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

The sound of the water clock at the hour of Xu (7-9 PM) echoed in the passageway.

Yang Guo, supporting himself against the stone wall and dragging his legs, slowly made his way to the door of Li Mochou's stone chamber.

He felt a void in his lower back, yawned twice, and his eyelids were drooping.

After a whole day of this, being tied up and tormented on the cold jade bed by Xiaolongnu in the morning, and then pinned to the ground by Huang Rong for a "close-quarters combat" session in the afternoon, even a man of iron could not withstand such relentless exploitation.

But late at night, there was an old lady waiting for him to finish his task.

Yang Guo stood outside the stone gate, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, forced himself to stay awake, and pushed the stone gate open.

Only a dim oil lamp was lit in the stone chamber.

Li Mochou did not sit upright at the stone table as usual, but instead lay on her side on the stone bed. She had removed her large apricot-yellow Taoist robe, leaving her in only a moon-white, close-fitting undergarment. The thin fabric clung tightly to her body, perfectly outlining her mature and voluptuous curves.

Yang Guo's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. This woman was truly a beauty; the curves of her waist and hips were simply breathtaking. It was a pity that he was currently powerless to look at her; even a few glances made his back ache.

Hearing the door open, Li Mochou shifted her position, resting her chin on one hand, her gaze falling on Yang Guo's pale face, a hint of mockery playing on her lips.

Li Mochou had already noticed Yang Guo's dejected appearance and sneered inwardly. This kid must have suffered a lot at the hands of that vixen Huang Rong during the day; now he's pretending to be dead here? No way!

"Oh, so our future sect leader has finally decided to come back." Li Mochou's voice trailed off, tinged with a hint of sourness. "I thought Chief Huang's bed was too soft and had drained your soul, making you forget which way the door to my stone chamber faces."

Yang Guo slammed the stone door shut, blocking out the cold wind. He knew this woman's temper all too well; he couldn't let her continue the conversation now. He had to seize control.

If I admit to it, she'll skin me alive tonight. I need to steer the conversation back to business and maybe soothe her a little.

"Look at what you're saying, Sister Mochou. I've come here to learn your killing techniques." Yang Guo strode to the bedside, sat down casually, and gave Li Mochou a couple of squeezes on her shoulders. "During the day, it's all just for show, practicing some fancy moves. When it comes to fighting on the ring, you'll have to rely on the real skills you teach me."

The skin beneath his hands felt smooth and soft, so Yang Guo took the opportunity to rub it a couple more times, secretly praising how well the Red Serpent Fairy had maintained herself. However, he showered her with compliments, saying only what she wanted to hear.

Li Mochou slapped Yang Guo's hand away and sat up straight. Even though her internal energy was sealed, her ruthless aura, honed through years of experience in the martial world, remained undiminished.

"Don't try to sweet-talk me." Li Mochou leaned close to Yang Guo, her nose almost touching his face, her tone carrying a hint of interrogation.

"You call that little girl Teacher Long, and Huang Rong Chief Huang. But when it comes to me, you call me Sister Mochou all the time."

"In the martial arts world, people at least call me Fairy, but that title is too common, and too many people call me that. You are not allowed to call me that."

"But calling me 'elder sister' makes it sound like I'm some kind of singer who performs in public, which is embarrassing. You need to give me a new way to address you."

Yang Guo inwardly groaned; these three women were all cunning and scheming, even arguing over who was the best to address him. His mind raced, and the sweet words from his past life flowed effortlessly from his lips.

This woman is too competitive. She thinks being called "sister" is beneath her and insists on having a unique title to surpass the other two.

Got it!

"Those are just polite terms," ​​Yang Guo said in a low voice, feigning mystery. "In my heart, you are one of a kind. From now on, in private, I'll call you 'Technician Li'."

Li Mochou frowned, quite puzzled by this obscure word.

"Technician Li? What a strange title!"

Yang Guo, with a straight face, spouted nonsense: "You don't understand. A technician is a master craftsman with extraordinary skills and unparalleled abilities. Not only can they teach deadly killing techniques, but they can also help people relax their muscles and relieve fatigue. It's an extremely prestigious and exclusive title that no one else is worthy of."

Using the same sales pitches from my past life at the bathhouse to fool the ancients would surely leave them completely bewildered. As long as I can keep her happy, I'll have gotten halfway through tonight's ordeal.

Li Mochou was greatly pleased with this explanation. In particular, the phrase "to relieve fatigue" was exactly what she wanted to hear.

Her mind is now completely occupied with how to have a child with Yang Guo so that Ouyang Feng can release her pressure points. At least this guy has a conscience; he still knows how to care for people.

If he cooperates obediently, I'm determined to get this child pregnant tonight.

"You've got a sweet tongue, kid." Li Mochou snorted lightly, the hostility in her eyes dissipating considerably.

She stood up, walked to the stone table, and took out three fine, hair-like silver needles from a small wooden box.

"Take off your clothes." Li Mochou turned around, holding a silver needle, and gave the order.

Yang Guo froze on the spot, clutching his chest with both hands, and instinctively took a half step back. Was this woman serious?

His back was as brittle as paper; any more struggle and it would break. He quickly racked his brains for a way to escape.

"Master Li, we agreed to teach you how to use hidden weapons. It's not appropriate for you to ask me to take off my clothes so late at night, is it?" Yang Guo said warily. "I've been practicing all day, and my body can't take it anymore. If you have muscle aches and want to have your acupoints released, can we reschedule for another day?"

Li Mochou was amused by his overreaction. "What a pathetic sight! I, the dignified Red Serpent Fairy, have offered myself to him, and he's acting all cowardly. Today, I'll show him my skills." She stepped forward and unceremoniously reached out and pulled open Yang Guo's robes.

"What kind of filthy thoughts are going on in your head!" Li Mochou scolded coldly. "Do you really think I care about your exhausted state? I'm going to teach you the art of concealing needles close to the body. The reason a hidden weapon is called a hidden weapon is because it's meant to strike unexpectedly. How can you feel the mechanism of muscle power when you're wearing this thick Taoist robe?"

Yang Guo finally breathed a sigh of relief, obediently taking off his shirt and standing shirtless in front of Li Mochou. So she really was going to teach him hidden weapons; that gave me quite a fright. But being shirtless with this woman is certainly a test of composure.

Li Mochou walked behind Yang Guo, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her whole body against his back.

She currently lacks internal energy and cannot guide it with true qi, so she can only rely on the most primitive method of teaching by hand. Her warm palms pressed against the muscles of Yang Guo's waist and abdomen, tracing upwards along his ribs.

Yang Guo stiffened. The soft touch on his back and the hands roaming around his waist made his nerves, which had been dormant, tense up again.

This isn't teaching concealed weapons; it's clearly playing with fire.

The sensation of those two full mounds on his back was simply too irresistible. Li Mochou's body heat radiated through his skin, reigniting the lust that had just subsided in his lower abdomen. This technician Li's technique was even more deadly than those top-tier technicians from his previous life.

"The placement of the needles must be on living flesh, not dead flesh," Li Mochou's voice rang in Yang Guo's ear. "For example, here... three inches below the armpit."

Li Mochou pressed her fingers firmly against Yang Guo's ribs.

"When you raise your hand to swing your sword, the muscles here will naturally stretch," Li Mochou said, gently tracing Yang Guo's skin with her fingernail. "You need to learn to use your skin and flesh to hold the needle's end. When the enemy gets close, you only need to quickly contract this muscle, and the silver needle will be launched out with a burst of force. It's impossible to defend against."

Yang Guo was sweating profusely as he listened. This method was truly ingenious, but it was a real test of one's willpower.

Just then, a very faint rustling sound of clothing came from outside the stone chamber wall.

Yang Guo had excellent hearing and immediately recognized that it was Huang Rong eavesdropping next door. This mistress of the house was truly worried and came to check on him in the middle of the night.

Oh no, Rong'er, that jealous little devil, is eavesdropping right under the wall. If she hears anything, she'll definitely smash my bones with a dog-beating stick during tomorrow afternoon's special training.

Li Mochou naturally noticed the commotion next door. Instead of quieting down, she deliberately raised her voice.

Huang Rong, you shameless woman! You monopolize people during the day, and then you have to eavesdrop at night. Today I'm going to disgust you and show you how obedient this boy is in my hands.

"Guo'er, this muscle of yours is too stiff. Relax a bit." Li Mochou's hand kneaded Yang Guo's chest, her tone extremely ambiguous. "Yes, just like that. Tighter... feel the strength of my fingers. We have plenty of time tonight to work things out slowly."

A very faint snort came from outside the wall.

Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't imagine Huang Rong grinding her teeth in the next room right now. He was certain he wouldn't fare well in tomorrow afternoon's special training.

These two old ladies are fighting, and I'm the one who's going to suffer. I need to put out this fire quickly, or someone might really die tonight.

"Technician Li, that's enough for now."

Yang Guo quickly interrupted Li Mochou's provocation, steer the conversation back on track, "I've memorized the technique of concealing needles. But during the day, Chief Huang said that we should use the skillful force of the Dog-Beating Staff Technique to break the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's Heavenly Dipper Formation on the arena. Do you think this method is reliable?"

Li Mochou released Yang Guo, walked to the stone table, and sat down, her face full of disdain. "Trying to test me with Huang Rong's pathetic tricks?"

Today I'll show you who teaches the most effective skills.

"Huang Rong is just talking without understanding the situation."

Li Mochou poured herself a cup of cold tea and drank it all in one gulp. "Her Beggars' Sect fighting style is fine for dealing with street thugs or lone masters. You're using it against the Big Dipper Formation? It's practically suicide."

Yang Guo dressed and sat down opposite Li Mochou, adopting a humble and eager-to-learn attitude. Judging from her confident demeanor, could she really have some ingenious plan to break the formation? His life depended entirely on their advice; he'd better hear what she had to say.

"Then, in your opinion, how should this formation be broken?"

Li Mochou tapped her long fingers on the table as she began to analyze the battle situation.

"The Big Dipper Formation is a combined attack technique created by Wang Chongyang with painstaking effort. The seven people form a unified whole, and their internal energy is inexhaustible. The core of the formation is constantly changing in the positions of Tian Shu and Tian Xuan."

Li Mochou's words were sharp and to the point: "You can't even figure out where the array's core is, so what are you going to use to trip or slash? If you dare to get close, their seven swords can grind you into mincemeat."

Yang Guo felt a cold sweat break out on his back. When Huang Rong taught him during the day, he thought those three words were simply divine skills. Now that Li Mochou had broken them down, he realized he had been too simplistic.

Rong'er's method was good, but it was based on one-on-one combat. With seven old Taoist priests forming a formation, her own shameless fighting style couldn't even get close.

"Then I have no chance of winning?" Yang Guo frowned.

"You think you can break through this impasse with martial arts and formations? Even if you practice for another ten years, you won't succeed." Li Mochou sneered, leaning forward and lowering her voice. "But formations are static, while people are dynamic. As long as you're human, you have emotions and desires, and you have weaknesses."

Yang Guo's eyes lit up; this technician Li's perspective on the problem was truly ingenious.

"How so?"

Li Mochou stood up and paced back and forth in the stone chamber, imparting all her ruthless and vicious martial arts wisdom to him.

"A duel in the arena isn't just a friendly exchange between fellow disciples; it's a fight to the death. If you treat them as elders, they won't show you any mercy." Li Mochou stopped in front of Yang Guo, looking down at him. "What you need to do is dismantle them from within. Use your words to break their formation."

Yang Guo stroked his chin: "You mean, a provocation?"

"It's not just about provoking them, it's about reopening their wounds and stabbing them to death." A cruel glint flashed in Li Mochou's eyes. "Among the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, Qiu Chuji has the most volatile temper and is the most susceptible to provocation. Hao Datong is obsessed with saving face and is extremely rigid. Sun Bu'er is narrow-minded and can't stand seeing others do better than her."

Li Mochou braced her hands on the stone table, staring intently at Yang Guo. "Just keep stabbing them in the lungs!"

"Listen carefully, all you need to do is curse like this..."

Yang Guo was stunned after listening to this long speech. In his previous life, he considered himself a master at manipulating people's hearts, but compared to the Red Serpent Fairy before him, he was nothing.

This isn't a martial arts contest; it's clearly an attempt to trample and rub the dignity of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen underfoot. This move is vicious, utterly vicious! If they were to expose those old Taoist priests' true colors in front of all the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, they'd be furious enough to vomit blood. Once their formation crumbles, their weaknesses will naturally be exposed.

"Technician Li, your move was brilliant!" Yang Guo gave a heartfelt thumbs up. "Truly, the most poisonous heart is that of a woman. With those few words, the Big Dipper Formation will crumble without a trace."

Li Mochou was extremely satisfied with this assessment. What she wanted was for Yang Guo to understand that in this treacherous world of martial arts, only her ruthless methods could ensure survival. "This kid has good comprehension; he gets it right away. As long as he becomes the sect leader, my revenge will be within reach."

"I've taught you all my most secret skills." Li Mochou walked around the stone table and sat down next to Yang Guo, pressing her body tightly against his arm. "When you take over as the leader of the Quanzhen Sect in half a month, and have the resources of the number one sect in the world in your hands, how do you plan to repay me?"

Yang Guo understood that this was a negotiation. There's no such thing as a free lunch; this woman was willing to invest so much in teaching him, her intentions were definitely not small. He needed to keep her calm for now.

"Once I become the leader, you can choose any resources the Quanzhen Sect has to offer. Gold, silver, treasures, martial arts manuals—whatever you want, I'll get it for you," Yang Guo assured him, patting his chest.

Li Mochou shook her head, her eyes revealing a deep-seated hatred.

"I don't want that junk." Li Mochou grabbed Yang Guo's wrist with tremendous force. "I want you to mobilize the masters of the Quanzhen Sect to help me lay a trap and kill my greatest enemy!"

"A major enemy?" Yang Guo was stunned. It seemed that Li Mochou had no other enemies besides Lu Zhanyuan!

She is someone else's greatest enemy.

What's wrong with this woman? Wasn't Lu Zhanyuan long ago? Could it be that she's messed with some tough nut to crack? With her vengeful nature, this enemy is probably not easy to deal with.

"Who was it? I'll avenge you!"

Li Mochou was touched by Yang Guo's reaction, but still politely declined. The enemy's strength was beyond Yang Guo's reach; going would only be suicide for him, and Li Mochou couldn't bear to do that.

Yang Guo grasped Li Mochou's hand and nodded vigorously. Who cares who it is? Let's just make this promise first. As long as we can get through tonight, we can worry about the rest later.

"It's a deal. As long as I come to power, I will definitely avenge you."

The deal was struck, and Li Mochou's expression softened. She yawned and waved her hand. This kid had passed the test today. This couldn't be rushed; once he became the sect leader, there would be plenty of time to train him slowly.

"Alright, that's enough for tonight's lesson. Go back to sleep. Come early tomorrow night, and I'll teach you the poison application technique for the Ice Soul Silver Needle."

Yang Guo felt like he'd been granted a pardon and quickly stood up. After enduring this long day, he felt like he was about to die. Finally, he could go back to bed. If he stayed any longer, and that Technician Li changed his mind and decided to release his acupoints, his happiness for the rest of his life would be ruined.

"Then, Technician Li, you should rest early. I'll be leaving now." Yang Guo turned and walked towards the stone gate.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped. A sharp pain shot up from his dantian and rushed straight to his heart.