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

The main hall of the ancient tomb.

Huang Rong sat upright in the main seat, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands, the lid gently scraping the edge of the tea.

Her gaze kept drifting towards the door, her mind racing as she rehearsed how to legitimately keep Yang Guo by her side, determined not to let the other two women take advantage of him.

Li Mochou sat on the right. Her internal energy was sealed, and she was relying entirely on Yang Guo's yang energy to break through her acupoints. She was full of plans on how to get this boy into bed and absolutely could not let Huang Rong ruin things.

Little Dragon Girl sat on the left, engrossed in reading "The Overbearing Scholar Falls in Love with a Fox Demon." The outside world's turmoil was irrelevant to her; as long as Yang Guo was by her side, she could diligently practice the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra.

The three women each occupied a corner, ignoring each other. The atmosphere in the hall was so stifling it was hard to breathe.

Yang Guo stood before the stone table, his calves aching slightly. He had just run back from Chongyang Palace, and the exhaustion from his non-stop activity had left his lower back weak. Looking at the three ladies before him, he forced himself to recount the news he had overheard in the Chongyang Palace square.

"The Heavenly Arena. Ninth level. One-on-one duel with the Seven Masters of Quanzhen." Yang Guo placed his hands on the stone table, looked at the three women in front of him, and raised his voice, "In half a month, I will take the position of leader of the Quanzhen Sect."

Huang Rong put down her teacup. She had always admired capable men, and upon hearing Yang Guo's bold words, she was overjoyed and only hoped that he would make a name for himself soon.

"Excellent!" Huang Rong praised. "A man should have this kind of spirit. The Quanzhen Sect is known as the number one sect in the world, and the position of its leader is extremely prestigious. Guo'er, if you take this position, let's see who dares to point fingers at you in the martial world!"

Huang Rong had a clear plan in mind. Guo Jing had always reprimanded Yang Guo as an elder. But if Yang Guo became the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, the situation would be completely different.

A grandmaster of a sect, his status is on par with Guo Jing. Even if a whisper of her affair with Yang Guo were to escape notice, people in the martial arts world would have to think twice before gossiping. This position as sect leader would be Yang Guo's best protection, and also a remedy to rid her of her guilt.

Li Mochou snorted coldly. She had always looked down on the Quanzhen Sect, but she had to admit that those old Taoist priests had some real skills. More importantly, if Yang Guo really became the sect leader, he definitely wouldn't have as much time to stay in the Ancient Tomb with her in the future.

"Those old Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect have mediocre martial arts skills but a lot of rules. For Guo'er to become their leader is giving them face," Li Mochou said dismissively, then posed a practical problem, "However, this Tongtian Arena has nine levels in a row, clearly a series of challenges. The first few third and fourth generation disciples are easy to deal with, but what if the Seven Masters of Quanzhen personally intervene in the last few levels? How will you break their Heavenly Dipper Formation alone?"

Yang Guo straightened up and sighed. He inwardly groaned; with his limited resources, he could fight one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen head-on. But if all seven came out together, his chances of winning were slim.

"That's why I rushed back to discuss this with the three of you." Yang Guo spread his hands, passing the buck to them. "For the next two weeks, I must undergo intensive closed-door training. Only by mastering the essence of various martial arts styles can I have a chance of winning."

Huang Rong was overjoyed to hear this. This was a golden opportunity. As long as she took on the job of sparring, she could keep Yang Guo firmly by her side for the next two weeks, giving Li Mochou no chance to take advantage of her.

"Leave this special training to me."

Huang Rong readily took over the conversation, adopting the air of a female strategist, and said confidently, "I grew up on Peach Blossom Island. I know my father's Qimen Dunjia and Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm by heart. Later, I also read the general outline of the Nine Yin Manual. I have all the flaws in the world's martial arts in my mind. In the next two weeks, I will personally train you in the moves, and I guarantee that you will be completely transformed."

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou was immediately displeased. She was furious; Huang Rong clearly wanted to use the guise of special training to monopolize Yang Guo. If this woman succeeded, wouldn't her plan to untie the acupoints be ruined?

"What Chief Huang says is quite nice," Li Mochou slammed her whisk on the stone table, mercilessly dismantling his argument. "Knowing the flaws in your martial arts is one thing, but demonstrating them in a fight is another. How long has it been since you, the high and mighty Chief of the Beggars' Sect, have truly fought someone to the death?"

Huang Rong turned her head, her eyes meeting Li Mochou's: "What insightful opinion does Fairy Li have?"

Li Mochou stood up. She had to prove her worth and could not be marginalized in this battle.

"A martial arts contest in the arena is not a friendly sparring match between fellow disciples. Those Taoist priests, desperate to save face for the Quanzhen Sect, will resort to any underhanded tricks they can think of!"

Li Mochou's words were sharp and to the point: "What Guo'er needs are real-world killing techniques! The killing skills I, the Red Serpent Fairy, have honed over a decade of experience in the martial world! Seeing through the enemy's killing intent and striking a fatal blow—only I can teach that!"

Huang Rong refused to back down, inwardly cursing this shameless vixen who was clearly trying to take advantage of the situation. She retorted sarcastically, "Fairy Li has lost all her internal energy now; she can't even beat an ordinary strong man. What makes you think you can teach Guo'er?"

These words struck at Li Mochou's weak spot. She was so angry that the veins on the back of her hand bulged. If she hadn't lost all her martial arts skills, she would have already thrown a poisoned needle at him.

"I have no internal energy, but I've killed more people than you've ever seen!" Li Mochou gritted her teeth and retorted sharply. "Techniques are static, people are dynamic. I teach him how to turn the tables in dire situations, how to use hidden weapons to ambush people. Do you think your prestigious Peach Blossom Island would teach these things?"

The two were locked in a fierce battle, and the tension in the hall grew increasingly palpable.

Little Dragon Girl turned a page of her book without looking up. She didn't understand what the two women were arguing about; in her view, the method to improve one's strength was quite simple.

"Guo'er, just practice the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra with me." Xiaolongnu's tone was calm, as if she were talking about what to eat for dinner. "This martial art is specifically designed to counter the Quanzhen Sect. We'll take off our clothes, open our hearts, and our internal energy will increase the fastest. Half a month should be enough."

The hall fell silent immediately.

Huang Rong and Li Mochou turned their heads at the same time, staring intently at Xiaolongnu.

Huang Rong felt a surge of anger rising to her head. That brat! She couldn't stop talking about taking off her clothes! In front of so many people, she had absolutely no shame. She couldn't tolerate Yang Guo ever being naked with this girl again.

"Don't mention the matter of practicing martial arts while undressed again!" Huang Rong, adopting the air of an elder, loudly reprimanded, "The Grand Competition is imminent, and everyone in the Quanzhen Sect is watching. If any rumors spread, Guo'er's reputation will be completely ruined. We must follow the upright and honorable path of martial arts!"

Huang Rong's eyes darted around, and a plan formed in her mind. She not only wanted to teach Yang Guo martial arts, but also to use this opportunity to completely monopolize his time, ensuring that neither of the two women had a chance. Even at night, she could use an excuse to visit Yang Guo in his room.

"Since everyone is willing to help Guo'er, then we need a plan." Huang Rong took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve, spread it on the stone table, and gestured with her fingers over it. "There are twelve hours in a day. We must allocate them reasonably."

Li Mochou watched coldly, secretly scoffing, "This woman definitely has ill intentions: How does Chief Huang plan to divide it?"

"From 5 a.m. to 11 a.m., the yang energy is at its peak." Huang Rong made up a story with a straight face, without blushing or panting. "I taught him the internal energy cultivation method of the Nine Yin Manual and helped him regulate his true energy. From 1 p.m. to 5 p.m. in the afternoon, I dissected the flaws of the Quanzhen Sect's Big Dipper Formation and taught him the essence of the Dog-Beating Staff Technique."

Huang Rong paused for a moment and glanced at Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu.

"After 7 PM, Guo'er will be exhausted from practicing all day and must go back to his room to rest," Huang Rong declared decisively, blocking their escape route. "No one is allowed to disturb him. He must get enough sleep for the next two weeks."

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou burst into laughter. If she believed this nonsense, she wouldn't be called the Red Serpent Fairy.

"Hahaha! Chief Huang's scheme was so well-planned, I heard it all from the foot of Zhongnan Mountain!" Li Mochou pointed at Huang Rong's nose, mercilessly exposing her scheme. "You've taken up all the daytime, and you won't let anyone touch you at night. So, for the past two weeks, we, her fellow disciples, have just been left watching helplessly?"

Huang Rong remained unfazed, stubbornly denying it: "I was thinking of Guo'er's health. Don't bite off more than you can chew."

Li Mochou leaned closer to Huang Rong, her tone full of mockery and her eyes gleaming with amusement: "Health? Guo'er is young and strong, full of vigor. What's a few all-nighters? You say you'd let him go back to his room to rest tonight, but who knows if Chief Huang will use the excuse of an elder checking on him to sneak into Guo'er's room to 'discuss physics'?"

Huang Rong's cheeks flushed red. She was furious and embarrassed to have her selfish thoughts exposed to her face. She stood up abruptly and slammed her hand on the stone table.

"Li Mochou, stop spewing nonsense!" Huang Rong pointed at Li Mochou and cursed, "I have an upright and honest life, how dare you slander me like this!"

Li Mochou crossed her arms, completely unmoved by her act. They were all seasoned foxes, why bother with these ghost stories?

"Since you've acted uprightly, then give up your evenings." Li Mochou wouldn't budge an inch, sticking to her bottom line: "You have the daytime, I have the nights. I'll teach him hidden weapon techniques and nighttime combat skills. There's no room for negotiation!"

Little Dragon Girl put down her book and sighed. These two women were so noisy, seriously ruining her reading mood. Since they couldn't argue who was right, she'd settle it in the fairest way possible.

Little Dragon Girl picked up the brush on the table, dipped it in ink, and drew three thick, black horizontal lines on the silk handkerchief that Huang Rong had spread out.

"Stop arguing. We'll split the time equally." Little Dragon Girl pointed to the three lines on the silk handkerchief, her tone extremely decisive and brooking no argument. "I'll have the mornings for sword practice. Chief Huang will have the afternoons for explaining weaknesses. Senior Sister will have the evenings for teaching practical combat. After midnight, Guo'er will go to sleep."

Little Dragon Girl turned to Yang Guo: "Guo'er, what do you think?"

Yang Guo stood to the side, looking at the silk handkerchief divided into three equal parts, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

His legs went weak, and his calves started to cramp. These three women were clearly trying to kill him.

This isn't a schedule, it's a death knell!

This morning I accompanied Xiaolongnu to practice swordsmanship. This girl is a complete martial arts fanatic when she starts practicing. Once she starts practicing, she never gets tired and will definitely exhaust herself.

In the afternoon, Huang Rong tormented me. This female strategist has many tricks up her sleeve and is extremely possessive. She'll definitely try to sneak in her own ideas in her martial arts and, incidentally, check up on me to see if I have any affairs with the other two.

The worst time is at night.

Li Mochou will be back tonight!

This Crimson Fairy has completely lost her internal energy; her mind is filled with thoughts of how to give birth and release her acupoints. A man and a woman alone in a room late at night—what kind of nonsense is she going to teach about hidden weapons?! She definitely wants to use her as a weapon to drain her dry!

Yang Guo inwardly groaned, but seeing three pairs of eyes staring at him, how could he dare utter a single word of dissent? He could only silently pray that the ginseng from the back mountain would grow strong enough, otherwise, after half a month, he would die from exhaustion before even becoming the leader of the Quanzhen Sect.

"You three are all doing this for my own good, and I am deeply grateful." Yang Guo reluctantly agreed, "I will do as Master Long says. I will train hard and never let you down."

Yang Guo spoke eloquently, but secretly he was grinding his teeth to powder. These three women weren't taking turns; they were clearly trying to drain him dry. Sixteen years of refined internal energy couldn't withstand this relentless torment. He secretly groaned; this kind of "blessing" was truly unbearable. If he didn't replenish his strength soon, he wouldn't even have the strength to climb the Tongtian Arena.

Huang Rong looked at the silk handkerchief with extreme displeasure.

How could she possibly trust Li Mochou with the most dangerous time of night? This vixen had no bottom line; if Yang Guo fell into her hands, who knew how she would take advantage of him? As the dignified Madam Guo, having given herself to Yang Guo, she absolutely could not tolerate another woman touching what belonged to her.

"Schedule is fine," Huang Rong stated her final bottom line, "but I need to sit in every night. I'm not comfortable with Li Xianzi's teaching methods. What if she teaches some evil or crooked methods and ruins Guo'er's foundation?"

Huang Rong was determined that as long as she kept an eye on things, this vixen would never be able to take off her clothes and seduce anyone.

Li Mochou looked at Huang Rong provocatively. This was exactly the effect she wanted. Teasing Yang Guo in front of Huang Rong would not only release his pressure points but also severely humiliate the high and mighty leader of the Beggars' Sect.

"If Chief Huang wants to watch, then he can bring a stool and watch from the side." Li Mochou laughed extremely unrestrainedly. "As long as you don't find it an eyesore, I don't care. I'm just afraid that Chief Huang will blush with embarrassment and run away because he can't stand it."

Huang Rong snorted coldly and sat down again. The more arrogant this vixen was, the more determined she was to defend her position.

"I'd like to see what tricks you can come up with!" Huang Rong said through gritted teeth.

And that's how it was settled.

Looking at the three women before him, who were hostile to each other and secretly vying for power, Yang Guo quietly reached behind his back and vigorously rubbed his aching lower back. His mind was filled with thoughts of how to save his life.

Working non-stop for twelve hours a day.

They practiced martial arts during the day and delivered grain tax at night.

Whether he can become the leader of the Quanzhen Sect after two weeks of grueling training is still uncertain.

I'm afraid my life will end here in this ancient tomb.

We must go to the back mountain to catch some wild ginseng and then stew it into a complete tonic soup.

Otherwise, I would never be able to get past Li Mochou tonight.

As Yang Guo was pondering where to dig for ginseng, Li Mochou suddenly stood up and walked in front of him. Her figure swayed, and her mature and voluptuous curves could not be concealed beneath her Taoist robe.

"Guo'er." Li Mochou stretched out her finger and gently drew circles on Yang Guo's chest. "Come to my room tonight at 7 PM. I'll teach you the first move, the 'close-fitting' concealment method of the Ice Soul Silver Needle."

Li Mochou emphasized the word "intimate" very much. She wanted to use this explicit implication to force Huang Rong to lose her temper.

With a "crack," the teacup in Huang Rong's hand broke. Tea dripped through her fingers onto the stone table. How could she not understand the unspoken meaning behind the words "intimate"? This vixen had already blatantly stolen her man; if she continued to tolerate it, she would truly lose her position as the first wife.

"Guo'er, don't go tonight." Huang Rong stood up, adopting the strong stance of a matriarch. "Come to my room. I'll test your internal strength first and see where to start teaching you."

Li Mochou slammed her hand on the table. Seeing her prey about to escape, she was furious.

"Huang Rong!" Li Mochou pointed angrily at Huang Rong, "You broke the rules you just set yourself?"

"The rules start from 5 AM tomorrow," Huang Rong said matter-of-factly. "Tonight's shift is not on the schedule."

Huang Rong walked to Yang Guo's side and grabbed his arm. Her grip was extremely strong, as if she was afraid that Yang Guo would be bewitched by that enchantress.

"Let's go, Guo'er." Huang Rong pulled Yang Guo towards the passageway.

Li Mochou trembled with rage, her fingernails digging into her palms.

Little Dragon Girl sat at the table, continuing to read. She remained completely oblivious to the jealousy and rivalry outside.