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

At dawn, the stone gate of the Tomb of the Living Dead opened wide.

Yang Guo straightened his blue Taoist robe and hung a long sword at his waist.

Today is the opening day of the Quanzhen Sect's Heavenly Arena. He stroked his sword hilt, secretly pondering what posture he should adopt when he stepped onto the arena, and what words he should utter to impress everyone.

Huang Rong changed out of her provocative tight-fitting shorts and put on a slightly oversized light blue long robe, holding a bright green dog-beating stick in her hand.

She tied her long hair up high and secured it with a bamboo hairpin, exuding the aura of a superior who commands respect without anger.

Little Dragon Girl leaned against the stone wall, her long white dress trailing on the ground. She looked at Yang Guo and said softly, "Guo'er, those Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect love to spout hypocritical rules. If they have no shame and gang up on you when you go to the arena today, then retreat back to the Ancient Tomb. This lousy sect leader position is no better than this."

She spoke in a calm tone, but she was very concerned about Yang Guo's safety. All the power and fame outside were nothing compared to Yang Guo returning safely.

Li Mochou stood beside Xiaolongnu, arms crossed. She couldn't leave the Ancient Tomb; she had too many enemies outside, and without internal energy, going out would be suicide.

Seeing Yang Guo's spirited appearance, she felt a pang of jealousy, yet she still had to rely on this kid to turn things around.

"Junior Sister, your words lack backbone." Li Mochou looked at Yang Guo, her words ruthless. "Guo'er's martial arts have improved greatly. If those old Taoists dare to play dirty tricks, you should use your One-Finger Divine Skill to blind them. You must take over the foundation of the Quanzhen Sect. Don't forget what you promised me." She was betting everything on Yang Guo; if he won, she would have hope of getting revenge.

Yang Guo leaned closer to Li Mochou and teased in a low voice, "Don't worry, Technician Li. The first thing I'll do when I become the sect leader is issue a hero's invitation and help you capture all your enemies. You'll have to reward me well then. You need to practice that massage technique some more; it's too stiff."

He was trying to gain the upper hand verbally, but in reality, he was trying to appease the hot-tempered woman to prevent her from causing trouble in the ancient tomb.

Li Mochou turned her face away, too lazy to pay attention to this scoundrel. Her cheeks were burning, and she cursed the little brat for his unrestrained speech, yet she couldn't do anything about him.

Huang Rong coughed twice, interrupting Yang Guo's frivolous behavior. A hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes; this little rascal dared to flirt with another woman right in front of her, truly forgetting his lesson.

She glanced at the sky and calmly arranged, "The mountain is a mixed bag today. Since I've come to Zhongnan Mountain, if I don't enter through the main gate, it will make it seem like my Beggars' Sect is afraid of the Quanzhen Sect. You take the back mountain path, and I'll go up the main road to meet those old Taoist priests." She had already planned it out; she would put pressure on Yang Guo from the main gate, paving the way for him and preventing the Quanzhen Sect from playing any tricks openly.

Yang Guo nodded in agreement, praising, "It's Rong'er... cough, it's Chief Huang who's so thoughtful." He was about to call her Rong'er when Huang Rong gave him a look, so he quickly changed his mind. He couldn't just throw his wife's jealousy jar over indiscriminately.

Huang Rong glared at him, said no more, picked up the Dog-Beating Stick, used her lightness skill, and her figure transformed into a green shadow, rushing towards the main path of Zhongnan Mountain.

On the Zhongnan Mountain road, martial arts practitioners from all walks of life thronged together.

Yang Guo avoided the main road and chose to travel along the secluded paths in the back mountains. He used the "Snake-like Leaping and Fox-like Flipping" footwork to quickly weave through the trees.

The Yi Jin Jing and Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual allowed him to maintain a continuous flow of internal energy, enabling him to travel several miles without even breaking a sweat. As he walked, he regulated his breathing, feeling the pure Yang energy filling his meridians, giving him immense confidence.

Yang Guo stopped by a mountain spring halfway up the mountain. From the woods ahead came the sound of clashing weapons.

Yang Guo parted the bushes and peeked out. In the open space, three fourth-generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were besieging a woman in white.

The three Taoist priests' swordsmanship was chaotic and their moves were vulgar, targeting the woman's lower body while uttering foul language.

"Little vixen, what are you doing here in Zhongnan Mountain with your woes?" The leading Taoist priest grinned. "Why don't you come back to my room with me, and I'll give your lame leg a good massage."

The woman in white was extremely beautiful, but her brows revealed a fierce and menacing aura. She held a willow-leaf-shaped dagger in her hand, and her swordsmanship was incredibly fast, protecting her completely.

Yang Guo's gaze fell on the woman, and his old habit kicked in.

In his past life, he loved looking at beautiful women. This woman had a slender figure, a delicate waist, and especially long, shapely legs. However, she always landed on her left foot with a slight tiptoe, indicating that she was indeed lame.

His gaze lingered on the woman's heaving chest and taut waistline, marveling at the fact that such a stunning beauty could be found in this desolate wilderness.

"What a pity," Yang Guo muttered to himself. "If this leg weren't lame, she could definitely walk the runway in black stockings and high heels."

Although the woman's swordsmanship was swift, her legs were weak, and after a prolonged battle, her breathing became erratic. The leading Taoist priest seized an opening, thrusting his longsword straight at the woman's left knee. If this strike landed, the woman would be crippled on the spot.

Yang Guo couldn't stand it any longer. These scoundrels of the Quanzhen Sect had truly disgraced their patriarch, Chongyang. He pushed off with his feet and leaped out of the bushes.

He didn't want to meddle, but seeing his three fellow disciples acting so despicably, which tarnished the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect, especially since one of them was such a beautiful young woman.

The fingers arrive before the person.

Yang Guo pointed his right index finger into the air. The pure Yang energy of One Yang Finger burst forth from his body, transforming into a golden ray that struck the Taoist's sword spine.

With a crisp "clang," the steel longsword snapped in two. The Taoist priest's hand was ripped open, blood streaming down his face, and he staggered back several steps, clutching his wrist.

"Who goes there!" The other two Taoist priests were shocked and sheathed their swords and retreated.

Yang Guo landed steadily in front of the woman in white, put his hands behind his back, and adopted the demeanor of a Taoist master.

"When did the rules of the Quanzhen Sect change to bullying the disabled?" Yang Guo looked at the three Taoists, his words full of sarcasm. "Didn't your master teach you that if you're ugly, you shouldn't come out and embarrass yourself?" He despised such bullies the most, and his words went straight to their sore spot.

The three Taoist priests recognized Yang Guo's blue Taoist robe and, seeing his extremely high martial arts skills, dared not fight him head-on.

"You're also a disciple of Quanzhen? Mind your own business!" the leading Taoist priest shouted, his voice stern but his heart filled with fear.

Yang Guo, too lazy to waste words, took a step forward and unleashed a powerful backhand strike with the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm. The palm wind howled. The three Taoists had no chance to parry; they were struck by this powerful palm force and sent flying backward, crashing into the grass and groaning in pain.

"Get lost," Yang Guo uttered a single word.

The three Taoist priests scrambled away.

Yang Guo turned around and looked at the woman in white in front of him.

This woman was none other than Lu Wushuang, but Yang Guo had never seen her before and couldn't immediately guess who she was.

Lu Wushuang sheathed her willow-leaf dagger and looked at Yang Guo coldly, showing no gratitude whatsoever, but rather full of vigilance.

Yang Guo's eyes were restless, his gaze lingering between Lu Wushuang's chest and legs. His nature was hard to change; he always wanted to tease a beautiful woman.

He thought to himself, "This young lady has a wild temper and a good figure; it would be interesting to tease her."

"Young lady, I helped you out of injustice, and you didn't even say thank you?" Yang Guo grinned, his smile somewhat frivolous. "I'm the kind of person who doesn't expect anything in return for my kindness, but why are you looking at me like I'm a thief?"

Lu Wushuang hated it most when people stared at her legs. She was naturally sensitive and suspicious. When Yang Guo chased away the three Taoist priests, she assumed that he was also a lecherous man who coveted beauty.

Her chest heaved, her heart brimming with anger at being offended, and she felt as if all crows in the world were black.

"You filthy Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect, you're no different from them!" Lu Wushuang's eyebrows shot up as she cursed, "Where are you looking with those two thieving eyes of yours? Look again, and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Yang Guo chuckled. This little firecracker had quite the temper. Instead of toning it down, he took two steps forward, his gaze fixed intently on Lu Wushuang's left leg.

He deliberately provoked the girl, finding a unique charm in her angry demeanor.

"Girl, that's not fair. Just because you're pretty doesn't mean I can't look at you!" Yang Guo used the same tactics he used to argue with people online in his past life. "Your legs are pretty, but it's a pity you walk on uneven legs. What do you call that? You call it 'the beauty of uneven legs.' If you were to operate a waterwheel, you'd be a perfect fit, one side higher than the other."

Lu Wushuang turned pale with anger. She hated nothing more than having people make fun of her limp. This Taoist priest not only looked at it but also mocked her; it was utterly outrageous. Her hands and feet were ice-cold, and her anger surged to her head.

"You lecherous thief! Prepare to die!"

Lu Wushuang roared, her wrist flicking, and the willow-leaf scimitar transformed into a streak of silver light, aiming straight for Yang Guo's throat. Her strike was born of rage, swift and ruthless, a desperate act.

Yang Guo stepped on the positions indicated by the Eight Trigrams of Qimen Dunjia, and tilted his body to the left, barely avoiding the blade. He did not draw his sword, but simply pinched the back of the blade with two fingers.

He chuckled inwardly. Although the girl's swordsmanship was sharp, her internal strength was too shallow, and she couldn't hurt him at all.

"Young lady, resorting to knives and guns will only damage the harmony." Yang Guo exerted force with his fingers, and the penetrating power of his One-Finger Divine Skill traveled along the blade.

Lu Wushuang felt a numbness in her wrist, and the long sword almost slipped from her hand. She was shocked; the young Taoist's internal energy was so domineering.

Not to be outdone, she formed her left hand into a claw and struck Yang Guo's chest with a move called "Black Tiger Claws at the Heart." She thought to herself, "Even if it means both of us are seriously injured, I will not let this villain get away with it."

Yang Guo ducked low, using the "Snake-like Leap" movement technique, and slid past Lu Wushuang. As they passed each other, he unceremoniously pinched Lu Wushuang's slender waist.

It is soft to the touch and has excellent elasticity.

"Nice waist, but terrible temper." Yang Guo stood behind Lu Wushuang, dusting off his hands. He felt perfectly justified in taking advantage of her.

Lu Wushuang trembled as he pinched her waist, the warm touch of his fingers through her clothes sending shivers down her spine. She had always been self-conscious about her limp and was extremely sensitive to the gazes of others, let alone such intimate physical contact.

Her blood boiled; she, a virtuous woman, had been taken advantage of in public by this wicked Taoist priest.

"I'm going to kill you!" Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth, the hilt of her knife rattling in her grip. She turned and swung her knife again, the wind from the blade filled with a desperate stance.

Yang Guo nimbly dodged the attack and glanced up at the sky. The sun was already high in the sky. He calculated the time in his mind; the Tongtian Arena was about to begin, a crucial event concerning whether he could seize control of the Quanzhen Sect's foundation, and he absolutely could not afford to delay here.

Although he found it quite amusing to tease this fiery young woman, he simply didn't have time to get entangled with her right now. That old fox Yin Zhiping was incredibly cunning; he was probably already plotting something wicked on stage.

If he arrives too late and the foundation of the Quanzhen Sect falls into the hands of others, ruining everything, Huang Rong, that female strategist, will skin him alive. At that point, forget about getting close to him, she probably won't even let him in the door.

"Miss, I'm busy today. I'll spar with you another day." Yang Guo laughed loudly, touched the ground with his toes, and gathered his energy to unleash the Golden Goose Skill.

He leaped into the air like a large bird, soaring through the air before reaching the treetops. Before leaving, he savored the feeling in his hand for a moment, then sped off towards Chongyang Palace.

Lu Wushuang, knife in hand, watched Yang Guo's retreating figure with a mixture of anger and frustration, stamping her feet in frustration. The inconvenience in her left leg prevented her from giving chase; this scoundrel had taken advantage and then fled, clearly feeling guilty and afraid to confront her directly.

"You stinking Taoist priest! You can run away, but you can't hide! I'm going to gouge your eyes out today!" She cursed angrily at the air, her anger not only not subsiding, but burning even more fiercely.

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth, enduring the soreness in her left leg as she exerted force, and with a light breath, she chased after Yang Guo in the direction he had left.

She has a fiery temper and is stubborn; once she's made up her mind, nothing can change it. If she doesn't avenge this humiliation today and gouge out those thieving eyes, she won't be able to swallow this anger.

At this moment, in the square in front of Chongyang Palace.

The area around the Tongtian Arena was packed with martial arts practitioners from all walks of life. Horns blared and banners fluttered in the wind.

Apart from those in seclusion and those seriously injured, all seven masters of Quanzhen—Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, and Sun Bu'er—were present and seated at the very back of the arena. The old Taoist priests wore different expressions, but were all filled with worry about the day's events.

Among the crowd below the stage, Wang Qingchen and several fourth-generation disciples were diligently spreading rumors. With each word Wang Qingchen spoke, the spot in his chest where he had swallowed poison throbbed with pain. He swallowed hard, suppressing his fear, and could only grit his teeth and continue spreading rumors.

"Have you heard? Yang Guo practiced an evil skill that sucks people's life essence."

"No wonder his martial arts skills improved so rapidly; it turns out he went astray."

"If someone like that becomes the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, will there ever be peace in the Central Plains martial arts world?"

Just then, the welcoming boy shouted, "Chief Huang of the Beggars' Sect has arrived!"

The crisp announcement drowned out the surrounding noise, and the murmurs in the square instantly subsided. The crowd turned to catch a glimpse of this renowned female strategist.

Dressed in white and green, holding a jade-green dog-beating stick, Huang Rong walked calmly onto the viewing platform, surrounded by several Beggars' Sect disciples.

On the surface, she appeared dignified and graceful, exuding the aura of a powerful gang leader, but in reality, her gaze was already rapidly scanning the crowd, searching for the nemesis she both loved and hated.

Not seeing Yang Guo, she cursed inwardly, wondering where that little thief had gone off to fool around again.

"Master Ma, Master Qiu, it's been many years. You both still look as elegant as ever." Huang Rong bowed slightly, performing the greeting of a junior in the martial arts world, but her back was ramrod straight, and her words revealed the composure of a sect leader.

She understood that she was there to support Yang Guo, and she couldn't afford to be weak in the slightest.

Ma Yu, frail and weak, managed to rise and return the greeting from Huang Rong's strong voice, his lungs churning with labored breathing: "Chief Huang, your presence is an honor to Chongyang Palace. How has Hero Guo been lately?"

"Brother Jing is guarding Xiangyang and can't leave, so he specifically asked me to send my regards to everyone." Huang Rong used Guo Jing as a shield without changing her expression, concealing her selfish thoughts perfectly.

After Huang Rong took her seat, she casually glanced around the arena, then suddenly chuckled. Her laughter held a hint of probing, and a touch of protective assertiveness: "Speaking of which, besides attending the ceremony, I have a personal matter to discuss with you. Last year I entrusted Guo'er to the Quanzhen Sect, and a year has passed in the blink of an eye. I wonder how much he has improved under the tutelage of the Daoist masters? Why didn't he come out to pay his respects to me at today's Tongtian Arena?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qingchen and the others who were spreading rumors in the audience immediately fell silent.

Wang Qingchen shrank back. Huang Rong's words were clearly an endorsement of Yang Guo. He couldn't afford to offend the Beggars' Sect, so he quickly shut his mouth and hid deeper into the crowd.

Qiu Chuji's brows furrowed into a knot, and his face flushed.

Yang Guo was indeed outstanding, and he admired him greatly. However, although he was nominally the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, he had little say in many matters. Even if he wanted to promote Yang Guo, he was always constrained.

When Huang Rong asked him about it in public, he felt extremely embarrassed and sighed to cover it up, saying, "Well... Guo'er is a mischievous child; he's probably hiding somewhere slacking off."

"Oh? Is that so?" Huang Rong picked up her teacup, and while drinking tea, she glanced coldly at Yin Zhiping, who was not far away and pretending to be compassionate.

She held this hypocrite in utter contempt, and she kept a record of that divisive letter.

"Just now at the foot of the mountain, I heard someone say that Yang Guo has practiced some evil skill that sucks people's life essence, and that he is going to wreak havoc on the martial arts world. Master Qiu, Guo'er is a disciple of your Quanzhen Sect. If such self-destructive words came from Chongyang Palace, then Rong'er would have to question the Quanzhen Sect's family discipline."

Huang Rong's words were both debunking and attacking, every word hitting the nail on the head.

This not only solidified his status as Yang Guo's "elder" and allowed him to protect him legitimately, but also turned the tables on the Quanzhen Sect, directly pinning the blame for spreading rumors on them.

Yin Zhiping was maintaining his composure when Huang Rong's penetrating gaze swept over him, and he realized that all his secrets had been seen through. His mind went blank, and cold sweat uncontrollably broke out on his back, soaking his undergarments.

He gritted his teeth inwardly. All the schemes he had painstakingly prepared to use Yang Guo as a pawn seemed so clumsy and laughable in front of Huang Rong, the "female Zhuge Liang." As long as Huang Rong was there to oversee things, his underhanded methods would be rendered useless.

Sun Bu'er heard the sarcasm in Huang Rong's words and flew into a rage. She snorted and was about to slam her hand on the table when Wang Chu, who was next to her, quickly grabbed her wrist, signaling her not to act rashly.

"Chief Huang, you're exaggerating. Rumors are not to be believed." Ma Yu quickly stepped in to smooth things over. He coughed twice, making his chest ache, before he could barely suppress the commotion in the room.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from mid-air. A figure in cyan flew in from the direction of the back mountain, its movements graceful, like a large bird. It performed a somersault in the air with great flair and landed steadily in the center of the arena.

"Yang Guo, a disciple of Quanzhen, greets all the grandmasters and... Chief Huang!" Yang Guo's voice was loud and clear, full of energy.

Yang Guo held his longsword horizontally and bowed loudly towards the viewing platform.

He raised his head, his gaze meeting Huang Rong's without hesitation. Looking at her dignified attire, he couldn't help but recall her alluring appearance in that close-fitting dress. The corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed as he smiled, full of pride and joy.