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

On the back of Zhongnan Mountain, in an open space outside an ancient tomb.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the grass. Yang Guo stood in the shade, his gaze unabashedly sweeping over Huang Rong, who was ten paces away.

He secretly felt pleased with himself. The tricks he had seen in his previous life, when used on this dignified and imposing leader of the Beggars' Clan, truly had a unique flavor.

Today, Huang Rong changed into an extremely form-fitting black short-sleeved outfit. The fabric of the clothes was thin and light, which perfectly outlined her mature and voluptuous curves.

What is particularly eye-catching is her impressive bust, which used to be tightly bound with a thick white corset, but today it stands tall and firm with a distinct outline.

A few days earlier, Yang Guo had searched through all the fabrics in the ancient tomb and, relying on his memories from his previous life, personally sewed a bikini-style bra for Huang Rong.

This item has no underwire; it relies entirely on straps tied at the back and neck for excellent support.

When he was sewing this thing, all he could think about was how alluring Huang Rong would look in it. Now that he's actually wearing it, the effect is even more captivating than he expected.

Huang Rong felt her ears burning from his gaze. She was always proud and couldn't stand this little thief staring at her so blatantly, yet she also felt a little happy inside.

She suppressed her shyness and adopted the dignified demeanor of a senior.

"Take this!" Huang Rong shouted.

With a flick of her wrist, the dog-beating stick transformed into a streak of green light, aiming straight for Yang Guo's face. This move, "Beating Two Dogs with a Stick," was extremely fierce; she was determined to teach this little thief a lesson, lest he become even more disrespectful.

Yang Guo used the bizarre "Snake-like Leaping" movement technique, his body sliding along the ground like a boneless loach, avoiding the tip of the staff.

He knew perfectly well that the first wife was enraged, but her moves didn't carry much killing intent. He struck out with a backhand palm, the wind whistling as it aimed directly at Huang Rong's lower body.

The two exchanged dozens of blows in the open space. Huang Rong used the skillful force of the Falling Flower Sword Palm, while Yang Guo countered with the pure Yang energy of the One-Finger Divine Skill.

Half an incense stick later, Huang Rong withdrew her staff and stepped back, sweat beading on her forehead. She was panting heavily, her chest heaving. She was secretly alarmed; this little thief's internal strength had improved rapidly, and if she didn't use her full strength, she wouldn't be able to suppress him.

"I'm not hitting anymore." Huang Rong stuck the dog-beating stick into the soil and walked to rest under the shade of a tree. She was really distracted by that novel underwear. With every big movement, although the thing supported her firmly, it always gave her a strange feeling of tightness.

Yang Guo leaned closer and handed her the water bottle. His gaze lingered unabashedly on her chest, and he swallowed hard. Those undulating waves were truly a test of a cadre's vulnerabilities.

"Rong'er, does this undergarment I made fit you well?" Yang Guo lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of self-satisfaction, already planning how he would personally untie the straps that night.

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him, took the water bottle, and took a sip. She was actually quite pleased; although this little thief acted absurdly, he showed genuine concern for her in every way.

"You little thief, your head is always full of strange and bizarre ideas." Huang Rong put down the kettle and straightened her collar. She didn't want to praise him, but this thing felt light and fit him well, much better than those cumbersome wrappings she used to wear.

"However, this thing is much better than the old belt. In the past, we used to wrap our chests with white cloth, which made it hard to breathe and caused poor blood circulation over time. When we made big movements during practice, we would feel chest tightness. This thing of yours is much more convenient. It is not only lightweight, but it also supports this... very steadily."

As Huang Rong spoke, her cheeks flushed slightly. It was truly absurd for her, the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect, to discuss such private matters with a junior. But in front of this petty thief, her composure had long since vanished, replaced by a sense of triumphant abandon.

"Of course." Yang Guo said shamelessly, moving closer and smelling the fragrance of her sweat. He became even bolder. "This is called liberating your nature. You're already well-endowed, why do you have to restrain yourself with strips of cloth? If you hurt yourself, I'll be the one who feels bad. From now on, you can wear it every day, and I'll personally untie the straps for you every night."

"Pah, you're so frivolous." Huang Rong spat, but her eyes held a hint of lust. His direct teasing made her weak, but her womanly nature compelled her to test him. "Your skills are quite something, even making such lewd things. Tell me, have you made these for other women before?"

Yang Guo's mind was on high alert. This female strategist's jealousy could flare up at any moment, and a careless answer could lead to a bloodbath.

"I swear to God," Yang Guo raised three fingers, swearing sincerely, "this was custom-made just for you. Teacher Long's physique simply can't fill out this dress. As for Technician Li, she's still in her probationary period and doesn't receive this treatment."

Huang Rong felt incredibly pleased to hear him belittle those two women to elevate himself. She loved the feeling of being pampered by this young man; it greatly satisfied her possessiveness.

Just as the two were flirting, a very high-pitched eagle cry came from mid-air.

A fierce wind howled, rustling the leaves. A massive black eagle swooped down from the sky, landing ten paces away from the two.

This eagle was exceptionally handsome, with a wingspan of over ten feet. It was one of the two eagles that Guo Jing and Huang Rong kept on Peach Blossom Island.

The giant eagle, standing on one leg, hopped over to Huang Rong and nuzzled her arm with its huge beak.

Huang Rong, who had been lost in her romantic thoughts, tensed up at the sound of the eagle's cry. She knew all too well the purpose of this black eagle.

"Eagle, what brings you here?" Huang Rong stroked the eagle's feathers, her expression turning serious.

Unless there was an extremely urgent military situation, Xiangyang would never have sent out the giant eagle. Countless scenarios flashed through her mind: Had the Mongol army attacked the city ahead of schedule? Or had something happened to her brother Jing?

The eagle raised its right leg. A bamboo tube was tied to its leg.

Huang Rong untied the bamboo tube and poured out a wax ball. She crushed the wax ball, revealing an extremely thin piece of silk inside.

Yang Guo leaned closer, looking at the secret inscription on the silk, his heart pounding. Anything that could change Huang Rong's expression was no small matter.

"What happened?" Yang Guo asked.

Huang Rong unfolded the silk scroll and quickly scanned the writing on it. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes. The contents of the letter confirmed her worst suspicions.

"A message from the Beggars' Sect." Huang Rong handed the silk to Yang Guo, her tone carrying the decisiveness of a sect leader in a meeting. "It's an urgent letter sent by a disciple from the foot of the mountain. Recently, a group of men with extremely strange skills have suddenly appeared in the town at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. These people wear the clothes of people from the Central Plains, but their behavior is entirely in the style of the Mongols."

Yang Guo took the silk and examined it carefully, his eyebrows furrowing in a frown.

"And there's more." Huang Rong pointed to the last line of text on the silk scroll, her fingertip touching it: "The Beggars' Sect disciples secretly investigated and discovered that Yin Zhiping, the chief disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, had secretly gone down the mountain a few days ago. He wandered around the town for half the night and finally went into a tavern."

Yang Guo crumpled the silk into a ball and sneered. He had long expected that the hypocrite Yin Zhiping would not sit idly by and wait for his death, but he never expected that this fellow would be so shameless as to become a traitor.

"That old bastard, he really can't hold back anymore." Yang Guo crumpled the paper into pieces, wishing it were Yin Zhiping's neck. "The Tongtian Arena is in half a month. He knows his martial arts are inferior to mine, and he's afraid I'll take his life if I become the sect leader, so he's gone to get reinforcements. The Mongols are eyeing the Quanzhen Sect covetously, and these two are hooking up, like turtles eyeing green beans, they've hit it off."

Huang Rong paced back and forth, her mind racing as she considered countermeasures. Her reputation as a female strategist was well-deserved; with just a few scattered clues, she could piece together most of the truth.

"I know Yin Zhiping all too well."

Huang Rong stopped and analyzed the situation clearly, "He's full of righteousness and morality, valuing his reputation more than his life. He would never dare to openly bring the Mongols up the mountain. He must want to use the Mongols to get rid of you at the Tongtian Arena. Once you're dead, he can rightfully take over as the sect leader. Then, the Quanzhen Sect will fall into his hands, and the Mongols can take Zhongnan Mountain without bloodshed."

"That's a clever plan." Yang Guo clapped his hands, a murderous intent rising within him. Keeping such a menace around would only lead to trouble sooner or later. "So what do we do now? Just quietly kill him?"

"No!" Huang Rong shook her head to stop him. She always planned carefully before acting and would never allow Yang Guo to act rashly. "Catch the thief red-handed. Besides, he's in Chongyang Palace. If you kill him now, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen will definitely fight you to the death. Then your crime of colluding with the demonic path will be completely confirmed. We have to lure the snake out of its hole."

Huang Rong walked to the giant eagle's side and took out a charcoal pencil and a small piece of blank silk from her sleeve. She leaned over the stone table and quickly wrote a few lines. She would not allow anyone to disrupt the peace and stability of the martial world in the Song Dynasty, and she would not allow anyone to touch her man.

"Order all the Beggars' Clan members near Zhongnan Mountain to break into smaller groups and infiltrate the town at the foot of the mountain." Huang Rong wrote and read aloud, her tone revealing the authority of the Beggars' Clan leader. "There is only one order. Follow and monitor any unfamiliar faces who speak with a Mongolian accent or have private dealings with Quanzhen Sect disciples. Note their whereabouts and find out their background. Remember, you are only allowed to observe, not to move. You must not alert them."

After writing, Huang Rong rolled up the silk, stuffed it into the bamboo tube, and retied it to the giant eagle's leg.

She patted the eagle's wings. The eagle flapped its wings and soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

"Rong'er, I'm truly impressed by your troop deployment skills." Yang Guo gave a thumbs up, his praise genuine. With this female strategist holding the rear, he only needed to charge forward. "With you here, I have nothing to worry about."

"Stop flattering me." Huang Rong glared at him, her tone stern yet tinged with affection. She knew this little thief's temperament all too well; if left unsupervised, who knew what trouble he'd cause. "These next few days, you'd better stay obediently in the Ancient Tomb and practice your skills. Without my permission, you're not allowed to step off the mountain."

Three days later.

Outside the ancient tomb, beside the stone table.

Several carrier pigeons landed one after another. Huang Rong opened the letter tube and spread the information inside, one sheet at a time, on the stone table. The more she read, the more her brows furrowed; the contents of the paper far exceeded her initial expectations.

Yang Guo sat to the side, toying with his teacup, watching Huang Rong's changing expressions, his heart pounding with anticipation.

"Any progress?" Yang Guo asked.

Huang Rong pointed to several slips of paper on the table, her face extremely solemn.

"All the information from the past three days has been compiled." Huang Rong pointed her finger at one of the slips of paper, so hard she almost pierced it. "All the clues ultimately point to one person."

"Who?"

"Zhao Zhijing".

Yang Guo's teacup froze in mid-air. His face was filled with disbelief, and the image of Zhao Zhijing being thrown down the mountain like a dead dog flashed through his mind.

"Zhao Zhijing? Wasn't he expelled from the sect after Wang Chuyi destroyed his Qi Sea?" Yang Guo slammed his teacup on the table, spilling tea. "That old bastard is so tough? Even with his Qi Sea destroyed, he can still cause trouble? He's like an unkillable cockroach."

"The eyes of a Beggars' Sect disciple wouldn't be mistaken." Huang Rong pushed the note in front of Yang Guo. She knew the Beggars' Sect's methods of gathering information; they would never make baseless accusations. "It's written very clearly on it. A brocade robe, a folding fan in hand, moving freely in and out of the Xinghua Village tavern in town. As if nothing had happened."

Yang Guo looked down at the letter, his brows furrowed. He cursed inwardly, thinking that if he had known this would happen, he should have personally delivered the final blow that day to eliminate any future trouble.

"That's not all," Huang Rong continued. "Among those who were having a secret meeting with Zhao Zhijing were several burly men. Although they tried to disguise themselves, the Beggars' Sect disciples recognized that the swords hanging at their waists were the standard type worn by the Mongol army. Moreover, the tavern that Yin Zhiping went to that night was the same Xinghua Village where Zhao Zhijing was staying."

Yang Guo stroked his chin, connecting these characters together.

"This is interesting," Yang Guo sneered. "Zhao Zhijing was driven down the mountain by the Quanzhen Sect and harbored resentment. Huo Du took him in, and then Huo Du used Zhao Zhijing to drag Yin Zhiping into the mess. These two were already at odds, but now, in order to deal with me, they've become brothers in misfortune."

Huang Rong crossed her arms and analyzed the situation.

"Huo Du's move is extremely risky, but also extremely brilliant." Huang Rong analyzed the opponent's scheme with clarity and logic. "Zhao Zhijing's reputation is already ruined. Huo Du is using him merely as a puppet. Yin Zhiping is Huo Du's real target. Yin Zhiping has a great reputation and is the chief disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. As long as we control Yin Zhiping, it is equivalent to controlling the future of the Quanzhen Sect."

"What is Zhao Zhijing after?" Yang Guo asked.

"Seeking revenge." Huang Rong sneered. "This kind of despicable person, once he falls into the mire, can't stand seeing others do well. He hates the Quanzhen Sect, but he hates you even more. He'd be willing to be a dog for the Mongols if it meant destroying the Quanzhen Sect."

Yang Guo stood up and cracked his wrists.

"What are these bastards up to? How are they planning to make their move at the Heavenly Arena?"

Huang Rong gathered the notes on the table and burned them to ashes on a fire tinderbox.

"Right now, the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, and we can't figure out their specific plans." Huang Rong looked at the ashes. "We can only have the Beggars' Sect disciples keep a close eye on Xinghua Village. If they make any unusual moves, report them immediately. You should practice your One-Finger Divine Skill to perfection these next few days. Once we're on the arena, no matter what underhanded tricks they try, we'll overpower them with sheer force."