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

Li Mochou gracefully retreated three feet, stood still, and looked at Xiaolongnu who was protecting Yang Guo behind her. The charming smile on her face instantly disappeared.

It seems this junior sister has truly fallen in love!

This scene looks so familiar.

She had betrayed her sect for Lu Zhanyuan, that heartless man, and when he was in trouble, she had stood in front of him in the same way.

As a result, she ended up all alone and was called a female demon.

"Junior sister, you're quite possessive of your food."

Li Mochou sneered, flicking her whisk sharply. "Have you forgotten all the rules Master set before he died? The Ancient Tomb Sect forbids men from setting foot inside, let alone taking in men overnight. And you, not only bringing a man in, but also shamelessly protecting him! Aren't you afraid Master will crawl out of his coffin in the middle of the night and strangle you?"

Xiaolongnu's face turned slightly pale, but she did not move an inch.

"This is someone my mother-in-law brought in," she said calmly. "Besides, I didn't break any rules."

Yang Guo secretly gave Xiaolongnu a thumbs up in his heart; what a clever way to shift the blame to Granny Sun.

"No rule broken?" Li Mochou pointed at Yang Guo and said sternly, "This kid has slicked-back hair and a powder-coated face; he's obviously no good. You left him in the Ancient Tomb, a lone man and a woman, like dry wood meeting a raging fire—can you really say you two were innocent?"

Yang Guo was displeased upon hearing this and poked his head out from behind Sister Long: "Hey, hey, hey, auntie, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! Sister Long and I have a purely platonic friendship. I stayed because I respect her magnanimity. Unlike you, although you are also magnanimous, your thoughts are filthy, and you see everyone as... you know."

The word "auntie" immediately triggered Li Mochou's sensitive topic.

"You little beast, what did you call me?!" Li Mochou's eyebrows shot up, her murderous aura palpable.

Yang Guo pulled his head back and muttered to himself, "Just call whoever answers."

Li Mochou's chest heaved violently with anger, and her Taoist robe became even more taut, causing Yang Guo to stare wide-eyed once again.

"Great! Excellent!"

Li Mochou, enraged, laughed coldly, flicking her horsetail whisk with a sharp crack. "Junior Sister, since you have broken the sect rules, you are no longer a member of the Ancient Tomb Sect. You are no longer worthy to reside in this Ancient Tomb!"

She stepped forward, her tone aggressive: "I'm here today for only two things. First, hand over the *Jade Maiden Heart Sutra*; second, take your lover and get out of the Ancient Tomb! Otherwise, don't blame your senior sister for being ruthless and cleaning up the sect!"

Upon hearing the words "Get out of the ancient tomb," Xiaolongnu's expression finally changed.

In the past, she probably wouldn't have cared where she lived.

But not long ago, Yang Guo told her many stories about the outside world and also talked about many principles of "home".

She remembered Yang Guo saying that when people from the foot of the mountain got married, their houses had to be big. A big house made them feel more comfortable, less likely to argue, and thus more likely to be happy. This ancient tomb didn't have many advantages, but it certainly fit Yang Guo's description of "big," and she wanted to be a happy woman, so she absolutely couldn't give up the ancient tomb.

"Senior Sister," Xiaolongnu raised her head, her gaze resolute, "you have long since betrayed our sect. The affairs of the Ancient Tomb are none of your concern. The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra was passed down to me by Master, and I will never give it to you."

"As for leaving..."

Little Dragon Girl glanced at Yang Guo behind her, her lips slightly pursed, "This is my home, I'm not going anywhere."

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

Li Mochou's eyes flashed with a cold light. "Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish! I can use the heads of you two, you despicable couple, to offer as a sacrifice to our master!"

Before she could finish speaking, Li Mochou suddenly sprang into action.

The whisk in his hand was like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, aimed straight at Xiaolongnu's face. The thousands of silver threads, infused with internal energy, stood upright like steel needles; if struck, they would likely tear the skin and flesh instantly.

"Guo'er, step back!"

Little Dragon Girl gave a soft shout and flicked her sleeves.

"Jingle bells!"

A crisp bell rang out suddenly.

Two white ribbons shot out from her sleeves, and the golden bells tied to the ends of the ribbons spun rapidly in the air, forming a white barrier.

"Bang!"

The whisk and the white silk collided violently in the air.

The two forces collided, causing dust to fall from the ceiling of the tomb.

Li Mochou's whisk technique, named "Ice Soul Silver Threads," was a unique skill she created herself, combining both strength and gentleness, making it extremely difficult to deal with. At this moment, she attacked with hatred, each move ruthless. Her whisk would point, sweep, entangle, and coil, her moves unpredictable, enveloping Xiaolongnu in a silvery light.

Although Xiaolongnu's internal strength was slightly inferior, she had mastered the true essence of the Ancient Tomb Sect's lightness skill, making her movements in the tomb chamber ethereal and divine. She wielded the two white silk ribbons with unparalleled skill, sometimes like a snake spitting its tongue, sometimes like a net covering the sky, defusing Li Mochou's attacks one by one.

Yang Guo retreated to a corner, but his eyes never stopped moving.

At this moment, the two women were engaged in a fierce battle. The martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect were extremely light and graceful. They were originally created by the founder, Lin Chaoying, to counter the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect. Every move was tailor-made for the female figure. When performed, they were like the Lingbo Weibu (light water steps) and the Rainbow Feather Dress, which were breathtakingly beautiful.

The Little Dragon Girl was dressed in white, her figure as light as a swallow. As her sleeves fluttered, a glimpse of her fair wrist was revealed, more beautiful than snow. The two white silk ribbons she wore made her appear like a celestial maiden descended to earth. Occasionally, as she turned and her skirt billowed, her long, straight, jade-like legs were faintly visible, truly captivating the heart.

Although Li Mochou was dressed as a Taoist nun, she wore an apricot-yellow Taoist robe. Due to the surge of her inner energy, the originally loose robe now clung tightly to her body, outlining her mature and voluptuous curves. Every time she waved her whisk, white snow and thunder would rise and fall, the breathtaking arcs completely different from Xiaolongnu's pure and ethereal beauty, yet exuding a fatal allure unique to mature women.

Yang Guo squatted in the corner, watching intently. He saw two figures, one white and one yellow, intertwining before his eyes, accompanied by a fragrant breeze. It didn't seem like he was watching a life-or-death battle; rather, he was admiring a stunningly beautiful duet.

He secretly clicked his tongue in amazement: "Good heavens, the martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect are so beautiful to watch! Sister Long is as aloof as an immortal, while Li Mochou is as beautiful as a peach blossom. They are truly like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with their own strengths. This fight has been a real feast for the eyes of this spectator!"

Although he was all talk, he knew in his heart that in a one-on-one fight, Sister Long might not be a match for this female demon. After all, Li Mochou had been famous in the martial arts world for many years, had rich practical experience, and was ruthless, with every move potentially fatal.

"That female demon is incredibly powerful."

Yang Guo watched as the powerful wind whipped up by Li Mochou's whisk actually carved white marks into the hard stone wall, and he couldn't help but marvel at it.