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

In the passageway of the ancient tomb, a beautiful figure flashed by, and then the stone door to Yang Guo was silently pushed open a crack. After the person slipped in, it was quickly closed again.

Yang Guo looked at the stunningly beautiful woman who had come uninvited and let out a long breath.

Huang Rong stood in the center of the stone chamber. The large Quanzhen Taoist robe she wore did not give her any air of austerity; instead, it was accentuated by her voluptuous figure, creating a unique kind of beauty.

She didn't immediately reach for the black "Dark Night Enchantress" on the table. Instead, she turned around and stared at Yang Guo with a half-smile in her bright, peach-blossom eyes.

The two had not seen each other for a whole year. During that year, Huang Rong toiled day and night in Xiangyang City, but her heart was always with the young man who had made her break the taboos of society.

At this moment, she sneaked into his bedroom. Alone in the room with him, her previously composed demeanor finally began to loosen.

"I've made my way in here, and this ancient tomb of yours certainly has quite a few traps," Huang Rong said, taking a step forward and slowly walking up to Yang Guo. "Are you perhaps afraid that the two outside will discover that I secretly slipped into your stone chamber?"

Yang Guo's heart fluttered as he smelled the familiar scent of peach blossoms.

"Auntie, what are you saying?" Yang Guo's tone was tinged with grievance. "This ancient tomb is always dark and cold. I was just worried that the cold wind would catch your breath. You've come all the way from Xiangyang, you must be exhausted. If you catch a cold, I'll be heartbroken."

Huang Rong sneered and stretched out her slender finger, gently poking Yang Guo's chest.

"Afraid the wind will blow on me? I think you're afraid your good senior sister and good teacher will be jealous, aren't you?" Huang Rong's tone was full of sourness. "Just now at the dinner table, your senior sister was protecting you so fiercely. You took a knife for her and accompanied her to the cave to release her pressure points. I had no idea that you were living such a comfortable life on Zhongnan Mountain."

Yang Guo took the small hand into his palm.

"Rong'er, you're really wronging me." Yang Guo's eyes were sincere, and his tone became impassioned. "If I had something to hide, why would I have removed the golden bell rope outside this passage beforehand, deliberately leaving this crack in the stone door for you? For the past year, I've been training day and night in the Ancient Tomb, even sleeping on this jade bed. What was it all for? Wasn't it so that I could stand proudly beside you!"

Huang Rong tried to pull her hand back, but found that Yang Guo's strength was immense; his sixteen years of refined internal energy were definitely not a lie. She was secretly shocked; this little thief's martial arts had progressed so rapidly.

"Don't try to sweet-talk me." Huang Rong turned her head away, refusing to look into his captivating eyes. "If you truly care for me, why won't you come back to Xiangyang with me? Your Uncle Guo talks about you day and night, but you're hiding in this ancient tomb, not even writing a letter. If it weren't for Yin Zhiping's letter, I'd still be completely in the dark!"

Yang Guo's eyes turned cold the moment Yin Zhiping was mentioned.

"Rong'er, you are a dignified female strategist, how could you be blinded by such a despicable man as Yin Zhiping?" Yang Guo said indignantly. "That Yin Zhiping appears to be a reclusive Taoist priest, but in reality, he is a hypocrite! He wrote that letter to use someone else to do his dirty work. He's jealous that my martial arts are better than his, and even more jealous that I'm more handsome than him. He wants to use Uncle Guo to get rid of me so that he can dominate the Quanzhen Sect. Can't you see through his despicable behavior?"

Huang Rong listened to his logical and reasoned analysis, and most of her doubts were dispelled. She knew perfectly well that Yin Zhiping was no good, but she needed a legitimate excuse to approach Yang Guo.

"Even if Yin Zhiping has ulterior motives, don't you have any selfish reasons for staying in this ancient tomb?" Huang Rong retorted.

Yang Guo sighed, released her hand, turned around and walked to the cold jade bed, his back to her.

"My selfish motives are all for you," Yang Guo said in a low voice. "Uncle Guo is in Xiangyang. If I go back, can we still talk like this? Uncle Guo is so old-fashioned and conservative. If he discovers the truth between us, will we even survive? I'm staying here to accumulate strength. I want to master unparalleled martial arts so that one day I can take you away from Xiangyang without having to worry about anyone's opinion!"

These words struck a chord deep within Huang Rong. She was an extremely proud and possessive woman, and Yang Guo's domineering yet affectionate declaration instantly ignited the long-suppressed desires within her.

She walked behind Yang Guo, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and pressed her cheek against his back.

"Guo'er..." Huang Rong's voice softened, carrying a rare hint of coquettishness, "You little rascal, you always know how to hit the nail on the head. I've been riding at breakneck speed all this way, not daring to linger even for a short rest, just in case you get bullied on this mountain."

Yang Guo felt the warmth behind him, but inwardly he was in agony.

Oh no, Rong'er is serious this time.

He'd been relentlessly exploited by Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou lately, leaving him physically exhausted. Especially last night, Xiaolongnu insisted on dragging him to study some kind of "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra" dual-attack technique, keeping him up most of the night. His lower back was aching, and he felt even standing was difficult. If things went wrong with Huang Rong now, he'd definitely appear unable to keep up. And a shrewd woman like Huang Rong would immediately see through his act of secretly providing food.

Just as Yang Guo was racking his brains trying to figure out how to escape, the atmosphere in another stone chamber of the ancient tomb was equally tense.

Little Dragon Girl sat cross-legged on the jade bed, engrossed in a thread-bound book. It was a storybook Yang Guo had brought her from the foot of the mountain a few days ago, titled "The Overbearing Scholar Falls in Love with a Fox Demon." Under Yang Guo's subtle influence, this originally aloof and ethereal leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect had awakened a rather unusual yaoi (boys' love) side.

Li Mochou stormed into the stone chamber in a fit of rage and snatched the storybook from Xiaolongnu's hand.

"Junior Sister! You still have the mind to read such trivial books?" Li Mochou's eyebrows furrowed, her chest heaving violently. "That woman surnamed Huang has been acting strangely ever since she arrived! Her eyes were fixed on Yang Guo, and her words were full of probing questions about the true nature of our Ancient Tomb. I think she clearly wants to take Yang Guo back to Xiangyang!"

Xiaolongnu raised her head, her eyes clear and devoid of any ulterior motives. She looked at Li Mochou and said calmly, "Guo'er said that's his aunt. Is it inappropriate for an elder to visit a younger person and want to take him home?"

"An elder?" Li Mochou sneered. "Have you ever seen an elder look at a junior with that burning desire to devour them whole? Junior sister, you've never left the Ancient Tomb, you have no idea how dangerous the outside world is! That woman is cunning and calculating, using the guise of being an elder, but actually she wants to kidnap Yang Guo! If Yang Guo is taken away by her, who will buy you these storybooks?"

Little Dragon Girl thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook her head: "She can't take Guo'er away, nor can she occupy the ancient tomb. This ancient tomb is mine, and Guo'er is willing to stay. Guo'er likes to talk to her, so let them talk in the front hall. As long as Guo'er is happy, I don't care."

Li Mochou was shocked by her unusual logic.

"You...you're utterly unreasonable!" Li Mochou stamped her feet in exasperation. "Do you even know that woman is at the age of a wolf in sheep's clothing, and how many tricks she has up her sleeve? What will you do if she uses some sweet talk to bewitch Yang Guo's heart?"

Upon hearing the words "bewitching one's soul," a glimmer of light flashed in Xiaolongnu's eyes. She recalled Yang Guo's vigorous performance on the jade bed last night, and also the strange and wonderful plots in the storybooks.

"Guo'er is determined and won't be easily seduced," Xiaolongnu said confidently. "Besides, that woman is quite beautiful, and Guo'er said he likes beautiful women. If they get along well, it wouldn't hurt for them to chat more."

Li Mochou was utterly desperate. She felt that her junior sister was beyond saving, having been completely brainwashed by Yang Guo into a fool who couldn't distinguish right from wrong.

"Fine, if you won't do it, I will!" Li Mochou gritted her teeth and turned around. "I absolutely cannot let that woman take Yang Guo away. I'm going to find Yang Guo right now and tell him to stay away from that woman!"

Li Mochou strode out of the stone chamber and headed straight for Yang Guo's room.

Meanwhile, in Yang Guo's room, the crisis had reached a critical point.

Huang Rong released her arms from Yang Guo's and walked straight to the stone table, picking up the black "Dark Night Enchantress" dress.

"You just said that this dress was made especially for me?" Huang Rong turned around, her eyes sparkling with a hint of provocation.

Yang Guo nodded, forcing a smile: "Of course. Only Rong'er's figure is worthy of such ingenuity."

A charming smile played on Huang Rong's lips. She gently loosened the sash of her Taoist robe, which slid down her rounded shoulders to reveal a pink, mandarin duck-patterned bodice underneath. Her fair skin glowed alluringly in the dim stone chamber, and her voluptuous waist was free of any excess fat, showcasing the full charm of a mature woman to the fullest.

"Alright." Huang Rong's voice was soft. "Since it's such a kind gesture from you, I can't let you down. I'll try it out for you."

Yang Guo swallowed hard, feeling a sharp, throbbing pain in his lower back. He looked pale and utterly despondent.

No! I absolutely cannot let her take it off! If she does, I'll be dead right here today!

"Rong'er, wait!" Yang Guo shouted suddenly.

Huang Rong paused, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

"What?" Huang Rong looked at Yang Guo. "Are you worried it won't fit me?"

"Rong'er, you're absolutely right!" Yang Guo's mind raced. "The size is exactly as pictured. But... but these clothes absolutely cannot be worn now!"

"Why?" Huang Rong pressed closer.

"These clothes are made of too little fabric, and this jade bed is emitting an extremely cold aura," Yang Guo explained anxiously. "You've been traveling a long way, and your energy is still recovering. If you catch a chill now and develop a chronic illness, wouldn't I regret it for the rest of my life?"

Huang Rong snorted and said disdainfully, "I have practiced the internal martial arts of Peach Blossom Island since childhood, and I have also practiced the Yi Jin Jing and Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual. What can mere cold air do to me? Your repeated excuses clearly show that you have something to hide!"

Seeing that this trick was not working, Yang Guo had no choice but to use his trump card.

He took a deep breath, and his expression instantly became extremely serious.

"Rong'er, if you insist on wearing it, I won't stop you. But do you know why I meditate day and night on this cold jade bed?" Yang Guo said with a heavy heart, "I swallowed the Nine-Turn Reversal Pill that Yin Zhiping stole, which gave me ten years of extra power for nothing. But this pure yang energy is extremely domineering. Although I forcibly suppressed it with the Nine Yin Manual, we are currently at a critical stage of the clash between water and fire."

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Huang Rong's eyes.

"If you wear this outfit, with your charm, I will surely lose control. Once I'm aroused, my pure yang energy will completely go berserk, flowing backwards and disrupting my meridians. At best, I'll suffer a qi deviation and lose all my martial arts skills; at worst, my meridians will shatter, and I'll explode and die! My sixteen years of internal energy will probably be destroyed in an instant!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's expression changed slightly, but doubt remained in her eyes. After all, she was an exceptionally intelligent person; how could she be easily fooled by a few words?

"Don't try to scare me with that 'qi deviation' nonsense," Huang Rong said, half-believing. "When you hugged me just now, weren't you quite strong?"

Yang Guo knew that words alone wouldn't suffice; he needed to deliver some real substance.

He secretly activated the breath-holding technique from the Nine Yin Manual, while simultaneously reversing the penetrating force of the One-Finger Divine Skill and forcing it into his own eight extraordinary meridians. This was an extremely dangerous tactic; a slight misstep could result in genuine internal injury.

Just as Huang Rong was about to press him further, Yang Guo's face suddenly turned deathly pale. Large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body trembled violently, as if he were enduring immense pain.

"puff!"

Yang Guo bit his tongue hard, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth. His legs went weak, and he collapsed forward.

"Guo'er!"

Huang Rong was shocked and all her doubts vanished in that instant. She threw away the black clothes in her hand, not even bothering to put on her Taoist robe, and rushed over to hug Yang Guo tightly.

"Guo'er! What's wrong? Don't scare me!" Huang Rong's voice was trembling with tears as she frantically searched Yang Guo's body, trying to check his pulse.

Yang Guo leaned weakly against her soft breasts, feeling their amazing elasticity, secretly pleased, but on the surface he pretended to be about to die.

"Rong'er...don't touch me..." Yang Guo said hoarsely, his voice broken. "My internal energy...my internal energy is in disarray...quickly...help me onto the Jade Bed..."

Huang Rong dared not hesitate for a moment. She picked up Yang Guo by the waist and carefully placed him on the cold jade bed.

"Guo'er, hold on, I'll help you regulate your meridians!" Huang Rong's eyes reddened with anxiety. She placed her hands on Yang Guo's chest and continuously channeled her powerful internal energy into his body.

Yang Guo closed his eyes and guided Huang Rong's internal energy to circulate within his body. This self-inflicted injury not only successfully averted the crisis of trying on clothes, but also allowed Huang Rong to use her internal energy to relieve the fatigue in his legs.

This is truly killing two birds with one stone! I, Yang, am simply a genius!

Just as the atmosphere inside the stone chamber shifted from idyllic to tense, healing-focused, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the stone door.

"Bang bang bang!"

The stone gate was pounded with a deafening roar.

"Yang Guo! Come out here!" Li Mochou's furious voice rang out from outside the door. "What are you doing with the door closed in broad daylight? Are you hiding and practicing some evil martial art? Come out right now, I have something to say to you!"

Huang Rong was concentrating on regulating Yang Guo's internal energy when she heard the banging and shouting outside the door, and her face paled.

"not good!"

Her hands, which had been channeling internal energy, suddenly trembled. She hurriedly withdrew them, grabbed the Taoist robe beside her, and haphazardly wrapped it around her body, covering her pink bodice and alluring cleavage.

She glanced at Yang Guo lying on the bed, then listened to the increasingly loud knocking on the door, her eyes filled with fear.

Huang Rong, renowned throughout the martial arts world, is the respected Madam Guo and Chief Huang. If Li Mochou were to discover her sneaking into her nephew's bedroom today, disheveled and disfigured, not only would her own reputation be ruined, but her brother Jing, with his upright and unyielding nature, would surely be furious upon learning of this and would chop off Yang Guo with a single palm strike to cleanse the family!

This is absolutely not the time for sentimentality. If this is exposed, Yang Guo will die without a burial place!

"Guo'er, please don't make a sound..." Huang Rong whispered.

Like a frightened yet fiercely protective mother leopard, she instinctively stood in front of Yang Guo despite her fear and anxiety, her mind racing to figure out how to hide and protect the boy she loved to the core.