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

Yang Guo led Huang Rong into his stone chamber. The room was surrounded by bare rock walls, with only a stone table, a few stone stools, and a cold jade bed in the corner that exuded a chilling aura.

Huang Rong's gaze swept over the stone table and benches, finally settling on the jade bed. She was an extremely perceptive woman; even on her first visit to this unfamiliar place, she could keenly sense the unusual atmosphere. Although the stone chamber was simple, there was a faint scent of perfume in the air. This was definitely not the scent Yang Guo, a grown man, should have.

"This Tomb of the Living Dead was built by Wang Chongyang to resist the Jin dynasty. It's a good place that's easy to defend and difficult to attack. It's just a pity that it's never seen the light of day, and the yin energy is too heavy." Huang Rong said slowly as she looked around. "Guo'er, your Uncle Guo sent you to Zhongnan Mountain to learn the authentic Xuanmen internal martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect. But you've been hiding in this ancient tomb and won't come out. Could it be that the martial arts in this tomb are even more advanced than those of the Quanzhen Sect?"

Yang Guo sensed the warning in her words, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He knew Huang Rong's temperament all too well. This woman was incredibly shrewd; she could follow the slightest clue and uncover the truth.

He hurried to the bedside and used his body to block the gap under the bed. The scraps of fabric left over from sewing last night, along with the finished "Dark Night Enchantress" style bodice, were all stuffed underneath. If they were found, he would be dead.

Huang Rong approached the cold jade bed and reached out to touch the edge of the stone bed. The bone-chilling coldness traveled through her fingertips, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

"Guo'er, do you sleep on this ice block all the time?" Huang Rong turned her head, her tone tinged with concern. "This place is extremely cold and damp. You're in the prime of your life; how can your body withstand this for long? If you develop a chronic illness, how will you carry on the family line in the future?"

Yang Guo chuckled twice and quickly steered the conversation back to practicing martial arts.

"Aunt Guo, you may not know this, but this Jade Bed is a treasure of the Ancient Tomb Sect. I've been experiencing extreme heat during my recent practice, and this cold energy has helped suppress it, resulting in rapid progress. Look at my internal energy; isn't it much purer than it was on Peach Blossom Island? As for continuing the family line, with you here, Aunt Guo, how could I possibly have no descendants?"

Huang Rong glared at him as he became increasingly frivolous, completely ignoring his ramblings. Her gaze drifted past Yang Guo's shoulder, as if she had suddenly noticed something.

Although she was scolding him, her tone had clearly softened. Yang Guo was secretly pleased. Seeing that she seemed to be turning to leave, his tense back relaxed slightly, and his left foot, which had been firmly planted on the ground, subconsciously pulled back half a step.

In that very instant.

Huang Rong, who had already turned halfway around, suddenly stopped.

She didn't turn around, but her usually smiling peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and her peripheral vision swept towards Yang Guo's feet like a cold arrow. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, she had seen countless people. Yang Guo's slight expression of relief just now, as well as the extremely subtle movement of his feet, told her—this kid had a guilty conscience, and the guilty conscience was under the bed.

"Guo'er".

Huang Rong's voice rang out abruptly, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat, but he forced a smile and said, "Auntie, is there anything else...?"

Why is your left leg shaking?

Before she could finish speaking, Huang Rong suddenly turned around, her sleeves creating a gust of wind. The wind was perfectly timed, sweeping across the ground precisely, and Yang Guo was too late to stop it.

A gust of wind swept by, and a glaring color was brought out from the corner under the bed that Yang Guo had deliberately hidden in the shadows.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

It was half an inch of black silk, with a striking red border around the edge—definitely not the kind of material a Quanzhen Taoist robe should be made of.

"Get out of the way." Huang Rong reached out and nudged Yang Guo on the shoulder.

Having held a high position for many years, she now carried the authority of the Beggars' Sect leader. Yang Guo dared not confront her directly and could only take a half-step to the side.

Huang Rong bent down, pinched the black spot with two fingers, and pulled it out completely.

A garment consisting of only a few black straps and a small amount of black cloth with red trim was exposed to the air. The fabric was used sparingly, with the straps intertwined and a few flamboyant red flowers embroidered on the central piece of black cloth.

Huang Rong picked up the garment and waved it in front of Yang Guo. Her face immediately darkened, and her breathing became rapid.

"You'd better explain to me why such indecent items are hidden in this ancient tomb!"

Huang Rong questioned sharply, her fingers pinching the thin straps, "The Quanzhen Sect is a place of Taoist cultivation, and the Tomb of the Living Dead is also a place of tranquility. What are you planning to put such a despicable thing under the bed? How are these straps tied? What can such a palm-sized piece of cloth cover? Your stitches are crooked and messy. Did you make this yourself?"

Yang Guo cleared his throat and recited the pre-prepared explanation. He had rehearsed this explanation in his mind several times last night and believed it to be flawless.

"Aunt Guo, you've misunderstood! This is not something low-class; it's a breathable training suit that I developed myself."

Yang Guo, with a straight face, spouted nonsense, pointing to the straps and gesturing, "After taking the Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pill, my internal Yang energy is excessive. Ordinary clothes are too tight, so the heat can't dissipate when I practice, making it easy to suffer a qi deviation. This clothing is specially made to facilitate the flow of internal energy. Look at this openwork design; when I wear it to meditate, it's breezy and cool! This is called the physical aid method of 'harmony between heaven and man.' As for the stitches, I used the penetrating force of my One-Finger Divine Skill to thread the needle; it's an application of advanced martial arts!"

Huang Rong let out a cold snort and threw the black garment onto the stone table.

"Nonsense!" Huang Rong stepped forward, grabbing Yang Guo by the collar of his Taoist robe, and demanded, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child to be fooled? This thing is clearly a woman's intimate item! Yin Zhiping wrote it clearly in his letter, saying that you were practicing evil arts in Zhongnan Mountain and colluding with a witch. Tell me honestly, was this thing made for that cold and aloof Little Dragon Girl outside, or for that vixen Li Mochou?"

Huang Rong had a clear plan in mind. Her purpose in coming to Zhongnan Mountain was to investigate Yang Guo's background. Those two women outside were too alluring; she absolutely could not allow Yang Guo to be captivated by them. She couldn't lose her temper in front of outsiders—the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect couldn't afford to lose face. But in this private space, she had to make her intentions clear and firmly hold Yang Guo in her grasp.

"You actually believe what that old Taoist priest Yin Zhiping says?" Yang Guo cried out in protest. "He's just a hypocrite! He's jealous that my martial arts are better than his and I'm more handsome, so he deliberately wrote a letter to Xiangyang to sow discord. Aunt Guo, you are a dignified female strategist, how could you be blinded by such a villain? Besides, the art of 'sexual cultivation' is a lowly and evil practice. I practice the orthodox martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect. Why would I need to practice such low-class things?"

"Don't try to fool me with sweet talk." Huang Rong's grip tightened instead of loosening. "If you have nothing to hide, why would you hide this under the bed? Besides those two women, who else in this room would wear something like this? Don't tell me you usually wear it under your Taoist robe!"

Yang Guo was cornered by her; this woman's logic was too tight, and he couldn't fool her at all. He simply stopped pretending, wrapped his arms around Huang Rong's slender waist, and took a step forward, forcing her back to the stone wall.

Huang Rong hadn't expected him to be so bold. Her back slammed against the cold stone wall, and she let out a muffled groan.

Yang Guo lowered his head, his lips close to her earlobe, his warm breath hitting her cheek.

"Aunt Guo," Yang Guo said in a low voice, with a hint of teasing, "whether I practiced the evil art of 'harvesting the essence of the dead' or not, you've experienced it yourself, don't you know? Don't you know how I treated you on the way to Zhongnan Mountain? All the pure internal energy I accumulated over sixteen years was used for the righteous path."

Huang Rong's chest heaved, and her cheeks flushed instantly. Just as she was about to rebuke the little thief for his insolence, Yang Guo's hand was already on her back.

Through the wide Taoist robe, Yang Guo's fingers precisely hooked the ribbon of the pink mandarin duck-patterned bodice underneath. He had mastered the One-Finger Divine Skill, and his tactile sense and control over force were already unparalleled. With a gentle flick, he discovered the secrets within. The silky smooth texture was undoubtedly that of the finest silk from Jiangnan, a tribute to the emperor.

"Auntie's outfit today is quite unique."

Yang Guo gently stroked the ribbon with his fingers, his tone teasing, "I remember this pink mandarin duck bodice, you were the one who untied it yourself that night at the inn. Why are you wearing it underneath today on your way to Zhongnan Mountain?"

"Shut up!" Huang Rong's face flushed red, but she forcefully maintained her elder's authority, slapping Yang Guo's hand away. "Don't talk nonsense! Those are old clothes I brought for the journey. Stop trying to change the subject!"

Yang Guo tightened his arms around her, their bodies pressed tightly together.

"Rong'er," Yang Guo changed his form of address, his tone becoming extremely gentle, with a seductive quality, "I haven't forgotten a single day of the days we spent on the road to Zhongnan Mountain. That gambling den, that inn, and you... how you looked when you were drunk... If you were truly angry with me, why did you travel all this way to Zhongnan Mountain to find me?"

Huang Rong bit her lower lip, turned her head away from him, but did not struggle.

She was an extremely hypocritical woman. If any other man dared to be so insolent to her, she would have already struck him down with a palm. But when facing Yang Guo, she not only didn't feel disgusted by his wicked aura, but actually found it incredibly appealing.

She even felt a lingering fondness for the warmth of this small space, which made her heart start pounding again.

Yang Guo pressed his advantage, continuing to whisper in her ear, "That black dress wasn't made for anyone else. It was a special gift I sewed just for you, according to your measurements. I thought if you came to see me, you could wear it for me. Little Dragon Girl is too slender, and Li Mochou is too plump, but only your waist, Rong'er, would fit perfectly in it. If you don't believe me, take it and compare it; the size will be absolutely perfect."

Upon hearing these blatant words, Huang Rong's initial anger vanished without a trace. She knew Yang Guo was probably just trying to appease her, but the words still sounded pleasant. Women love to hear sweet words, especially those spoken by the man they love.

She raised her hand and pinched Yang Guo's ribs, the force neither too light nor too heavy.

"You little thief, your mouth is full of sweet talk, not a single word of truth!" Huang Rong warned in a low voice. "You better rein in your behavior. Those two women from the Ancient Tomb are no pushovers. That Little Dragon Girl seems detached from worldly desires, but she's actually a taciturn devil; and that Li Mochou is a ruthless killer. You're not allowed to provoke them! If I find out you've done anything to betray me, I'll sever your tendons and lock you up on Peach Blossom Island for life!"

Yang Guo readily agreed, repeatedly promising to remain chaste.

"Rong'er, don't worry, I, Yang Guo, am yours in life and in death. No matter how beautiful the women in this ancient tomb are, they can't compare to even a fraction of my Rong'er." Yang Guo's words were as sweet as honey, while his hands also mischievously pinched Huang Rong's waist twice.

"In that case, you shall come back to Xiangyang with me," Huang Rong ordered. "Your Uncle Guo has been talking about you constantly. Staying in this dark place is not a long-term solution."

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat. Return to Xiangyang? Under Uncle Guo's watchful eye, if he were discovered, would he even survive?

"Rong'er, this is absolutely unacceptable." Yang Guo's mind raced, searching for an excuse. "I'm currently at a crucial stage in my cultivation, and my internal energy is extremely powerful. Without the aid of this Jade Bed, I'm afraid I might suffer a qi deviation at any moment. Besides, I once made a solemn vow to master unparalleled martial arts on Zhongnan Mountain, to defeat Uncle Guo honorably, and to prove to the world that I, Yang Guo, am not a useless piece of trash!"

He brought up Guo Jing, knowing that this was what Huang Rong cared about most.

Huang Rong hesitated as expected. She knew Yang Guo's stubborn nature, and forcibly taking him away might backfire. Moreover, his internal energy did indeed need conditioning, and the Jade Bed was truly a miraculous healing item.

"Are you really going to stay here?" Huang Rong stared at him.

"We must keep him." Yang Guo said firmly.

Huang Rong sighed, walked up to him, and smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes. "Since you've made up your mind, I won't force you. But I have one condition."

"Please speak, Auntie."

Huang Rong leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids: "I'm going to stay in this ancient tomb for a few days. First, to check the state of your internal energy; second, to keep a close eye on you, lest you be bewitched by those vixens outside."

Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine.

Three women, sharing an ancient tomb. This isn't just for a few days; it's going to kill him!

But he dared not refuse, and could only bite the bullet and agree: "I would be more than happy if Auntie could stay and teach me martial arts."

Huang Rong smiled with satisfaction. She turned and walked towards the stone door, preparing to see which stone chamber she had been assigned to.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Yang Guo, and her tone carried an indescribable meaning.

"Guo'er, come to my room tonight. That black training uniform... I want to try it on to see if it fits."

After saying that, she pushed open the stone door, leaving Yang Guo with a graceful silhouette.

Yang Guo stood there, staring at the empty stone gate.

"It's over," he muttered to himself.

Tonight, Sister Long will teach the "Jade Maiden Heart Sword Technique" dual-sword combination; Sister Mochou is waiting for him to continue the "Special Acupoint Release"; and now, Rong'er is going to try on the "Dark Night Enchantress".

He looked down at himself and felt a dull ache in his lower back.

This kind of good fortune is something that most people can't handle.