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

The night wind rustled through the dense forests of Zhongnan Mountain.

Yang Guo stepped over the fallen branches and leaves, following the trail of blood left in the grass. The white cloth wrapped around his left hand had seeped dark red, and he carried a long sword in his right hand, using the moonlight filtering through the tree canopy to find his way.

He walked hurriedly, but his legs wouldn't obey him. He had forcibly activated sixteen years of internal energy at the Tongtian Arena, and then consecutively used the Chongyang Sword Technique and the One-Yang Finger, leaving his Qi Sea completely empty. Even worse was his lower back. During those days in the Ancient Tomb, the two women, Sister Long and Li Mochou, had taken turns exploiting him, forcing him to "pay his dues" too frequently, leaving his foundation utterly depleted.

He gasped for breath, his feet felt unsteady, and his steps were completely erratic.

Ahead lay a narrow path along a steep cliff. To the right was a bottomless abyss, and to the left, a moss-covered rock face.

Yang Guo's right foot landed on a moss-covered protruding rock. He slipped, lost his balance, and plunged straight down the cliff to his right.

Huang Rong had been following Yang Guo less than three feet behind. With her keen eyesight, she had already noticed that her nemesis was exhausted. Seeing him sway, Huang Rong reached out with her right hand, her five fingers precisely gripping the back of Yang Guo's collar. She gathered her strength and swung her arm back.

Yang Guo was pulled back by this clever force and crashed heavily into the stone wall on the left.

Huang Rong freed her left hand and parted the dense vines hanging from the stone wall. Behind the vines, a natural crevice appeared, just large enough for two people to squeeze through sideways. Without a word, she grabbed Yang Guo by the collar and half-dragged, half-pulled him into the cave.

The cave was small, and the two stood facing each other, their breaths mingling.

Yang Guo leaned against the stone wall, panting heavily. His chest heaved violently, and cold sweat streamed down his face, dripping onto his blue Taoist robe.

Huang Rong loosened his collar and looked him over in his disheveled state. Her gaze fell on the bandage on Yang Guo's left hand, where the bloodstains had spread further.

She could no longer suppress the pent-up anger within her.

"Are you out of your mind?" Huang Rong whispered, gritting her teeth as she berated him, her tone filled with exasperated frustration. "Your Qi Sea is completely empty, your steps are weak, you can't even stand steadily. Do you think you're made of iron? That Yin Zhiping took some evil pill, his dying counterattack was incredibly powerful. You, with your empty shell, chasing after him, are you going to clean up his own mess, or are you going to your death?"

Yang Guo chuckled twice, leaned his longsword against the stone wall, and rested his right hand on his knee.

"Rong'er, I'm just afraid that old bastard will run away. Letting a tiger return to the mountain will bring endless trouble."

"Don't try to fool me with those high-sounding principles." Huang Rong took a half-step forward, their toes almost touching. She raised her hand, her index finger poking Yang Guo's chest. "When you were making a big splash at the Tongtian Arena, why didn't you think about your own body? I saw it clearly from below the stage; your legs were practically wobbling. What on earth were you messing around with in the Ancient Tomb? Were you cheating on me? Were those two vixens so good that they drained you into this inhuman, ghostly state?"

Huang Rong grew angrier and angrier, her jealousy surging. She, the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect, had traveled a thousand miles to Zhongnan Mountain for this petty thief, paving the way for him and forging documents for him. And what did this nemesis do? He was utterly incompetent, lacking even the strength to fight. How could she not be furious?

Yang Guo's true colors were exposed, and he felt ashamed. This man's sore spot had been laid bare, and he couldn't bear to lose face.

But this must never be admitted!

"Rong'er, you're wronging me," Yang Guo straightened up, shamelessly arguing, "I was diligently cultivating day and night in the Ancient Tomb. I didn't do anything reckless. If I hadn't been cultivating day and night, could I have defeated Yin Zhiping yesterday?"

Huang Rong scoffed, completely unmoved by his act.

"Ascetic training? So as to be unable to straighten your lower back?" Huang Rong's gaze shifted downwards, landing on his belt, her tone extremely mocking. "Your mouth can talk the dead back to life. If you were truly capable, how come you were barely able to walk just now, almost falling off a cliff to be fed to the wolves?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Yang Guo decided to go all out. He leaned forward, his nose almost touching Huang Rong's. The night breeze blew into the cave, carrying Huang Rong's faint peach blossom scent, which went straight into his nostrils.

"Rong'er, you came out with me just to scold me?" Yang Guo lowered his voice, his tone becoming flippant. "I think you're just jealous. No matter how good the Ancient Tomb is, it can't compare to how warm and caring you are, Rong'er. If you were really angry with me, why did you pull me up just now? You could have let me fall and die."

Huang Rong was so angry at his shameless behavior that she wanted to hit him, but she couldn't bear to really hit him hard. In the end, she only slapped him on the shoulder.

"You heartless little thief, I should have just given up on you."

Yang Guo seized her wrist and rubbed his thumb against the smooth back of her hand.

"You can't bear to part with it." Yang Guo grinned, his smile extremely irritating. "Besides, whether my body is weak or not, others may not know, but Rong'er, don't you know? Why don't we check the cards right now?"

Huang Rong was stunned for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing in surprise.

"Check license plate? Check what license plate?"

Yang Guo chuckled, his gaze brazenly sliding down Huang Rong's neckline, lingering for a moment on her high breasts, then following her slender waist to the curves of her rounded hips.

Yang Guo was full of nonsense. "Rong'er, your assets are the best in the world. Your figure and waist are making me dizzy. I have to check them myself to see if they've shrunk in the past few days."

Huang Rong understood the hidden meaning in his words, her ears burning instantly, and her cheeks flushing red. She, the dignified leader of the Huang Gang, was respected wherever she went, yet this little thief dared to hurl such vulgarities at her. Yet, far from being disgusted, she felt a secret delight stirring within her.

"Pah! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth." Huang Rong spat, forcefully pulling her wrist back. "Even with your current state, your mind is still filled with such filthy thoughts of male thievery and female prostitution. Turn around!"

Yang Guo understood what she was going to do, so he obediently turned around and faced away from Huang Rong.

"Take off your outer robe," Huang Rong said in a commanding tone.

Yang Guo untied the belt of his Taoist robe with one hand, pulled down half of the blue outer robe, revealing the white inner garment soaked with sweat underneath.

Huang Rong took a deep breath and circulated the authentic internal energy of Peach Blossom Island. She raised her hands, pushed her palms flat, and placed them firmly on Yang Guo's Mingmen and Shenshu acupoints on his waist.

Two streams of rich and gentle true energy flowed out from his palms and continuously entered Yang Guo's body.

Yang Guo felt an extremely comfortable warmth coming from his lower back. The soreness and weakness he had felt were instantly relieved by this surge of internal energy. He groaned in pleasure, feeling as if his bones were melting.

"Rong'er, your skills are truly amazing." Yang Guo closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation, but still couldn't hold back his words. "The way you transfer this internal energy is a hundred times more effective than that jade bed in the Ancient Tomb. Not only are your hands smooth to the touch, but they're also incredibly attentive to your man. You should just quit being that damn Beggar Clan leader and stay in Zhongnan Mountain as my personal maid. Every night you can massage my back like this, and I guarantee I'll fatten you up nicely."

Huang Rong was so angry she laughed. She deliberately increased the force of the true energy she exhaled from her palm by three points, causing Yang Guo's meridians to ache.

"If you spout any more nonsense, I'll immediately withdraw my inner energy, causing your meridians to flow backward and turning you into a cripple." Huang Rong spoke harshly, but the inner energy in her palm continued to flow continuously, meticulously smoothing out his blocked meridians. "Your Qi Sea is severely damaged. I can only stabilize your injuries and relieve the soreness in your lower back. To fully recover, you'll have to rely on yourself to slowly regulate it by circulating the Nine Yin Manual."

"I know, you head housekeeper," Yang Guo replied with a grin.