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

The hour of Mao (5-7 AM) had just passed.

The passageway of the ancient tomb was dark and gloomy. Yang Guo, supporting himself against the rough stone wall, felt his legs go weak and moved out step by step. With each step, the soreness in his lower back shot straight to his head.

Last night, Huang Rong said she wanted to test his internal strength. As a result, this woman, under the guise of exchanging martial arts skills, dragged him to discuss the "way of yin and yang harmony" for most of the night.

Peach Blossom Island possesses profound martial arts knowledge, and Huang Rong, being a woman who refuses to admit defeat, insisted that Yang Guo explain the internal energy circulation route of the Yi Jin Jing and Duan Gu Manual in detail.

Yang Guo inwardly groaned. Rong'er wasn't testing his internal strength at all; she was clearly trying to drain him dry so he wouldn't have the energy to provoke the other two today. This first wife's methods were truly remarkable, but it was only his own body that was suffering.

Yang Guo's vision is currently completely blacked out. This is only the first day. There are still fourteen days to go.

He dragged his heavy steps to the Cold Jade Bed Stone Chamber in the back mountain.

The stone door was open. Little Dragon Girl, dressed in a slightly oversized plain white Taoist robe, sat cross-legged in the center of the cold jade bed. She held the book "The Domineering Scholar Falls in Love with a Fox Demon" in her hands, engrossed in reading it.

Hearing footsteps, Xiaolongnu looked up, her gaze shifting from the pages of her book to Yang Guo's pale face. Her eyes swept over his unsteady steps, a hint of displeasure rising within her.

"Guo'er, you're a whole incense stick late." Xiaolongnu closed the book and placed it aside. She patted the empty seat next to her. "Come on up."

Yang Guo yawned, took off his shoes, and climbed onto the cold jade bed.

As soon as he sat down, the biting cold shot up his tailbone and straight to the top of his head, making him shiver and clearing his previously drowsy mind.

A chill seeped into his bones, freezing away all the romantic thoughts in his mind, leaving only dread of the upcoming special training. Teacher Long, who usually appeared serene and detached, was no less ruthless in her methods of tormenting people than Huang Rong.

"Teacher Long, given my physical condition, could you reduce the dosage a bit today?" Yang Guo pleaded with a pained expression. "Last night, Chief Huang examined my internal energy, which took a lot of his energy. My dantian feels completely empty right now."

Xiaolongnu moved her body without answering and came behind Yang Guo.

"Turn around and face away from me," Little Dragon Girl commanded.

Yang Guo obediently did as instructed.

Xiaolongnu stretched out her hands and placed them on Yang Guo's back. Through the thin fabric of his clothes, Yang Guo could feel the warmth of her palms. Immediately afterward, extremely cold internal energy surged into his body through Xiaolongnu's palms.

This true energy was exceptionally domineering, directly rushing into Yang Guo's eight extraordinary meridians.

Yang Guo let out a muffled groan, his body involuntarily tensing up.

"Don't move around." Little Dragon Girl's voice came from behind. "Your internal heat is too strong. You must not have slept well last night, and your qi and blood are restless. If you don't suppress this internal heat, you won't be able to maintain your balance when you practice swordsmanship later."

Xiaolongnu's hands roamed over Yang Guo's back, guiding the cold energy within his body. She pressed her entire body against Yang Guo's back. Yang Guo could even feel the airflow from her breath on his neck.

This posture is extremely ambiguous.

The cold air from the Jade Bed and the softness of Xiaolongnu's body intertwined, giving Yang Guo a taste of what it meant to experience both ice and fire.

He inwardly groaned; Teacher Long was definitely up to something. He could have used his internal energy to guide her from a distance, but instead he insisted on getting so close.

The soft touch on his back rekindled his previously chilled thoughts. This girl, though outwardly cold as ice, possessed a method of close-range internal energy manipulation that was even more deadly than Huang Rong's.

"My senior sister was so angry last night that she didn't sleep a wink," Little Dragon Girl chatted casually while circulating her internal energy. "She smashed three teacups in the stone chamber next door. If you go to her room tonight, be careful she might prick you with her Ice Soul Silver Needles."

Yang Guo chuckled twice, not daring to reply.

His scalp tingled, and the image of Li Mochou forcing him to submit with poisoned needles flashed through his mind. These three women were all ruthless, and he feared he would truly perish in the ancient tomb for the next two weeks.

After an incense stick had burned, Xiaolongnu withdrew her hand. Yang Guo exhaled a long breath. The internal fire within him was forcibly suppressed by the cold air, and his dantian was once again filled with cool true energy, greatly invigorating him.

"Internal energy conditioning complete." Little Dragon Girl jumped off the cold jade bed and walked to the weapon rack in the corner of the stone chamber. "Come down and practice your sword."

Yang Guo picked up a wooden sword from the side and walked to the center of the arena.

He had assumed that Xiaolongnu would pick up another wooden sword to spar with him. To his surprise, Xiaolongnu pulled a bundle of white, flexible rope from her sleeve. This was a specially made silkworm silk rope used by the Ancient Tomb Sect to practice the Heavenly Net Formation, impervious to swords and blades.

Yang Guo stared at the bundle of rope, a sense of foreboding rising within him. They always practiced swordsmanship with real weapons; what was she doing with rope? Had this girl read too many romance novels? Was she planning something strange?

"Teacher Long, aren't we practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword Technique? What are you doing with the rope?" Yang Guo took a half step back.

Little Dragon Girl walked over with a rope.

"The Tongtian Arena is a one-against-many situation. You will face the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's Heavenly Dipper Formation all by yourself," Xiaolongnu explained calmly. "The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Swordplay is originally a two-person attack. Now you are going to use this swordplay alone, and your footwork and movements must completely defy common sense. You will have to walk the path of two people all by yourself."

Little Dragon Girl grabbed Yang Guo's wrist and quickly wrapped one end of the rope around it, tying a tight knot.

"Your muscles have become accustomed to the power generation method of the Quanzhen Swordplay. When faced with danger, you will instinctively dodge according to the Quanzhen Swordplay's routine." Xiaolongnu took the other end of the rope, went around to Yang Guo's back, and said, "I'm going to use external force to forcibly change your muscle memory."

Before Yang Guo could retort, Xiaolongnu flicked her wrist, wrapping the rope around Yang Guo's ankles, waist, and shoulders several times.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Guo was bound into an extremely strange position. His left hand was pulled up, his right leg was pulled outward by ropes, his waist was tightened, and his whole body was in a twisted shape.

Yang Guo cursed inwardly that this posture was absolutely terrible; not only was it awkward, but it also completely exposed his physique. This wasn't sword practice; it was clearly treating him like a plaything to be manipulated at will.

"This pose is too embarrassing!" Yang Guo stood on one leg, struggling to maintain his balance. "Teacher Long, if someone sees this, how can I face anyone in the martial arts world?"

Little Dragon Girl stood a few steps away, holding the ends of several ropes in her hands. Looking at Yang Guo's embarrassed state, a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes, and her devilish older sister persona fully erupted.

This was exactly the effect she wanted. Last night, Huang Rong had the upper hand; today, she was going to keep this little thief firmly under her control. Tied up like this, how could he possibly think about other women?

"Take this!" Without warning, Little Dragon Girl pulled one of the ropes.

Yang Guo's right leg was pulled hard, and he fell forward uncontrollably.

"Ouch!" Yang Guo cried out, instinctively trying to brace himself with his left hand.

Xiaolongnu pulled another rope. Yang Guo's left hand was hoisted up, and he spun halfway through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Your footwork was wrong," Little Dragon Girl pointed out mercilessly. "Just now, you should have used the pull to perform a variation of the 'Wandering the World' move, sliding to the side to avoid it."

Yang Guo rubbed his sore bottom and got up, gritting his teeth. He finally understood; this girl was just settling a personal score. But the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword Technique did require a change in his power exertion habits, so he could only grit his teeth and accept it.

"Again!"

For the next half hour, Yang Guo's screams and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground echoed from the stone chamber.

The rope in Xiaolongnu's hands became the strings of a puppet. She changed the angle and force of her pulls. Yang Guo was forced to perform various difficult dodging maneuvers that defied the limits of human endurance.

If his angle of force deviates slightly from the requirements of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword Technique, Little Dragon Girl will pull the rope forcefully, causing him to lose his balance and fall.

"Gently! Your waist is going to break!" Yang Guo was pulled back by a rope around his waist, his hands flailing wildly in the air.

Little Dragon Girl stood behind, gripping the rope with both hands and pulling back with all her might.

Just then, soft footsteps came from the passageway of the stone chamber.

Huang Rong carried a wooden tray with a steaming bowl of wild ginseng and black chicken soup on it.

She felt somewhat guilty for keeping Yang Guo occupied most of the night, so she got up early to cook this nourishing soup for him. She also took the opportunity to check up on him and see what Little Dragon Girl was up to.

Huang Rong was secretly pleased with herself, believing that her combination of kindness and severity would surely make Yang Guo devoted to her.

With her cold and aloof nature, what did Xiaolongnu know about serving men? As long as she puts this bowl of soup in his mouth, Yang Guo's heart will naturally be entirely on her side.

Huang Rong walked to the entrance of the stone chamber and peeked inside.

Upon seeing the scene inside, Huang Rong froze in place.

In the center of the arena, Yang Guo stood disheveled and drenched in sweat. One of his legs was suspended high by a rope, and his waist was bent backward in an exaggerated arc.

Little Dragon Girl stood behind him, tightly gripping the rope in her hand; the two were extremely close.

Yang Guo was panting heavily, yelling, "They're tied too tight! Loosen them a bit, I can't take it anymore!"

Little Dragon Girl retorted calmly, "Endure it. How will you learn your lesson if you're not tied tighter!"

Huang Rong tightened her grip on the tray, her nails digging deep into the wood. The chicken soup in the wooden bowl spilled out and onto the tray.

What kind of sword practice is this!

Huang Rong was so angry that her chest heaved violently.

These women from the Ancient Tomb Sect are utterly shameless. They haven't even properly explained the theory of practicing martial arts by taking off clothes, and this morning they're already playing this bondage game!

Yang Guo is naive and inexperienced; he must have been corrupted by this vixen.

Her mind was filled with obscene images of the two of them. No wonder Yang Guo was yelling so loudly earlier; he was up to this kind of thing!

I put in so much effort last night, but it was no match for those few ropes from that vixen!

She initially wanted to rush in and yell at them, but then she thought back to the rules she had just established yesterday: everyone should do their own job and not interfere with each other. Rushing in now would only make her appear flustered and lose face.

Huang Rong gritted her teeth and slammed the tray down onto a protruding rock at the entrance of the passageway. The wooden bowl struck the rock with a loud "bang."

She turned and left, secretly planning to give Yang Guo a tough time during the afternoon's special training to completely bring this little rascal back to his senses.

Hearing the noise at the entrance of the passage, Yang Guo turned his head to look. There was no one in sight, only a wooden tray and a bowl of steaming chicken soup on a protruding stone.

Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine.

The suggestive conversation they just had, coupled with her shameful position of being bound hand and foot, would surely lead Huang Rong's clever mind astray. She knew that the matriarch would give her a severe beating during the afternoon's special training.

This blessing of having multiple wives is truly a deadly predicament.

Xiaolongnu loosened the rope in her hands. Yang Guo lost his support and sat down hard on the ground, his tailbone going numb from the impact.

He rubbed his aching lower back, secretly groaning inwardly. This Teacher Long was too rough; sooner or later he'd break his bones and shatter his body.

Little Dragon Girl walked to the entrance of the passageway, picked up the bowl of chicken soup, and sniffed it. With her keen sense of smell, she could tell that it contained wild ginseng that had been stored for a full year and several other medicinal herbs that were highly beneficial for replenishing qi and blood.

"The cooking is just right. Chief Huang really cares about you." Little Dragon Girl placed the chicken soup in front of Yang Guo. "Drink it. It'll replenish your strength."

Her tone was calm, showing no hint of jealousy. In her view, as long as Yang Guo could endure the special training, it didn't matter whose soup it was.

Yang Guo untied the ropes binding him, took the chicken soup, and drank it all in one gulp. The warm medicinal power flowed down his throat into his stomach, dispelling the fatigue from the earlier fall, and even activating the pure internal energy he had accumulated over sixteen years in his dantian.

He smacked his lips, secretly praising Rong'er's cooking skills as absolutely amazing, but also noting her excessive jealousy.

"Teacher Long, your special training methods are too torturous." Yang Guo put the empty bowl on the ground and rubbed the red and swollen marks on his wrist. His mind was full of bondage scenes from the adult films he had seen in his previous life. This Teacher Long looked indifferent, but he was quite skilled at these tricks. If they really got to bed, who knows who would be at a disadvantage.

Xiaolongnu walked back to the bedside of Hanyu and picked up the storybook. She ignored Yang Guo's complaints, taking them as a necessary hardship in training.

"Movements and footwork can be corrected by external force," Xiaolongnu said, turning the page of her book. "But sword intent must be comprehended by yourself. When you drew your sword just now, your mind was filled with too many distractions. Although the sword move was fast, it wasn't ruthless enough."

She recalled the trajectory of Yang Guo's sword strikes just now, noting that he always restrained his sharpness at crucial moments, showing no trace of his indomitable killing intent.

Little Dragon Girl pointed to a line of words on the page and discussed martial arts theory with an extremely serious expression.

"The book says, 'If you have no man in your heart, your sword will naturally be divine.'" Little Dragon Girl looked at Yang Guo. "That applies to you too. Your swordsmanship is mixed with too much lust. When you draw your sword, all you think about is how to protect women. This kind of swordsmanship will shatter at the first touch of a true master."

She read from the book verbatim, treating the chivalrous feuds in the storybooks as gospel, without considering how absurd it sounded coming from her mouth.

Little Dragon Girl closed the book and delivered her final conclusion.

"If you want to win in the Heavenly Arena, you must be ruthless and devoid of love. Banish all women from your mind. Only by wielding your sword without mercy can you become invincible."

Yang Guo, after listening to this long-winded speech, was so angry he laughed. This little brat, after reading a couple of lousy books, dared to lecture him, a seasoned lover? He, a master with sixteen years of internal energy, and a master of acting, could he really be fooled by a few pretentious words?

He stood up, strode up to Xiaolongnu, and stared directly into her eyes.

"Bullshit." Yang Guo cursed without any politeness. "The author of this book must be a eunuch."

Xiaolongnu frowned slightly, expressing her dissatisfaction with Yang Guo's rebuttal of the truth in the book. She didn't understand what the connection was between eunuchs and writing books, and simply thought Yang Guo was being unreasonable.

Yang Guo braced himself on the edge of the jade bed, leaning forward to get closer to Xiaolongnu. He intentionally closed the distance, using his tall stature to pressure her gaze.

"Teacher Long, listen carefully." Yang Guo stared into her eyes, his tone extremely aggressive. "I'm an ordinary person. I practice martial arts not to become some heartless, emotionless wooden stake. I practice martial arts to protect the women around me. To prevent them from being bullied!"

Yang Guo reached out and grabbed Xiaolongnu's wrist, pulling her towards him. He used just the right amount of force, neither hurting her nor making it impossible for her to break free.

"The deeper the love, the more ruthless the sword." Yang Guo lowered his voice, his tone husky and captivating. "My heart holds you, that's why my sword has roots. You want me to be heartless and devoid of love? Maybe in my next life."

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "you," both to show his loyalty and to leave room for maneuver.

Xiaolongnu was pulled forward by Yang Guo, and the two were almost touching. She could clearly smell the strong masculine scent emanating from Yang Guo.

This little rascal actually has a certain imposing presence when he gets serious. Little Dragon Girl thought to herself.

"Suit yourself." Little Dragon Girl pulled her wrist back, her tone still indifferent. "Anyway, you're the one who's going to get hurt."

She turned her face away, avoiding Yang Guo's burning gaze, but a blush crept up her ears.

when--

The sound of a midday bell came from outside the ancient tomb.

The special training period from 5 AM to 11 PM has ended.

A series of crisp footsteps echoed through the passageway. The footsteps were heavy and hurried, clattering on the stone slabs, revealing the extremely agitated state of mind of the person who had entered.

Huang Rong emerged from the shadows, carrying a bright green dog-beating stick.

Her face was extremely pale, her gaze shifting back and forth between Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu. She had seen everything that had just happened; not only was that little thief tied up in all sorts of ways, but he even dared to grab that vixen's wrist!

"Guo'er, it's time." Huang Rong tapped the ground with her dog-beating stick.

She looked at Yang Guo's clothes, wrinkled from the ropes, and sneered, "Looks like your bones have loosened up after a morning of special training. Take off your coat and come to my room. I'll teach you what real close combat is this afternoon."

She emphasized the words "close combat" heavily, secretly vowing to completely drain the boy's stamina that afternoon, and see how he would deal with that poisonous woman Li Mochou that night!