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

The stone door closed, blocking out the light and the view of the other two women.

Huang Rong turned around, and the dog-beating stick in her hand struck the bluestone floor with a crisp sound.

Her chest heaved slightly, her mind filled with the absurd image of Yang Guo being bound hand and foot by Xiaolongnu. Did this little thief have no sense of propriety at all? That demoness from the Ancient Tomb Sect was clearly taking advantage of him, and he actually obediently let her do as she pleased.

Yang Guo obediently draped his outer garment on the stone bench and rubbed his aching lower back.

After all that struggling, his legs were trembling and his lower back was aching terribly.

He knew perfectly well that this old lady was seething with anger, and if he didn't appease her, he'd be in deep trouble this afternoon. He had to get this over with quickly, or he wouldn't be able to get through the evening.

"Rong'er, let me explain." Yang Guo preemptively launched into his explanation, his tone as aggrieved as could be. "I really didn't want to play with that rope this morning. Master Long insisted that I couldn't change my Quanzhen swordsmanship's power generation habits and forced me to correct them with external force. I was suspended in mid-air, my bones were almost broken, how could I feel any comfort at all?"

Huang Rong snorted coldly, picked up her dog-beating stick, and walked up to Yang Guo. Hearing him complain, her anger subsided somewhat, but she still had to maintain her composure and not let this boy think she was an easy woman to fool.

"Don't try to fool me with this nonsense."

Huang Rong poked Yang Guo's chest with the end of her staff, not too hard. "I've seen the Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts style these past few days. The Heavenly Net technique does use ropes, but who ties someone up like that? It's clearly that vixen using the guise of practicing martial arts to seduce you!"

"I'm innocent!" Yang Guo raised his hands, his eyes full of grievance, and took a half step forward. "My mind is filled with images of Rong'er. Even if she stood naked in front of me, I would never look at her."

He spoke with absolute certainty, first offering the most agreeable words to stabilize the first wife's composure.

Huang Rong's ears burned at his blatant confession, and most of her jealousy was dispelled by his sweet words. She raised her dog-beating stick and tapped Yang Guo's calf, scolding him playfully.

"Shut up. Don't try to talk your way out of this."

Huang Rong sat down at the stone table, abandoning her jealous and petty demeanor and adopting the air of the matriarch. Business was important; she needed to demonstrate her true abilities and show this young man who was the woman who could truly help him establish himself in the martial world.

"I'm asking you, what do you plan to use to fight in the Heavenly Arena?"

Yang Guo straightened up, having no intention of hiding anything from Huang Rong. He was willing to lay bare all his resources so that this female strategist could offer her some advice.

He meticulously listed all the martial arts he knew on his fingers: "I have sixteen years of refined internal energy, and I've mastered the One-Finger Divine Skill to the seventh rank. I also learned the Nine Yin Manual's Tendon-Changing and Bone-Refining Chapter from the Ancient Tomb, and the sword techniques left behind by Patriarch Chongyang. These trump cards are strong enough, aren't they?"

Huang Rong gasped in shock upon hearing this. This kid had only been on the mountain for a year, yet his strength had reached such a level. Compared to Yang Guo, Da Wu and Xiao Wu were undoubtedly good-for-nothings.

But she still shook her head, her gaze towards Yang Guo revealing a hint of disappointment.

"You're like a nouveau riche in the city, you have mountains of gold and silver but don't know how to spend them."

Huang Rong placed the Dog-Beating Stick across her knees and began to analyze each point, her words hitting the nail on the head. "Your internal strength is indeed high, but which of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen is easy to deal with? They have cultivated for decades, and their internal strength is inexhaustible. Your One-Finger Divine Skill is powerful, but it consumes a great deal of true energy. How many fingers can you unleash in succession? As for the Chongyang Sword Technique, you have only learned the moves but have not grasped the sword intent. If you encounter the Big Dipper Formation, they can wear you down in just a few moves."

Yang Guo broke out in a cold sweat; Huang Rong had completely stripped away his earlier smugness. He leaned forward, placed his hands on the edge of the stone table, and looked at Huang Rong with expectant eyes.

"In Rong'er's opinion, how should I fight?" Yang Guo humbly asked for advice.

Huang Rong stood up, her figure slender and graceful. Seeing Yang Guo so obedient, she felt extremely pleased, and her tone naturally carried a hint of haughty arrogance.

"A duel in the ring isn't just about strength, it's also about brains." Huang Rong drew a circle in the air with her Dog-Beating Stick. "Your martial arts are too mixed up. The rules of the Quanzhen Sect, the agility of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and the domineering nature of the Nine Yin Manual are all mixed together, making it a complete mess. What you lack most right now is a rope to string these loose coins together. That is, a tactic to coordinate the overall situation."

Yang Guo nodded repeatedly, thinking to himself that he hadn't spoiled this woman for nothing; in crucial moments, he still needed her brains. He flattered her resoundingly: "Rong'er, you're a female Zhuge Liang; wherever you point, I'll go."

Huang Rong was pleased by his praise, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"The Beggars' Sect rules state that the Dog-Beating Stick Technique is passed down to the sect leader and not to outsiders."

Huang Rong twisted her wrist, making the Dog-Beating Stick twirl into two beautiful flourishes. She was driven by selfishness, wanting to help her lover but not wanting to give others cause for gossip.

"I can't break the rules and teach you the whole set. But there are three key words in this staff technique that are best suited for breaking formations and close-quarters combat. Today I'll only teach you the intent; you can use your fists and feet to execute them, and I guarantee those Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect will suffer greatly."

"What are those three words?" Yang Lai asked, his eyes fixed on the emerald green bamboo stick in Huang Rong's hand.

"Trip, chop, entangle," Huang Rong enunciated clearly.

Yang Guo stroked his chin, went over the three words in his mind, and raised an objection.

"Rong'er, this sounds like nothing but underhanded tricks," Yang Guo retorted. "How embarrassing would it sound if word got out that I, the future leader of the Quanzhen Sect, would trip someone up on the fighting stage?"

Huang Rong hit Yang Guo on the forehead with her dog-beating stick, hating that this brat was so proud that he was suffering for it.

"Nonsense!" Huang Rong scolded. "All's fair in war! Back then, Master Qi was invincible with this staff technique. Who dared to call him a scoundrel? This is called skillful and practical combat. You don't need weapons; you use leg techniques to trip, palm techniques to chop, and grappling techniques to entangle. As long as you can win, who cares about how elegant your form is?"

Huang Rong took a stance, stepped back two steps, and prepared to personally teach him the moves.

"Watch closely. First move, trip." Huang Rong flicked her wrist, and the Dog-Beating Stick swept across the ground.

This attack was swift and ruthless, targeting the lower body.

Yang Guo dared not be careless. He gathered his energy, lightened his body, and used the Golden Goose Skill to leap up and dodge.

He had just jumped into the air when Huang Rong changed her staff technique midway through.

"Second move, chop!" Huang Rong gripped her staff with both hands and slammed it down from below towards Yang Guo's landing spot.

With nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, Yang Guo was about to be struck. He forcibly twisted his waist, using the Ancient Tomb Sect's Snake-like Leap, and managed to shift half a foot to the side in mid-air before landing awkwardly on the ground, his feet going numb from the impact.

Before he could even stand up straight, Huang Rong's dog-beating stick was already right there, sticking up to him like a shadow.

"Third move, entanglement!" The Dog-Beating Stick circled halfway around Yang Guo's arm, the tip of the stick pressing firmly against his wrist pulse point.

Yang Guo felt his arms were sore and he couldn't use his strength on one side of his body.

"Do you understand now?"

Huang Rong withdrew her Dog-Beating Stick, looking at Yang Guo's discomfiture, her tone smug, "These three techniques are interconnected. Tripping is a feint, forcing you to jump. Chopping is a real move, cutting off your retreat. Entangling is a killing move, sealing your vital points. When you encounter the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, use this method. First, create an opening to lure them out with their swords, then get close and use skillful force to break their formation."

Yang Guo rubbed his wrist, secretly calculating in his mind. This Dog-Beating Staff Technique was truly exquisite, specifically targeting the places where people couldn't defend against it. If he used this move to deal with those old-fashioned Taoist priests, he would definitely catch them one by one.

"Rong'er taught well. But just watching isn't enough, let's practice for real." Yang Guo stretched his limbs and his mind started working.

His treacherous mind started working again. Even though the afternoon's special training might actually escalate into a fight, and he was somewhat outmatched, how could he not take advantage of the situation to his aching lower back?

He had long coveted Huang Rong's figure, which was hidden beneath her Taoist robe, and he absolutely could not let this opportunity to spar with her slip by.

Huang Rong could easily see through his cunning schemes; she knew exactly what he was up to the moment he bent over. She snorted coldly, holding her dog-beating stick horizontally in front of her chest, determined to give him a hard time.

"Alright. I'll suppress my inner strength to the same level as yours. If you can touch the hem of my clothes, you win." Huang Rong set the rules, thinking that with her agility, scurrying away from this kid would be a piece of cake.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yang Guo lunged forward.

He acted without any strategy, abandoning the rigor of the Quanzhen Swordplay and the elegance of the Ancient Tomb Sect's lightness skill. Instead, he adopted the fighting style of a street ruffian, opening his arms to embrace Huang Rong. As long as he could hold that soft, warm body, taking a couple of hits would be worth it.

"Nonsense!" Huang Rong's eyebrows shot up; this rogue's fighting style was completely unreasonable. She pointed her dog-beating stick at Yang Guo's chest pressure point, trying to force him to back away.

Yang Guo neither dodged nor avoided the blow, but gritted his teeth and took it head-on.

The stick tip struck his chest, causing him to wince in pain and gasp for breath. But using the force, he ducked down and, on the spot, used the "tripping" technique he had just learned, sweeping his right leg along the ground towards Huang Rong's ankle.

Huang Rong reacted extremely quickly, lightly touching the ground with her toes and leaping up, inwardly cursing how quickly this kid had learned to be bad.

We've been waiting for you to jump!

Yang Guo was overjoyed. He had calculated Huang Rong's escape route, abandoned his lower body attack, and reached up with both hands to precisely grab Huang Rong's two thighs.

While Huang Rong was in mid-air, her legs were suddenly locked firmly by arms like iron hoops. She was shocked and knew something was wrong as she lost her balance.

"Oh dear!" Huang Rong exclaimed in surprise, wildly swinging the Dog-Beating Stick in her hand, completely losing her previous masterful demeanor.

Yang Guo hugged those long, slender, jade-like legs tightly; the feel was wonderful. He leaned back and fell heavily onto the bluestone slab.

Yang Guo cushioned the impact, his back slamming against the hard stone slab, causing him to groan in pain. Huang Rong then crashed onto him.

The impact was solid. Yang Guo felt a warm embrace, his chest pressed against two soft mounds, and his nose filled with Huang Rong's mature and intoxicating fragrance.

His previous fatigue vanished, leaving only a surge of excitement.

His hands were still tightly gripping Huang Rong's thighs, and his fingertips felt an amazing elasticity.

Huang Rong blushed deeply with embarrassment. In broad daylight, how could she be so shameless as to huddle together like this? She struggled to get up, but her legs were firmly stuck.

"You little thief! Let go!" Huang Rong slammed her elbow into Yang Guo's chest, feeling both ashamed and angry.

Yang Guo was not about to let this golden opportunity slip by; there was no reason to spit out the meat he had already eaten. He twisted his legs together, using the "entanglement" technique he had just learned, to lock Huang Rong's legs tightly in place. At the same time, he slid his hands up, encircling Huang Rong's slender waist, pressing her tightly against his body, leaving no gap whatsoever.

The two rolled around on the ground twice, and finally Yang Guo used his waist strength to flip over and pin Huang Rong down.

Their noses were touching, their breaths mingling, and they could hear each other's rapid heartbeats.

Huang Rong's clothes were disheveled, and her chest heaved violently. Her proud curves pressed against Yang Guo's chest without reservation. Her whole body went limp, and her hands that tried to push her away lost their strength. She could only stare at the person on top of her with her bright, watery eyes.

"Rong'er, how well have I learned your 'Entanglement' technique?" Yang Guo lowered his voice, his hot breath spraying onto Huang Rong's neck.

Huang Rong was so angry at his shameless behavior that she laughed. This little thief always managed to turn a proper martial arts contest into a game of taking advantage. She raised her hand and grabbed Yang Guo's ear, wanting to teach him a lesson, but she couldn't bear to really hurt him.

"Is this what you call martial arts? This is just being a scoundrel!" Huang Rong didn't use any force, but Yang Guo gasped in pain.

Yang Guo felt a pain in his ear, but he was secretly overjoyed. Rong'er was clearly flirting with him.

He cried out repeatedly, "Let go! Let go! My ears are going to fall off!" He begged for mercy, but his hands still clung to Huang Rong's waist, unwilling to let go. The feeling of her delicate waist was so captivating that he lingered there.

Huang Rong let go of his hand and glared at him irritably. This rascal had definitely figured out that she would fall for his tricks.

"You deliberately took that blow from me just so you could get close and hug my leg?" Huang Rong saw through his thoughts, her tone tinged with reproach, yet also with a hint of pride, knowing that her figure had truly captivated this young man.

Yang Guo chuckled, burying his face in Huang Rong's neck and nuzzling her, greedily inhaling her delicate fragrance. Having seen so many romantic and talented men in his past life, his methods for dealing with women were ingrained in his very bones.

"This is called combining feints and real attacks. Taking a beating with my chest is feinting, while clinging to your leg is real attacking."

Yang Guo, shameless as ever, cleverly steered the conversation back to the main topic, leaving Huang Rong with no grounds for argument. "Those old Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect value manners; they would never be wary of this kind of shameless, ground-rolling fighting style. As long as I can hold off one of them, wouldn't the Heavenly Dipper Formation be broken?"

After hearing this, Huang Rong was speechless. She wanted to scold him, but upon reflection, she realized that this thief's absurd actions had inadvertently brought the military strategy of "putting someone in a desperate situation to survive" to its extreme.

On the ring, it's a life-or-death struggle. Who cares what moves you use? Survival is the only real skill.

"You pass." Huang Rong pushed Yang Guo's head away, tidied her disheveled hair, and a surge of possessiveness welled up inside her. "But remember, this move is only for dealing with enemies. Don't use it on those two women!"

Huang Rong's double standards were on full display. She could tolerate being taken advantage of and fawned over, but she would never allow anyone else to do so. She absolutely could not tolerate Yang Guo using the same tricks to please Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou.

Yang Guo repeatedly assured her, almost swearing an oath to the heavens, but inwardly he thought to himself that his first wife's jealousy was outrageous, but it also proved that Rong'er was devoted to him wholeheartedly.

The two lingered on the stone bed for a while, discussing the application of the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique" in a confined space.

Yang Guo fully exploited his lecherous nature, using the pretext of dissecting martial arts moves to flirt with Yang Guo, causing the temperature in the stone chamber to rise steadily.

Ding—Ding—

The evening bells rang outside.

It's time of the Rooster (5-7 PM).

Huang Rong pushed away Yang Guo, who was clinging to her, and sat up to straighten her crumpled Taoist robe. Her face was flushed, her eyes were moist, and her chest was still a little hot. She had thoroughly enjoyed the "sparring" just now.

She couldn't let this kid continue to act recklessly; important matters needed to be addressed.

"Alright, stop lazing in bed." Huang Rong picked up the Dog-Beating Stick, regaining her dignified demeanor. "This afternoon's class is over. Your rogue fighting style is certainly effective, but you still need to practice your internal energy circulation. Tomorrow afternoon, we'll continue dissecting the Quanzhen Sect's sword techniques."

Yang Guo got up and put on his outer clothes. After all that commotion, he didn't even have the strength to yawn. His already exhausted body felt even more weak and listless.

Huang Rong walked to the stone gate, placed her hand on the bolt, and turned to stare at Yang Guo. The thought of this little thief falling into Li Mochou's hands tonight made her inexplicably irritable; that vixen would surely try every trick in the book to seduce him.

"When you go to Li Mochou's place tonight, you better be smart." Huang Rong's tone was stern, carrying a warning. "That vixen is ruthless and has no bottom line. If she forces you to take off your clothes, or teaches you some evil tricks, shout for me immediately. I'll be listening in next door."

Yang Guo nodded repeatedly in agreement, knowing that he absolutely could not displease Huang Rong at this time.

"Rong'er, don't worry, I won't let her take advantage of me in the slightest." Yang Guo patted his chest to assure her, but secretly he was in a bind. He didn't know how he would get through that night's ordeal, and he was afraid his back wouldn't be able to hold up.

Huang Rong then opened the stone door with satisfaction and went out.

Yang Guo watched Huang Rong's departing figure and let out a long sigh.

He leaned against the stone wall, his legs trembling. The morning's binding on the jade bed, the afternoon's close-quarters combat—this grand feast still had one dish left to finish.

It was already dark outside.

The hour of Xu (7-9 PM) is approaching.

Yang Guo strode heavily toward Li Mochou's stone chamber. That Red Serpent Fairy had long ago declared she would teach him the art of "close-quarters" needle concealment. These three women were treating him like a beast of burden, yet he couldn't utter a single complaint.

It's late at night, and they're alone together.

The most poisonous heart is that of a woman. Tonight's ordeal will likely be even more unbearable than all of daytime combined. He gritted his teeth and had no choice but to brace himself and attend this trap.