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

Yang Guo spoke casually, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Yin Zhiping's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously took half a step back. He then realized that he was one of the best of the third-generation disciples of Quanzhen, so how could he be intimidated by a disciple who had only recently joined the sect?

"You wicked disciple! Are you trying to betray your master and ancestors?" Yin Zhiping shouted sternly, his right hand tightly gripping the jade bottle, while his left hand was secretly channeling his Quanzhen internal energy.

Yang Guo slowly raised his head, his usually smiling peach blossom eyes now completely still.

"Master, I'm doing this for your own good." Yang Guo swayed slightly, his steps faltering, a variation of the Quanzhen Sect's basic lightness skill, "Golden Goose Skill." "You've done such a wicked thing; living is just torture. It would be better for you to ascend to paradise sooner. Leaving this medicine for Sister Long to save her life will also accumulate some good karma for you. Isn't that the best of both worlds?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Guo sprang up, his right hand forming a claw, aiming straight for Yin Zhiping's throat. Although this move was a basic grappling technique of the Quanzhen Sect, in his hands it was as swift as an eagle hunting a rabbit.

Yin Zhiping scoffed, "A mere trick!"

Instead of retreating, he advanced, drawing a circle with his left palm, executing a move called "Spring Breeze Brushing Willows," which appeared gentle but actually concealed the pure Yang energy of Quanzhen, intending to deflect Yang Guo's attack.

Unexpectedly, Yang Guo changed his move with lightning speed. His hand unexpectedly twisted in mid-air, avoiding the opponent's strength and attacking their weakness. His fingertips, like iron hooks, grabbed at Yin Zhiping's wrist—the hand that was holding the jade bottle.

"Good lad, you've been hiding your true abilities!" Yin Zhiping was startled. This kid's reaction speed was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he didn't seem like a novice who had only practiced kung fu for a few months.

The two exchanged seven or eight moves in an instant.

The meditation room of the Quanzhen Sect was not large to begin with, and when the two started fighting, the tables, chairs, and benches were destroyed, shattering into pieces all over the floor.

Yang Guo was extremely anxious. His sister Long was still in the Ancient Tomb, her fate unknown. Every moment of delay meant more danger. Although his internal energy was greatly depleted, he showed no mercy in his attacks, each move designed to cause mutual destruction.

He casually picked up half of the broken table leg, exerted his strength, and unleashed the Chongyang Sword Technique he had learned from the stone tablet. Although he had no sword in his hand, the half-piece of wood in his hand seemed to possess the aura of a heavy, unsharpened sword, and he rammed straight toward Yin Zhiping's chest.

Yin Zhiping felt a gust of wind hit his face, and his breath caught in his throat. In terms of internal strength, he was on par with Yang Guo, who had swallowed the elixir, but Yang Guo had fought Li Mochou for a long time before, and was now far superior to Yang Guo.

However, Yang Guo's moves were strange and unpredictable, and also revealed a ruthless, reckless spirit.

"Are you crazy!" Yin Zhiping cursed under his breath, not daring to take the powerful blow head-on. He dodged to the side, and at the same time, he flicked his horsetail whisk and wrapped it around the piece of wood.

"Snap!"

The wood broke instantly.

But this was just a feint by Yang Guo.

Just as Yin Zhiping was running out of power with his whisk, Yang Guo abandoned the broken wood and slid along the ground like a snake, unleashing a series of kicks with both legs. This was the "Sweeping Leaf Leg Technique" from the Nine Yin Manual, which specializes in attacking the lower body.

Caught off guard, Yin Zhiping was forced to retreat repeatedly, looking utterly disheveled.

"Yang Guo! What kind of evil kung fu are you using?!" Yin Zhiping was both shocked and furious.

"I'll kill you with my kung fu!" Yang Guo roared, leaping up from the ground with bloodshot eyes. Ignoring his wide-open chest, he lunged forward, intending to headbutt Yin Zhiping.

Yin Zhiping was terrified by this crazy outburst. As the saying goes, the ruthless fear the reckless, and the reckless fear the suicidal. Although Yin Zhiping had lustful desires, he was an extremely suicidal person, and how could he be willing to die together with this crazy kid?

Just as Yang Guo was about to pounce, a ruthless glint flashed in Yin Zhiping's eyes. He suddenly raised the jade bottle in his right hand and shouted, "Stop! Move again, and I'll crush it!"

This sharp shout was like a thunderclap.

Yang Guo abruptly stopped, his toes carving two deep furrows in the ground, and he was only three feet away from Yin Zhiping.

His chest heaved violently, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"Despicable!" Yang Guo gritted his teeth, his eyes almost spitting fire.

Seeing that his move had worked, Yin Zhiping felt a little calmer. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his face once again showed that sanctimonious yet sinister expression.

"Hmph, I bet you wouldn't dare touch it." Yin Zhiping shook the jade bottle in his hand and sneered, "Yang Guo, aren't you so good at fighting? Come on! Try moving again! This is the last Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pill in the world. Once it's broken, even a god couldn't save Xiaolongnu! You'll be collecting her corpse then!"

Yang Guo stared intently at the jade bottle, his heart surging with murderous intent, yet he had to forcefully suppress it.

"What do you want?"

Seeing that he had grasped Yang Guo's weakness, Yin Zhiping's courage grew. He straightened his disheveled Taoist robe, put on the air of a master, and said slowly, "Disciple, your moves just now were too murderous. Where is the semblance of a Quanzhen disciple? If you continue to practice like this, you will become a menace sooner or later."

A flicker of jealousy and apprehension flashed in his eyes. This kid's talent was too high; he had made such progress in such a short time. If he were allowed to grow stronger, how would he possibly survive?

"You should cripple your martial arts," Yin Zhiping said calmly. "Once you destroy your dantian and sever the tendons in your hands and feet, I will give you this medicine."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo, enraged, laughed coldly: "Hahaha! What a fine disciple of Quanzhen! What a tranquil and inactive person! Yin Zhiping, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You dare to challenge me?"

"Aren't you afraid that Miss Long will die?" Yin Zhiping tightened his grip on the jade bottle slightly.

Yang Guo's eyes instantly turned icy cold, staring at Yin Zhiping as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Yin Zhiping, listen carefully." Yang Guo stepped forward, his voice low and slow. "My life is worthless, but if anything happens to Sister Long, I swear, I will make you wish you were dead! I will cut off pieces of your flesh and feed them to the dogs, so you can watch your heart and liver be ripped out! Do you believe me?"

Yang Guo spoke these words with remarkable calmness.

But the ferocity in the young man sent a chill down Yin Zhiping's spine. He recalled the reckless fighting style the boy had displayed earlier and knew that this madman was absolutely capable of doing what he said.

If he really pushes him too far, this kid might even risk not getting the medicine to drag him down with him. Wouldn't that be a huge loss for him?

Yin Zhiping's eyes darted around as he weighed the pros and cons. Yang Guo was currently exhausted of his internal energy; although his attacks were fierce, if Yin Zhiping focused solely on defense, Yang Guo wouldn't be able to harm him. The key was this medicine…

"That's enough." Yin Zhiping sighed, feigning magnanimity. "I don't want to push things to the extreme. Let's each take a step back."

"Speak," Yang Guo said coldly.

"The condition remains the same." Yin Zhiping's eyes flickered, his gaze lewd. "This medicine must be personally delivered to the ancient tomb by this humble Taoist priest, and fed to Miss Long by myself."

Seeing that Yang Guo was about to lash out, Yin Zhiping quickly raised his hand to stop him, and said, "Don't be in such a hurry to refuse. You are a cunning boy. If I give you the medicine now, you will turn around and kill me to silence me. Who can I complain to then? Besides..."

He paused, then put on a compassionate expression: "I have a deep affection for Miss Long. Now that she has suffered such a calamity, I cannot rest easy if I cannot see her safe and sound with my own eyes."

Yang Guo felt nauseous and wished he could slap this hypocritical Taoist priest to death.

But he knew that Yin Zhiping was determined to see Xiaolongnü. Although this fellow was afraid of death, he was surprisingly bold when it came to lust.

It was already late, and it was unclear how much longer Sister Long could hold on. Every moment of delay was costing her life.

Yang Guo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.

"Okay." Yang Guo opened his eyes, his voice eerily calm. "I promise you."

Yin Zhiping was overjoyed, his eyes gleaming with lust, as if he could already see the pure and innocent Dragon Girl looking weak and helpless in front of him.

"My disciple is indeed sensible!" Yin Zhiping tucked the jade bottle into his robes, keeping it close to his body as if afraid Yang Guo would snatch it. He then flicked his sleeves. "Then what are we waiting for? Lead the way!"