Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

The next morning, the ancient tomb was completely silent.

Grandma Sun got up very early, carrying a bamboo basket, saying she was going to the town at the foot of the mountain to buy some oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar.

Before leaving, she glanced at Yang Guo with a meaningful look, as if to say: I'll make room for you, you better live up to my expectations.

Yang Guo understood immediately, chuckled, and watched Granny Sun's figure disappear at the end of the passageway.

After Granny Sun left, only he and Little Dragon Girl remained in the ancient tomb.

Yang Guo sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but in reality he was plotting how to trick Yin Zhiping back the last Nine-Turn Reversal Pill the next day.

Yang Guo doesn't absolutely need this elixir right now, but keeping it for future use as a life-saving measure is still quite good.

Moreover, Yang Guo believed that Yin Zhiping was no match for him now, and with Sister Long also involved, Yin Zhiping would only be able to take the beating.

Just as I was pondering how to entertain that cheap master, I suddenly heard a series of muffled "za za za" sounds.

That was the sound of the tomb door opening for the ancient tomb owner.

Yang Guo suddenly opened his eyes and jumped off the cold jade bed.

At that moment, Xiaolongnu was studying the internal cultivation method of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra in another stone chamber. Upon hearing the commotion, she flashed over.

The two exchanged a glance, both looking doubtful.

Grandma Sun had only been gone for less than half an hour. A round trip to town would take at least half a day, so there was absolutely no way she would turn back now.

Yang Guo instinctively stepped in front of Xiaolongnu.

"Go take a look." The little dragon goddess's expression was aloof, but the pair of golden bell ropes hidden in her sleeve had already quietly slipped into her palm.

As the two approached the main burial chamber, the heavy stone door slowly opened, and the sunlight outside was somewhat dazzling, shining obliquely into the dim tomb passage and raising a cloud of fine dust.

Where the dust settled, stood a figure in apricot yellow.

The man held a whisk in his hand, his Taoist robe swaying gently in the wind. He did not tie his hair up in a bun, but rather tied it casually with a brocade ribbon, with a few strands of black hair hanging down beside his ears, exuding a lazy charm.

Yang Guo took a closer look, and his eyes lit up.

The visitor turned out to be a pretty Taoist nun.

Yang Guo finally came to his senses, and his anus tightened instantly. A Daoist nun... who else but Li Mochou could enter the Ancient Tomb?

"Hey, junior sister, how have you been?"

Li Mochou stepped across the threshold, her tone charming yet subtly sharp.

Her gaze swept around the tomb chamber, finally settling on the man and woman standing side by side, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

Yang Guo stared at Li Mochou and had to admit that Li Mochou's appearance was indeed excellent.

Although she was considerably older than Xiaolongnu, she did not appear old; instead, she possessed a more mature and charming aura. If Xiaolongnu was like a snow lotus on a high mountain, pure and aloof, untouched by worldly affairs, then Li Mochou was like a blooming red snake flower, alluring yet poisonous.

Especially her apricot-yellow Taoist robe, which seemed unable to contain her voluptuous figure.

Where she should be plump, she hasn't shrunk at all; where she shouldn't be plump, she's slender enough to be grasped in one hand, and her swaying waist exudes a captivating charm.

Yang Guo's thieving eyes lingered on Li Mochou uncontrollably.

Another figure involuntarily surfaced in his mind—Sister Rong from Peach Blossom Island.

Sister Rong also possesses such mature charm; she is usually dignified and pretty, but…

Yang Guo made a comparison in his mind.

In terms of appearance, the two are like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with their own strengths; in terms of temperament, Sister Rong is clever yet dignified, while Li Mochou is ruthless yet seductive.

But in terms of the size of two snowballs...

Yang Guo's gaze lingered on the front of the Taoist robe for a few more moments.

Tsk tsk, this Crimson Serpent Fairy is probably even bigger than Sister Rong, she's practically two lightning and fire bombs that could explode at any moment.

"Have you seen enough?"

A chilling sound rang in my ears, colder than the jade bed itself.

Yang Guo shuddered and quickly looked away, turning his head to meet Xiaolongnu's cold eyes.

Xiaolongnu's face was frosty, and although she didn't speak, anyone who wasn't blind could sense her displeasure.

Yang Guo could tolerate looking at her normally, but now, in front of her, he was staring at another woman, and that wicked woman, Li Mochou, which made her very uncomfortable.

Who is Li Mochou? She has been through the trials and tribulations of the martial arts world, so how could such a minor matter escape her notice?

She was initially disgusted by Yang Guo's lecherous gaze and was about to gouge out his eyes. But when she saw her usually aloof junior sister's expression change, a thought suddenly struck her.

interesting.

It's really fun.

This descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect, who has severed all emotions and desires, can actually get jealous?

Li Mochou's eyes sparkled, and a playful smile appeared on her lips. Far from being angry, she swayed her hips and took two steps toward Yang Guo.

"Young man, why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Li Mochou's voice was sweet and seductive, with a captivating charm. Although she was dressed as a Taoist nun, her every step was full of allure, each step seemingly treading on a man's heart.

Although Yang Guo prides himself on being an experienced driver and often talks nonsense, he mostly just tries to gain an advantage verbally.

Now, facing a female demon of this caliber, especially with that overwhelming mature aura, he was momentarily overwhelmed.

"Um... Fairy Sister is joking." Yang Guo chuckled dryly, shrinking back slightly. "I just think Fairy Sister has a knack for preserving her youth; she looks even more beautiful than the fairies in the paintings."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Li Mochou chuckled, her eyes alluring, and with a flick of her whisk, the whisk seemed to come alive, brushing lightly across Yang Guo's shoulder.

A rich, powdery scent mixed with a strange floral fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

"Then tell me, is your older sister prettier, or is your dragon sister prettier?"

This is practically a death sentence.

Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine. He knew without looking that the gaze behind him was about to pierce through him.

He was about to laugh it off when Li Mochou gave him no chance. With a swift movement, she closed in, her beautiful face almost touching Yang Guo's.

"Young man, I see you have extraordinary talent; you're a good prospect for martial arts. What's the point of following this cold, wooden beauty? Why not come with me? I'll teach you a few lively kung fu moves, how about it?"

As she spoke, her nail-painted fingertips reached out to hook Yang Guo's chin.

Although Yang Guo was lustful, he knew this woman was a highly venomous red-banded snake and should not be touched. Just as he was about to use his Golden Goose Skill to retreat, a white figure appeared before him, blocking the way between the two.

"Stay away from him."

Xiaolongnu's voice was clear and cold, like pearls falling onto a plate.

She didn't hold a sword; instead, she slightly raised her hands, which were covered in white gold silk gloves. A chilling force, though not explicitly revealed, forced Li Mochou back.