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

Yang Guo sat cross-legged on the bluestone slab. His internal organs were churning, and he was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Several streams of true energy clashed wildly in his meridians, turning his internal organs upside down. Beads of sweat streamed down his face, and even his breath smelled of blood.

Huang Rong sat behind him, her palms pressed against his back. She continuously channeled her inner energy into him. Looking at Yang Guo's miserable state, she felt both anxious and angry. This little thief is incredibly audacious, daring to practice all sorts of martial arts. If something really happens to him, how will I live the rest of my life? I absolutely cannot let anything happen to him.

Xiaolongnu sat before him, her hands pressed against his chest, the cool, protective energy of the Ancient Tomb Sect shielding his heart. She looked at Yang Guo's contorted face and silently grumbled. Why had Guo'er become so dangerous? Those two women must have taught him things they shouldn't have, leading him astray.

Li Mochou knelt to the side, silver needles in her hand, searching for acupoints. She stared at Yang Guo's purple lips, clenching her teeth. If this little bastard dies, who will I have children with? Who will undo the acupoints? That old poisoner Ouyang Feng will never let me go; I'll risk my life to save him today.

The three men surrounded Yang Guo in a triangular formation. The atmosphere in the stone chamber was extremely oppressive and tense.

Huang Rong took the lead in setting the rules. Saving lives was the priority, and someone had to step forward and take charge. She disliked the other two and was determined to seize control; she couldn't let those two vixens cause trouble, or the boy would be finished tonight.

"Listen to me," Huang Rong commanded, adopting the air of the Beggars' Sect leader.

Li Mochou, holding the silver needles, sneered. This old woman dares to boss me around? She really thinks she's something special. You're a married woman who drains men dry during the day and then comes out at night pretending to be a big shot?

"Chief Huang certainly knows a lot," Li Mochou retorted, deliberately hitting Huang Rong where it hurt. "Then how come you tormented him so much during the day that he could barely walk? If you hadn't exhausted him, would he have been unable to suppress even this little bit of internal energy? Your Dog-Beating Staff Technique probably hit somewhere else, didn't it?"

Huang Rong's cheeks flushed, her thoughts exposed. She immediately rebuked, "Shut up, you vixen! I was teaching him practical combat skills. It's better than you making him strip naked in the middle of the night to practice some kind of hidden weapon. Your low-down tricks are not worthy of being shown off!" She cursed Li Mochou inwardly for being shameless, making someone strip naked in the middle of the night, clearly with ill intentions.

Xiaolongnu couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted the two. Listening to their jealous bickering, she only hoped to heal Yang Guo as soon as possible.

"Stop arguing." Xiaolongnu's face was cold and stern as she placed her hands on Yang Guo's chest. "I know Guo'er's internal strength best. He has practiced the Yi Jin Jing and Duan Gu Jing, which should have allowed him to encompass all things. It's the methods you two taught him that are wrong. Now we must use cold energy to suppress his evil fire."

Huang Rong glared at Xiaolongnu. This little vixen usually acted aloof, but who knows how she might be seducing Guo'er behind the scenes. She quickly devised a plan; only the Nine Yin Manual could unify this chaotic situation.

"Coldness treats the symptoms but not the root cause."

Huang Rong, displaying the decisiveness of a female Zhuge Liang, declared, "The general principles of the Nine Yin Manual state, 'Reduce excess and supplement deficiency.' The greatest use of the Yi Jin Jing and Duan Gu Chapter is to embrace all things. Xiao Longnv, you simply channel cold energy to protect his dantian. Li Mochou, seize the opportunity to seal his Shaohai and Lingdao acupoints. I will use the Nine Yin True Qi to guide his internal energy back on track. Anyone who dares to cause trouble at this time will be punished severely by Peach Blossom Island and the Beggars' Sect!"

She invoked the names of Peach Blossom Island and the Beggars' Sect to intimidate people, fearing that the two might sabotage her along the way.

Neither Li Mochou nor Xiaolongnu objected further. This method was the safest option at the moment.

The three of them each performed their duties and began to channel power into Yang Guo's body.

Three distinct streams of internal energy converged within Yang Guo's meridians.

As Huang Rong channeled her inner energy, she gritted her teeth inwardly. This little rascal was truly a handful. If it weren't for saving him, she wouldn't have teamed up with those two vixens. She absolutely couldn't let them see through her disguise. She deliberately adopted the air of an elder, while her hand gently stroked Yang Guo's back, drawing circles. This was a habit they had when they were alone; she wanted to soothe Yang Guo's emotions and also use the opportunity to convey her own feelings.

Little Dragon Girl didn't answer. She just kept sending her inner energy in. "Guo'er is my husband, of course I have to save him, there's no need for you, Huang Rong, to lecture me."

But we absolutely cannot let my senior sister and this woman know that we have already paid our respects to heaven and earth, otherwise my senior sister will definitely use this as an excuse to make trouble. Her face was cold and stern, and when she transmitted cold energy, she deliberately let the cold energy swirl around Yang Guo's chest, revealing a hint of intimacy and subtly declaring her status as his legal wife.

Li Mochou held the silver needles, her fingers tracing patterns along Yang Guo's waist. "If this kid dies, who will I find to have a child with and release his pressure points?"

This old woman dares to boss me around. Consider this a favor I owe you. Once this kid becomes the sect leader, I'll get my money back with interest. She deliberately scratched Yang Guo's skin hard with her fingernails to vent her dissatisfaction at being bossed around by Huang Rong.

With the combined efforts of the three, Yang Guo's pain gradually lessened, and his mind cleared. The wild horse in his meridians was now restrained, and he exhaled a long breath.

He noticed the three women's subtle movements.

Yang Guo chuckled inwardly. These three women were all secretly asserting their dominance, yet they were keeping it a secret from the other two! Huang Rong was playing the role of a senior, Xiaolongnu feigned aloofness, and Li Mochou played the villain. What a well-executed performance!

He channeled his inner Oscar-winning actor and decided to add some spice. Since you're all going to put on an act, I'll help you make it even better. Why not take advantage of a free lunch?

"Ah—" Yang Guo let out a loud cry of pain, his body leaned back and he fell directly into Huang Rong's arms.

The back of his head pressed firmly against Huang Rong's chest.

Huang Rong's breathing stopped, and she almost withdrew her inner energy from her hands.

Is this thief crazy? Taking advantage of someone in front of strangers?

She wanted to push him away, but was afraid of interrupting the treatment and hurting Yang Guo, so she could only endure it. Her full breasts were deformed by the pressure, her cheeks turned red, and even her neck turned pink, afraid that the other two would notice something was wrong.

"What are you doing? Sit up straight!" Huang Rong scolded in a low voice, her tone flustered.

"It hurts... I can't hold on any longer." Yang Guo pretended to be weak and powerless. Instead of sitting up straight, he lunged forward and buried his face in Xiaolongnu's neck.

Surrounded by the man's presence, Xiaolongnu stiffened. She was used to quietude and had never experienced anything like this before. But Yang Guo was her husband, so a hug wouldn't hurt. However, there were other people watching—how could this be proper? She forced herself to remain calm, but her ears were burning red, and her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it herself.

"Guo'er, guard your mind. Don't get distracted." Xiaolongnu spoke, her voice trembling slightly, her hands pressing firmly against Yang Guo's shoulders, afraid that he would do something outrageous again.

Yang Guo flailed his arms in the air, like a drowning man searching for a piece of driftwood. He grabbed Li Mochou's thigh.

Li Mochou shuddered, nearly pricking the wrong acupoint with her silver needles. This little bastard, how dare he! She wanted to retaliate, but her internal energy was sealed, and she was only holding on thanks to the other two. If things escalated, her relationship with Yang Guo would be exposed. She gritted her teeth, letting the hand knead her thigh, even feeling the fingers climbing upwards. The tingling sensation on her thigh filled her with both shame and anger.

The three women each harbored their own secrets, and none of them dared to expose the truth. They could only endure Yang Guo's teasing.

Huang Rong thought Yang Guo was in so much pain that he had lost his mind, and fearing that he would cause serious problems if he continued to make a scene, she could only grit her teeth and increase her internal energy output.

"Li Mochou, administer the acupuncture!" Huang Rong shouted.

Li Mochou forcefully suppressed the strange sensation on her thigh and quickly inserted the needles, her wrists swiftly moving. Three Ice Soul Silver Needles accurately pierced Yang Guo's three major acupoints: Shaohai, Lingdao, and Shenmen.

The meridians were blocked, and the rampant true energy was trapped near the dantian.

Huang Rong seized the opportunity to unleash her power. Using the Nine Yin Manual as the primary force, she firmly enveloped the Quanzhen internal energy and the chilling aura of the Ancient Tomb.

"Guo'er, follow my inner energy!" Huang Rong said, guiding him.

Yang Guo put away his playful thoughts and focused his mind. He knew that this was a critical moment, and there was no room for carelessness, so he quickly cooperated in guiding his inner energy.

Guided by the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter, the three forces flowed along the eight extraordinary meridians.

Initially, the Quanzhen internal energy and the ancient tomb's cold energy repelled each other. However, under the forceful incorporation of the Nine Yin True Qi, the two began to merge.

The blocked meridians were forcibly opened.

Yang Guo felt a series of popping sounds coming from inside his body.

Sixteen years of refined internal energy were completely condensed into one. There was no longer any distinction between Quanzhen, Ancient Tomb, or Peach Blossom Island. All the true energy became his own power, as easy as using his own limbs.

This brand-new internal energy surged through the meridians, vast and boundless.

Yang Guo felt a surge of heat in his dantian, and his limbs were filled with power. The strength that had been drained over the past few days was now fully restored, even more abundant than before. He felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, a pleasure that permeated every bone.

However, the combined internal energy was too immense; his meridians were forcibly opened, and his dantian throbbed with pain. If he didn't find an outlet, he would surely explode and die!

At that moment, the general principles of the One-Finger Divine Skill flashed through Yang Guo's mind—"cultivating pure Yang methods using the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin".

His One-Finger Divine Skill has been stuck at the peak of the seventh rank for a long time.

At the seventh level, while finger strength can indeed penetrate objects through the air like an invisible steel nail, it is still impossible to make internal force materialize outside the body.

Originally, his internal strength was still lacking, but now, the unprecedentedly large amount of pure yang true energy in his body is the perfect opportunity for a breakthrough.

"Break!" Yang Guo roared inside his stomach.

Without hesitation, he forcefully channeled this vast amount of true energy into the "Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian".

In the blink of an eye, Yang Guo felt his right index finger burning hot, as if a volcano was about to erupt from his fingertip. The ultimate technique that originally required deliberate use of internal energy was now operating wildly and naturally.

The solid barrier between the seventh and sixth ranks was shattered like paper under the combined impact of the three supreme internal forces!

"laugh--!"

Accompanied by an extremely piercing sound of wind and thunder cutting through the air, Yang Guo's index finger involuntarily rose up.

Internal energy transforms into powerful force!

A pale golden aura, three feet long, emerged from his fingertips! The aura was like a tangible sword blade, incomparably sharp, radiating terrifying high temperature and pure yang power.

The energy shot out from his hand like a golden lightning bolt, slamming into the opposite stone wall.

"boom!"

The bluestone wall was pierced through, leaving a pit. The stones around the edge of the pit were even scorched red-hot and blackened by the pure yang energy, emitting wisps of white smoke.

The three women were terrified, forced to withdraw their hands by the overwhelming force of the energy. Their chests churned with turmoil, both shocked by the power of the finger technique and each harboring their own secret desires.

The treatment is over.

Yang Guo opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath. He looked at his fingers, overjoyed.

The sixth grade of One-Finger Divine Skill!

The internal force transformed into tangible qi, unleashing a three-foot-long golden light.

This power completely exceeded his expectations. Not only did it avert the crisis of going mad from cultivation, but it also gave him a perfect cleansing of his marrow and bones for free. This stroke of good fortune, turning misfortune into blessing, was truly exhilarating, making every pore on his body feel open!

The three of them straightened their clothes, the atmosphere extremely strange. Just now, in their efforts to save someone, none of them had cared about Yang Guo's pranks, but now that the crisis was over, all their secret thoughts were laid bare.

Huang Rong pulled her clothes together to cover her disheveled Taoist robe. Her cheeks were burning, and the tingling sensation in her chest from the forceful pressure hadn't subsided. She glanced at the other two out of the corner of her eye, afraid they would notice something amiss, and cursed inwardly at the audacity of this scoundrel for daring to be so disrespectful to her in front of outsiders.

Xiaolongnu turned her head away, wiping the sweat from the back of her neck. The man's hot breath still lingered there, making her skin tremble. She only hoped to leave quickly, lest her senior sister's venomous eyes discover that she and Yang Guo had already pledged their vows.

Li Mochou rubbed her thigh and glared fiercely at Yang Guo. The sensation on her thigh lingered, arousing her restlessness. She was both annoyed by the little rascal's shamelessness and secretly pleased by his greatly increased power.

Huang Rong broke the silence first. As the leader of the gang, she had to control the situation and use her seniority to cover up the awkwardness from before.

"Your internal energy has been properly processed. Your meridians have widened considerably; you're lucky to be alive." Huang Rong picked up the Dog-Beating Stick, stood up, and sternly struck it, "Don't practice recklessly these next few days. Focus on consolidating your current level."

Little Dragon Girl stood up, stepped aside, and resumed her cold demeanor. She didn't want to stay there any longer; every moment she stayed increased the risk of being exposed.

"Your internal energy has stabilized, so you don't need to sleep on the Jade Bed anymore. To avoid further conflict," Little Dragon Girl said.

Li Mochou put the silver needles back into the wooden box. She was now completely powerless, and staying here would only annoy people; it was better to go back and devise a plan to trick this boy into bed.

"You're lucky. You don't need to come tomorrow night. Take some time to digest what I taught you," Li Mochou said irritably.

The three women, feeling somewhat guilty after Yang Guo's earlier antics, feared that staying any longer would expose their secret, and thus prepared to leave the stone chamber.

Yang Guo stood up and stretched his limbs.

He felt that his current state was better than ever before.

The internal energy he had accumulated over those sixteen years had been completely integrated, and with the breakthrough to the sixth rank of One-Finger Divine Skill, the abundant power in his dantian greatly boosted his confidence.

These past two days, he's been repeatedly exploited by these three women, and this grown man is seething with anger.

With his strength now greatly increased, he is extremely confident that he can crush the Seven Masters of Quanzhen and regain his authority as a husband in front of these women.

"Thank you all." Yang Guo looked at the three of them, his tone revealing extremely strong confidence, even tinged with a hint of provocation. "However, I'm in excellent condition right now. I don't need to rest."

Huang Rong stopped and turned to look at him. What trick was this little thief up to now? He'd only just escaped with his life, and he was already getting cocky.

Yang Guo walked to the center of the arena and assumed a fighting stance. His gaze swept over the three women, each with their own unique charm, and a surge of desire to conquer rose within him.

"The Heavenly Arena is about to begin, and I want to test my skills now." Yang Guo raised his hand and pointed at the three women in front of him. "You three, come at me together."