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

Zhao Zhijing exerted force with his feet, causing Yin Zhiping's ribs to crack. Zhao Zhijing raised his right hand, joined two fingers together, and thrust them straight down between Yin Zhiping's eyebrows.

He wanted to pierce this hypocrite's skull with a single finger. Only by crushing this once sanctimonious junior brother could he vent his resentment at the humiliations he had suffered for days.

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A fine steel folding fan flew through the air and struck Zhao Zhijing's wrist squarely. The force was immense, causing Zhao Zhijing to stagger back three steps, his entire arm feeling numb and sore.

The finger force went astray, piercing the bluestone ground and creating a hole about an inch deep.

Huo Du strolled out of the inner hall, brandishing a newly replaced folding fan. He had changed into the silk robes of a wealthy Han Chinese merchant. He walked into the courtyard, bent down, and picked up the folding fan from the ground.

"Master Zhao, why the anger?" Huo Du flicked his wrist, snapping his folding fan shut and tapping his palm. "Master Yin has come from afar; he is a guest. Our Great Mongol Empire values ​​courtesy and respect for the virtuous and talented above all else. Your threats of violence are surely ruining my grand plan to recruit the best talents from across the land!"

Zhao Zhijing rubbed his sore and numb wrist, his eyes still filled with resentment and venom, and pointed at Yin Zhiping on the ground, cursing loudly.

He was seething with anger. He was in this predicament entirely because of the Quanzhen Sect. Yin Zhiping was clearly in cahoots with him, yet he was still vying for the position of sect leader within the Quanzhen Sect.

"Prince, that treacherous Taoist priest is two-faced! That day at Chongyang Palace, he watched helplessly as that old scoundrel Wang Chuyi crippled my Qi Sea, and he didn't dare utter a single word. This ungrateful wretch will only cause trouble if left alive. We should kill him with one blow today to prevent future problems!"

As Zhao Zhijing spoke, he moved closer, making a move as if to attack. He wanted to utterly belittle Yin Zhiping in front of Huo Du. He himself had fallen into the mire, and he couldn't bear to see his former fellow disciple still standing cleanly on the shore.

Having narrowly escaped death, Yin Zhiping scrambled to his feet, not even bothering to brush the dust off his clothes, and knelt directly before Huo Du. His forehead was covered in cold sweat; the terror of just moments before, brushing with death, had left his legs weak.

"Your Highness, please understand! I was not afraid of death when I was on the mountain that day."

Yin Zhiping kowtowed repeatedly, desperately trying to exonerate himself, fearing that Huo Du might be misled and actually order Zhao Zhijing to take action. "Senior Brother Zhao acted too hastily, revealing his presence in front of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. If I had stepped forward then, all our spies within the Quanzhen Sect would have been wiped out. I endured humiliation and stayed on the mountain precisely to deliver a message to the prince, plotting future actions!"

Zhao Zhijing spat.

"Bullshit! You're just after the position of sect leader, and you're also eyeing that little bitch in the ancient tomb! You can fool others with your little tricks, but you can't fool me."

Zhao Zhijing kept hitting Yin Zhiping's sore spots, deliberately revealing things that couldn't be made public. He knew all too well where Yin Zhiping's Achilles' heel was; once that veil of pretense was torn off, this hypocrite would be worse than a dog.

"You ran down the mountain today only because that brat Yang Guo wants to challenge you at the Heavenly Arena. You're afraid he'll kill you if he becomes the sect leader, so you came here to suck up to him!"

Huo Du unfolded his folding fan and stood between the two. He was happy to see these two scoundrels of the Quanzhen Sect tearing each other apart; only when dogs fought could he better control the situation.

"Alright, you two are both highly accomplished disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, why argue over things from the past?"

Huo Du turned to look at Yin Zhiping, sizing him up. "Old Daoist Ma Yu is terminally ill, and Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi are both advanced in years. The Quanzhen Sect will eventually be handed over to your younger generation. Daoist Zhao's reputation is damaged, making it inconvenient for him to appear. Daoist Yin, your reputation is still intact, making you the best candidate to succeed as sect leader. I am a businessman; I only discuss benefits and drawbacks, not the past. Since you knocked on this door tonight, it means you have a request of me. Tell me, how do you want to cooperate?"

Yin Zhiping swallowed hard, suppressing the churning in his chest. Huo Du's words were exactly what he wanted to hear. As long as he could use the Mongols' power to get rid of that disciple who always overshadowed him, he was willing to pay any price.

"I want Yang Guo dead." Yin Zhiping gritted his teeth, squeezing out each word through gritted teeth.

When Yang Guo was mentioned, images of Xiaolongnu's flawless skin and Yang Guo's arrogant and domineering manner came to mind. Jealousy and fear intertwined, transforming into boundless hatred.

"If the prince helps me eliminate Yang Guo and seize the position of leader of the Quanzhen Sect, all three thousand disciples of the Quanzhen Sect will serve the Great Mongol Empire with utmost loyalty."

Huo Du burst out laughing.

"Good! Master Yin is a straightforward person."

Huo Du put away his folding fan, walked around with his hands behind his back, and said, "The Quanzhen Sect is the orthodox sect of the Xuanmen. If it can submit to the Great Mongol Empire, the Great Khan will surely be overjoyed. However, Yang Guo's martial arts are strange. I also suffered a loss in the battle at Chongyang Palace that day. If you want to kill him at the Tongtian Arena, with your current martial arts, you can't even withstand three of his moves."

Yin Zhiping's face turned deathly pale. Huo Du was telling the truth. He had personally witnessed Yang Guo's unfathomable martial arts skills; going up against him alone would be suicide.

Yin Zhiping is now filled with regret. He shouldn't have let all the pills slip into this kid's mouth in the first place.

Huo Du took out an exquisite jade bottle from his sleeve. He uncorked the bottle and poured out a pill that was entirely red and emitted a strong, exotic fragrance.

"This is the 'Blood Bodhi Marrow Cleansing Pill,' a secret technique passed down through the Tantric sect of the Great Snow Mountain."

Huo Du held the pill between his fingertips and showed it to Yin Zhiping. "When ordinary people take it, it can widen their meridians and add twenty years of internal energy. When Master Zhao's Qi Sea was destroyed and his meridians were severed, he relied entirely on this medicine bestowed by my master, the Golden Wheel Dharma King. Not only was his Qi Sea rebuilt, but his internal energy was also greater than before."

Yin Zhiping stared at the red pill, his eyes darting around. He glanced at Huo Du, then at Zhao Zhijing, who stood to the side sneering.

Zhao Zhijing was stabbed in the dantian by Wang Chuyi at Chongyang Palace, his martial arts crippled, and he was thrown down the mountain. He was crawling through the desolate wilderness, where he was certain to die.

Just then, Huo Du retreated down the mountain and encountered the dying Zhao Zhijing. Seeing that he still had some use, Huo Du used the Black Tendon Regeneration Ointment of Tantric Buddhism to reconnect his tendons and then fed him a "Blood Bodhi Marrow Cleansing Pill".

This elixir is extremely potent; it can truly reshape the dantian (energy center), stimulate human potential, and cause martial arts skills to surge in a short period of time.

However, it is also one of the most potent poisons in the world. Those who take the medicine must take an antidote every three months, otherwise the poison will take effect, causing their internal organs to turn into a pool of yellow liquid, resulting in an extremely gruesome death.

To save his life and seek revenge, Zhao Zhijing willingly swallowed poison, becoming a complete lackey of the Mongols. His life was in Huo Du's hands, and he didn't even have the right to speak out.

Right now, Zhao Zhijing was secretly overjoyed to see Huo Du using the same poison to fool Yin Zhiping.

He himself had fallen into the cesspool, so naturally he was eager for Yin Zhiping to jump in with him. As long as Yin Zhiping took this medicine, everyone would be puppets in the hands of the Mongols, and no one could laugh at anyone else.

Although Yin Zhiping is a coward, he is not stupid.

Zhao Zhijing's martial arts have recovered so ridiculously, and his skill far surpasses what it used to be. If this medicine were truly a miraculous elixir without any side effects, given Zhao Zhijing's vengeful nature, he would have already stormed Chongyang Palace to seek revenge on Wang Chuyi and Yang Guo.

How could he be willing to hide in this dilapidated tavern in town and be Huo Du's henchman at his beck and call?

These red pills are most likely poison. If you take them, you'll be handing your life over to the Mongols.

Yin Zhiping's back was soaked with cold sweat. His throat was dry, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

I won't eat. I won't be able to leave this door tonight. Even if Huo Du lets him go, if Yang Guo wins the Tongtian Arena in half a month, I'll still be doomed.

Yang Guo had leverage over his attempt to defile Xiaolongnu. That ruthless fellow would never leave him a way out.

He ate it. Even if he was controlled by others, he could gain unparalleled martial arts skills in return. As long as he killed Yang Guo in public on the arena and seized the position of sect leader, he could control the three thousand disciples of the Quanzhen Sect. In the future, he might be able to use them as leverage to force Huo Du to hand over the antidote.

Moreover, once Yang Guo dies, Xiaolongnu will be an unclaimed flower, and he will still have a chance to win her heart.

Between two evils, choose the lesser. Yin Zhiping bit his lip until it bled, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth. He was torn between his desire for power and his fear of Yang Guo, but ultimately, his greed for power and his fear of Yang Guo prevailed.

"What? Junior Brother Yin, are you scared?" Zhao Zhijing chimed in sarcastically. "This is a divine medicine that even princes would give anything for. If you don't have the guts, you'd better get back to Chongyang Palace, wash your neck clean, and wait for that little beast Yang Guo to come and chop it off. When that time comes, I, your senior brother, will definitely burn a few more pieces of paper money on your grave for the sake of our past friendship."

Zhao Zhijing was extremely adept at exploiting Yin Zhiping's weaknesses. He knew that Yin Zhiping was extremely concerned about his reputation and could not tolerate being provoked.

"Shut up!" Yin Zhiping roared, straightening up. He was fed up with being mocked by this cripple, fed up with the humiliation of being manipulated by his apprentice.

He extended both hands and respectfully accepted the crimson pill from Huo Du's hand.

"Your Highness's kindness is immeasurable; I could never repay it even if I were to be shattered to pieces." Yin Zhiping raised his head, closed his eyes, threw the pill into his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbed, and swallowed it whole.

The pill went down his throat in less than three breaths. Yin Zhiping felt a ball of fire explode in his dantian, and scorching heat surged wildly through his eight extraordinary meridians. He rolled on the ground in pain, his hands gripping the bluestone slab so tightly that his fingernails cracked and bled.

The pain was excruciating, almost bone-crushing, and truly unbearable for most people.

Huo Du watched coldly, fanning himself with a folding fan, his eyes filled with smugness. These Taoist priests of the Central Plains, in their struggle for power and profit, are worse than dogs.

Half an incense stick later, Yin Zhiping stopped rolling around. He got up, covered in sweat, his eyes bloodshot, and he exuded an extremely fierce aura.

He tried circulating his internal energy and felt it was abundant and powerful, several times stronger than the Quanzhen internal energy he had cultivated for many years. The surging power gave him the illusion that he could easily crush Yang Guo.

"Thank you for the medicine, Your Highness!" Yin Zhiping knelt down again, this time kowtowing sincerely. With this skill, the position of sect leader was within his grasp.

"Easy. The effects of this medicine will take a few more days to fully dissipate. At the Tongtian Arena, I want you to tear Yang Guo to pieces in front of all the heroes of the world." Huo Du lowered his voice and began to lay out the plan. "After you return, secretly contact Master Zhao's old subordinates and stir up trouble..."

As Yin Zhiping listened to Huo Du's instructions, he began to make his own plans. As long as he could get rid of Yang Guo, this major threat, he was willing to do anything, not only to reconnect with his old subordinates but also to turn the Quanzhen Sect upside down.

……

Behind Zhongnan Mountain lies the Tomb of the Living Dead.

The lamplight flickered inside the stone chamber. Yang Guo sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed, still holding the three people he had subdued in his arms.

These three stunningly beautiful women, any one of whom could easily captivate the hearts of heroes in the martial arts world, are now all defeated by Yang Guo.

His desire to conquer was greatly satisfied, and the exhaustion from being exploited for days vanished. They had just been subdued by Yang Guo with extremely tricky moves, and now they were all panting and disheveled.

Huang Rong struggled a couple of times, only to find that Yang Guo's arms were like iron hoops, tightly locking her waist, and she couldn't break free at all.

She was both ashamed and furious. She, the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect, had been so disrespected by a mere brat in front of two other women. If word got out, her reputation, built up over half a lifetime, would be ruined.

"You little thief, let go!" Huang Rong's cheeks flushed red as she reprimanded him with the authority of the Beggars' Sect leader, "How dare you be so disrespectful! Let me go right now!"

Yang Guo didn't let go; instead, he brought his face close to Huang Rong's neck and took a deep breath of her mature, womanly fragrance. That unique scent of Huang Rong filled his nostrils, igniting a lustful fire within him.

He simply loved seeing the dignified and imposing Chief Huang acting coquettishly in his arms.

"Chief Huang, we agreed on the rules before our duel," Yang Guo grinned, his smile utterly roguish. "A bet is a bet. I took on all three of you by myself and won. Now it's time to deliver the punishment."

Li Mochou was pinned down by Yang Guo's legs and couldn't move.

She glared fiercely at Yang Guo. She had lost her inner strength, but her inherent pride remained. Being pinned down by this brat in front of her mortal enemy, Xiaolongnu, she felt humiliated, yet a strange, tingling sensation arose within her.

That little bastard is getting stronger and stronger; he's pressing down on me so hard that half of my body is limp.

"You little bastard, you only know how to use underhanded tricks. If you hadn't used your junior sister as a shield just now, my 'Black Tiger Claws Out the Heart' move would have taken you down long ago."

Li Mochou cursed fiercely, but her body leaned softly against Yang Guo's legs, her voluptuous figure intentionally or unintentionally teasing him.

"Technician Li, all's fair in war. If you have no inner strength, don't blame me for bullying you."

Yang Guo reached out and flicked Li Mochou's nose. This woman was so stubborn; that claw attack just now was clearly meant to sever his manhood. "Besides," he said, "were you aiming for my heart with that claw? I think you were aiming for my crotch. You're so eager to ruin my future happiness, how could I not be careful?"

Li Mochou, her thoughts exposed, was filled with shame and anger. She opened her mouth and bit Yang Guo's thigh. She had intended to leave a mark on the boy so he would remember her mistake.

Yang Guo was prepared, his muscles tense. Li Mochou bit down on it, as if biting into a piece of hard, tanned leather, making her teeth ache.

Xiaolongnu sat beside Yang Guo, letting him massage her wrist. She was always aloof and indifferent to winning or losing. She only cared about Yang Guo's safety, and as long as he was happy, what harm was there in playing around with him? It was just that the name of this punishment made her a little uneasy.

"Guo'er, how do you plan to punish me?" Xiaolongnu asked calmly, but her ears were bright red.

She had read those storybooks and knew what absurd ideas this little thief harbored. What if he proposed something utterly shameful and infuriating? Should she comply or not?

Yang Guo cleared his throat, adopting the air of a lord. His gaze swept over the three alluring bodies, his mind already rehearsing the script a thousand times over.

"The punishment is very simple," Yang Guo pointed to the wooden basin on the ground. "The first thing is to wash your feet."

Huang Rong's eyes widened. As the daughter of the Peach Blossom Island Master, she had been pampered since childhood. When had she ever served someone else by washing their feet?

This little thief is utterly ignorant and arrogant, pushing his luck to the limit.

"You expect me, the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect, to wash your feet?" Huang Rong laughed angrily, reaching out to grab Yang Guo's ear. "You little thief, you've got some nerve!"

Yang Guo turned his head away. He knew Huang Rong's weakness all too well. This woman valued her reputation the most. As long as he had this handle, she would have to obediently submit.

"Chief Huang, there are no Beggar Clan disciples here, nor is there the Master of Peach Blossom Island. Here, only the rules of the martial world dictate that those who bet must accept their losses." Yang Guo leaned close to Huang Rong's ear, lowering his voice to a volume only the two of them could hear. "Rong'er, if you don't wash, I'll tell Teacher Long and Technician Li everything about our 'physical cooling' on the Jade Bed tonight. What do you think their reaction will be?"

Huang Rong froze. This little thief was actually using this to threaten her!

She glanced at Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou beside her, afraid they might have overheard something.

As the dignified Madam Guo, if it were known that she was engaging in illicit relations with a junior in broad daylight, she would rather smash her head against this stone wall and die.

She took two quick breaths, her chest heaving as she weighed the pros and cons, and in the end, she could only swallow her anger.

"You...you're ruthless." Huang Rong gritted her teeth and gave in.

Yang Guo laughed heartily, released the three women, and sat down imposingly on the stone bed. He took off his boots and stretched his feet over the edge of the wooden basin. He felt extremely pleased with himself; the sense of accomplishment from subduing this high and mighty female strategist was even more exhilarating than mastering unparalleled martial arts.

"Come on, ladies. The water temperature is just right." Yang Guo leaned against the stone wall, looking quite content.

Huang Rong reluctantly squatted down and rolled up her sleeves.

She dipped her hands into the water to test the temperature, then grabbed Yang Guo's ankle.

The man's skin felt firm and hot to the touch. Huang Rong cursed inwardly, but her movements unconsciously softened. She recalled their foolish affair on the stone bed during the day, and a blush spread from her cheeks to her neck.

This thief is utterly shameless. Back then, the two of them had a tragic love affair that began with a chance encounter during a bath and massage.

Little Dragon Girl also squatted down.

She was not bound by worldly etiquette, and she felt no resentment at washing her husband's feet. She scooped up warm water with her delicate hands and poured it onto Yang Guo's calves with gentle and meticulous movements.

She only hoped that her senior sister and Huang Rong wouldn't notice anything amiss, lest trouble arise. She gently massaged Yang Guo's instep, hoping that Guo'er would feel more comfortable.

Li Mochou stood aside, arms crossed, and snorted coldly.

Looking at Xiaolongnu's submissive demeanor, she felt a surge of jealousy. This little vixen usually acted so high and mighty, but she was quite adept at serving men in private. But asking Li Mochou to lower herself to wash feet was absolutely out of the question.

"I won't wash. I have no internal energy, I can't beat you. Kill me or do whatever you want. Me serve you? Dream on!" Li Mochou raised her head, putting on the airs of the Red Serpent Fairy.

Yang Guo wasn't annoyed. He stepped on Huang Rong and Xiaolongnu's hands, then looked up at Li Mochou. This technician Li had a fiery temper; she needed strong medicine to cure her.

He knew all too well what Li Mochou wanted: to use him to have a child and release her pressure points. How could he let her succeed so easily?

"Technician Li, are you sure you don't want to wash?" Yang Guo raised his eyebrows. "You promised me during the fight earlier. If you go back on your word, you won't be able to eat in this ancient tomb anymore."

Li Mochou's expression changed drastically. Not having food was a minor matter; if she were driven out of the Ancient Tomb, where would she find Ouyang Feng to release her acupoints? If she could never use martial arts again, she would suffer worse than death.

"You dare!"

"Let's see if I dare." Yang Guo's gaze lingered on Li Mochou's alluring curves, his eyes revealing undisguised aggression. "I, Yang Guo, mean what I say. If you obediently come over and massage my feet right now, I'll pretend nothing happened. If you keep being stubborn, I'll throw you out of the Ancient Tomb right now."

Li Mochou weighed the pros and cons. This boy's martial arts had improved greatly, and she was no match for him. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; she would tolerate him for now. After she gave birth and her acupoints were released, she would get her revenge with interest. She gritted her teeth and swallowed the humiliation.

Li Mochou gritted her teeth and reluctantly walked over, squatting down beside the wooden basin.

She stretched out her hands and pressed them against Yang Guo's insteps, rubbing them vigorously. She vented all her anger on her hands, wishing she could peel the skin off this brat's feet.

"Be gentle! Are you trying to rub my skin off?!" Yang Guo shouted.

"Didn't you want to wash your feet? I'm just removing the dead skin for you!" Li Mochou retorted irritably.

Inside the stone chamber, the sound of rushing water could be heard.

Yang Guo closed his eyes, enjoying the service of the three most outstanding women in the martial arts world.

Huang Rong's mature charm, Xiaolongnu's aloof elegance, and Li Mochou's fiery and voluptuous beauty—who in the world could enjoy such a blessing of having multiple wives? He felt he had no regrets in this life, and the fatigue of the past few days vanished completely under the warm water and the caress of three pairs of delicate hands.

The image of the Tongtian Arena, which would take place in half a month, flashed through his mind.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen? Zhao Zhijing? Yin Zhiping? A Mongol Tartar?

They're all just clay chickens and earthenware dogs.

He has now mastered his inner strength, and his One-Finger Divine Skill has broken through to the sixth rank. He intends to trample anyone who dares to stand in his way on the Heavenly Arena.

He wanted to seize the position of leader of the Quanzhen Sect legitimately and turn these three thousand Taoists into his private army.

Then he'd see what right Guo Jing would have to act like an elder in front of him. He wanted to shut everyone up and bring Huang Rong back to Peach Blossom Island in a dignified manner, lecturing her on "physics" every day.

This ambition surged within him, making him feel completely at ease.

Yang Guo opened his eyes and looked at the three women squatting in front of him. He wasn't going to let them off so easily.

"All done washing, time for the second item." Yang Guo lifted his legs, splashing water everywhere, deliberately getting it on the three women's clothes. "Get in bed, massage. Chief Huang will massage your shoulders, Teacher Long your waist, and Technician Li your legs. If anyone doesn't feel comfortable, they can forget about sleeping tonight."

The three women rolled their eyes in unison, but had no choice but to stand up.

Each of them harbored their own secrets, yet they were all controlled by this rogue thief and had no choice but to obediently comply.