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

The mist in the woods hadn't completely dissipated, and it clung to my face, making it sticky and uncomfortable.

Zhao Zhijing trudged through the muddy ground covered in decaying leaves, his boots caked with mud. He cleaved through the thorns blocking his path with a single sword stroke, his face even more grim than the miasma emanating from the forest.

"Senior brother... are we going any further?" Yin Zhiping followed behind, panting. "We're almost deep in the mountains. What if Ouyang Feng... is really inside..."

"Shut up!"

Zhao Zhijing turned around and glared at him. "That old poisoner, carrying a half-dead Yang Guo, thinks he can fly? You saw that pile of chicken bones too, they're nearby! If you don't want to be expelled from the sect, you'd better keep your eyes peeled!"

Yin Zhiping shrank back, not daring to utter another word.

He felt uneasy.

This back mountain was a forbidden area, and even birds were rarely seen there. Now, as they went deeper into the mountains, it was so quiet that there wasn't even the sound of insects chirping. The only sound was the rustling of the two people's footsteps on the fallen leaves, which sent chills down their spines.

There's a cave ahead.

Zhao Zhijing suddenly stopped, lowered his body, and pointed to a rock wall covered with vines in front of him.

Yin Zhiping looked in that direction and indeed saw a dark hole in the air.

The wind is blowing from over there.

A strange smell entered my nose.

fishy.

There was also a strong smell of Chinese medicine, like a toxic, over-cooked medicine, mixed with a kind of sweet and cloying aroma that was hard to describe.

"This is..." Yin Zhiping wrinkled his nose, "It smells so strange."

A glint flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "The smell of medicine. That old poisoner Ouyang Feng is most skilled at manipulating these poisons and drugs. Looks like we've found the right place."

He gripped the sword hilt and made a gesture to Yin Zhiping.

The two held their breath, crouched low, and, using the bushes for cover, slowly made their way towards the cave entrance.

The closer you get, the stronger the smell becomes.

There were no guards at the entrance to the cave.

There wasn't even a proper mechanism.

Zhao Zhijing pressed his ear against the wall at the cave entrance and listened for a while. It was quiet inside, with only extremely faint breathing sounds.

"There's only one person," Zhao Zhijing mouthed to Yin Zhiping. "His breathing is weak, like he's suffered internal injuries."

Yang Guo?

Yin Zhiping's eyes lit up.

If it were that little bastard Yang Guo who was injured and lying inside, that would be a miracle!

Zhao Zhijing had obviously thought of this as well. He gave Yin Zhiping a wink, and the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, suddenly rushed into the cave entrance, their longswords drawn, gleaming coldly.

"You little beast! Where do you think you're going..."

Zhao Zhijing's shout was cut short halfway through when it was abruptly cut off in his throat.

The scene before him made his hand holding the sword tremble violently.

The cave was small and dimly lit.

There was indeed a person under the inner rock wall.

But it wasn't Yang Guo.

It wasn't Ouyang Feng either.

It was a woman.

A woman who is extremely beautiful, yet whose situation is extremely strange.

She was wearing a gaudy peach-pink dress with a slightly open neckline, which made it hard to conceal her voluptuous figure.

His hair was a little messy, and a few strands were stuck to his cheeks with sweat.

That face was breathtakingly beautiful, yet chillingly cold.

"The Crimson...Crimson Fairy?!"

The moment Yin Zhiping saw that face clearly, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

In the martial arts world, the name Li Mochou is synonymous with death. She's a ruthless killer, her methods vicious; even the elders of the Quanzhen Sect would frown at the mere mention of her name.

"Run! Run!"

With only one thought in his mind, Yin Zhiping turned around and was about to rush out.

"stop!"

Zhao Zhijing grabbed him by the back of his collar and yanked him back forcefully. "You piece of trash! Look carefully before you run!"

Yin Zhiping turned around, trembling.

Li Mochou remained leaning against the rock wall, her posture unchanged.

Those eyes, which should have been filled with murderous intent, were now fixed on them, but they revealed a sense of powerlessness, and even... a hint of panic.

She wanted to move.

But his body felt like it was filled with lead, and only his fingertips trembled slightly.

"She...she can't move?" Yin Zhiping was stunned.

Zhao Zhijing narrowed his eyes and did not immediately step forward. Instead, he picked up a piece of gravel from the ground, gathered his strength, and flicked it with a "whoosh".

Snapped.

The pebbles hit Li Mochou's shoulder.

Under normal circumstances, anyone who dared to do this would have already been struck by the Ice Soul Silver Needle and gone to meet the King of Hell.

But now, Li Mochou only let out a muffled groan, her brows furrowed, her body still stiff in place, unable to even raise her hand to block.

"Haha! Hahahaha!"

Zhao Zhijing suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the cave. "So that's it! So their acupoints were sealed!"

He sheathed his longsword and strode over.

This is Li Mochou!

That female demon who struck fear into the hearts of countless martial arts heroes, that aloof and arrogant fairy who regarded men as worthless!

Now it's like a tiger with its teeth pulled, completely at his mercy.

"Who...who are you?"

Li Mochou gritted her teeth, her voice hoarse and weak. She tried to mobilize her internal energy to open her acupoints, but her dantian was empty. Ouyang Feng's acupoint sealing technique, which involved practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, not only restricted her movements but also dispersed her energy.

"who I am?"

Zhao Zhijing walked up to her, looking down at her with a disdainful gaze that roamed over her body. "I am Zhao Zhijing of the Quanzhen Sect. You must be a forgetful immortal, perhaps you have never heard of my humble name."

His gaze fell on Li Mochou's peach-colored dress, and a lewd smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so this is the renowned Red Serpent Fairy? I thought she was a pure and ascetic cultivator, always dressed in a Taoist robe. I never expected..."

Zhao Zhijing drew his sword from its sheath, picked up a strand of Li Mochou's hair, and sniffed it. "Dressed so... provocatively in private? This color, even the most glamorous courtesans in brothels probably wouldn't dare wear it, would they?"

"roll!"

Li Mochou's eyes practically spit fire. "Get your dirty hands off me!"

"Dirty hands?"

Zhao Zhijing's face darkened, and with a "slap," he slapped Li Mochou across the face.

The crisp sound was particularly jarring inside the cave.

Li Mochou's head tilted to the side after being hit, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

She looked at Zhao Zhijing in disbelief.

Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs.

She had never suffered such a humiliation in her entire life.

"If it were before, you could kill me with the flick of a finger." Zhao Zhijing squatted down, looking directly at Li Mochou, "But now, you're just a piece of meat on a chopping board."

"Senior brother..." Yin Zhiping stood behind, watching this scene, feeling a chill run down his spine. "Since she can't move, we can just kill her, consider it ridding the martial world of a scourge. Isn't...isn't this a bit unnecessary?"

"kill?"

Zhao Zhijing glanced back at Yin Zhiping as if he were an idiot. "Such a good opportunity, wouldn't it be a waste to kill him?"

He turned his head and looked at Li Mochou again, his eyes filled with greed.

"Junior Brother Yin, do you know how many disciples of my Quanzhen Sect this woman has killed? Uncle Sun's disciple died at her hands! If I were to kill him with a single sword strike, how could I face my fallen comrades?"

"Then... then what do you want?" Yin Zhiping swallowed.

"how?"

Zhao Zhijing chuckled, his gaze turning extremely lewd. "I heard the Ancient Tomb Sect practices some kind of Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, which requires one to remain chaste. Look at her now, disheveled, her face flushed, and this cave reeks of that medicinal smell..."

He pointed to the empty bowl on the ground.

"It must have been that old monster Ouyang Feng who captured her, drugged her, and used her as a furnace for practicing his skills."

The more Zhao Zhijing talked, the more convinced he became that he had guessed the truth.

"If that old drug lord can do it, why can't I, Zhao Zhijing?"

Zhao Zhijing's eyes lingered greedily over Li Mochou's body. "The Red Serpent Fairy... so many men dream of touching her, even if it means death. Today, this great opportunity has fallen into our laps, it must be the will of heaven."

Li Mochou trembled all over.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of disgust.

This disgust even surpassed my previous feelings towards Yang Guo.

At least Yang Guo was... he was forced into it, and that kid was handsome, unlike this old Taoist priest who spews vulgarities and has such lewd eyes that it makes you want to vomit.

"Zhao Zhijing..." Li Mochou stared intently at him, enunciating each word clearly, "As long as I live, I will tear you to pieces and feed your flesh to the dogs!"

"That depends on whether you're lucky enough to have it!"

Zhao Zhijing felt uneasy under her gaze, and in a fit of anger and embarrassment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Li Mochou's front.

With a "whoosh" sound.

The already thin, peach-colored dress was torn open.

More skin is exposed to the air.

"Junior Brother Yin! What are you standing there for?!" Zhao Zhijing roared without turning his head. "Come here! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! You've never tasted a woman before, have you?"

"After we've had our way with her, we can kill her. Who will know it was us? We can just pin it on Ouyang Feng, and who would doubt it?"

Yin Zhiping was pale and his legs were trembling.

He looked at Li Mochou, whose clothes were disheveled, and felt a momentary flutter in his heart.

But more than anything, it was fear.

There was also a hint of instinctive resistance.

"No...no...this violates the sect rules..." Yin Zhiping took a step back.

"Rules my ass!"

Zhao Zhijing stood up, walked a few steps to Yin Zhiping, grabbed his collar, and glared at him fiercely. "You think you can get away with this now? We're in the same boat! You saw that slap just now. If she gets out of here alive, do you think she'll let you off the hook? Don't forget, you're the one who brought me here!"

Yin Zhiping was completely flustered by the yelling: "Then...then..."

"Don't pretend to be a gentleman!" Zhao Zhijing sneered. "You dream of that Dragon Girl every night, do you think I don't know? This Li Mochou is also from the Ancient Tomb Sect, a fellow disciple of Little Dragon Girl, and she's just as beautiful. You can treat it as if you're playing with that Dragon Girl, isn't that the same thing?"

These words struck Yin Zhiping like a knife to the heart.

Dragon Girl.

Sisters.

Yin Zhiping's eyes began to cloud over, and his breathing became rapid.

He looked at Li Mochou in the corner.

In a daze, that beautiful face seemed to overlap with that cold, aloof figure under the moon that night.

Zhao Zhijing noticed Yin Zhiping's wavering and pushed him towards Li Mochou.

"Go! This first soup is for you to drink first, senior brother!"

Zhao Zhijing did not have good intentions.

He wanted to drag Yin Zhiping down with him.

Once Yin Zhiping makes a move, it's a pledge of allegiance; he can never betray Zhao Zhijing for the rest of his life.

Yin Zhiping staggered two steps and stopped in front of Li Mochou.

Li Mochou closed her eyes in despair.

A tear slid down the corner of her eye.

She had imagined dying at the hands of her enemies, at the hands of Ouyang Feng, and even dying from qi deviation.

But I never imagined it would end up like this.

They were so humiliated and trampled upon by two despicable and shameless scoundrels of the Quanzhen Sect who would never even give them a second glance.

I knew so...

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have let Yang Guo leave.

That little rascal, though shameless and frivolous, still took advantage of her...

But at least there was no such disgusting stench around him.

"Yang Guo..."

Li Mochou called out this name in her heart.

As long as that little bastard comes back now and kills those two beasts, she'll be willing to be his slave from now on.

Yin Zhiping's hand trembled as he reached out to Li Mochou.

Zhao Zhijing stood to the side, arms crossed, watching the spectacle with a lewd grin, urging her with vulgarities, "Hurry up! Stop dawdling like a woman! Strip her clothes off!"

Yin Zhiping's fingers touched Li Mochou's shoulder.

Li Mochou suddenly opened her eyes, and those eyes no longer held murderous intent, but rather a death wish that was extremely tragic.

Since I can't move, I'll bite my tongue and commit suicide.

Even if it means death, we cannot let those two beasts succeed!

Just as she was about to bite off the tip of her tongue.

A light, cheerful whistle suddenly came from the cave entrance.

Someone was playing an unknown tune, with a cheerful rhythm and even a touch of nonchalance.

Immediately afterwards, a lazy voice rang out from the cave entrance.

"Oh?"

"This cave is quite lively today."

"I was only out for a short while, and mice got into the house? Two big mice dressed in Taoist robes?"

The voice wasn't loud; it even sounded somewhat nonchalant.

But to Li Mochou's ears, it sounded like heavenly music.

She turned her head sharply and looked at the cave entrance.

The figure against the light was slender and upright.

He was carrying a large pile of colorful fabrics in his arms, and wearing a glittering pearl necklace around his neck, looking like a nouveau riche who had just swept through the market.

Yang Guo.

Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping were also startled and turned around abruptly.

When Zhao Zhijing saw who it was, he was first stunned, then his face lit up with ecstatic joy.

"Yang Guo?!"

"You choose the path to hell when there's a way to heaven!"

With a clang, Zhao Zhijing drew his longsword, pointing it at Yang Guo. "Perfect! I'll pair you and this vixen together. Today I'll clean house and send you two, you two scoundrels, on your way!"

Yang Guo ignored the sword pointing at him.

His gaze passed over Zhao Zhijing and landed on Li Mochou in the corner.

I saw the red, swollen handprint on her face.

I saw her torn collar.

And her eyes, filled with tears, suddenly bursting with hope amidst despair.

The playful smile on Yang Guo's face slowly disappeared.

He gently placed the fabric in his arms on the ground, his movements slow and delicate, as if afraid of soiling the newly bought clothes.

Then, he looked up.

Those usually smiling peach blossom eyes were now icy cold.

"Zhao Zhijing".

Yang Guo called out softly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down Zhao Zhijing's spine for no apparent reason.

"My woman, how dare you touch her?"