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

The bell of the Quanzhen Sect still echoed in the distance, startling a flock of forest birds.

Beside the broken stone at the entrance of the ancient tomb, wild grass grows taller than a person.

Yang Guo helped Li Mochou, shuffling them in with uneven steps. Li Mochou was heavy, with most of her weight resting on Yang Guo's injured shoulder. He grimaced in pain, but dared not abandon this female demon.

After all, once it's stamped, it's considered one of our own.

"We're here." Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the cave entrance hidden by vines. "Once we're in here, this is our territory. Even if that bastard Zhao Zhijing had ten lives, he wouldn't dare to venture into the ancient tomb."

Li Mochou looked up at the familiar stone gate, her expression somewhat dazed.

Ever since he stormed off in a huff and vowed never to set foot in the ancient tomb again, he never imagined he would return in such a wretched state.

"Junior sister... might not let me in." Li Mochou leaned against the stone wall, her voice slightly weak. "You know her temperament. She can't tolerate any injustice."

"Don't worry." Yang Guo patted his chest, his face pale but his tone firm. "In this family, my word still carries weight. Sister Long... she's actually cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Just watch me, I won't say anything, I'll just play the pitiful card."

As they were talking.

call--

A gust of wind suddenly swept up.

There was no large-scale sandstorm, but the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

A white figure appeared without warning three zhang away.

She stood in the shadow cast by the treetops, dressed in pure white, untouched by a speck of dust. Yet, her usually calm and serene eyes now held a hint of scrutiny, a touch of coldness, and a hint of something indescribable…resentment.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

broken.

Something's off about that look in his eyes.

It doesn't look like he's looking at an apprentice; it looks more like he's looking at... a runaway servant?

"Teacher...Long?" Yang Guo called out instinctively, then immediately corrected himself, "Sister Long!"

Li Mochou stiffened, instinctively trying to circulate her internal energy, but this aggravated her injuries, causing her to groan in pain. Looking at her junior sister, whom she hadn't seen for only a few days, she felt a mix of emotions.

It's even more beautiful now.

It's also colder now.

That kind of coldness comes from the very bones, unlike Li Mochou, who, despite being known as the Red Serpent Fairy and killing without hesitation, always had a fire burning in her heart. Xiaolongnu, on the other hand, was truly a person forged from ice and snow.

"You're back?"

Little Dragon Girl spoke.

Her voice was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger. Her gaze swept over Li Mochou, lingering for a moment on their tightly clasped arms, before casually looking away.

He did not draw his sword directly.

There were no questions asked.

The reaction was so calm that it sent a chill down Yang Guo's spine.

"Um... Sister, let me explain." Yang Guo released his grip on Li Mochou's hand, took two steps forward, and plastered a fawning smile on his face. "Something unexpected happened last night. My father went mad again, and those Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect..."

No explanation needed.

Little Dragon Girl interrupted him.

She took a step forward, emerging from the shadows. The sunlight shone on the cinnabar dot between her brows, making it appear exceptionally alluring.

She looked at Yang Guo, slightly raised her chin, and had an arrogant expression, just like the "Empress" described in Yang Guo's script last night.

"I'm asking you a question."

Little Dragon Girl parted her red lips slightly and uttered three words.

Yang Guo's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

isn't it?

Are we still going to perform?

Here? In front of Li Mochou?

"Did you find what I sent you to find?" Little Dragon Girl asked coldly, her hands behind her back. "I sent you to prepare the props, and what did you do? You didn't come home all night. Do you think my blade can't cut off your head?"

Li Mochou was stunned.

I?

What, "I, the Emperor"?

Is my junior sister suffering a qi deviation during her cultivation? Or has the Ancient Tomb Sect undergone a change of leadership?

She looked at Yang Guo with a puzzled expression, only to see that the boy had a constipated look on his face, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and his back was bent like a boiled shrimp.

"Um... Your Majesty..." Yang Guo forced himself to continue, his voice trembling, "This servant... this servant knows his crime. I encountered some trouble on the way, which delayed me. The props... I couldn't find the props, but this servant brought your senior sister back."

He pointed to Li Mochou behind him, trying to change the subject.

Little Dragon Girl didn't even glance at Li Mochou.

Her attention was now entirely focused on Yang Guo. The pent-up "acting addiction" from last night, coupled with the anxiety of not being able to find him, was now being channeled into a tirade against this "disobedient little eunuch" in front of her.

"Useless thing."

Little Dragon Girl snorted coldly and flicked her wide sleeves.

"Since the dragon robe wasn't found, then so be it. But this rule cannot be broken."

She walked up to Yang Guo, extended a slender, white finger, lifted his chin, and looked down at him with disdain: "Little Guo, have you forgotten your place?"

Li Mochou felt that her cerebellum was atrophying.

Xiao Guozi?

What is this term?

Only palace eunuchs call them that!

Moreover, judging from Yang Guo's submissive and timid demeanor, he was clearly already used to this title!

Li Mochou's gaze instantly shifted downwards, staring intently at Yang Guo's lower body.

The scene from this morning resurfaced in my mind.

This guy clearly had feelings for me and was being lewd, but when it came to the real thing, he insisted that he was "not good enough," "injured," and "out of strength."

She actually believed the boy's nonsense at the time, and she was seriously injured and exhausted.

Now it seems...

It's not an internal injury at all!

He's really "gone"!

"Junior Sister!" Li Mochou suddenly pushed aside the stone wall, staggered over, and pulled Yang Guo behind her.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she pointed at Xiaolongnu, her fingers trembling: "You...you have such a cruel heart!"

Little Dragon Girl frowned.

She looked at her suddenly crazed senior sister with a bewildered expression: "Me, ruthless?"

"You still won't admit it!" Li Mochou's chest heaved violently with rage, her voice shrill. "He was a perfectly good man! How could you... how could you castrate him just to practice that Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, just to uphold the rules of the Ancient Tomb!"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Yang Guo's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

What the hell?

Castrated?

Who? Me?

Little Dragon Girl was also stunned. Although she didn't understand matters between men and women, nor did she understand those vulgar words, she still understood the meaning of the words "castrated".

After all, the eunuchs in the palace were all castrated men.

This was also the "knowledge point" that Yang Guo explained to her last night.

"Since he has entered my Ancient Tomb, he is a member of the Ancient Tomb." Although Xiaolongnu did not understand why Li Mochou was so agitated, she had to play her part completely, and besides, she did not want to explain to Li Mochou.

She replied coldly, "I am the master of this place. I can do whatever I want with him. What, Senior Sister has a problem with that?"

In Xiaolongnu's view, this was just a declaration of sovereignty.

She was an "Empress," and Yang Guo was a "eunuch."

Eunuchs are naturally castrated men.

There's nothing wrong with that logic.

But when these words reached Li Mochou's ears, they were irrefutable evidence!

Admit it!

That viper actually admitted it!

"You...you're absolutely insane!" Li Mochou felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at Xiaolongnu's matter-of-fact demeanor.

She turned around, grabbed Yang Guo's shoulders with both hands, and her eyes were filled with pity and sympathy, with no trace of the previous ferocity.

No wonder.

No wonder this kid was so glib last night and this morning, yet he never dared to cross the line.

No wonder he refrained from touching himself in the cave.

It turns out they were willing but unable!

It turns out he was physically disabled but had a strong will!

"Does it hurt?" Li Mochou looked at Yang Guo, her eyes actually reddening. "When did this happen?"

Yang Guo: "..."

He feels like dying right now.

This is a huge misunderstanding!

If I admit it, what about my dignity as a man? How will I ever face the world again?

If they don't admit it, they'll be ruining Xiaolongnu's show, and Xiaolongnu is still in the story and won't explain herself.

"Um...wife...no, Sister Mochou," Yang Guo stammered, "Actually...it doesn't hurt that much. You get used to it. Really."

He had no choice but to go along with it and try to stabilize the situation first.

"You'll get used to it?" Li Mochou almost burst into tears when she heard this.

What immense suffering and sins must one have endured to utter such words?

She turned around abruptly and stared intently at Xiaolongnu.

At this moment, she was no longer after the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, nor the treasures of the ancient tomb.

She was doing this to get justice for her man!

Although this man is no longer whole, he was forced into it!

"Little Dragon Girl!" Li Mochou gritted her teeth, several Ice Soul Silver Needles somehow appearing in her hand. "If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll fight you to the death! Even if I lose all my martial arts, I'll still bite off a piece of your flesh!"

Little Dragon Girl frowned even more deeply.

Is this senior sister mentally ill?

He was half-dead just a moment ago, how come he suddenly seems to be full of energy?

and……

What did Yang Guo call her just now?

young married woman?

Xiaolongnu narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze passing over Li Mochou and landing on Yang Guo.

"Little Guozi".

Xiaolongnu's voice turned cold, devoid of any warmth or human touch.

"What did you just call her?"

Yang Guo shuddered, feeling a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

It’s over.

On one side is the Red Serpent Fairy, who desperately tries to protect him because she thinks he has been castrated.

On one side is a tomb-raiding girl who is immersed in the Empress's story and has an explosive possessiveness.

Is this the legendary battleground?

But isn't this chaotic situation unfolding a bit strangely?

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" Yang Guo raised his hands, trying to surrender. "Your Majesty... no, Sister Long, please listen to me. Your senior sister is a little confused; she might be too deeply poisoned..."

"Shut up!"

The two women spoke in unison.

Li Mochou shielded Yang Guo behind her like a mother hen protecting her chicks: "Don't be afraid of her! With me here, no one can bully you anymore! And no one will dare make you do...do such lowly things again!"

After saying that, she glared fiercely at Little Dragon Girl: "Hand over his...things! If they can still be reattached, perhaps there's still hope!"

Yang Guo subconsciously squeezed his legs together.

We can't talk today.

Little Dragon Girl tilted her head, looking completely bewildered: "Things? What things?"

"Playing dumb, huh?" Li Mochou sneered. "Since you castrated him, that thing must still be with you! Hand it over!"

Little Dragon Girl remained silent.

She looked at Li Mochou, then at Yang Guo, whose face was filled with despair.

Although she didn't understand why her senior sister insisted on that "thing," she vaguely sensed from Yang Guo's evasive eyes that he seemed to be hiding something from her.

and……

The way her senior sister was protecting Yang Guo made her very unhappy.

I'm very unhappy.

It's like having your own pet dog suddenly being held and comforted by someone else, who then turns around and says the owner is treating the dog badly.

"I won't give it to you."

Little Dragon Girl coldly uttered three words.

She didn't know what it was, but since it belonged to Yang Guo, it was hers.

Why should it be given to someone else?

"He is mine." Little Dragon Girl got into character again, adopting the strongest stance. "Every inch of him belongs to me. I can keep him or cut him off as I please. It's not your place, an outsider, to tell me what to do."

"You think you can just cut me off like that?" Li Mochou trembled with rage. "What...what a cold-blooded and ruthless heir of the Ancient Tomb Sect! Is this how your master taught you?"

"Since you won't give it to me, I'll just take it myself!"

Li Mochou shouted loudly, disregarding her depleted inner strength, and shot out an Ice Soul Silver Needle.

Little Dragon Girl stood still without moving.

She simply raised her hand and gently waved her wide sleeve.

The golden bell on the cuff, like a serpent emerging from its hole, jingled and knocked the silver needle away.

The silver needles contained no internal force whatsoever, and Xiaolongnu immediately saw through it.

"You can't beat me."

The way Xiaolongnu spoke was so calm it was infuriating.

"Little Guozi, I am hungry and wish to eat."

After saying that, she didn't even glance at Li Mochou, and turned to drift away towards the entrance of the ancient tomb.

Only one sentence remained, lingering in the air.

"If you don't serve well, you'll be punished again tonight."

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou's anger nearly set the surrounding woods ablaze.

Should we continue with the punishment?

Another fine?

If that's all gone, how can we punish them?

Are they going to whip me? Or drip candle wax on me?

"Yang Guo!" Li Mochou suddenly grabbed Yang Guo's hand, her nails digging into his flesh. "Don't be afraid. I'll guard you tonight. If she dares to enter your room, I'll die with her!"

Looking at Li Mochou's face, which was twisted with anger yet revealed genuine concern, Yang Guo felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

Although this misunderstanding is quite big.

But this feeling of being protected... it's fucking great.

"Wife..." Yang Guo grasped Li Mochou's hand in return, sighed, "Actually, I think... could we close the door tonight, and I'll show you... it alone?"

"Show?" Li Mochou was taken aback, then tears welled up in her eyes again. "Even at a time like this, you still want to save face? Show what? Show your wounds?"

Yang Guo: "..."

Forget it.

Destroy it.

I can't live like this anymore.