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

The ancient tomb's stone chamber was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

Yang Guo sat cross-legged on the headboard of the cold jade bed, his palms pressed tightly against Xiaolongnu's back.

The touch was incredibly hot. The extreme cold of the Jade Bed invaded from below, while the fiery toxins in Xiaolongnu's body, triggered by the Hehuan Powder, burst forth from within. The two opposing forces clashed violently.

"Sizzle—"

White mist rose, and the sweat evaporated instantly before it could even flow.

Yang Guo's temple throbbed slightly; he was in great pain.

Before him stood the usually aloof and cold Dragon Sister. Her snow-white skin was now flushed with an alluring pink, and a faint, delicate fragrance wafted into his nostrils, reaching straight to his head.

On one side was the extreme cold of the millennia-old jade, and on the other was the burning body temperature of the beauty in his arms.

This extreme contrast of hot and cold was like repeatedly frying his willpower in a pan of oil.

"Amitabha... No, I am a disciple of Quanzhen Buddhism, I should be reciting 'Taishang Laojun's urgent decree'..."

Yang Guo closed his eyes tightly, muttering to himself, trying to suppress the restless fire in his heart, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form... This is not healing, this is clearly a test of the revolutionary will of an old cadre!"

Although he usually prides himself on being an "old driver" with his mind full of indescribable stunts and aspires to be a tasteful "Cao Cao," when it comes to the real battle, especially with the usually unapproachable Dragon Sister as his opponent, he can't quite control himself.

"call……"

Yang Guo exhaled a long breath, attempting to calm his mind and mobilize the pure internal energy he had accumulated over sixteen years in his dantian. This internal energy, refined by the Yi Jin Jing and Duan Gu chapters of the Nine Yin Manual, was of extremely high quality. At this moment, it slowly flowed into Xiaolongnu's body through the Laogong acupoint in her palm.

However, an unexpected change occurred.

As soon as the internal energy entered Xiaolongnu's meridians, it not only failed to guide the heat poison as expected, but instead disappeared without a trace, instantly spiraling out of control.

"Um……"

A muffled groan escaped Xiaolongnu's throat, barely suppressed.

The voice was sweet and soft, with a hint of unbearable pain, but to Yang Guo, it made his bones go weak.

His hand trembled, and he almost lost control of his internal energy.

"Sister Long, I'm begging you, please don't make a sound, okay?" Yang Guo gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in cold sweat. "You're testing my limits!"

The situation was worse than he had imagined.

The "Hehuan Powder" was extremely potent, not only igniting her lust but also triggering a backlash from Xiaolongnu's own internal energy. Most critically, several major acupoints on her back showed bruises—the result of Ouyang Feng's acupoint-sealing technique.

The old poison master practices reversing the meridians, and his acupressure techniques are also done in reverse.

At this moment, Xiaolongnu's meridians were flowing in reverse, and the effects of the Hehuan Powder were rampant. As soon as Yang Guo's orthodox Quanzhen internal energy touched those major acupoints, he felt a strong force rebound back, even eroding his arm in the opposite direction.

"what!"

Xiaolongnu's body trembled violently; the intense pain aggravated the effects of the medicine, causing her to completely lose her senses.

She turned around abruptly, her eyes filled with tears and unfocused.

"It's hot...Guo'er...I feel uncomfortable..."

She grabbed at Yang Guo's neck with both hands, wrapping her arms around him like an octopus, clinging to him without a care in the world.

Warm and fragrant, soft and tender, my heart is burning hot.

Yang Guo felt as if the dam of reason was being torn apart by the flood.

His red lips were only inches away from the tip of his nose, and they could even smell each other's breath.

"Help me..." she murmured in his ear, her voice trembling with tears, her hands scratching wildly at his back, her nails scraping against his skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Yang Guo's whole body stiffened.

He's a normal man. Faced with this level of temptation, even if Liu Xiahui were to be resurrected, he would probably have to kneel down and sing "Conquer".

He only needs to lower his head slightly to get a kiss.

If he goes along with it, things will get done tonight.

Anyway, it was Yin Zhiping who administered the medicine and Ouyang Feng who applied the acupoints. Yang Guo was just doing his best to save people in an emergency. Who could say no?

The little devil inside him was waving his flag wildly, shouting encouragement: "Go! If not now, when? This is the goddess you've been dreaming of!"

Yang Guo's hand was already uncontrollably about to fall towards Xiaolongnu's waist.

At the very last moment.

"Snap!"

Yang Guo suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.

The sharp pain jolted his feverish brain back to a more alert state.

"Yang Guo, if you take advantage of someone in distress, how are you any different from that scumbag Yin Zhiping?"

"I may be lustful, and I want to sleep with you too, but not now! If you're going to be a traitor, be a traitor with class! I wouldn't stoop to such despicable tactics!"

He took a deep breath, forcefully gripped Xiaolongnu's wrist, and suppressed that fleeting romantic thought deep in his heart.

We must find a way to break this deadlock.

Conventional internal energy is insufficient, and the cold jade bed cannot suppress it. This poison is a yin poison, and this acupoint is a reverse meridian. It is extremely yin and extremely evil.

Then we must use the most yang and the most powerful force to break it!

In a flash, the martial arts techniques left behind on the forbidden stone tablet flashed through Yang Guo's mind.

The "One-Finger Divine Skill" left behind by Wang Chongyang and the Duan family of Dali!

Wang Chongyang traveled to Dali to learn the One-Finger Divine Skill in order to counter Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance. The One-Finger Divine Skill is purely yang and righteous, specifically designed to break through all evil and malevolent techniques!

Although Yang Guo has only reached the peak of the seventh rank and has not yet reached the level of being able to move freely in mid-air, it should be enough for close combat at this moment!

"We're doing this as a last resort!"

Without further hesitation, Yang Guo changed his right hand from a palm to a finger, and the pure internal energy he had accumulated over sixteen years circulated wildly, converging entirely at the tip of his index finger.

The fingertips instantly became engorged with blood and turned crimson, faintly radiating a scorching heat that seemed to distort the surrounding air.

"Sister Long, bear with it, it might hurt a little..."

Yang Guo whispered something, and with lightning speed, his fingertips struck the "Jianjing" acupoint on Xiaolongnu's shoulder.

"Sizzle—"

When the fingertips touched the skin, a slight sound was produced, like a red-hot iron block falling into water.

"Ah~"

A soft cry escaped from Xiaolongnu's mouth.

The touch brought both a burning and stinging sensation, as well as an indescribable tingling, numbness, and itching sensation, which instantly traveled throughout the body along the meridians.

That feeling was a hundred times stronger than simple pain; even the soul trembled at the touch of that finger.

Yang Guo's hand trembled, and he almost lost his inner energy.

That voice... it's so captivating.

He felt as if he wasn't saving people, but rather carrying out an execution, and a particularly indecent one at that.

A triple bombardment of sight, hearing, and touch.

But he couldn't stop. All thirty-six major acupoints on his body had to be activated in one go; if he paused even slightly, the heat toxins would flow back and attack his heart, rendering all his previous efforts futile.

"Zhongfu!"

"Cloud Gate!"

"Heavenly Lake!"

Yang Guo's fingers flew across the air, his accuracy in locating acupoints pinpointing them. With each touch, Xiaolongnu trembled violently, and her originally pale skin flushed crimson.

She squirmed and struggled in my arms.

Yang Guo was covered in sweat. When he touched the "Shanzhong" acupoint on his chest, his hand stopped in mid-air.

That position... was too dangerous.

At this moment, Xiaolongnu's clothes were disheveled, and she was partially visible.

Yang Guo's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the sound of him swallowing was exceptionally clear. He felt a surge of heat rush to the top of his head, and his nasal cavity felt warm, as if something was about to flow down.

"Do not look at what is improper, do not look at what is improper..."

Yang Guo closed his eyes and relied entirely on his familiarity with acupoints to cast the spell.

"Excuse me!"

He let out a low shout, his fingertips imbued with pure Yang energy, and slammed down heavily.

It hits right in the center of the chest!

He felt an amazingly bouncy and soft texture on his fingertips, but he didn't dare to linger for a moment. He frantically circulated his internal energy, directly dispelling the pent-up frustration in his chest.

"uh-huh!"

Xiaolongnu collapsed, as if all the bones in her body had been removed, and fell completely into Yang Guo's arms.

Only one place remains.

The Yintang acupoint between the eyebrows!

This is the central hub, and also the exit point for expelling the poison.

Yang Guo suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze bloodshot. Ignoring his extreme exhaustion, he roared, "Break!"

The finger is placed heavily on Xiaolongnu's forehead.

"boom!"

Xiaolongnu's body trembled violently, and all 720 pores on her body opened instantly, spewing out a thick pink mist from her body.

The mist, carrying an extremely sweet fragrance, instantly filled the entire stone chamber, so thick it was suffocating.

The Jade Bed seemed to sense this evil energy. It shone brightly with white light and surged with cold air, completely enveloping and freezing the pink mist. Finally, it turned into specks of pink ice crystals, which fell to the ground like a snowfall of peach blossoms.

As the poisonous gas dissipated, the flush on Xiaolongnu's body quickly faded, and she regained her jade-like paleness.

"call……"

Yang Guo let out a long breath, feeling completely exhausted, and fell backward, slumping onto the cold jade bed.

He was drenched in cold sweat, his clothes clinging damply to his body, making him extremely uncomfortable. The ordeal he had just endured, though without a real fight, had taken a toll on his energy and spirit far greater than a battle with Ouyang Feng.

"This job is absolutely inhuman."

Yang Guo raised his hand, casually wiped away the blood from his nose, and looked at the sleeping Little Dragon Girl in his arms.

At this moment, she was quiet and still, her brows and eyes relaxed, like an unsuspecting porcelain doll. Gone was her usual icy demeanor, and gone was her earlier alluring charm; only a delicate fragility remained, making one want to protect her.

A strange sense of accomplishment welled up in Yang Guo's heart.

"So, I guess I've finally proven myself a true gentleman, remaining unmoved even with a woman in my lap? Who's going to dare call me shameless now?"

He chuckled self-deprecatingly and reached out to straighten her disheveled clothes. Although it was covered up, the image from just now was deeply imprinted in his mind, one he would probably never forget for the rest of his life.

Yang Guo looked at her smooth, full forehead and his heart stirred.

"I saved your life, so charging a little interest isn't unreasonable, is it?"

He lowered his head as if possessed and gently kissed her forehead.

It feels slightly cool to the touch and carries a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Yang Guo wasn't being shameless; he simply parted ways immediately. This kiss was devoid of any lust, filled only with tenderness and relief.

I'm so glad I made it in time. I'm so glad I held the line.

"Go to sleep, Sister Dragon."

Yang Guo adjusted her position, letting her rest her head in the crook of his arm so she could sleep more comfortably.

Sleepiness crept in.

He had been under immense mental strain, but now that he relaxed, exhaustion overwhelmed him instantly. Yang Guo tilted his head to the side and leaned against the stone wall, falling asleep instantly.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

The chill in the stone chamber remained.

Little Dragon Girl's eyelashes trembled slightly as her consciousness gradually returned.

She felt sore all over, as if she had been taken apart and put back together, with every inch of her meridians protesting. In particular, several major acupoints were throbbing with waves of soreness, numbness, and distension.

Memories begin to return.

A sea of ​​flowers... Quanzhen Sect... Yin Zhiping... Pink smoke...

A wave of unbearable heat and a complete loss of reason washed over me.

She remembers feeling terrible, remembers clinging to someone, remembers saying all sorts of shameless things...

Little Dragon Girl suddenly opened her eyes.

Before my eyes were the familiar stone chamber ceiling and walls. Beneath me lay a cold, jade bed.

But behind it... was a warm wall.

A large hand was casually placed on her waist, and the fingers were even unconsciously hooking her belt.

The warm breath was spraying onto the back of her neck, making her feel a little itchy.

Little Dragon Girl's body stiffened instantly.

She slowly lowered her head, looked at the hand, and then slowly turned her head away.

A familiar face came into view.

Yang Guo was lying on his side next to her, fast asleep, with glistening drool at the corner of his mouth, as if he were having a sweet dream.

The two were in an extremely ambiguous position. She was practically embedded in Yang Guo's arms, and although her clothes were on, there were obvious signs that they had been undone.

Those fragmented memories from before suddenly became crystal clear.

She remembered that he carried her back.

I remember he took off his clothes and practiced his internal energy.

I remember that when I was delirious, I hugged him and begged him...

Little Dragon Girl felt as if her face was on fire, so red that it was almost dripping blood.

Even though I knew he was trying to save me. Even though I knew the situation was critical.

but……

This is so embarrassing! And he actually used that... that pressure point technique?

Xiaolongnu felt a mix of emotions.

She just stood there, frozen, unsure whether to move or not.

The familiar masculine scent enveloped her, giving her a long-lost sense of peace on the cold jade bed.

She looked at Yang Guo's sleeping face, her gaze extremely complex.

She remembered that when she was delirious and actively seeking pleasure, it was he who pushed her away. It was also he who, in an extremely painful and mentally exhausting way, helped her expel the toxins.

This usually glib and unruly little rascal... is actually a gentleman?

Or……

A ridiculous thought suddenly popped into Xiaolongnu's mind: Is this kid not good enough?

He was already under the influence of aphrodisiacs, and in that state, he didn't use the simplest antidote method. Instead, he went through all this trouble, torturing himself to the point of near death.

The moment this thought arose, it made Xiaolongnu feel extremely irritated, and even a little bit frustrated.

Seeing that Yang Guo was still sleeping soundly, her temper flared up again.

Just then, Yang Guo behind him seemed to be dreaming, dreaming of two freshly steamed buns, wanting to test whether the dough had risen well.

Then, out of habit, I pinched it.

"Hmm...not bad...these steamed buns should be cooked through..."

He mumbled something in his sleep.

Little Dragon Girl's face instantly turned red to the roots of her neck.

"Yang Guo!"

A cold, angry shout resounded in the stone chamber.