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

The night was darker.

Yin Zhiping sat on a futon, with a small oil lamp in front of him. He held the brush that Yang Guo had startled and dropped earlier; the tip trembled, and ink dripped onto the rice paper, spreading into a dark stain.

Just like his heart right now.

"Yang Guo..."

Yin Zhiping clenched his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Yang Guo's ambiguous smiling eyes would appear right in front of him.

That's the look you give an ant.

"Why should I?!"

Yin Zhiping slammed his pen on the table, his breathing rapid.

He, Yin Zhiping, is the third-generation chief disciple of the Quanzhen Sect and the future successor to the sect leader. Now that the fool Zhao Zhijing is useless, the entire Quanzhen Sect should follow his lead.

But now, he is being humiliated like a dog, trampled underfoot by his own apprentice!

"We can't let this go... absolutely not!"

Yin Zhiping forced himself to calm down. He was a smart man, or rather, a cunning man skilled at concealing his true intentions.

A direct confrontation?

He can't beat Yang Guo. That kid's kung fu is too strange; he has Toad Style, the Nine Yin Manual, and now he's even learned the Quanzhen Swordplay.

To target him from within the Quanzhen Sect?

It was no use. He had clearly seen what happened in the main hall today; even the sect leader Ma Yu and Uncle-Master Qiu were intentionally protecting Yang Guo. Yang Guo was now the savior of the Quanzhen Sect, its face. Anyone who harmed Yang Guo was harming the face of the Quanzhen Sect.

"Oh."

Yin Zhiping suddenly sneered, a venomous glint flashing in his murky eyes.

"Yang Guo, Yang Guo, you shouldn't have forgotten whose nephew you are."

"You can act so arrogantly within the Quanzhen Sect because your masters protect you. But what if it were someone else? Someone who can't tolerate any dissent and has the authority to discipline you?"

Yin Zhiping spread out a brand new sheet of Xuan paper, soaking it in ink.

He was mentally crafting his words.

This letter was written to Guo Jing.

That renowned swordsman, that Uncle Guo who wholeheartedly wanted Yang Guo to succeed.

"To the Venerable Master Guo:"

Yin Zhiping's writing was neat and dignified, exuding an aura of righteousness.

"This humble Taoist priest, Yin Zhiping, bows his head in tears."

"Throughout the past year, although Guo'er has been somewhat mischievous in Zhongnan Mountain, his extraordinary talent has made him very popular. However..."

With a sudden shift in tone, the murderous intent was revealed.

"However, recently, Guo'er's temperament has changed drastically. He is disobedient and has repeatedly defied his elders. What is even more worrying is that he has become involved with Li Mochou, the female demon whom everyone in the martial arts world wants to kill..."

Yin Zhiping paused as he wrote this.

He recalled Yang Guo's words, "There are some people you don't deserve to think about."

That's Little Dragon Girl.

A glint of lust and jealousy flashed in Yin Zhiping's eyes. "If I can't have you, then Yang Guo won't have any peace either!"

He continued writing:

"...Li Mochou was very close to him. Yang Guo was young and ignorant, and was probably bewitched by the beauty of that witch. He spent his days wandering in the Tomb of the Living Dead, not returning to his sect. He even fought against my fellow Quanzhen disciples for that witch."

"Even worse, rumors circulated in the streets that the martial arts practiced by Yang Guo were a heretical art of replenishing yang through the absorption of yin energy..."

"As his master, I am of limited knowledge and ability and am truly powerless to discipline him. If we allow him to continue like this, I fear that Yang Kang will follow in his father's footsteps, fall into the demonic path, and endanger the martial arts world."

"We earnestly beg you, Master Guo, to consider our past friendship and quickly ascend Zhongnan Mountain to rescue Guo'er from this perilous situation and sever this ill-fated bond!"

After writing the last word, Yin Zhiping let out a long sigh of relief.

He blew the ink dry, looked at the letter, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

This is called an open conspiracy.

This is called putting righteousness before family.

Guo Jing is the most rigid and rule-abiding person. If he found out that Yang Guo was involved with a female demon and practicing evil skills, even if he didn't kill Yang Guo, he would take him back to Peach Blossom Island for strict discipline, and might even cripple his martial arts!

When Yang Guo leaves, what will happen in that ancient tomb...?

Yin Zhiping licked his lips, and the image of that figure in white, pure white, appeared in his mind.

Without Yang Guo, that vicious dog guarding the gate, wouldn't that ethereal Dragon Girl be completely at his mercy...?

"Someone come here!"

Yin Zhiping called out.

A trusted young Taoist priest pushed open the door and entered.

"Senior brother, what are your orders?"

"Send this letter to Master Guo's residence in Xiangyang by express horse." Yin Zhiping sealed the letter and solemnly handed it to the young Taoist priest. "Remember, you must personally deliver it to Master Guo or Chief Huang. Do not let it be lost!"

"yes!"

The young Taoist priest accepted the order and left.

Yin Zhiping walked to the window, looked at the dark night outside, and felt more relaxed than ever before.

"Yang Guo, you dare to challenge me?"

"You're still too green."

"This time, let's see how you die!"

……

Ancient tomb, stone chamber.

Yang Guo sneezed.

"Achoo—!"

The sneeze was so loud that its echo reverberated throughout the empty tomb.

"What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?"

Li Mochou's concerned voice immediately rang out. Although she was sitting on the stone bench and couldn't move, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Yang Guo, as if she wanted to see a hole through him.

"It must be those Taoist priests talking badly about me behind my back."

Yang Guo rubbed his nose, lay down casually on the stone bed, and grabbed a piece of pastry to stuff into his mouth.

"Insulting you?"

Little Dragon Girl sat to the side, holding the scripture in her hand, but her eyes were fixed on Yang Guo. "If you strip them naked and hang them on the tree, it would be abnormal if they didn't curse you."

"Sister Long, you don't understand."

Yang Guo sat up, patted the crumbs off his hands, and looked smug.

"Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them. Killing them is giving them a quick death. But displaying them naked at the mountain gate is to destroy their spirit!"

"Think about it, the Quanzhen School claims to be the orthodox lineage of Taoism, and they value appearances the most. Tomorrow morning, when the worshippers come to offer incense, they'll see, 'Oh, so this is a high-ranking disciple of Quanzhen? All white, with words written on it, how festive!'"

"How will these people survive in the martial arts world after this? As soon as they announce their names, people will think: 'Oh, so you're that Taoist priest with 'Gossip' written on your butt!'"

"Pfft."

Li Mochou couldn't help but laugh out loud.

That smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, its beauty beyond compare.

"Guo'er, your move... is truly ruthless." Li Mochou's eyes sparkled. "But I like it. Those stinking Taoist priests always put on a sanctimonious facade, spouting righteousness and morality, but in reality, they're full of wicked and immoral thoughts. This is how they should be dealt with!"

Although Xiaolongnu didn't laugh, a hint of amusement flashed in her cool eyes.

Having lived in the Ancient Tomb since childhood, she was unfamiliar with these social customs and ways of the world, but after hearing Yang Guo say this, she found it quite interesting.

"but……"

Yang Guo changed the subject, his playful smile fading slightly.

He's a smart man. Having spent years navigating the treacherous waters of the city, he understands human nature all too well.

Especially those rats from the gutter like Yin Zhiping.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Li Mochou sneered, her phoenix eyes flashing with murderous intent. "We'll meet force with force, and water with water. At worst, I'll risk my life to protect you all."

"Stop talking about death all the time."

Yang Guo glared at her. "That's bad luck. We're supposed to live for ten thousand years."

He jumped off the bed, walked between the two women, and placed one hand on the back of a stone bench.

"I'm thinking, Yin Zhiping is so scared of me, he definitely won't dare to confront me directly. Knowing his personality, he loves to play dirty tricks. But how will he do it?"