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

Behind Zhongnan Mountain, the first rays of dawn are breaking.

Yin Zhiping knelt on the wet grass, holding in his hands a triangular piece of cloth made from the handkerchief Yang Guo had given him, as if on a pilgrimage, with utmost piety.

Little Dragon Girl stared at Yin Zhiping, her face flushed red, but her eyes were icy cold.

She has already mentally stabbed Yang Guo eight hundred times.

Without a doubt, this is the same test subject that Yang Guo used back then.

It must have been Yang Guo who gave it to Yin Zhiping.

The only thing Little Dragon Girl was thankful for was that she had never worn it.

At this moment, Yin Zhiping's eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was heavy. He looked like a traveler who had been thirsty in the desert for days and nights and had finally found a spring of water. His hands were trembling violently.

He pressed the fabric tightly against his nose, took a deep breath, and felt as if he were floating on clouds, feeling like he was in heaven.

"Miss Dragon..."

Yin Zhiping called out in a daze, his gaze unfocused as he looked towards a spot three feet in front of him.

Little Dragon Girl lay quietly among the flowers, her eyes seemingly spitting fire as she stared intently at the seemingly righteous Quanzhen Taoist priest before her.

Her acupoints were controlled by Ouyang Feng, so she couldn't move, and even her tongue was stiff. She could only watch helplessly as the Taoist priest made such a lewd and disgusting move.

Yin Zhiping felt a tremor in his heart as he looked at her; it was a deep-seated awe for this "fairy." But then he realized that there was no one around and the fairy was unable to move, and a more twisted, evil fire instantly overwhelmed his reason.

The high and mighty Dragon Maiden, a fairy-like figure, will soon be at my feet, at my mercy.

"Miss Long, please don't look at me like that. This humble Taoist priest... this humble Taoist priest couldn't help himself either."

Yin Zhiping spoke incoherently, and shakily pulled a small blue porcelain bottle from his pocket. He uncorked the bottle, and a sweet, pinkish smoke slowly drifted out.

"This is the 'Aphrodisiac Powder' that I seized from a lecherous thief when I came down from the mountain. I usually regard it as a venomous snake and have always wanted to find an opportunity to destroy it, but today... today is the will of Heaven."

Yin Zhiping's face flushed red, and veins bulged on his forehead. As he spoke, he gently swirled the bottle opening near Xiaolongnu's nose. "This medicine is mild and will only make you feel like you're on a cloud, experiencing boundless joy. Even the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden would be tempted by its scent."

Pink smoke was inhaled.

The originally pale face of Xiaolongnu flushed red at a visible speed.

She felt her internal energy begin to stir, and the blood in her meridians was scalding hot and unbearably hot.

As Yin Zhiping watched this scene, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, making a "gulp" sound.

He stuffed the piece of cloth into his bosom, placed it against his chest, then braced himself on his hands and crawled forward on his knees, reaching for the ribbon around Xiaolongnu's waist.

"I'm sorry... Miss Long, I'll take responsibility... I'll treat you well..."

As his fingers touched the cool, silky fabric, Yin Zhiping shuddered as if electrocuted, and was about to forcefully pull open the slipknot.

Just then, a loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shook the sea of ​​flowers.

"Take responsibility my ass!"

Before Yin Zhiping could react, he felt as if he had been struck by a giant hammer in his lower back, and a tremendous force surged through him.

"Bang!"

Yin Zhiping screamed and rolled seven or eight times on the grass before crashing heavily into an old locust tree. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his mouth full of mud, looking utterly disheveled.

"Who?! Who ruined my good deed?!"

Enraged, Yin Zhiping scrambled to his feet, drew the long sword from his back, and demanded an explanation.

The morning mist broke through.

A tall figure stood in front of Xiaolongnu.

Yang Guo's clothes were disheveled, with a few strands of grass still stuck in his hair. He smelled of roasted meat and wild boar, but his peach blossom eyes were filled with a chilling intent. He held a withered tree branch that he had broken off from somewhere, with the tip of his sword pointing diagonally at the ground. There was a faint sword aura emanating from the branch.

"Yang...Yang Guo?"

When Yin Zhiping saw who it was, his face turned deathly pale, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble.

Feeling guilty, and with his internal organs injured by Ouyang Feng's palm strike the previous night, coupled with Yang Guo's sneak attack, he felt as if his internal organs were churning.

Yang Guo completely ignored this good-for-nothing. He quickly turned around, squatted down, and held Xiaolongnu's shoulders with concern in his eyes.

"Sister Long! Are you alright? That old bastard didn't do anything to you, did he?"

As Yang Guo spoke, he frantically tried to straighten her disheveled clothes. His fingertips accidentally touched her burning skin, which only fueled his anger.

Looking at Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu's anger subsided slightly, replaced by a hint of grievance.

Yang Guo had never seen such a look in her eyes before. The Little Dragon Girl used to enjoy playing politics with Yang Guo all day long. He never thought that she would have such a vulnerable moment.

Little Dragon Girl wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound; she could only gesture with her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Yang Guo felt a pang of pain in his heart. He reached out and pressed several acupoints on her shoulder and back, trying to release her pressure points.

When the fingertips touched the acupoints, it felt like pressing on a hard iron plate; the internal force couldn't penetrate at all.

"Damn it! That old poisoner's method of reversing meridians is truly wicked!"

Yang Guo cursed inwardly, knowing that the acupoints couldn't be released anytime soon, and that forcibly stimulating them might even harm Xiaolongnu. He immediately took off his outer robe and wrapped it tightly around Xiaolongnu, concealing her graceful figure.

"Sister Long, this acupoint is a bit tricky, I can't undo it for now. You rest for a while, I'll go kill this old pervert."

Yang Guo offered a soft word of comfort, then slowly stood up, turned his head, and looked at Yin Zhiping.

That look, as if he were looking at a dead man, made Yin Zhiping's hair stand on end, and he retreated step by step.

"Yang Guo...you...what do you want to do?" Yin Zhiping roared, his voice trembling with fear. "I'm your master! Do you want to betray your master and ancestors?!"

"Master?"

Yang Guo's lips curled into a cold smile, and he gently shook the withered branch in his hand, making a soft "humming" sound.

"What were you trying to do to my sister Long just now? Why didn't you think about the fact that you're a Taoist nun? Why didn't you think about the fact that you're a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect? You seemed quite pleased with the smell of what I made?"

Yin Zhiping's face stiffened, and he stubbornly argued, "You...you're talking nonsense! This is clearly Miss Long's personal belongings..."

"Something intimately connected to your body?" Yang Guo chuckled, but his eyes grew even colder. "I sewed that thing myself. Do you think I wouldn't know whether it's something intimately connected to your body or not?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Zhiping felt a surge of anger.

"Yang Guo! You wicked disciple, how dare you deceive me!"

"Lying to you? Compared to what you've done in your lewd ways, I'm still too kind!"

Without further ado, Yang Guo stomped his foot and sprang into the air.

Although he held no sword, the withered branch, imbued with sixteen years of refined internal energy, was sharper than a fine steel longsword. This seemingly ordinary move was as fast as lightning; it was the opening stance of the "Chongyang Sword Technique" that he had comprehended from the ancient tombstone.

Yin Zhiping was shocked and panicked, raising his sword to parry.

"clang!"

The withered branch clashed with the longsword, producing a metallic clang.

Yin Zhiping felt an immense force surge through the sword, making his hands go numb and nearly causing the sword to fly out of his grasp. He was already suffering from internal injuries, and now his chest felt a surge of blood and qi.

Yang Guo gave him no chance to breathe. With a flick of his wrist, the withered branch, like a serpent spitting its tongue, instantly struck a vital acupoint on Yin Zhiping's chest. Every move was ruthless and deadly.

"Which hand touched you just now? Left hand? Or right hand?"

"Snapped!"

The withered branch, like a whip, lashed hard across Yin Zhiping's face, leaving a bloody welt.

Forced into a panic, Yin Zhiping retreated step by step. In his prime, he might have been able to exchange dozens of blows with Yang Guo, but now, with his mind in disarray and injuries, he was utterly powerless against the murderous Yang Guo.

"Yang Guo! Stop! If you kill me, the Quanzhen Sect will not let you off!" Yin Zhiping shouted in despair.

"The Quanzhen Sect? If Grandmaster Qiu knew about the despicable things you've done, he'd probably be the first to exterminate the sect!"

A cold glint flashed in Yang Guo's eyes, and he suddenly thrust out the withered branch in his hand, aiming straight for Yin Zhiping's brow.

This sword strike will surely kill!

Yin Zhiping stared wide-eyed at the ever-growing tip of the withered branch, his mind blank.

My life is over!

At this critical moment, a long sword suddenly appeared from the side and accurately struck Yang Guo's withered branch.

"Ding!"

Yang Guo felt a sudden weight on his wrist, and the withered branch was swung away half an inch, grazing Yin Zhiping's cheek and leaving a deep bloodstain.

A figure leaped out from behind the tree and stood in front of Yin Zhiping.

The newcomer was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a thin face, three long wisps of beard, and sinister eyes. He was none other than Zhao Zhijing, the eldest disciple of the third generation of Quanzhen Sect disciples.

"Senior Brother Zhao! Save me!"

Having narrowly escaped death, Yin Zhiping was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he grabbed Zhao Zhijing's sleeve.

Zhao Zhijing glanced at him with disgust, then slapped him across the face with a sharp "smack," sending Yin Zhiping spinning around on the spot.

"What a spineless wretch! He's ruined himself like this for a woman; he's utterly disgraced the Quanzhen Sect!"

Zhao Zhijing had long wanted to beat up Yin Zhiping, but never had the chance. Now he could openly and openly beat him up, and Yin Zhiping couldn't even fight back.

Despite the insults, Zhao Zhijing showed no sign of backing down. He turned his head, looked at Yang Guo with a sinister gaze, and said with a forced smile, "Yang Guo, what a show of power you have! You've only been away from the sect for a few days, and you already dare to try and kill your master?"

Yang Guo looked at Zhao Zhijing, his brows furrowing slightly, thinking to himself that this old bastard was actually spying on him nearby.

"Uncle Zhao, stop pretending to be all high and mighty." Yang Guo toyed with the withered branch in his hand, his face full of disdain. "You saw clearly what that lecherous scoundrel was trying to do, didn't you? What? The Quanzhen Sect not only produces lecherous scoundrels, but also hypocrites like you who protect lecherous scoundrels?"

Zhao Zhijing's face darkened when his intentions were exposed. He had indeed been following Yin Zhiping, intending to catch him in the act after he made a serious mistake, so that he could use that to blackmail Yin Zhiping into working for him. Who knew that Yang Guo would ruin his plans.

"Nonsense! Whatever Junior Brother Yin has done, the sect rules will deal with it. It's not your place, a junior, to lay a hand on him." Zhao Zhijing brandished his longsword, assuming a fighting stance. "Today, I will cleanse the Quanzhen Sect of its filth and take you in as a disciple! Junior Brother Yin, what are you waiting for? Join forces!"

Yin Zhiping snapped out of his daze, gritted his teeth, raised his longsword, and stood beside Zhao Zhijing. Although he felt guilty, he had no choice but to stand with Zhao Zhijing to save his own life.

"Two against one? Have you no shame?"

Yang Guo chuckled, but his expression turned serious.

In a one-on-one fight, his current internal energy and swordsmanship would be more than enough to defeat either of them. However, the Quanzhen Sect's Heavenly Dipper Formation emphasizes teamwork and is highly versatile; the two can also form the Yin-Yang Sword Technique, which is truly wondrous.

Although the two appear to be on good terms but are actually at odds, they have studied under the same master for decades, and their combined power should not be underestimated.

More importantly, he only had a withered tree branch, while his opponent had a fine steel longsword.

"superior!"

At Zhao Zhijing's command, the two attacked Yang Guo from the left and right, forming a pincer movement.

Zhao Zhijing's swordsmanship was ruthless and vicious, specializing in attacking the lower body; Yin Zhiping's swordsmanship was upright and peaceful, yet it blocked Yang Guo's escape route.

Yang Guo used the "Snake Walking and Fox Flipping" technique from the Nine Yin Manual, his figure weaving between the two sword lights like a ghost.

"Jingle bells!"

The withered branches clashed repeatedly with the two swords.

Relying on his sixteen years of refined internal energy, Yang Guo's every strike made the two men's hands go numb. Although he had not yet grasped the essence of swordsmanship in his Chongyang Sword Technique, his moves were exquisite and unparalleled, often striking from unbelievable angles, forcing the two men to parry and defend themselves.

After thirty moves, Yang Guo gradually began to feel the strain.

Although he had the advantage in internal strength, the withered tree branch was still fragile, and it was now full of gaps, ready to break at any moment. Moreover, he also had to take care of Xiaolongnu behind him and could not stray too far, which greatly limited his movement skills.

"Um……"

Just then, a very suppressed groan came from behind.

Her voice was alluring and captivating, yet tinged with a hint of pain.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced back amidst his busy schedule.

At this moment, Xiaolongnu's face was so red that it was almost dripping blood, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, her eyes were glazed and unfocused, and although her body could not move, it was trembling slightly. It was clear that the effects of the "Hehuan Powder" had taken hold, and if it was not relieved in time, she might suffer a qi deviation.

Oh no! We can't afford to get entangled with these two old fogies any longer!

"Get out of here!"

Yang Guo roared, no longer holding back, and unleashed a burst of violent energy from the withered branch.

"Snap!"

The withered branch in his hand could not withstand the internal force and shattered inch by inch.

However, the shattered wood chips, under the influence of internal force, transformed into hidden weapons that rained down on Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping.

"what!"

The two men were surprised by Yang Guo's unexpected move and hurriedly swung their swords to block, but they were still hit by several pieces of wood, leaving several bloody cuts on their faces and bodies, forcing them to retreat.

Taking advantage of the opening, Yang Guo turned around and scooped up Xiaolongnu from the ground.

He didn't use any gentle carrying method; instead, to make it easier to travel, he simply lifted her up by the waist and held her tightly against his chest.

"You two better wash your necks clean and wait; I'll take your lives another day!"

After uttering a harsh remark, Yang Guo lightly touched the ground with his toes, unleashing the Golden Goose Skill to its fullest extent. He tapped the treetops several times, instantly leaping several meters away and speeding towards the Tomb of the Living Dead.

"Chase him! Don't let him get away!" Zhao Zhijing roared angrily, drawing his sword to give chase.

"Senior brother... don't chase after him..." Yin Zhiping clutched his chest, his face pale, and called out to him, "The ancient tomb... it's a forbidden area... the mechanisms are intricate... and... and I'm injured..."

Zhao Zhijing stopped and turned to look at the disheveled Yin Zhiping, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"waste!"

He spat fiercely, staring at the direction Yang Guo had disappeared in, his eyes filled with a terrifyingly gloomy expression.