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

Life in the ancient tomb was devoid of the sun, moon, and stars; even Yang Guo's biological clock was nearly disrupted.

Ever since returning from the battle at Chongyang Palace, Yang Guo felt like a donkey harnessed to a millstone, the kind with a carrot dangling in front and someone whipping it from behind.

Of course, this whip isn't a real whip; this carrot, however, is a real, sensual treat.

At midday, a sliver of light shone through the ancient tomb, barely illuminating a corner of the stone chamber.

Little Dragon Girl went to the back mountain to take care of the swarm of jade bees. She said that the jade bee nectar production had been low recently, and she had to go and see if some wildflowers had attracted the wild bees.

Yang Guo didn't believe this reason. He figured it was probably because Sister Long felt she had been "practicing martial arts" too diligently lately and needed some tonics to nourish herself.

Yang Guo was considering whether he could take a nap on the cold jade bed during this break to replenish his severely depleted kidney essence.

"Guo'er".

A sweet, enchanting call, like a cat's claws scratching at the heart.

Yang Guo shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes, which he had just closed.

At the doorway of the adjacent stone chamber, Li Mochou leaned against the doorframe. She wasn't wearing her signature Taoist robe, but rather a light, lotus-colored casual home dress, her hair casually tied in a bun, and she held a porcelain bowl in her hand.

Those almond-shaped eyes, which were originally filled with murderous intent, now seemed to be filled with spring water, staring at Yang Guo with shimmering light.

"Sister Mo... Sister Mochou." Yang Guo sprang up from the jade bed, his movements as nimble as a startled rabbit. "Why did you come out? Didn't we agree to stay in the cave to recover?"

"Recovering from injuries?" Li Mochou scoffed, swaying gracefully as she walked over and placed the bowl of fragrant soup on the stone table. "If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid I'll get moldy. Besides, with my junior sister not here, shouldn't I, as her senior sister, take good care of you?"

She emphasized the word "take care" heavily, with a rising tone at the end, as if it had a hook.

Yang Guo looked at the bowl of soup. The soup was thick and white, with a few unidentified red fruits floating on top, and it also had a medicinal smell.

"What is this?" Yang Guo swallowed hard and instinctively covered his waist.

"Tiger bone and deer antler soup." Li Mochou stretched out her finger and gently poked Yang Guo's chest. "I specially had someone buy the ingredients from the foot of the mountain and simmered it for three hours. You've looked pale and unsteady on your feet these past few days, you're probably... exhausted, aren't you?"

As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at Yang Guo's lower body.

Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine.

tired?

Am I tired? I'm practically drained dry!

During the day, I have to deal with this insatiable tigress, and at night I have to practice the "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra" with that cold-faced dragon sister. The movements have to be standard, and the posture has to last.

Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to be used like that!

"Sister, dear sister," Yang Guo said with a pained expression, "this soup is too nourishing. I'm afraid I'll be too weak to handle it and get a nosebleed."

"Enough nonsense." Li Mochou raised her eyebrows, instantly exuding the murderous aura of the Scarlet Serpent Fairy. "Drink it. If you don't, it means you're disliking my cooking."

"Drink! Fine, I'll drink it!"

Yang Guo picked up the bowl, a sense of tragic heroism welling up within him. He gulped it down in a few mouthfuls, and a surge of heat instantly rushed from his dantian to his head.

Goodness, this is some serious stuff!

Seeing that Yang Guo had finished drinking, Li Mochou's face regained a satisfied smile. Without any hesitation, she sat directly on Yang Guo's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Guo'er, while your junior sister is away..."

Li Mochou leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

Yang Guo inwardly groaned, but his body responded honestly. After all, it was Li Mochou, the woman who struck fear into the hearts of all in the martial arts world, yet turned into tenderness in his arms.

Half an hour later.

The enchanting atmosphere inside the stone chamber had not yet completely dissipated.

Li Mochou straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, her face flushed with the satisfied blush of someone who had been moistened. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed several pieces of clothing still dripping wet hanging on the clothesline in the corner of the stone chamber.

Those were the clothes that Little Dragon Girl changed out of.

Li Mochou hadn't paid much attention at first, but since only she and her fellow disciple were in this ancient tomb year-round, she knew exactly what Xiaolongnu wore. However, a small piece of white cloth, about the size of a palm, hanging on the rope caught her eye.

It consisted of two thin ribbons connecting a triangular piece of silk in the middle, on which were embroidered several exquisite orchids.

What the hell is this thing?

This is not a proper bellyband, it's like an underpants... They're using way too little fabric!

Li Mochou's curiosity was piqued, so she walked over, picked up the piece of cloth, and examined it closely.

"Guo'er." Li Mochou turned her head, holding up the triangular object, "Junior Sister, what...what new style did you buy? Why does it look so...so improper?"

Yang Guo, who was lying on the stone bed recovering his blood, was so frightened by these words that he almost lost his soul.

He sat up abruptly and looked closely.

It’s over.

Not long ago, he tricked Xiaolongnu into believing that he had invented a training outfit, which was actually a "modern" lace panty he had sewn for her.

He went to great lengths to coax Xiaolongnu into wearing it, claiming it was the latest breathable design and that it would help with sweating during practice.

If Li Mochou found out that I was the one who did this...

Given Li Mochou's suspicious and jealous nature, wouldn't she have immediately seen through her relationship with Xiaolongnu? She might have even physically sterilized herself.

"Ah...that..." Yang Guo's mind raced, his eyes darting around. "That should be...it should be an eye mask, right? Yes, for blocking out the light when sleeping."

"An eye mask?" Li Mochou gestured suspiciously. "It's so big? It doesn't look big enough to fit on my head; I'd have to tie it around my waist, right?"

Although she had never seen this before, she wasn't stupid. The design clearly indicated it was meant to be worn close to the skin.

Suddenly, Li Mochou thought of something, a strange blush appeared on her face, and her eyes became somewhat complicated.

"I never expected that my junior sister, who usually seems so pure and aloof, would be so...bold in private." Li Mochou bit her lip, her tone tinged with a hint of sourness. "This kind of embarrassing thing must have been bought for Granny Sun when she was still alive. Humph, I knew it, what woman doesn't love to look pretty?"

Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank you, Grandma Sun, for taking the blame in heaven.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yang Guo quickly followed up, "It must have been bought by Granny Sun. Sister Long doesn't know anything about these things; she probably just wore it because it looked cool."

"Cool?" Li Mochou ran her fingers along the smooth silk, lost in thought. "Indeed...it looks quite cool. And this design, if worn, would definitely..."

She suddenly turned her head and stared intently at Yang Guo.

"Guo'er, next time you go down the mountain to buy things, bring me a few too."

"Cough cough cough—"

Yang Guo almost choked to death on his own saliva.

"Huh? You...you want some too?"

"What? Can't I wear it?" Li Mochou glared, puffing out her impressive chest. "My figure is even better than my junior sister's; I'll definitely look better in this than her! What's with that expression? Are you unwilling to buy it for me?"

"Yes! Of course I'm willing!" Yang Guo nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. "Buy, buy, buy! Definitely buy! If Sister Mochou wore that, she would be absolutely... invincible!"

Inwardly, however, she was wailing: "Oh no, now I have to become a tailor again. And I have to make different ones, otherwise if these two women wear the same clothes one day, the scene will be too much to bear."

"Hmph, that's more like it." Li Mochou hung the cloth back up with satisfaction, then tidied her hair. "Alright, Junior Sister should be back soon. I'll take a shower first. Remember not to overexert yourself, save your energy. I'll make you some soup these next few days."

After saying that, she gave Yang Guo a hard kiss on the cheek and swayed away.

Watching Li Mochou's departing figure, Yang Guo lay stiffly on the cold jade bed, staring blankly at the patterns on the ceiling of the stone chamber.

Is this the legendary blessing of having multiple wives?

Do you want this good fortune?

……

As night fell, the ancient tomb returned to a deathly silence.

Yang Guo learned his lesson today. Instead of lingering in Xiaolongnu's room as usual, he slipped back to his own stone chamber early.

Just in case, he even moved a large rock and quietly blocked the doorway.

Although he knew this wouldn't stop Xiaolongnu, it at least bought him some time to put on his pants.

"Sleep, sleep." Yang Guo wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, muttering to himself, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Women are tigers, never open the door."

He was just too tired.

That bowl of tiger bone soup not only failed to replenish his energy, but it was like pouring oil on dry firewood, leaving him feeling hot and weak, yet completely drained. The feeling was like a Ferrari without fuel, its engine idling and belching black smoke.

Just as Yang Guo was drifting off to sleep...

"Click."

The massive rock, weighing over a hundred pounds, emitted a soft scraping sound, and then, as if pushed aside by an invisible hand, slowly slid to the side.

A white figure floated in.

There were no footsteps, no breathing.

Only that faint, familiar, cool fragrance instantly filled the entire cramped stone chamber.

Yang Guo instantly regained consciousness, but he chose to play dead.

With its eyes tightly closed, its breathing even, it even let out a very realistic little snore.

"Guo'er".

His voice was cold and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Yang Guo continued snoring.

Stop pretending.

A small, icy hand pinched Yang Guo's nose with perfect accuracy.

"Mmm..."

A feeling of suffocation came over him, and Yang Guo had no choice but to open his eyes.

By the dim light of the ever-burning lamp in the stone chamber, he saw Xiaolongnu standing at the head of the bed, looking down at him. Her exquisite face was expressionless, like a perfect jade sculpture.

But in Yang Guo's eyes, this was no jade carving; it was clearly a deadly impermanence.

"Teacher Long... Teacher Long." Yang Guo forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Practice your skills," Little Dragon Girl said succinctly.

"This... this late and we still have to practice?" Yang Guo shrank further under the covers. "Teacher Long, I'm not feeling well today, I'm dizzy and lightheaded, probably caught a cold. How about... we skip it tonight?"

Little Dragon Girl looked at him quietly, her gaze sweeping across his face.

"I've read the *Huangdi Neijing*," Xiaolongnu said calmly. "Your complexion is rosy, and although your breathing is a little rapid, it's not disordered, so it doesn't seem like you've caught a cold. It seems more like..."

She paused, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"It's like his vital energy is leaking out; he's somewhat exhausted."

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

As expected of Sister Long, she even understands medical principles.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yang Guo seized the opportunity, "It's just that my inner energy is leaking out! Today I tried to combine the Quanzhen internal energy and the Ancient Tomb internal energy cultivation method, and something went wrong. Now my dantian is empty, and I really can't muster any strength at all."

"oh."

Little Dragon Girl nodded, seemingly believing her.

Yang Guo had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Xiaolongnu continue:

"Since your true energy is depleted, you need to practice even more. The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra is a method of dual cultivation for mutual supplementation. Since you are currently deficient in energy, I can transfer some true energy to you to help regulate your meridians."

As she spoke, she reached out to lift Yang Guo's blanket.

"No! Please don't!"

Yang Guo gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, like a virtuous woman determined to defend her chastity to the death.

If they actually started practicing that, what would happen?

Is this so-called "qi-transferring" really proper qi-transferring? It involves flesh to flesh, palm to palm, and...

Moreover, as he practiced the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, it just didn't feel right. Every time he reached the end of the practice, Sister Long would look at him with a thirst for knowledge and ask him questions that made him blush and his heart race. Then she would physically demonstrate the postures that weren't written in the "book".

Normally, Yang Guo would be more than willing.

But today...

If he did it again, his back, which has been damaged for twenty years, would probably break in two on the spot.

"Teacher Long!" Yang Guo raised his voice, his face serious. "Practice requires a gradual approach. I'm not in good condition today, and if I force myself to practice, I risk going into qi deviation. For the future of the Ancient Tomb Sect, for our children... no, for our cultivation, tonight is absolutely not an option!"

Little Dragon Girl's hand stopped in mid-air.

She frowned slightly as she looked at Yang Guo's resolute expression.

This was the first time Yang Guo had ever rejected her.

Before, whenever martial arts training was mentioned, this kid would run faster than a rabbit, right? Why is he acting like he's seen a ghost today?

Although Xiaolongnu is naive, a woman's intuition is innate.

She withdrew her hand, glanced around the stone chamber, and her nose twitched slightly.

In the air, besides Yang Guo's scent, there seemed to be a faint... fragrance mixed in?

It smelled like some kind of floral dew.

There are no flowers in this ancient tomb.

Only one person can have this smell.

Xiaolongnu's eyes instantly turned cold, and the corners of her mouth, which had softened slightly upon seeing Yang Guo, were now pressed into a straight line.

"Since Guo'er is tired, let him rest."

The sound was eight octaves lower than before, almost loud enough to send ice shards flying.

"Sister Long, you..." Yang Guo sensed that something was wrong.

Little Dragon Girl ignored him and turned to leave.

When she reached the door, she stopped, turned her back to Yang Guo, and spoke in a tone so calm it was frightening.

"Grandma Sun once said that if a man is tired, it's probably because he's exerted his energy elsewhere."

"It seems that Yang Guo has been very busy outside today."

After saying that, the white figure disappeared into the darkness in an instant, leaving only a cold wind that chilled Yang Guo to the bone.

Yang Guo's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"It's over."

Yang Guo slapped himself on the forehead.

This isn't just escaping a disaster; it's like jumping from a vat of boiling oil into a pit of fire!

Is Sister Long jealous?

And it's the worst kind of jealousy—the kind that's kept bottled up inside!

Yang Guo scratched his head in anguish and buried it in the pillow.

"Good heavens, I can't live like this anymore!"

"I want to go back to the Quanzhen Sect, I want to chant scriptures, I want to be a pure and ascetic Taoist priest..."

Yang Guo rolled around on the bed, groaning in pain.

But what he didn't know was that the real storm was yet to come.

Just as he was agonizing over this romantic entanglement, a thousand miles away, a swift horse, bathed in starlight, galloped toward Zhongnan Mountain.

The beautiful woman on horseback held a whip in her hand, her eyes fixed intently on the outline of the mountains ahead.