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

Inside the narrow stone cave, one was completely unguarded with his back to the other, who was intently exchanging breaths.

Such a gesture of completely entrusting one's back to another is something only the closest relatives who entrust their lives to each other would do in the martial arts world.

Although they teased each other in their conversation, their intimacy was so strong that anyone who saw it would be green with envy.

at the same time.

Deep in the dense forest behind Zhongnan Mountain, a gray figure, as if a ghost, moved among the treetops.

Yin Zhiping did not flee down the main road. His mind was extremely clear. Once the bell of Chongyang Palace rang, all three thousand disciples of the Quanzhen Sect would surely mobilize to seal off all the checkpoints and main roads leading down the mountain. He was currently in the initial stage of recovery from his major acupoint injuries, and his internal injuries were severe. Forcing his way through the checkpoints would be tantamount to walking into a trap.

He bit his tongue, and using the remaining violent and evil energy of the Blood Bodhi, he used the Golden Goose Skill to circle around the mountains and forests.

He first ran eastward for ten miles, leaving a trail of obvious bloody footprints, then turned back at a stream. He walked upstream on the stones in the stream, completely concealing his tracks, and then turned back, climbing towards the top of the cliff on the west side of Chongyang Palace.

This road was extremely treacherous; even farmers who gathered medicinal herbs dared not travel it on ordinary days. But Yin Zhiping had no other choice.

He had calculated that Yang Guo and the pursuers from the Discipline Hall would be led eastward by the false clues he had left behind, and that the cliff on the west side was precisely the weakest blind spot in the defense.

Once you cross this cliff top, you can follow an abandoned mountain path to the mass grave at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain and escape completely.

He gripped the sharp cracks in the rock with both hands, his ten fingers worn raw and bloody. The internal injury in his chest, caused by Yang Guo's One-Finger Divine Skill, throbbed with pain, and with each breath, his internal organs convulsed.

But he didn't stop.

"Yang Guo...you little devil who betrayed his master and ancestors!" Yin Zhiping cursed through gritted teeth as he climbed up. He placed all the blame on Yang Guo, using this excuse to sustain his will to live.

"Everything I have done is for the sake of the Quanzhen Sect's century-long foundation. If Patriarch Chongyang is watching from heaven, he will surely understand his disciple's predicament. Yang Guo is wicked and acts eccentrically, even resorting to despicable means such as forging letters to frame others. If such a vile person were to take control of Chongyang Palace, the entire Taoist community would surely be thrown into chaos."

Yin Zhiping pushed off with both feet and finally climbed to the top of the cliff.

He lay sprawled on the grass atop the cliff, like a dying wild dog, panting heavily. The night wind dried the cold sweat on his body, leaving him shivering.

He rested for about half an incense stick's time, and his strength recovered slightly. He sat up and prepared to walk down the cliff top.

Just then, a very faint voice drifted into his ears on the night breeze.

Yin Zhiping paused, then lay prone in the grass.

He held his breath, channeled his inner energy to his ears, and carefully discerned the source of the sound.

The sound was coming from below the cliff beneath his feet. There was a dense patch of vines at the bottom of the cliff, and the sound was coming from behind the vines.

"If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll immediately withdraw my inner energy..."

It was a woman's voice, clear and melodious, with a hint of anger.

Yin Zhiping's mind went blank for a moment; he recognized the voice. It was Huang Rong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect and Guo Jing's wife!

Immediately afterwards, a man's voice rang out, his tone full of smug, punchable laughter.

"Okay, you know, you head housekeeper."

This is Yang Guo!

Yin Zhiping stared wide-eyed at the vines beneath his feet. He never imagined that his painstakingly roundabout route would lead him right up to his pursuers.

He held his breath and slowly moved forward. Pushing aside the weeds blocking his way, he poked half his head out over the edge of the cliff and peered down.

He dared not get too close, fearing that the two men's internal energy would detect him. He only dared to prick up his ears and listen to the conversation below.

"Your dantian is severely damaged. I can only stabilize your injuries and relieve the soreness in your lower back..."

"Rong'er, your skill is truly amazing. The way you channel your inner energy is a hundred times more effective than that jade bed in the ancient tomb..."

As Yin Zhiping listened to these conversations, his dough twitched violently.

Is Huang Rong transferring internal energy to Yang Guo?

How is that possible!

Peach Blossom Island's internal skills are never passed on to outsiders. How could Huang Rong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect and Guo Jing's wife, be hiding in a cave in the middle of the night to transfer her internal energy to the new leader of the Quanzhen Sect?

Furthermore, what did Yang Guo call her? Rong'er?

How could a junior utter such an intimate term of address to a senior? If Guo Jing were to hear those two words, he would probably smash Yang Guo's skull with a single palm strike.

Yin Zhiping recalled the scene from two days ago outside Chongyang Palace, where Yang Guo so naturally removed the lantern tassels for Huang Rong. At the time, he thought it was absurd and assumed he was just imagining things.

But now, all the absurdities have a reasonable explanation.

There was something shady going on between these two!

Yin Zhiping felt his heart pounding wildly, and his breathing became rapid. He bit his sleeve tightly, afraid of making the slightest sound and alerting the people below.

He discovered a shocking scandal that was enough to shake the entire martial arts world of the Central Plains.

Yang Guo, you keep accusing me of colluding with the Mongols and betraying my sect. What kind of things have you done? You even dared to lay a hand on Guo Jing's wife! You are truly worse than a beast, a traitor to your master and ancestors!

Yin Zhiping's eyes gleamed with extreme excitement. He had thought he was at his wit's end and would have no choice but to flee to the Western Regions to seek refuge with Huo Du. But now, fate had handed him the sharpest knife.

If this matter is exposed, Yang Guo's reputation will be ruined sooner or later. He will lose his position as leader of the Quanzhen Sect. The Beggars' Sect will fall apart, and Guo Jing will become Yang Guo's enemy. The entire martial arts world of the Central Plains will regard Yang Guo as their public enemy.

Yin Zhiping lay motionless on the cliff top. He knew he couldn't alert the two men now. He would wait until they left before quietly slipping away.

The two people in the cave below were still talking and laughing in hushed tones. Yang Guo would occasionally utter a few raunchy words, while Huang Rong would retort with a mixture of reproach and anger.

Yin Zhiping listened to these lewd words and sneered inwardly.

Laugh all you want. Wait until the truth comes out, then we'll see how you two die.