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

Ancient tomb hot spring.

Steam swirls above the stone chamber. The pool water is clear, with smooth pebbles at the bottom. The surrounding stone walls are covered with moss from the constant heat.

Yang Guo led Huang Rong to a stop by the pond and casually put his arm around her waist. He knew that although he had temporarily calmed Huang Rong down with sweet words, a woman's suspicions were not so easily dispelled. He had to strike while the iron was hot and make it a fait accompli before he could completely settle her down.

"Rong'er, are you still going to try on those clothes?" Yang Guo lowered his voice, his tone carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible seduction.

Huang Rong's cheeks flushed slightly, and her heart skipped a beat. She pushed Yang Guo away and walked to a clean bluestone slab. Although the two had already been intimate, in this unfamiliar environment filled with steam, she, the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect, still felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.

She unbuttoned her large Taoist robe. The robe slipped down.

Her fair skin shimmered in the steam. The ancient tomb was still somewhat chilly, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Yang Guo pulled out the black "Dark Night Enchantress" outfit from his pocket. This was a battle robe he had gone to great lengths to obtain; tonight's success or failure hinged on this moment.

He handed over the clothes.

Huang Rong took it. She glanced down, her delicate brows furrowing instantly, a surge of heat rushing to her head. This wasn't clothing! It was practically filth that even prostitutes would be ashamed to wear!

"Why are there two pieces?" Huang Rong fiddled with the fabric in her hands, her fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure. "The top piece only has two straps and a palm-sized piece of cloth, and this bottom piece... what is this? It can't even cover up anything, just a few thin strings holding up a small piece of cloth?"

Yang Guo leaned closer, suppressing a smile, and began to patiently explain.

"Rong'er, this is called a two-piece training outfit. The top protects your heart meridian, while the bottom is breathable. Only by wearing both together can you achieve the state of harmony between heaven and man." Yang Guo said this nonsense with a straight face, but his eyes were honestly lingering on Huang Rong's half-exposed shoulders.

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him, knowing exactly what was going on. This little thief was full of evil intentions; his talk of harmony between heaven and man was clearly just a way to humiliate himself.

"Your head is full of such despicable thoughts," Huang Rong scolded, but her hands stopped moving. She wanted to throw the rags on the ground, but when she thought of Yang Guo's heartfelt confession, she couldn't bear to spoil his mood.

Well, since we're in this dark and gloomy ancient tomb anyway, let's just indulge him this once.

She turned around and walked behind a huge stalactite.

The rustling sound of changing clothes could be heard.

Yang Guo stood there, swallowing hard. He rubbed his lower back, a wave of soreness washing over him. Last night, Xiaolongnu had dragged him to practice swordsmanship, and during the day he had been channeling his inner energy into Li Mochou; even his iron body was starting to feel the strain.

But at this critical juncture, even if my back is broken, I have to grit my teeth and hold on. I absolutely cannot let Rong'er see anything amiss, otherwise, once this hellish scene erupts, I fear I will die without a burial place.

Half an incense stick later.

Footsteps echoed from behind the stalactites. Each step seemed incredibly hesitant.

Huang Rong came out.

The thin black ribbons outlined a breathtaking arc. A few alluring red flowers were embroidered in key positions.

The thin rope around her waist and hips completely exposed her voluptuous legs. This extreme exposure made her feel extremely uncomfortable, and she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

But to later generations, this was just a very common bikini on the beach, which Huang Rong obviously did not know.

Yang Guo stopped breathing.

He had seen countless people in his past life, but he was still shocked at this moment. Huang Rong, a dignified and beautiful woman who usually occupied a high position, was always fully covered up. Now, wearing such visually striking clothes, the stark contrast ignited all his blood.

Huang Rong covered her chest with both hands, feeling somewhat awkward. She felt Yang Guo's murderous gaze, and her face burned.

"These clothes are too tight," Huang Rong said, biting her lower lip. "They're so tight it's hard to breathe."

Yang Guo strode over, his possessiveness completely overriding his reason.

"Let me adjust the straps for you." Yang Guo's hand touched her back.

He untied the knot at her back and retied it. His fingers traced her skin, intentionally or unintentionally, feeling its smoothness and warmth.

Huang Rong trembled slightly, a tingling sensation spreading from her spine throughout her body, and her last remaining resistance crumbled at that moment.

"Guo'er..." Huang Rong's voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness that she herself did not realize.

"Rong'er, you are so beautiful." Yang Guo leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.

Huang Rong turned around and wrapped her arms around Yang Guo's neck. Reason made a final struggle before succumbing to temptation; she suddenly remembered what had happened during the day, and jealousy surged up again.

"You little thief, you spent half the day causing trouble in that vixen's room. Do you still have any energy left?" Huang Rong probed, her eyes fixed on Yang Guo's face, not missing a single change in his expression.

Warning bells rang in Yang Guo's mind.

This is a life-or-death question. If you hesitate even for a moment at this point, all your previous efforts will be in vain.

He grabbed Huang Rong by the waist and picked her up, using the most direct and brutal action to cover up his inner guilt.

"Rong'er will know once she tries it." Yang Guo carried her and strode into the hot spring pool.

The warm pool water reached up to their waists.

Yang Guo proved his innocence with his actions. He and Li Mochou really did nothing during the day.

The next morning.

The main hall of the ancient tomb.

Several empty bowls were placed on the stone table.

Li Mochou sat upright on the stone bench. Her eyes were dark-rimmed, and her face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

She waited in her room all night. She didn't even close the door properly, hoping Yang Guo would sneak in under the cover of darkness. She even rehearsed in her mind how to serve that boy, but by dawn, she hadn't seen a single person. The humiliation of being neglected and abandoned gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake.

Footsteps could be heard coming from the passageway.

Huang Rong came out.

She changed back into her loose-fitting Quanzhen Taoist robe. Her long hair was styled into a bun, secured with a wooden hairpin. Her complexion was rosy and radiant, her skin so supple it seemed one could pinch water from it. However, her gait was slightly unsteady, and with each step, her hips swayed more dramatically than usual. Although last night's frenzy had left her exhausted, the feeling of being refreshed after a long drought had imbued her with a mature woman's charm from within.

Seeing Huang Rong's appearance, Li Mochou immediately understood what had happened last night. Her anger surged, and the veins on the back of her hand gripping the whisk bulged.

"Chief Huang, you're up really early," Li Mochou said coldly, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Did you sleep well last night?"

Huang Rong walked to the stone table, pulled out a stone stool, and sat down. She glanced at Li Mochou, keenly catching the jealousy and resentment in the other's eyes. A sense of superiority, like that of an empress, welled up within her.

She picked up the teapot on the table and poured herself a glass of water.

"Thank you for your concern, Fairy Li. I slept very well." Huang Rong took a sip of water and said slowly, deliberately emphasizing the word "very well." "Although this ancient tomb is cold and gloomy, the Jade Bed is indeed a holy grail for healing. Guo'er helped me regulate my internal energy last night, which was very tiring for him."

Li Mochou slammed her hand on the stone table, making the empty bowl on it vibrate loudly.

"Organize your inner energy?" Li Mochou gritted her teeth, wishing she could flick her whisk at that smug face. "Chief Huang, you're quite the big shot. This ancient tomb ultimately belongs to the Dragon family, not the Huang family. You, an outsider, dare to point fingers here? Do you really think you're the mistress of the house?"

Huang Rong put down her teacup with a crisp sound. She couldn't stand people bringing up her identity, especially this infamous Red Serpent Fairy.

"I've disciplined Guo'er since he was little." Huang Rong looked directly at Li Mochou, adopting the authority of the Beggar Clan leader. "If Fairy Li can't stand it, she's free to leave. This ancient tomb is dark and damp, not suitable for recuperating."

Li Mochou stood up, looking down at Huang Rong with a venomous look in her eyes.

"Whether I leave or not is none of your business," Li Mochou sneered. "Guo'er promised me last night that he would continue to help me unblock my meridians. He broke his promise to me; he must have been held back by some vixen."

Huang Rong's eyes turned cold, and a sudden, inexplicable irritation welled up inside her. That brat Yang Guo, he really did make a promise to that vixen behind her back!

"Li Xianzi, please speak with more respect. Everyone knows who the vixen is," Huang Rong said sternly, suppressing her unease. "Guo'er is in the prime of his life, with a bright future ahead of him. I will not allow anyone to ruin his future."

The two were locked in a fierce confrontation, neither willing to back down, and the air was thick with tension.

Just then, footsteps echoed through the passageway again.

Little Dragon Girl came out carrying a thread-bound book.

She was dressed in white, her expression aloof. She seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the hall, or perhaps simply didn't care. She walked to the stone table, pulled out a stone bench, and sat down.

She ignored the two of them, placed the book on the table, turned to a page, and seemed to be carefully checking something.

Then, she raised her head and stared intently at Huang Rong.

Little Dragon Girl stared at Huang Rong's face for a while, then looked down at Huang Rong's legs, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Huang Rong felt extremely uncomfortable under her gaze; the feeling of being stripped naked and scrutinized made her uneasy.

"Miss Long, why are you looking at me like that?" Huang Rong straightened her clothes, trying to hide her panic.

Little Dragon Girl stretched out her slender finger and tapped the pages of the book on the table, as if she had found some important evidence.

"Chief Huang, in the seventh chapter of this book, 'The Overbearing Scholar Falls in Love with a Fox Demon,' it says that the scholar and the fox demon spent the night together in the cave. The next day, the fox demon was radiant, her eyes were full of spring water, and her steps were unsteady." Xiaolongnu's tone was flat, without the slightest fluctuation, as if she were reciting an ordinary martial arts manual.

Huang Rong's expression changed slightly, and her heart skipped a beat.

Little Dragon Girl continued, "The book also says that if a fox demon absorbs a scholar's yang energy, the scholar will become emaciated. But if a scholar takes a fox demon's yin essence, the fox demon will have a rosy complexion and her legs will tremble when she walks."

The hall was completely silent.

Li Mochou was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and almost burst out laughing.

Huang Rong's face instantly flushed crimson, the blush spreading all the way to the roots of her neck. She never imagined that such a private matter would be so openly and crudely stated in front of outsiders by an innocent young girl. The intense shame almost suffocated her.

Little Dragon Girl looked at Huang Rong and asked with utmost seriousness, as if discussing a rigorous academic question: "Chief Huang, you look exactly like the one described in this book. Did you absorb any of my yang energy last night?"

"Bang!"

Huang Rong suddenly stood up and slammed her palm on the stone table, making her hand go numb.

"Nonsense!" Huang Rong's voice trembled with anger, abandoning all semblance of composure. "As the leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect, how dare you look at such filthy things!"

Li Mochou finally came to her senses and burst into laughter, releasing the pent-up anger she had been holding in all night.

"Hahaha! Good question, Junior Sister!" Li Mochou pointed at Huang Rong, laughing so hard she almost fell over. "Chief Huang, you'd better explain yourself! What's with this rosy-cheeked look on your face?"

Huang Rong's chest heaved violently, and she felt her vision blurring. As the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect, revered by thousands, she had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace.

"Li Mochou, don't you dare be so arrogant!" Huang Rong pointed at Li Mochou, her eyes red with anger. "You vixen, your mind is full of wicked men and women, you're so shameless yourself, you think so filthy of everyone else!"

Xiaolongnu frowned, finding Huang Rong's reaction rather inexplicable.

"Chief Huang, this book was bought for me by Guo'er," Xiaolongnu defended Yang Guo, her eyes pure and innocent. "Guo'er said it's for cultivating one's character. How could the words written in a book be filthy?"

Huang Rong was so choked that she couldn't speak, feeling as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in her throat.

That brat! Every word she utters is lewd and indecent, yet she wears such an innocent expression that it's impossible to retaliate. What's even more infuriating is that the culprit is none other than that little bastard Yang Guo!

"Where's Guo'er? Tell him to get out here!" Huang Rong roared, her voice almost lifting the dome of the ancient tomb.

At the end of the passageway, Yang Guo emerged carrying a steaming bowl of meat porridge. He had originally intended to use this porridge to curry favor and appease these troublemakers.

He had just reached the edge of the hall when he heard Xiaolongnu's remarks about "replenishing one's primordial yin".

Yang Guo's hand trembled, and he almost knocked the porridge bowl to the ground. His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He cursed himself inwardly for his impulsiveness in buying that kind of storybook for Xiaolongnu. His intention was to enlighten her, but now the girl had put it into practice and gone too far right at the dinner table. Now not only would Huang Rong want to kill him, but Li Mochou would tear him apart.

"Coming, coming!" Yang Guo forced himself to step forward, placed the porridge bowl on the stone table, and forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

He glanced at the three women on the table.

Huang Rong was furious, Li Mochou was gloating, and Xiaolongnu was full of curiosity.

This battlefield is even more dangerous than the Mount Hua Sword Tournament.

"Why is everyone so irritable so early in the morning?" Yang Guo picked up a bowl and began serving porridge. "Here, have some porridge first. I simmered this wild boar porridge for an hour; it's very nourishing!"

Huang Rong snatched the spoon from Yang Guo's hand.

"Explain yourself clearly! What kind of rubbish did you show Miss Long?" Huang Rong demanded.

Yang Guo chuckled twice.

"Auntie, please calm down. Those are just folk tales and supernatural stories, meant to pass the time. Don't take them seriously, don't take them seriously," Yang Guo said with a forced smile.

Li Mochou tapped on the table.

"Guo'er, you promised me last night." Li Mochou stared at Yang Guo. "Tonight, you must come to my room. My meridians are starting to ache again."

Huang Rong turned to look at Li Mochou.

"He's not going anywhere tonight!" Huang Rong said firmly. "He's staying in his room to practice his martial arts. No one is allowed to disturb him!"

Li Mochou did not back down.

"What right do you have to tell him what to do?"

"Why should you expect Yang Guo to serve you?"

The two met across the stone table, their eyes sparking as if flames were about to fly.

Yang Guo was caught in the middle, torn between two options.

He looked at Xiaolongnu, hoping that the owner of the ancient tomb could say something fair.

Little Dragon Girl picked up the bowl and took a sip of porridge.

"Guo'er," Xiaolongnu put down her bowl and looked at him, "The book says that if a scholar toils every night, he will shorten his lifespan. You should sleep on my Jade Bed tonight. I won't absorb your yang energy."

Yang Guo's vision went black.

This meal is inedible.