xiao Wu when he was young, so he didn't give them a friendly look.

"You guy!"

Seeing Yang Guo's arrogant expression, Wu Xiuwen couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Xiuwen! You must not be rude to your seniors!"

Wu Dunru frowned and scolded his younger brother.

After all, he had followed Guo Jing for many years, and as Guo Jing's disciple, he had long since let go of the things that happened when he was a child.

"Yang Guo, now that you're back, you should go and see Uncle Guo."

Wu Dunru nodded, looking at Yang Guo with a smile.

"Xiuwen, you handle things here. I'll take Senior and Yang to see Uncle Guo."

Wu Dunru gave the order and then left the inn with Lu Yao and Yang Guo.

"Oh, is the upper room still available?"

Watching Lu Yao and Yang Guo leave, the innkeeper was at a loss, holding the silver left by Lu Yao.