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

Yang Guo dragged his aching legs back to his stone chamber, and without even taking off his outer clothes, collapsed onto the stone bed.

He'd been working non-stop all day, a battle of wits, courage, and strength, and even the toughest man was worn out. He closed his eyes, didn't even dream, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

The next day at dawn, very light footsteps were heard in the passageway.

The stone door was pushed open from the outside. Little Dragon Girl, dressed in a plain white Taoist robe and carrying a bundle of hemp rope as thick as a thumb, walked expressionlessly to the bedside.

She looked at Yang Guo, who was fast asleep, sprawled out on his back, and unceremoniously reached out and pulled back the covers. She thought to herself, "This little thief was so arrogant last night, I'll teach him a lesson today, so he won't get too cocky in the future."

"Guo'er, the time has come." Xiaolongnu's voice was cold, but her movements were extremely skillful. She unfurled the hemp rope, wrapped it around Yang Guo's wrist, and tied a tight knot.

A gust of cold wind jolted Yang Guo awake. He opened his eyes and saw Xiaolongnu wrapping a rope around his waist, and immediately grinned.

This little girl usually acts aloof and detached from worldly affairs, but when it comes to these kinds of tricks, she's quite shrewd.

"Teacher Long, we just set the rules last night, and you dare to rebel today? This kind of bondage scene should be led by me." Yang Guo didn't struggle and let Xiaolongnu tie him up like a dumpling.

He wanted to see what this yaoi fangirl was up to today.

Little Dragon Girl tied the rope to the leg of the Jade Bed and patted the dust off her hands.

Seeing Yang Guo's honesty, she became somewhat wary. This scoundrel would never give in so easily; he must be plotting something bad.

"You said last night that you wanted to be the head of the family in the ancient tomb, so naturally I'll listen to you. But this twelve-hour special training schedule was also something you personally agreed to. It's now the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), so it's under my jurisdiction."

She bent down, leaned close to Yang Guo's ear, and breathed softly, "If you can't even beat me, how will you fight the Seven Masters of Quanzhen in half a month?"

Yang Guo felt the bone-chilling cold emanating from the Jade Bed.

If it were yesterday, this cold air would have seeped into his bones, making him shiver. But right now, the pure internal energy he had accumulated over sixteen years had been fused into one, and the pure Yang energy of the sixth grade of the One Yang Finger technique was circulating automatically in his eight extraordinary meridians.

The moment the chill touched the skin, it was completely neutralized by the domineering pure yang energy, leaving only a cool sensation that was extremely comfortable.

He secretly channeled his energy, feeling the power filling his limbs and bones, which greatly boosted his confidence.

"Teacher Long, you haven't tied the rope tight enough." Yang Guo exerted his strength from his dantian and pushed his arms outward.

With a sharp snap, the thick hemp rope broke into pieces, sending hemp fibers flying all over the bed.

Little Dragon Girl took half a step back, looking at the broken ropes all over the bed. There was no panic on her face, but rather a sense of novelty.

She had thought the rope would only hold him for a moment, but she never expected his skill to have improved so much.

"After the internal energy was integrated, the strength increased so much? It seems that this hemp rope is no longer effective."

She turned and walked to the wooden box in front of the stone wall. After rummaging through it for a moment, she pulled out a smooth, oily cowhide whip. Holding the whip, she thought to herself, "Let's see how you break free this time."

"This was left behind by our master. It's impervious to water and fire, and impervious to swords and blades. It's perfect for binding you."

Yang Guo leaped off the bed with a somersault. He used the "Snake-like Leap" movement technique, gliding along the ground and closing in on Xiaolongnu in the blink of an eye.

He reached out his right hand, firmly grasped Xiaolongnu's wrist holding the whip, and pulled her into his arms. He had long since figured out Xiaolongnu's tactics, and this move was perfectly timed.

Xiaolongnu leaned into Yang Guo's arms, and with a flick of her wrist, the leather whip coiled around Yang Guo's neck like a venomous snake. She didn't use her inner strength, but merely used the momentum of the whip; subconsciously, she didn't want to hurt him.

"Teacher Long, are you trying to murder your husband?" Yang Guo wrapped his left arm around Xiaolongnu's slender waist, while his right index finger was raised and pressed against her lower back. A 1-inch-long wisp of pale golden energy emanated from his fingertip.

Little Dragon Girl felt the burning heat at her waist, released the leather whip from her hand, and let it fall to the ground.

She looked up at Yang Guo, a sense of peace rising in her heart. The higher Yang Guo's martial arts skills, the greater their chances of winning the Tongtian Arena. "The qi of your One-Finger Divine Skill is indeed domineering. If I use the martial arts from the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, I won't be able to get close to you."

Yang Guo withdrew his inner energy, picked up Xiaolongnu, and threw her directly onto the cold jade bed. He leaned over her, placing his hands on either side of her head, looking down at her.

"Since you can't beat me, then the rules for this morning class need to be changed." Yang Guo's gaze swept over Xiaolongnu's heaving chest. This woman was usually as cold as ice, but in private she was extremely accommodating to his perverse tastes. She was truly a rare find.

Little Dragon Girl turned her head, a blush creeping up her ears. Her breathing quickened slightly; under his intense gaze, her body involuntarily went weak. "How do you want to change it?"

"It's simple." Yang Guo picked up the leather whip from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and his mind had already run through countless dirty jokes. "Today, it's my turn to tie you up. We'll put on a show of a 'bully abducting a woman.' You'll have to scream your lungs out and shout for help."

Xiaolongnu bit her lower lip. She had read about such shameful things in stories before, but had never tried them herself. She looked at Yang Guo's face, which was full of mischievous smiles, and obediently put her hands together.

She thought to herself that as long as Yang Guo was happy, what harm was there in giving in to him?

"Go ahead and tie it up. But be gentle, this leather whip hurts a lot."

Several extremely affected cries for help soon echoed from the stone chamber. Yang Guo, caught up in the fun, used all sorts of ridiculous plot devices he had seen in his previous life. It wasn't until 3:45 AM that the two of them, disheveled, climbed off the stone bed, ending this absurd "morning lesson."

At 1-3 PM, at the ancient tomb's martial arts training ground.

Huang Rong changed into a neat short-sleeved outfit, holding the emerald green dog-beating stick in her hand, and stood in the center of the field. Her mature and voluptuous curves were outlined in the tight clothes, making her extremely alluring. With each twist of her waist, she exuded the heroic spirit of a woman from the martial arts world.

She specially chose this outfit today to show off her figure in front of this thief and let him know who the most alluring woman in the world is.

Yang Guo stood three zhang away, his eyes fixed on Huang Rong's chest, swallowing hard repeatedly. This first wife was truly a bewitching enchantress; even a casual pose could steal one's soul. He felt his mouth dry, and the energy he had expended on the cold jade bed was now showing signs of revival.

"Where are you looking!" Huang Rong's eyebrows shot up, and with a flick of her wrist, the Dog-Beating Staff twirled beautifully in the air, whistling through the air. Seeing Yang Guo's greedy expression, she was secretly delighted, but on the surface, she maintained the sternness of an elder. "Today I'll teach you the last three moves of the Dog-Beating Staff Technique. These three moves are the Beggars' Clan's closely guarded secrets, so watch carefully!"

Huang Rong used the footwork of the Eight Trigrams of Qimen Dunjia, her figure becoming a blur. She was determined to give Yang Guo a hard time and make him understand that the Beggars' Sect's martial arts were not child's play.

"This move is called 'No Dogs Under Heaven'!" Huang Rong shouted.

In an instant, the emerald green bamboo staff conjured dozens of staff shadows, engulfing Yang Guo from all sides. Staff tips were everywhere, making it impossible to distinguish between feints and real attacks. This technique was extremely ingenious, sealing off all escape routes.

Yang Guo roared and advanced instead of retreating. He didn't use any weapons, but instead filled his palms with the pure Yang energy of the One-Yang Finger Technique. He struck out with both hands in front of him in rapid succession, each palm hitting the Dog-Beating Staff with perfect accuracy.

Relying on his superior internal strength, he insisted on using the most brute force to break the most exquisite move.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The palm struck the bamboo stick, producing a crisp, metallic clang. Yang Guo, relying on his brute internal strength and lightning-fast reflexes, managed to tear a gash through the swirling shadows of the sticks.

He leaned close to Huang Rong, his right hand forming a claw, aiming straight for Huang Rong's wrist holding the staff.

Huang Rong changed her move with lightning speed, retracting the Dog-Beating Stick and thrusting its end fiercely towards Yang Guo's ribs. She exerted force with her wrist, thinking to herself how dare this little thief catch the Dog-Beating Stick with his bare hands.

"Well done!" Yang Guo neither dodged nor evaded, but instead thrust out his left index finger. He had anticipated Huang Rong's change of attack and was ready to strike with this finger.

A three-foot-long golden beam shot out from the fingertip, striking the end of the dog-beating stick.

"Snap!"

The sturdy bamboo staff passed down through generations of Beggars' Sect leaders was actually shaved off an inch of its tip by this pure Yang energy. The cut was charred black and emitting wisps of smoke.

Huang Rong was shocked and quickly withdrew her staff. Looking at the damaged Dog-Beating Staff in her hand, she gasped in distress. This was the Beggars' Sect's token, and this brat had almost destroyed it with a single finger!

She was both anxious and angry. This little thief had no sense of restraint; how could she explain to the gang members that he had destroyed the treasure?

"You little thief! You ruined my Beggars' Sect's treasures!" Huang Rong raised her Dog-Beating Stick, as if to strike.

Yang Guo lunged forward and pulled Huang Rong into his arms, his hands gripping her slender waist tightly. He pressed his face against her ear, using every trick in the book to be shameless. "Rong'er, don't blame me. You're the one who made me look closely. Didn't I just break your moves?"

Unable to break free, Huang Rong could only lightly tap Yang Guo's back twice with her stick, as light as a tickle. Embraced by his burning body, she felt weak all over, and could no longer muster any anger.

She sighed, thinking to herself that this nemesis was truly her nemesis.

"Your internal energy is truly bizarre. The One-Finger Divine Skill combined with the Quanzhen internal energy can actually generate such domineering qi. I'm afraid the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's Heavenly Dipper Formation really can't trap you anymore."

Yang Guo rested his chin on Huang Rong's shoulder, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her hair. He savored this moment of tenderness, but his mind was racing.

"With a female Zhuge Liang advising me, what are a few old Taoist priests? When I become the sect leader, I'll have someone forge you a pure gold dog-beating stick, inlaid with luminous pearls from the East China Sea. I guarantee it will be a hundred times more impressive than this broken bamboo stick."

Huang Rong was amused and annoyed by his nouveau riche remarks, and reached out to pinch the soft flesh on his waist. She knew this little rascal was just trying to flatter her, but she was secretly delighted.

"Don't try to fool me with that. Remember, you can't be careless at the Tongtian Arena in half a month. That scoundrel Yin Zhiping will definitely try to trip you up behind your back."

Mentioning Yin Zhiping, Yang Guo's playful smile vanished. A murderous glint appeared in his eyes. That old bastard dared to covet his woman; he couldn't be allowed to live. "Rong'er, don't worry, if that old bastard dares to show his face, I'll make sure he dies a horrible death."

At the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), in the stone chamber deep within the passageway.

Li Mochou leaned against the stone bed, wearing only a very thin veil. To break free from the fatal pressure point Ouyang Feng had struck, she was going all out tonight.

The sheer veil partially concealed her voluptuous figure, and under the lamplight, she exuded boundless spring-like beauty.

She toyed with three Ice Soul Silver Needles in her hand, her fingertips caressing the tips, but her stomach was pounding: If this little bastard dares to take advantage and then not do anything, she'll risk her life to drag him down with her. Hearing the stone door open, she looked up and stared intently at Yang Guo, who had pushed the door open and entered.

"Technician Li, aren't you afraid of catching a cold dressed so lightly tonight?" Yang Guo pulled over a stone bench and sat down, his eyes scanning Li Mochou up and down.

His throat bobbed. This Crimson Fairy's figure was truly exquisite, but the soreness in his lower back was a cruel reminder that even the landlord's family had run out of food.

He secretly warned himself that this woman would use any trick to release his pressure points, and he had to hold his ground tonight no matter what, and he couldn't let her see that he was just a hollow shell with a strong exterior but a weak interior.

Li Mochou sat up straight, deliberately puffing out her chest to make her deep cleavage even more eye-catching. She emphasized the words "wife who shared hardship" very much, using this to test how much sincerity Yang Guo truly had.

"Your martial arts have improved so much that you can even cut through Huang Rong's Dog-Beating Stick. My hidden weapon skills are probably no match for you. If I don't show some sincerity, you, the future sect leader, might forget about your wife who has shared your hardships."

Yang Guo chuckled inwardly. This woman always spoke with barbs and veiled barbs, her mind filled with how to manipulate him.

"Master Li, you're mistaken. Hidden weapons are all about surprise. On the stage, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against a hidden arrow. I still want to learn your Ice Soul Silver Needle technique." He spoke tactfully, never making any definitive statements, just to keep her in suspense.

Li Mochou snorted coldly. She wanted to see just how skilled this kid had become. If he couldn't even catch these few needles, he wasn't worthy of her humbling herself and fawning over him. With a flick of her wrist, the silver needles flew out of her hand.

The three icy silver needles transformed into three streaks of blue light, forming a triangular shape as they hurtled towards Yang Guo's face, throat, and chest acupoints. They moved with incredible speed and made no sound whatsoever.

Yang Guo sat motionless on the stone bench. His eyesight was far better than usual; the trajectory of the three needles appeared much slower to him. Only when the silver needles were half a foot in front of him did he raise his right hand.

He casually pinched his index and middle fingers together three times in front of him, the movements swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

Three highly poisoned silver needles were firmly held between Yang Guo's fingers. The blue light flashing at the needle tips was completely blocked by the pure Yang energy emanating from his fingertips, unable to harm him in the slightest.

"Technician Li, your aim is good, but your strength is a bit lacking." Yang Guo tossed the silver needle onto the stone table, making a crisp sound. He deliberately adopted an air of ease and control, wanting to completely overwhelm her with his presence.

Li Mochou's expression shifted. She had anticipated that her internal energy would be depleted and the power of her hidden weapons would be greatly reduced, but she hadn't expected Yang Guo to catch them so easily.

This kid's eyesight and reaction speed have reached an extremely terrifying level. The last bit of pride she had was shattered, and now, besides relying on him, she truly had no other hope.

She gritted her teeth and got off the stone bed. When she walked up to Yang Guo, she paused slightly, her face burning with embarrassment. But when she thought of Ouyang Feng's vicious restriction, she steeled herself, sat directly on his lap, and hooked her arms around Yang Guo's neck.

"Guo'er, with your martial arts skills so high, the Quanzhen Sect will be yours sooner or later." Li Mochou's breath was fragrant, her voice so seductive it could drip water. She trampled her dignity underfoot, only asking for a chance to regain her freedom. "Release my acupoints. I'll do whatever you say from now on. Whoever you tell me to kill, I'll kill; whoever you tell me to serve, I'll serve."

The warm, soft touch on his legs sent a surge of lust through Yang Guo's body. He gripped Li Mochou's slender waist with both hands, his fingertips caressing her smooth skin.

This woman's figure was indeed exquisite; under normal circumstances, he would have already taken up his weapon. However, his mind was extremely clear. These past few days, he had been repeatedly exploited by Xiaolongnu and Huang Rong, and he had to save up his "serving food." He absolutely could not lose his composure now, otherwise, if he showed weakness, how could he regain his husbandly authority in the future?

Moreover, if I easily satisfy this woman, I won't be able to control her anymore; I'll have to keep her hooked up to me.

"Technician Li, you can't rush things." Yang Guo pushed Li Mochou off his lap with a resolute gesture, as if afraid that if he continued to hug her, he would inevitably expose himself.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and recited his prepared explanation: "I need to go into seclusion these few days to consolidate my cultivation level, and I can't afford to lose even a drop of my vital energy. As for unblocking acupoints, we can talk about that after I win the Tongtian Arena and become the sect leader."

"Besides, you know my godfather's abilities. His martial arts are far superior to mine. My mediocre skills will definitely make it difficult for me to release his pressure points in a short time!"

Li Mochou was pushed away, her body swaying slightly, utterly humiliated. She had already offered herself so readily, yet he remained unmoved. She stomped her foot in frustration, feeling both ashamed and angry, yet utterly helpless.

"You little bastard, you have to keep your word! If you dare to lie to me, I'll haunt you even in death!"

"I, Yang Guo, am a man of my word." Yang Guo turned and walked towards the stone gate, secretly relieved that he had finally managed to fool them.

He stopped at the door, turned back and gave her a flirtatious wink, his seasoned pro nature intact, determined not to lose face in a verbal exchange: "Technician Li, eat more papaya these next few days to nourish your body. When I become the headmaster, you'll have your share of trouble."

The stone door closed, leaving Li Mochou inside, grinding her teeth in frustration. She stared at the tightly shut stone door, her chest heaving violently. The thief's shameless behavior made her liver ache with anger, yet she couldn't bring herself to be angry.