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

A sharp pain shot from his dantian straight to his heart. Yang Guo didn't even utter a sound before his knees buckled and he collapsed forward.

The bluestone slab was hard, and his forehead hit the ground, leaving a bloody mark.

Then he clutched his lower abdomen tightly with both hands, curled up into a ball, and clenched his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound.

It hurt terribly; his inner energy was surging wildly in his dantian, and his internal organs were churning. But he bit his lip tightly, determined not to scream or appear weak.

Li Mochou was holding a teacup. Hearing the noise, her wrist trembled slightly, spilling tea onto the table. What trick is this kid up to now?

"So willing to go to such lengths to get a good deal?" She quickly walked over, squatted down, and reached out to check Yang Guo's pulse. The moment her fingertips touched Yang Guo's wrist, an extremely intense heat surged through his skin, numbing her fingers. Li Mochou was horrified; if this boy died, she would never be able to have children!

"What are you pretending to be dead for, you little thief?" Li Mochou initially thought Yang Guo was just being sneaky and trying to take advantage of her.

But after seeing Yang Guo's face clearly, her expression turned serious. One half of Yang Guo's cheek was strangely flushed, while the other half was bluish-purple. Two streams of energy surged beneath his skin, causing small fleshy bumps to form.

The stone door was kicked open from the outside.

Huang Rong burst in, carrying her dog-beating stick. She had been pressed against the wall, listening for any commotion, and the sound of Yang Guo falling to the ground was quite loud; she could no longer contain herself. Her mind was filled with the image of Yang Guo being ambushed by Li Mochou—that witch was indeed up to no good!

Huang Rong was furious when she saw Li Mochou half-embracing Yang Guo.

"Witch, how dare you harm him!" Huang Rong pointed her dog-beating stick directly at Li Mochou's face.

Li Mochou lacked internal energy and couldn't take the blow head-on, so she could only dodge to the side. This old woman attacked without even asking what happened; did she really think I was a pushover to be bullied?

"Is Chief Huang blind? My internal energy is sealed, how could I possibly harm him? Take a close look at the true energy within his body!"

Huang Rong withdrew her dog-beating stick and squatted down on Yang Guo's other side. She reached out and pressed a major acupoint on Yang Guo's chest. Her internal energy probed into Yang Guo's body, and her brows furrowed into a tight knot.

How did things get so chaotic? We must protect his heart first; we absolutely cannot let anything happen to Guo'er.

Yang Guo's sixteen years of pure internal energy completely went out of control, splitting into three turbulent streams.

One was the domineering true energy of the Nine Yin Manual, another was the upright internal force of the Quanzhen Sect, and the third was an extremely cold aura. The three forces fought fiercely against each other, using Yang Guo's meridians as their battlefield.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the passageway.

Little Dragon Girl appeared at the stone gate, dressed in a plain white Taoist robe and barefoot.

She saw Yang Guo lying on the ground and quickly walked over. What happened to Guo'er? He was perfectly fine just a moment ago, how did he end up on the ground like that?

"What's wrong with Guo'er?" Little Dragon Girl asked.

"Isn't this all your doing!" Huang Rong scolded sharply, blaming everything on Xiaolongnu, saying it was all that vixen's fault. "This morning you used the cold air from the Jade Bed to forcibly suppress his internal energy. The cold energy is trapped in his dantian, and now it's backfiring!"

Xiaolongnu ignored Huang Rong's accusations. Saving lives was the priority; Huang Rong was just a quarrelsome woman, utterly useless. She reached out and placed her palm on Yang Guo's back, continuously channeling the cool, refreshing internal energy of the Ancient Tomb Sect into his body, attempting to calm his agitated internal forces.

Seeing this, Huang Rong was not to be outdone, increasing the output of her internal energy from Peach Blossom Island in an attempt to protect Yang Guo's heart. "Guo'er is mine," she thought, "I absolutely cannot let this vixen claim all the credit for saving him."

Li Mochou knew the dangers of internal energy conflict. This boy's life hung by a thread; she had to seal his acupoints to save his life first. She put two fingers together and pressed them on several major acupoints on Yang Guo's chest, trying to block his meridians and prevent his internal energy from running rampant.

Unfortunately, without internal energy, its effectiveness is limited.

The three of them completed their actions almost simultaneously.

The true energy of Peach Blossom Island, the chilling energy of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and Li Mochou's acupoint striking techniques collided within Yang Guo's body.

Yang Guo's eyes widened, and he let out a painful cry. He tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the bluestone slab.

"Stop!" Yang Guo roared with his last ounce of strength. These three women were each doing their own thing, trying to kill me! His internal organs felt like they were on fire, and his meridians felt like they were about to burst. Were these three women saving him or killing him?

The three women were startled by the mouthful of blood and stopped fighting at the same time.

Yang Guo was panting heavily, his body drenched in cold sweat. His mind was racing.

He himself knew best the root of his demonic possession. The Quanzhen Swordplay emphasizes gradual progress, the Nine Yin Manual emphasizes destruction before construction, and the Dog-Beating Staff Technique emphasizes unpredictable and ever-changing techniques.

He was too greedy, wanting to combine these completely different martial arts philosophies. During the day, he forcibly changed his muscle exertion habits, and at night he learned the insidious techniques of hidden weapons. His body's instincts and reason became severely disconnected.

"You three... just say you want to kill me."

Yang Guo spoke weakly, leaning against Li Mochou's leg. The back of his head felt wonderful, but he wasn't in the mood to enjoy it. Normally, a touch of it would make him happy for half a day, but now that he was about to die, he had no interest in women.

"Shut up." Huang Rong's eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face. She valued Yang Guo the most, and he absolutely could not be harmed, otherwise how could she live alone?

"What exactly happened? Why is your internal energy in such a chaotic state?"

Li Mochou sneered, taking the opportunity to kick Huang Rong and Xiaolongnu while they were down, letting them know that what she had taught them was all useless: "What else could it be? You couldn't bite off more than you could chew. One of you taught him unconventional footwork, and the other taught him low-down close-quarters combat. You've completely messed up the foundation of the Quanzhen Sect."

Little Dragon Girl retorted, "The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword Technique inherently requires a change in the exertion of force. It's his own lack of willpower that caused his moves to be mixed with too many distracting thoughts. My sword technique is perfectly fine; it's all just Yang Guo's own wild imagination."

Huang Rong, enraged, laughed coldly, pointing at Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou. "These two vixens are trying to kill my Yang Guo; they have no idea how to teach disciples."

"What can you people from the Ancient Tomb Sect do besides shirk responsibility? Guo'er's internal energy gained over those sixteen years was all obtained through shortcuts. Instead of helping him sort it out, you forcibly instilled all sorts of messy ideas into him. Now his meridians are flowing backwards, who among you can take responsibility?"

Li Mochou refused to back down, saying, "Huang Rong, you old woman, you've been horny all day and drained people dry, and now you're pretending to be a good person."

"It's easy for Chief Huang to talk when he's not the one suffering. Who was it that pinned him to the ground and tormented him all afternoon? His qi and blood are agitated; he can't control his internal energy at all."

The stone chamber reeked of tension. The three women were locked in a fierce argument, none willing to admit that they were at fault.

Yang Guo's head was throbbing as if it were about to explode. If this kept going, he'd really be going to die; he had to shut them up. He slammed his fist on the ground. "Have you had enough? I'm not dead yet!"

The three women stopped arguing and all turned their gazes to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and sat up straight. He had to control the situation and make things clear, otherwise, if these three women acted independently, he would surely die tonight.

"My internal energy foundation is the Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian (Muscle/Tendon Changing and Bone Strengthening Manual), combined with the internal energy circulation of the Quanzhen School. Each of the things you teach has its own independent internal energy pathway. Today, I forcibly put them together, and my meridians can't handle it."

Huang Rong was the quickest to understand. She immediately grasped Yang Guo's meaning. This kid's ambition was too great; he didn't even consider whether his body could handle it.

"You want to incorporate the strengths of many schools of martial arts, integrating them all?"

Yang Guo nodded. "I was just trying to survive, who knew this martial art would be so difficult to master. I'll be facing the Seven Masters of Quanzhen in the Tongtian Arena. I need a surprising and decisive move. But I overestimated the resilience of my meridians."

Huang Rong stood up and paced back and forth in the stone chamber. She forcibly suppressed the jealousy and anger in her heart.

To save Yang Guo, she had no choice but to temporarily set aside her prejudices and join forces with these two vixens. Saving lives was the priority now. She looked at Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou.

"We must cooperate." Huang Rong's tone was stern, displaying the authority of the Beggars' Sect leader. "His internal energy is completely out of control. I alone cannot suppress it with my internal strength. The two of you must cooperate with me."

Li Mochou turned her face away. "You, Huang Rong, are giving orders. Why should I listen to you? But I can't just ignore this little rascal Yang Guo. My internal energy is sealed; how can I cooperate?"

Huang Rong stared at her, making the arrangements crystal clear, leaving no room for anyone to slack off: "You understand acupoints and meridian pathways. You're responsible for using golden needles to seal his fatal acupoints, preventing true qi from rushing into his heart meridian. Little Dragon Girl, you use the cold air from the Jade Bed to protect his dantian. I'll use the internal force of the Nine Yin Manual to forcibly guide his chaotic true qi back onto the right track."

Seeing Yang Guo's pained expression, Xiaolongnu nodded. As long as it could save Guo'er, she wouldn't mind listening to Huang Rong this once. "Alright."

Although Li Mochou was unwilling to follow Huang Rong's orders, if Yang Guo died, all her hopes of having children would be gone.

But she couldn't lose face; she had to make Huang Rong owe her a favor. She pulled out a few silver needles from the wooden box. "These are what you asked me for."

Huang Rong ignored her comment; now was not the time for arguing. Stabilizing Yang Guo's meridians was the most important thing. She sat down behind Yang Guo. "Guo'er, sit cross-legged. Focus your energy and forget all the mess in your mind. Just circulate the mental techniques of the Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian."

Yang Guo endured the excruciating pain, as if his skin was being torn apart, and assumed a meditative posture. His life was now in their hands; he hoped nothing else would go wrong. Three women surrounded him.

Huang Rong placed her palms on Yang Guo's back. Xiao Longnv placed her palms on Yang Guo's chest. Li Mochou, holding silver needles, stood guard beside Yang Guo, her mind focused entirely on calculating the path of his internal energy.