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

Zhongnan Mountain.

Li Mochou clutched her left shoulder, stumbling through the dense forest. Blood stained half of her Taoist robe. Her face, usually as beautiful as a peach blossom, was now deathly pale, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

"That damned little beast!"

Li Mochou gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment and venom. She never imagined that after more than a decade of dominating the martial world, she would suffer such a crushing defeat at the hands of a mere youth. The force of that finger strike not only destroyed her whisk, but also unleashed a surge of intense yang energy that surged through her body, causing her internal organs to churn violently.

If it weren't for her exceptional lightness skill, which allowed her to escape using the smoke, she might have truly perished in that ancient tomb today.

"Once I've recovered from my injuries, I will tear those two scoundrels to pieces and grind their bones to dust!"

She hardened her heart, but dared not stop. The terrain of this back mountain was complex. Although she had been here a few times, she was still not as familiar with it as the two from the Ancient Tomb Sect. At this moment, she had to find a secluded place as soon as possible to force out that strange true energy, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

As they were walking, a strange laugh suddenly came from ahead.

"Hehehe... My good son, where are you? Daddy found you something delicious to eat, come out quickly!"

The voice swayed from left to right, unpredictable, sounding like that of a madman, but the internal force mixed in the voice made Li Mochou's eardrums buzz.

Li Mochou's heart skipped a beat. This back mountain was an important place for the Quanzhen Sect. How could there be such an unfathomable person here? She was seriously injured and should not cause any more trouble. She immediately held her breath and wanted to take a detour.

Little did she know that the strange man had extremely sharp ears. Just as Li Mochou broke a dry twig under her foot, the voice suddenly drew closer.

"Huh? Someone's here?"

A gust of wind swept by, and Li Mochou felt a blur before her eyes as a tall figure blocked her way.

Li Mochou looked up. It was an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in rags, unkempt and dirty, looking like a beggar, but his eyes were piercingly bright, though occasionally a trace of confusion and bewilderment would flash across them.

What shocked Li Mochou the most was that the old man was actually walking upside down! He supported himself on his hands and feet in the air, yet his speed was astonishing.

Normally, Li Mochou would have laughed at such bizarre behavior and killed him without hesitation. But now, she was seriously injured, and this strange old man was unfathomable, so she could only suppress her anger.

"Get out of the way!" Li Mochou shouted coldly, trying to intimidate people with her aura.

The old man braced himself with his hands, somersaulted in the air, and landed steadily on the ground, finally turning himself upright. He tilted his head, looked Li Mochou up and down, and suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"What a beautiful young lady! Whose wife are you?"

Li Mochou was furious. She was infamous throughout the martial world, and everyone addressed her respectfully as "Red Serpent Fairy." How dare this mad old man harass her?

"court death!"

A cold glint flashed in Li Mochou's eyes. Although her whisk was destroyed, her bare hands had still mastered the Crimson Serpent Palm technique. She took a deep breath and slammed out her left palm, aiming straight for the old man's face.

The wind from his palm was sweet and foul, carrying a deadly poison.

The old man neither dodged nor avoided the blow; instead, he clapped his hands and laughed, "Fun! Fun! This slap is so soft, is it meant to tickle this old beggar?"

Just as the poisonous palm was about to strike the old man's face, the old man suddenly extended a finger and casually pointed it forward.

"Wave!"

A soft sound.

Li Mochou felt an overwhelming force surge towards her, but her Crimson Serpent Palm technique was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple. Instead, the recoil caused her wounds to reopen, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"puff!"

Li Mochou flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground, her eyes filled with horror.

How is this possible? Although I didn't use my full strength in that palm strike, I still used seventy percent of my internal energy. How could this crazy old man break it with just one finger?

"Who...who are you?" Li Mochou clutched her chest, her voice trembling.

The old man scratched his messy hair, looking bewildered. "Who am I? Who am I... I am the best in the world! Yes, I am the best in the world! And who are you?"

Li Mochou cursed her bad luck inwardly, realizing she had encountered a madman with unparalleled martial arts skills.

"I am Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy!" she announced her name, hoping to intimidate the other party.

To everyone's surprise, the old man frowned upon hearing this and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "It doesn't sound good! What 'fairy' or 'ghost' names? It's awful! My son's name is much better... Wait, where's my son?"

The old man suddenly seemed to remember something, looked around anxiously, and cried out, "Son! My dear son! Where are you?"

Seeing that he was acting crazy and seemed to have forgotten about her, Li Mochou was secretly delighted. She quickly endured the pain and got up, wanting to sneak away.

But as soon as she took a step, the old man suddenly turned his head, staring intently at her with a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

"Oh, right! My son isn't married yet!"

The old man slapped his thigh as if he had discovered some priceless treasure, pointed at Li Mochou and laughed loudly, "Look at you, so pretty, and with such a big butt, you're definitely good material for bearing sons! Perfect wife for my good son!"

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou was so angry she almost fainted.

What does this madman take her for?

Does anyone know who his son is?

"Get out of here!"

Enraged, Li Mochou unleashed the three Ice Soul Silver Needles she was holding.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The silver needle pierced the air, aiming straight for the old man's eyes and throat.

The old man remained calm and unhurried. He opened his mouth and inhaled, sucking the three extremely poisonous silver needles directly into his mouth!

"Glug."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed the silver needle!

Li Mochou stared in disbelief, feeling a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. These Ice Soul Silver Needles were deadly, and this madman had actually swallowed them? And he was still alright?

"These candies don't taste good; they're a bit prickly."

The old man smacked his lips, looking disgusted, then chuckled and said, "But it's good that my daughter-in-law has a bit of a temper; only a strong temper can keep my silly son in check. Come, come, come home with your father-in-law, and consummate your marriage with my son!"

As he spoke, the old man's figure swayed, approaching like a ghost.

Li Mochou was terrified and tried to dodge, but found that the energy around her had been completely locked, and she could not move at all.

"You...you stay away!"

Li Mochou screamed in terror.

The old man stretched out his withered fingers and tapped Li Mochou several times.

This finger technique was extremely strange; it was neither acupressure nor meridian sealing, but rather an extremely cold internal force that drilled into Li Mochou's body through her fingertips.

Li Mochou felt her whole body stiffen. The already meager internal energy within her body was instantly dispersed by this cold energy and sealed in her dantian, making it impossible to mobilize at all.

"What... what kind of kung fu is this?" Li Mochou was utterly horrified. She could speak, walk, and even feel pain, but her internal energy, which she had painstakingly cultivated for many years, seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"This is a newly created divine skill, specifically designed to discipline disobedient daughters-in-law!"

The old man was beaming with pride; he was none other than Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, who had gone mad from practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse.

Ouyang Feng circled Li Mochou twice, growing more and more satisfied with her appearance: "Not bad, not bad at all. This figure, this look, is a perfect match for my good son. Let's go find our son! Once we find him, we'll let you two have your wedding ceremony, and next year you'll have a big, healthy son!"

Li Mochou felt utterly ashamed and furious. She was from the Ancient Tomb Sect, and although she had been expelled, she still retained a deep-seated pride. Now, to be captured by this madman and forced to be the wife of some foolish son to bear his children—this was worse than death for her.

"Kill me!" Li Mochou shouted fiercely. "I, Li Mochou, would rather die than suffer such humiliation!"

"Death? Absolutely not!" Ouyang Feng shook his head repeatedly. "If you die, you won't be able to have a big, fat grandson. If you dare to die, I'll strip you naked and hang you on a tree so all the men in the world can see!"

"You—!" Li Mochou was furious, her pretty face flushed red, yet she was helpless. This madwoman's actions were erratic and without any bottom line; she might actually do it.

As the saying goes, even the wicked need another wicked person to teach them a lesson. Li Mochou, who is usually ruthless and treats human life as worthless, has finally met her match in the hands of the even more insane and ruthless Ouyang Feng.

"Let's go, let's go, don't keep our son waiting."

Regardless of Li Mochou's wishes, Ouyang Feng grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the depths of the forest.

With her internal energy sealed, Li Mochou was only slightly stronger than an ordinary woman. How could she possibly break free from Ouyang Feng's iron grip? She could only stagger along, being dragged along, her heart filled with despair.

The two walked through the woods for a while, with Ouyang Feng constantly muttering, "Son...son, where are you...Daddy has found you a beautiful wife..."