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

The night breeze rustled through the treetops.

Yin Zhiping thrust his longsword straight down, the tip aimed at Lu Wushuang's lower abdomen. His eyes were filled with a crazed killing intent, wanting to vent all his hatred for Yang Guo on this woman who claimed to be carrying Yang Guo's child.

Lu Wushuang's legs went weak, and she collapsed beside the tree roots. She watched the gleaming sword approach, too weak to even dodge. She closed her eyes, awaiting the excruciating pain of the sword piercing her chest.

There was a crisp "clang" sound.

Sparks flew everywhere.

A sheathed longsword swept across from the side, striking Yin Zhiping precisely on the spine of his sword.

Yang Guo has arrived.

He used the Golden Goose Skill, leaping out from the bushes several feet away. While still in mid-air, he thrust out his long sword, still sheathed, using the "Slanting Wind and Drizzling Rain" move from the Chongyang Sword Technique to deflect Yin Zhiping's deadly strike.

The two forces of internal energy collided on the sword. Yin Zhiping, whose internal injuries were already flaring up, was jolted by this skillful force, causing his hand to go numb and the sword to nearly slip from his grasp. He staggered and took three steps back before regaining his footing.

Yang Guo landed steadily and stood in front of Lu Wushuang.

His left hand was still wrapped in a blood-soaked white cloth, his right hand held a long sword, and his back was ramrod straight. He didn't turn around, only glancing at Lu Wushuang, who was slumped on the ground, out of the corner of his eye.

"Are you alright?" Yang Guo asked casually.

Lu Wushuang opened her eyes and looked at the blue-clad figure blocking her way. She gasped for breath, trembling with relief at escaping death. She never imagined that the one who had saved her was this lecherous man she had been cursing for so long.

"I'm...I'm not dead," Lu Wushuang stammered, shrinking back as she braced herself with her hands on the ground.

Yin Zhiping regained his balance and raised his head.

He looked at Yang Guo's heroic rescue of the damsel in distress, then at Lu Wushuang's still-shaken expression. Lu Wushuang's words from earlier flashed through his mind, and everything made sense.

Yang Guo, that little thief, really cares about this cripple. If he didn't have something to hide, why would he chase after him so closely and even rush to save him?

Yin Zhiping's chest heaved, and a low, cold laugh escaped his throat.

"Sect Leader Yang, you've come at just the right time." Yin Zhiping gripped the sword hilt with both hands, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his facial muscles twitching with jealousy. "I thought you chased me down the mountain to clean up the sect. Turns out, you're here to protect your little lover."

Yang Guo frowned slightly, unable to understand what this old man was going on about.

He followed the footprints all the way here and finally managed to catch the man near the mass grave. He had no interest in listening to his nonsense.

"Old man, you're about to die, what nonsense are you spouting?" Yang Guo pointed his sheathed sword forward. "You betrayed your master and ancestors, and plotted against your fellow disciples. Today, I'll take your head back to pay tribute to Patriarch Chongyang."

Yin Zhiping completely ignored Yang Guo's threats. His mind was now filled with the sordid affairs between Yang Guo and these women.

"Keep pretending, keep pretending." Yin Zhiping took half a step forward, his tone extremely mocking. "You dare to do it but not admit it? You put on a respectable facade in this Quanzhen Sect, but behind the scenes you're doing all sorts of shady things, do you really think everyone in the world is blind?"

Yin Zhiping raised his left finger, pointing at Lu Wushuang who was hiding behind Yang Guo, and cursed through gritted teeth, "This girl just confessed everything! You relied on your superior martial arts to ruin her reputation. She's even pregnant with your child, yet you, for the sake of the sect leader's position, tried to kill her, even going so far as to force her to take an abortion! Yang Guo, your beastly behavior is a hundred times more despicable than mine, Yin Zhiping's!"

Yang Guo was stunned.

He picked at his ear, thinking he had misheard.

What innocence? What pregnancy? What abortion pills?

He turned his head and looked at Lu Wushuang sitting on the ground with suspicion.

When Lu Wushuang met Yang Guo's gaze, she was so frightened that she almost shrank into a ball. She covered her face with her hands, not daring to look at Yang Guo at all. Just now, in order to save her life, she had been spouting nonsense, portraying Yang Guo as a heinous lecher. Who knew that the real Yang Guo would appear at this critical moment.

If Yang Guo found out that she was spreading rumors about being pregnant with his child, given that lecherous man's temper, he'd skin her alive.

"You...you don't listen to his nonsense..." Lu Wushuang's voice was barely audible, and she was so guilty that she didn't even dare to lift her head.

Yang Guo's mind worked incredibly fast. In his previous life, he had been in the entertainment industry and had seen all sorts of messy scandals. Seeing Lu Wushuang's guilty look and combining it with Yin Zhiping's indignant tone, he understood everything.

To save her own life, the lame girl used him as a shield, fabricating a tragic drama of abandoning her wife and children.

Yang Guo cursed inwardly. Although he was lustful and a traitor to Cao Cao, he always believed in mutual consent. He had put effort into winning over Huang Rong, and his feelings for Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou were genuine. When had he ever done anything so despicable as to abandon someone after sex and force-feed them an abortifacient?

This girl spreads rumors without even thinking, directly trampling his reputation into a cesspool.

"Yin Zhiping, is your brain filled with shit?" Yang Guo turned around and retorted mercilessly, "You believe this girl's nonsense? I've always been upright and honest, and I've never laid a finger on her. Stop trying to pin this on me."

Yin Zhiping snorted coldly, refusing to listen to any explanation.

"Upright conduct and honest conduct? What a fine 'upright conduct and honest conduct'!" A hint of madness flashed in Yin Zhiping's eyes. He remembered the words he had heard on the cliff top, and his confidence grew even stronger.

"You even know about Master Guo..." Yin Zhiping was about to reveal Huang Rong's story.

When Yang Guo heard the words "Hero Guo," the hairs on his body stood on end. He knew what Yin Zhiping was going to say; the old man had indeed heard everything from the top of the cliff.

He must never be allowed to say this aloud!

Without uttering a single wasted word, Yang Guo exerted force with his feet, and shot out like an arrow.

Chongyang Sword Technique: One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones.

Yang Guo thrust his longsword, still sheathed, with unparalleled ferocity. Three sword shadows pierced Yin Zhiping's face, throat, and heart. He used all his strength in this move, holding nothing back, aiming only for a fatal blow to completely silence Yin Zhiping.

When Yin Zhiping saw Yang Guo suddenly attack, he knew he had hit a nerve.

He dared not be careless and quickly raised his sword to parry.

Two longswords were entangled in the night.

Although Yang Guo's Qi Sea was depleted, Huang Rong had just transferred true Qi to him, and his meridians were now unblocked. Relying on the exquisite movement techniques from the Nine Yin Manual, he circled around Yin Zhiping. He wielded the Chongyang Sword Technique with unparalleled skill, launching attack after attack, forcing Yin Zhiping to retreat repeatedly.

Yin Zhiping was severely injured internally and was only kept alive by the evil energy of the Blood Bodhi. He swung his sword to parry, only to feel waves of dense internal energy emanating from Yang Guo's sword, making his arm ache.

The two exchanged more than ten moves.

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Guo pressed his scabbard against the spine of Yin Zhiping's sword, using the force against him. He turned his body, his left hand forming a sword shape with two fingers, and struck Yin Zhiping's Tanzhong acupoint on his chest with a single strike.