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

Yang Guo stood in the center of the arena, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. His gaze swept over the Seven Masters of Quanzhen on the viewing platform, finally settling on Huang Rong's elegant and noble face.

He chuckled inwardly. The woman's blue dress had concealed much of her beauty, but the leader's imposing presence emanating from her only made him more aroused.

His mind involuntarily flashed back to the image of Huang Rong wearing that bikini under the shade of the tree yesterday.

The thin straps clung to her snow-white skin, accentuating her astonishing figure—enough to kill a man.

If I can untie those ribbons myself tonight, it would be worth it even if she beats me with a dog-beating stick.

Sun Bu'er was already seething with anger because the flaw in the formation had been exposed, and seeing this kid's behavior now made her furious. "Guo'er, you rebellious disciple, why don't you come forward and greet your grandmasters?"

Sun Bu'er slammed her hand on the table, her tone full of disgust. She couldn't stand Yang Guo's carefree and irresponsible manner, especially his eyes, which kept darting around and seemed to be staring at the women. He was nothing short of a street ruffian, lacking any of the decorum expected of a disciple of the Xuanmen sect.

Yang Guo pulled his wandering thoughts back and sighed inwardly.

These past few days, I've been repeatedly exploited by Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou, and a faint soreness is creeping up my lower back. The suffering of a man is truly like swallowing bitter herbs—unable to express his bitterness.

He secretly planned that once he got through today, he would definitely find some highly nourishing prescriptions to replenish his strength. However, he showed no sign of fatigue on his face, stepped forward, and performed a perfectly standard Quanzhen salute.

"Disciple Yang Guo greets all senior uncles." Yang Guo's voice was clear and resonant, carrying throughout the entire venue, ensuring that no one would suspect that he was just a hollow shell with a strong exterior but weak interior.

Yin Zhiping sat to the side, gripping the whisk tightly in his hand, his knuckles aching from the pressure.

As he looked at Yang Guo's handsome face, the dark red evil energy in his dantian began to surge restlessly, causing his internal organs to ache faintly.

He wished he could rush down right now and use his newly mastered poison skills to slit the little beast's throat, so he would never be able to laugh again.

But he knew he couldn't afford to break ties right now. As the chief disciple of Quanzhen, he had to maintain that sanctimonious facade and use the swords of the heroes of the world to kill.

Yin Zhiping forcefully suppressed his anger, stood up, and put on a gentle and kind smile.

"Guo'er, I am very pleased that you have come out of seclusion to participate in the competition." Yin Zhiping said in a calm tone, "It's just that there were some rumors circulating below the stage, saying that you acted strangely in the back mountain and ruined the reputation of the sect. I didn't believe it at first, but with all the heroes here today, you have to give an explanation."

These words, though seemingly compassionate, were actually putting Yang Guo in a very difficult position. The martial arts practitioners below the stage immediately began to whisper among themselves, with Wang Qingchen and his ilk jumping up and down in excitement.

Wang Qingchen, clutching his aching chest, fearing Yin Zhiping would think he had failed in his duty and had lost the antidote, shouted desperately through the crowd, "Confess! We must give an explanation! The Quanzhen Sect cannot tolerate such a wicked person!"

Yang Guo glanced sideways at Yin Zhiping. In his previous life, he was at least a movie star, but this old guy's ability to act out a role has really improved. He can act more convincingly than the real thing. It's a waste of his talent that he's not an actor.

Since you're going to act, let's have a go at acting.

Yang Guo's features fell, revealing an expression of immense injustice. His eyes even welled up with a perfectly timed redness, and his voice trembled slightly: "Master, what you say is true. The bitterness in my heart is thicker than the snow on Zhongnan Mountain. I've been so focused on studying Taoist arts that I can't even bear to sleep. How could I have time to listen to such idle talk? Besides, is being handsome a mistake? If being handsome could put food on the table, I'd probably be stuffed to death by now."

These extremely narcissistic remarks drew disdain from many disciples of prestigious sects in the audience, who felt that this Quanzhen disciple was simply a shameless oddball.

Just then, a sharp, angry shout came from behind the crowd: "You lecherous scoundrel! You wicked Taoist priest, I've finally caught you!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. Lu Wushuang, carrying a willow-leaf dagger, limped through the crowd. With each step she took with her left leg, the humiliation in her heart increased, the sensation of Yang Guo pinching her waist like a brand that would never be forgotten.

Her face flushed red, and she pointed at Yang Guo on the stage, cursing loudly.

"You shameless scoundrel! You took advantage of me and ran away, what kind of hero are you!"

The crowd erupted in uproar. Disciples from various sects whispered amongst themselves.

Wang Qingchen and the others, who were waiting for a chance to speak, were overjoyed to hear this. They immediately started shouting and making a fuss, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear them.

"Listen to this! Yang Guo has indeed practiced the evil art of absorbing yin to replenish yang!"

"They even prey on disabled girls; it's utterly depraved!"

Yin Zhiping lowered his eyelids, trying his best to hide the overwhelming joy in his eyes. He was just worried that his rumors lacked evidence, and this little vixen had delivered herself to his doorstep. It was truly a stroke of luck.

Yin Zhiping, holding a whisk, stepped forward from the crowd. His face was filled with sorrow, and even his shoulders slumped slightly as he let out a long sigh.

"Guo'er, you have disappointed me greatly." Yin Zhiping said with a pained expression, every word conveying his disappointment and frustration.

Looking at Yin Zhiping's behavior, Yang Guo felt a pang of nausea. This hypocrite never missed an opportunity to put him down.

"Master Yin, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. How have I disappointed you?" Yang Guo retorted, without the slightest hint of panic.

Yin Zhiping pointed at Lu Wushuang below the stage, dragging the matter into the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect. "This young lady publicly identified you. What else do you have to say? The Quanzhen Sect's century-old reputation is ruined by you today."

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth, raised her curved sword, and trembled with rage as she recalled the man's lewd words on the back mountain. "That scoundrel not only touched my waist, but also mocked me for being a cripple! He said something about 'the beauty of a crippled leg'! How could the Quanzhen Sect have such a foul-mouthed rogue!"

The crowd erupted in uproar. Disciples from prestigious sects, who valued their reputation above all else, drew their swords and began shouting insults.

"The Quanzhen Sect has produced such scoundrels!"

"Disqualify him from the competition! Throw him down the mountain!"

Qiu Chuji stood up, his face turning purple. He had been very optimistic about Yang Guo, hoping he would shine brightly today, but who knew he would cause such a disgraceful incident.

"Guo'er! What on earth has happened! If you have truly done such a despicable thing, this old Taoist priest will personally kill you today!"

Yang Guo casually picked at his ear, flicked the dust off his fingertips, and didn't take the whole scene seriously at all.

"Grandmaster, please calm down. This matter needs to be explained from the beginning." Yang Guo looked at Lu Wushuang, secretly chuckling to himself that this little firecracker really held a grudge. "Young lady, you should have a conscience. Just now in the back mountain, it was clearly three Quanzhen Sect Taoists who attacked you, using vulgar moves. I kindly intervened and broke their swords, saving your life. How can you turn around and blame me?"

Lu Wushuang was furious, her face flushed red to the roots of her neck. "You're talking nonsense! It's true you chased them away, but what did you do afterward? You dare to do it but not admit it?"

Yang Guo rubbed his nose, replying nonchalantly, "Girl, I was just praising you. Your temper is far too volatile. If I hadn't pulled you out of it, those three Taoist priests would have pierced your knees with their swords long ago. I was saving your life, and you're repaying kindness with enmity."

Yin Zhiping astutely seized the opportunity and took a step forward, determined not to give Yang Guo a chance to turn the tables.

"Guo'er, don't try to deny it. This girl is a complete stranger, why would she frame you? You must have been lustful and wanted to do something improper to her."

Yin Zhiping shook his head, his tone somber, yet his words were filled with righteous indignation: "Every disciple of the Quanzhen Sect strictly adheres to the sect's rules. How could anyone attack innocent women in the back mountains? To exonerate yourself, you fabricated lies and slandered your fellow disciples. How can someone of your character be worthy of standing on the Tongtian Arena?"

Yang Guo chuckled. This old fellow's skill at labeling people was truly exceptional; it was a shame he wasn't a censor.

"Master Yin, what you're saying is unreasonable. You're ignoring the facts and directly convicting me."

Yang Guo was quick-witted. "Even if we take a step back and assume the Quanzhen Sect has strict rules, does that mean there won't be a few scoundrels? There are all sorts of birds in a big forest. Can you guarantee that all three thousand disciples of the Quanzhen Sect are saints?"

Yin Zhiping was taken aback by this argument, feeling as if a fly was stuck in his throat. He hadn't expected Yang Guo to not only not beg for mercy in front of everyone, but also to be so quick-witted, stirring up trouble with just a few words.

"That's sophistry!" Sun Bu'er could no longer contain herself and slammed her hand on the table, rising to her feet. She drew her longsword, pointing it directly at Yang Guo.

"Since you say someone attacked her, then point them out! What are the names of those three people? Which generation of disciples are they?" Sun Bu'er shouted angrily, determined to nail Yang Guo down over this trivial matter.

Yang Guo spread his hands, striking an extremely shrewd pose. "Grandmaster Sun, I've been in seclusion in the Ancient Tomb for the past six months. I don't even know all the members of the Quanzhen Sect. Those three Taoist priests look so ugly, how am I supposed to know their names?"

Another burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Seeing that things were going wrong, Wang Qingchen quickly raised his voice to urge them on: "He's feeling guilty! He's stalling for time!"

Yin Zhiping turned around and faced the various sect leaders on the viewing platform. He bowed deeply, lowering his posture to the lowest possible level, but in his heart he was plotting to use the opinions of everyone to completely cripple Yang Guo.

"Fellow martial artists, it is a misfortune for our family to produce such a rebellious disciple. As the chief disciple of Quanzhen, I cannot shirk my responsibility." Yin Zhiping said, tears streaming down his face, even squeezing out a few drops from the corners of his eyes.

"Today's Tongtian Arena is a grand event to select a new sect leader. Yang Guo has acted immorally, defaming a fellow disciple and disrespecting a woman. I propose that Yang Guo be immediately expelled from the sect and handed over to this young lady for judgment. This will uphold the integrity of our Xuanmen sect!"

Yin Zhiping's words were forceful and carried great weight, clearly indicating his intention to kill Yang Guo.

These words were perfectly worded. He not only positioned himself on the moral high ground, making it seem like he was sacrificing his own family for the greater good, but also completely absolved himself of responsibility for the poor conduct of his followers.

The dispatched sect leaders, unaware of the details, all nodded in agreement.

"Master Yin is a man of great virtue and understanding!"

"What use is there in keeping such lecherous thieves alive!"

Yang Guo watched Yin Zhiping's energetic performance with a cold eye, and muttered to himself, "This old guy's acting skills would have won him an Oscar in my previous life. Even I, the Best Actor, would have to admit defeat in front of him."

Huang Rong sat on the viewing platform and watched the ceremony with a cold eye for a long time.

She knew all too well the hypocrite Yin Zhiping was, and seeing that the fire was about to spread to her own man, she couldn't possibly hold back her protective nature.

She toyed with the teacup lid in her hand, deliberately clinking it against the teacup to produce a crisp sound. Though the sound was not loud, it carried an extremely strong penetrating force, forcefully suppressing the surrounding noise.

"Master Yin, your speed in judging cases is even faster than that of the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review," Huang Rong said slowly, leaning forward slightly, exuding the imposing authority of a Beggar Clan leader.

Her tone was laced with undisguised mockery. "Based solely on this young lady's one-sided account, you're going to expel your disciple from the sect without even investigating. You're far too heartless as a master."

A thin layer of sweat seeped from Yin Zhiping's back, sticking stickily to his undershirt. He was most afraid of this female strategist getting involved; not only was she exceptionally intelligent, but the Beggars' Sect's power was also something he couldn't afford to offend.

"Chief Huang, it's not that I'm heartless. The facts are clear, and everyone can see them. I cannot tarnish the century-old reputation of the Quanzhen Sect just to protect my own." Yin Zhiping retorted, stubbornly clinging to the name of the Quanzhen Sect, attempting to use righteousness to suppress Huang Rong.

Huang Rong stood up, holding her dog-beating stick, and looked down at Yin Zhiping. She sneered inwardly, "You're still too green to play this game of using someone else to do your dirty work."

"The facts are both there? What facts?" Huang Rong retorted. "This young lady said that Guo'er touched her waist. Guo'er said that he chased away three Quanzhen disciples. Which of these two things has solid evidence?"

Lu Wushuang looked up. Her eyes were red.

"How could I, a woman of impeccable character, risk my reputation to frame him!" Lu Wushuang shouted.

Huang Rong glanced at Lu Wushuang. Her tone softened.

"Young lady, is there a dent on the back of your willow-leaf scimitar?" Huang Rong pointed at Lu Wushuang's weapon.

Lu Wushuang looked down. Sure enough, there was a fingerprint-like dent on the back of the blade. It was left by Yang Guo when he used his One-Finger Divine Skill to hold the blade.

"So what?" Lu Wushuang asked.

"The edges of this dent are smooth, which is the result of extremely high finger strength," Huang Rong said loudly. "If Guo'er really wanted to do something bad to you, with such skill, would you still be standing here complaining? The fact that he held back proves that he had no intention of killing you."

Huang Rong's gaze shifted downwards, pointing to Lu Wushuang's skirt.

"On the contrary, there are several neat sword marks on the hem of your skirt. There is a move in the Quanzhen Swordplay called 'Sweeping Snow to Find Plum Blossoms,' which is specifically designed to attack the lower body. These sword marks are left by the Quanzhen Swordplay." Huang Rong analyzed clearly.

The assembled heroes nodded in agreement.

"The title of 'Female Zhuge Liang' is truly well-deserved!"

"It seems this girl was indeed surrounded and attacked by Quanzhen disciples."

Huang Rong turned to look at Qiu Chuji.

"Master Qiu, all three thousand disciples of the Quanzhen Sect are on Zhongnan Mountain today. Just issue an order to have all fourth and fifth generation disciples extend their hands for inspection. Who has a cracked tiger's mouth, and who has a palm wound from the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm, will be known immediately," Huang Rong suggested.

She continued, "If we can't find out, I, Rong'er, will personally tie up Guo'er and hand him over to the Quanzhen Sect for punishment. If we do find out..."

Huang Rong paused in her speech. Her gaze was like a knife scraping across Yin Zhiping's face.

"If it's found out, Master Yin, how will you be punished for framing your disciple without distinguishing right from wrong?" Huang Rong questioned sharply.

The audience was silent.

Yin Zhiping's face twitched wildly. He had planned everything meticulously, but he hadn't expected Huang Rong to pull this stunt.

The disciples of the Quanzhen Sect are a mixed bag. If those three scoundrels are truly exposed, Yang Guo's reputation for righteousness will be solidified. His own righteous accusations will become a colossal joke.

The inspection must be stopped.

"Chief Huang, today is the Tongtian Arena Grand Competition," Yin Zhiping said, forcing a smile. "Heroes from all walks of life have gathered here. How can we mobilize such a large force to examine all the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect for such a trivial matter? Wouldn't that make the Quanzhen Sect a laughingstock to the world!"

"Investigate the facts thoroughly and cleanse the sect of its misdeeds. The world will only praise the Quanzhen Sect for its fair rewards and punishments," Huang Rong retorted. "To harbor filth and corruption is the greatest joke. Master Yin's obstruction is surely orchestrated by you; could it be that those three scoundrels were sent by you?"

The hat was placed on him way too high. Yin Zhiping was so frightened that his legs went weak.

"You're spouting nonsense!" Yin Zhiping shouted, losing his composure.

Qiu Chuji couldn't stand it any longer. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Enough!" Qiu Chuji roared. "Zhiping, step back! Chief Huang is right. This matter concerns the reputation of our Quanzhen Sect, and we must get to the bottom of it!"

Qiu Chuji summoned the Taoist priests from the Vinaya Academy.

"Pass down the order to seal off all mountain paths. All disciples below the third generation must assemble in the plaza, and their weapons and injuries will be checked one by one. Anyone who dares to disobey will be treated as a traitor!" Qiu Chuji issued the order.

Several disciplined Taoist priests accepted the order and left.

Wang Qingchen hid in the crowd. He was terrified.

He knew who those three fellow disciples who went to the back mountain to harass women were. They were his usual junior brothers who hung out with him. If they found out and traced it back to him, and then discovered he had spread rumors, he would be finished.

He hunched his shoulders and quietly backed away, trying to slip down the mountain.

Yang Guo stood on the arena. He took in the expressions of the crowd below.

He had sharp eyes and immediately noticed Wang Qingchen's furtive movements.

"Hey! You wearing a straw hat! Why are you running?" Yang Guo shouted, pointing at Wang Qingchen.

All eyes turned to that direction.

Wang Qingchen took off running. He used every ounce of strength he had.

Yang Guo touched the ground with his toes. He leaped off the arena.

He used the "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique in mid-air, landing steadily in front of Wang Qingchen. He blocked Wang Qingchen's path.

"Running so fast, are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?" Yang Guo grabbed Wang Qingchen by the collar.

He lifted Wang Qingchen up completely. The bamboo hat fell off, revealing Wang Qingchen's deathly pale face.

Yang Guo recognized the man.

"Who do we have here? Isn't this Senior Brother Wang, the disciple of that traitor Zhao Zhijing?" Yang Guo grinned. "Weren't you the one who led the commotion below the stage just now, accusing me of practicing evil arts?"

Yin Zhiping saw Wang Qingchen being arrested. His heart pounded.

This fool is hiding the secret of how he forced them to take poison. If Yang Guo forces him to reveal it, his collusion with Huo Du will be completely exposed.

We absolutely must not let this idiot open his mouth.