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

The air inside the cave was extremely oppressive.

Yang Guo looked at Huang Rong not far away. Although she was wearing a loose Taoist robe, her face was as bright as a pearl, and the lingering charm in the corner of her eyes was like a small hook, making his heart itch. But the whisk in Huang Rong's hand was now in a ready-to-take-a-lifetime stance.

Now look at Li Mochou on the other side. The once ruthless and merciless Red Serpent Fairy was now biting her lower lip. Although the silver needles between her fingers didn't move, her eyes were full of the stubbornness of "wanting to take Yang Guo back".

"Guo'er".

Huang Rong spoke first. She took a light half-step forward, each step feeling as if she were stepping on Yang Guo's heart.

"Tell me, who exactly is this 'girl' who keeps claiming this cave is her territory?"

Huang Rong emphasized the word "sister" very much, and her eyes looked at her as if she were looking at a thief who had stolen her treasure.

She was furious. She had thought Yang Guo was suffering on the mountain, but who knew that he was hiding a beautiful woman in this sheltered cave?

Moreover, judging from the woman's appearance, she was definitely not an ordinary woman. Just thinking about how she had traveled a long way to see him, and even wore that shameful undergarment, Huang Rong felt a surge of lust rush to her head.

Yang Guo inwardly groaned. If he told the truth, this cave would be a graveyard today.

His mind raced, and he unleashed the acting prowess of a former Oscar-winning actor. Not only did he control his facial muscles, but he also used the breath-holding technique from the Nine Yin Manual to forcibly reverse a trace of his blood and qi, turning his rosy complexion deathly pale in the blink of an eye.

"Cough cough..."

Yang Guo stumbled, his body lurching towards Huang Rong. He grabbed the stone wall beside him, letting out two muffled coughs, his voice hoarse and extremely weak: "Aunt Guo...you...you've come! I've missed you so much!"

That trembling call instantly dispelled most of the tense atmosphere.

Huang Rong, who had been harboring resentment and bitterness, softened at the sight of Yang Guo's weakness. Forgetting her confrontation with the beautiful woman, she moved swiftly, leaving a fragrant breeze behind, and placed her hand on Yang Guo's back: "Guo'er, are you injured?"

A surge of rich internal energy from Peach Blossom Island slowly entered Yang Guo's body.

Yang Guo leaned closer to Huang Rong. Soft, so soft. Even through her rough Taoist robe, the mature woman's figure made his already restless heart skip a beat. But he quickly suppressed that wicked thought because Li Mochou beside him exploded.

Seeing this Daoist nun dare to touch her Yang Guo so intimately, Li Mochou's eyes flashed with cold light: "Let him go!"

Although she had lost all her internal energy, her murderous aura remained undiminished: "Guo'er, don't be afraid, your sister is here."

"Sister?" Huang Rong paused, then laughed angrily, turning to look at Li Mochou with a sharp gaze. "I had no idea that Guo'er had recognized such a 'good sister' on Zhongnan Mountain. This girl was quite fierce just now, even threatening to release jade bees to sting me."

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

Li Mochou now is a tiger without claws; if Huang Rong were to take it seriously, she could kill her with a single blow. Moreover, if Li Mochou were to slip up and say something like "I am his woman," the Ancient Tomb would be a graveyard today.

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

As Yang Guo felt the warmth of Huang Rong's hand, he frantically winked at Li Mochou, then began to fabricate a story: "Aunt Guo, you don't know this. This is a fairy from the Ancient Tomb Sect, also known as Miss Long's senior sister. She... she was struck in the vital point by that old poisoner Ouyang Feng, and all her martial arts were crippled. In addition, those old Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect harassed her, causing her meridians to reverse and her mind to be occasionally unclear. This is all just the reaction of a frightened bird; she mistook you for a bad person."

After saying that, he released Huang Rong, then grabbed Li Mochou's arm and secretly squeezed her wrist. He whispered quickly, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Don't speak if you don't want to die. This is Guo Jing's wife, Huang Rong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect."

Li Mochou's body suddenly stiffened.

A person's name is like a tree's shadow. Even though she roamed the martial world with impunity, she knew the weight of Guo Jing and Huang Rong. If she were in her prime, she might have dared to fight them, but now that she had lost all her inner strength, going head-to-head with Huang Rong would be suicide.

Her almond-shaped eyes swept over Huang Rong, and finally she gritted her teeth, turned her head to one side, and although she did not refute, she still maintained her arrogance.

Seeing that Li Mochou was calmed down, Yang Guo quickly turned to Huang Rong and continued to explain, making his lie even more convincing: "Auntie, as you know, I have some past with that old poisoner. Apart from me, no one can undo his techniques. That's why I brought her here to study the method of undoing acupoints. It was not an intentional attempt to hide anything."

Huang Rong frowned slightly after hearing this.

"Old poisoner?"

Hearing Ouyang Feng's name and that he was Long Niang's senior sister, the words did seem somewhat credible. However, Huang Rong was an extremely intelligent person, and seeing the two exchanging glances, her doubts had not completely dissipated.

Just then, Li Mochou suddenly spoke.

Seemingly to confirm Yang Guo's words and to test Huang Rong's abilities, she coldly said, "That's right. I am Li Mochou. Since you are this boy's elder and possess profound internal strength, why don't you try to undo the reversed acupoint strikes on my body?"

Upon hearing the name "Li Mochou," Huang Rong tightened her grip on Yang Guo's shoulder, her eyes instantly turning sharp as knives.

The Crimson Serpent Fairy? That ruthless female demon who kills without blinking an eye?

The "collusion with the witch" that Yin Zhiping mentioned in his letter was actually referring to her?

Huang Rong looked at Li Mochou with a hint of wariness and a touch of disgust.

She had the utmost contempt for women who were troubled by love and ultimately became extreme and cruel.

But this woman was indeed extremely beautiful.

In particular, her mature and sophisticated charm made Huang Rong feel a strange sense of crisis.

"I have long admired the name of Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy."

Huang Rong sneered, withdrew her hand from Yang Guo's back, and instead wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her as if asserting her ownership.

"My nephew is kind-hearted and easily deceived."

"Since Fairy Li has lost all her martial arts skills, instead of finding a quiet place to recuperate, she's hiding in a cave with my nephew, claiming she wants to 'release her acupoints'?"

Huang Rong's gaze swept over Li Mochou's slightly disheveled clothes.

"Does this method of releasing the acupoint require everyone to enter and exit the cave together?"

Li Mochou felt uneasy under Huang Rong's aggressive gaze.

Who is this woman?

That gaze is like a needle pricking me, as if it wants to see right through me.

Especially the way she hugged Yang Guo.

Is that an elder holding a nephew?

What kind of elder would put their nephew's hand on their private parts?

A fire also rose in Li Mochou's heart.

"Madam Guo, what do you mean by that?"

Li Mochou took two steps forward, her figure swaying gracefully even without internal energy.

"I am his senior sister."

"Is it wrong for a junior to help my senior sister when she is unwell?"

Huang Rong sneered, reaching out to lift Yang Guo's chin. "Then tell me, why hide in this desolate mountain cave to untie the acupoints of this reversed meridian system? And why do you, the one 'untying the acupoints,' look like you've been drained of your essence?"

She leaned close to Yang Guo's ear and gritted her teeth, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear: "You little thief, tell me, what kind of 'special acupoint release method' is this?"

Yang Guo felt his ears go numb; Rong'er's warm, moist breath on them was like a tickle to his heart.

"Auntie...that's the key." Yang Guo said in a serious tone, "That old poisoner's technique is called 'Reverse Meridian Reversal.' To release this acupoint, it must be activated with internal force, and it requires...it requires the person releasing the acupoint to be in close skin-to-skin contact with the recipient, guiding the true energy to flow in reverse through the twelve meridians."

"Because Fairy Li's internal energy is sealed, she cannot withstand the slightest impact, so... so this method of releasing acupoints is extremely physically demanding. I forced myself to try it again in the forest just now, and that's when I finally exhausted myself."

"Skin-to-skin contact?" Huang Rong's eyes instantly turned extremely dangerous. "Guo'er, are you taking advantage of me because I don't understand the Nine Yin Manual?"

Yang Guo groaned in despair. He'd almost forgotten that Rong'er not only knew how to do it, she'd actually practiced it.

In a moment of quick thinking, he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Auntie, if I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning. This technique also incorporates my newly mastered finger-penetrating force. If you don't believe me, feel the back of her neck."

Huang Rong was half-believing and half-doubting, but she reached out and gently stroked the back of Li Mochou's neck.

Li Mochou snorted coldly, but did not dodge.

When Huang Rong's fingertips touched Li Mochou's delicate skin, she indeed sensed a chilling true energy moving like a snake there, and within this chilling energy, there was also a faint trace of an extremely powerful pure yang energy.

This was left by Yang Guo when he tried to release the acupoints with his One-Finger Divine Skill this morning.

Huang Rong's expression softened slightly. Could it be that this little thief was really exhausted from saving someone?

But the thought of the beautiful Li Mochou releasing her acupoints with "skin-to-skin contact" made Huang Rong feel like she had eaten two hundred lemons.

"Alright, stop playing dead." Huang Rong released Yang Guo, clapped her hands, and resumed her dignified and stern demeanor. "Since we're here to save someone, we should have finished by now. Fairy Li, since you've lost all your martial arts and this cave is so simple, why don't you come with me to Chongyang Palace for some lodging?"

Who is Li Mochou? How could she go to the den of thieves, the Quanzhen Sect?

"I'm not going." Li Mochou said decisively, "I'm from the Ancient Tomb, and I have a place to live inside. Besides, the acupoints haven't been released yet, and Guo'er said we have to...we have to continue that 'special position' tonight."

Yang Guo felt like dying.

Li Mochou, that woman, is usually quite clever, so why does she have to bring up such a sensitive word at a time like this!

Sure enough, Huang Rong raised her whisk again, her eyes revealing an undeniable domineering aura.

"Release the acupoints? How can we let Guo'er do such strenuous work all by himself?"

Huang Rong approached Li Mochou with a cold smile, her eyes piercingly sweeping over Li Mochou's undulating figure before finally settling on her proud breasts.

"Since Fairy Li is Guo'er's 'senior sister,' then she is also a relative of my Guo family. As her aunt, I have quite a bit of experience with this 'acupoint release technique.'"

Huang Rong pulled Yang Guo close, and in front of Li Mochou, placed his hand on her waist, which was covered by her Taoist robe, asserting her dominance:

"Guo'er, you rest tonight. Let me release the pressure points on Fairy Li!"

Yang Guo stood there, stunned, staring at the two women.

One is his first wife, Rong'er, and the other is his close and loving older sister.

Two beautiful eyes met in the air, almost sparking with each other.