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

The night wind rustled through the woods behind Zhongnan Mountain, blowing down a few withered leaves.

Yin Zhiping dragged Lu Wushuang backward step by step. He gripped his longsword in his right hand, the blade pressed firmly against Lu Wushuang's neck. The sharp blade cut through Lu Wushuang's fair skin, and blood flowed down the blade, staining her collar red.

Yang Guo, carrying his long sword, followed about three zhang away. He dared not press too hard, fearing that the old man might become desperate and actually slit Lu Wushuang's throat.

"Yang Guo, don't go any further." Yin Zhiping gasped for breath, his voice hoarse, filled with the madness of someone at their wit's end. "If you take another step, I'll have this lame girl beheaded. Don't you feel sorry for her? She's even carrying your child, are you willing to let her die?"

Lu Wushuang was being choked and couldn't breathe. She clung tightly to Yin Zhiping's arm, tears and snot streaming down her face. She was now filled with remorse. She shouldn't have made up that pregnancy lie to save her life. Now, even if it wasn't excrement, it was still excrement.

Yang Guo gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white. He stared at Yin Zhiping's sallow, distorted face, wishing he could stab ten transparent holes in it with his sword.

"Yin Zhiping, you traitor who betrayed your master and ancestors, using a woman as a shield, what kind of chief disciple of Quanzhen Sect do you think you are? If you have the guts, let her go and we'll fight one-on-one."

"A one-on-one duel? Why should I fight you?" Yin Zhiping sneered, his laughter particularly jarring in the darkness. "You've become the sect leader, enjoying boundless glory. I've become a traitor, fleeing for my life across the mountains. Now you're talking to me about rules? Let me tell you, today I'm not only leaving, I'm going to ruin your reputation!"

Yin Zhiping brought his mouth close to Lu Wushuang's ear, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Guo.

"You just asked me who you've slept with. I'll tell you now. You even went after Master Guo's wife. Huang Rong from Peach Blossom Island was transferring her inner energy to you in a cave in the middle of the night. You kept calling her 'Rong'er,' so affectionately. If Master Guo knew..."

Before the words were spoken, an extremely sharp whooshing sound came from the dark woods on the right.

A bright green bamboo stick came hurtling through the air. The tip of the stick carried a sharp internal force, aiming straight for Yin Zhiping's right wrist, which was gripping his sword.

Yin Zhiping was shocked. This internal energy was so profound and dense that it was something no ordinary master could produce. If he didn't dodge, his right hand holding the sword would surely be smashed. He couldn't continue speaking; with a flick of his wrist, the longsword was withdrawn from Lu Wushuang's neck, and he slashed horizontally at the bamboo stick.

"when!"

The sword blade clashed with the bamboo stick, producing a crisp sound. Yin Zhiping felt a numbness in his hand and half of his body go weak. Using the force of the recoil, he grabbed Lu Wushuang's collar with his left hand and staggered back five steps.

A moon-white figure gracefully descended from the treetop and stood steadily beside Yang Guo.

The newcomer was none other than Huang Rong. She carried a dog-beating stick in her hand, her face ashen. Her gaze swept over Yin Zhiping's face before finally settling on Lu Wushuang, who was being held hostage.

Yin Zhiping saw Huang Rong's face clearly, was stunned for a moment, and then threw his head back and laughed loudly. He laughed extremely wildly, ignoring the internal injuries in his chest, and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.

"Madam Guo! You've come at just the right time!" Yin Zhiping hid behind Lu Wushuang, placing his long sword back against her neck. "In the middle of the night, instead of being a wife and mother in Xiangyang, Madam Guo has come to this mass grave in the back of Zhongnan Mountain. Could it be that you've come to help your good nephew kill someone to cover his tracks?"

Huang Rong did not respond. She gripped the middle of the Dog-Beating Stick with her right hand, her left hand behind her back, and secretly circulated the authentic internal energy of Peach Blossom Island within her body.

Seeing that Huang Rong ignored him, Yin Zhiping assumed she had been hit where it hurt, and a morbid sense of pleasure welled up inside him. He decided to muddy the waters completely, using words to disgust the man and woman, thus buying himself a chance to escape.

"Madam Guo, you've always prided yourself on your intelligence, your reputation as a female strategist resounding throughout the land. But do you know that you've been deceived by this little beast beside you!" Yin Zhiping pointed at Yang Guo with his left hand, his tone dripping with mockery. "You think he's devoted to you? You think those sweet words he whispered to you in the cave were true?"

Huang Rong frowned slightly and turned her gaze to Yin Zhiping.

Seeing that Huang Rong had reacted, Yin Zhiping became even more smug. He forcefully tugged at Lu Wushuang's hair, causing Lu Wushuang to scream in pain.

"Look at this girl!" Yin Zhiping shouted, as if afraid Huang Rong wouldn't hear him. "This girl just confessed to me herself. She was defiled by that lecherous Yang Guo, and she's even pregnant! That little beast Yang Guo, to secure his position as the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, fearing this shameful affair would be exposed, actually sent people to hunt her down and force-feed her an abortifacient!"

As soon as he said that, even the wind around them stopped.

Huang Rong turned her head and stared intently at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine, and a layer of white sweat broke out on his back. He feared nothing in the world except Huang Rong's jealousy. This woman was usually dignified and generous, but once she started bringing up old grievances, her methods were more ruthless than anyone else's.

"Rong'er, don't listen to his nonsense!" Yang Guo stamped his feet in exasperation, waving his hands repeatedly. "I don't even know this girl's name. I swear, I haven't even touched a hair on her head! This old bastard is spewing filth; he's just trying to sow discord!"

Lu Wushuang was being held by the hair by Yin Zhiping, with a sword pressed against her neck. Upon hearing Yang Guo's words, she was so frightened that she forgot all about crying and quickly tried to explain.

"Madam Guo, please see the truth!" Lu Wushuang cried until her voice was hoarse. "I was being chased by him and had nowhere else to run, so I deliberately made up stories about Yang Guo. I thought that if I cursed him badly, this Taoist priest would let me go. I'm not pregnant at all, and I haven't even held a man's hand!"

Huang Rong sized up Lu Wushuang. The girl was pretty, and although she had a limp, her fiery temper was unusual. Huang Rong, having seen countless people, could tell at a glance that Lu Wushuang was still a virgin, with no blood relation whatsoever.

She knew in her heart that this was a lie Lu Wushuang told to save her life. But for Yin Zhiping to say it to her face was clearly meant to disgust her.

Huang Rong suppressed her jealousy and turned her anger towards Yin Zhiping.

"Yin Zhiping, you are the head disciple of the third generation of the Quanzhen Sect, and a grand-disciple of Patriarch Chongyang. When you are about to die, you actually use a defenseless woman as a shield, and spew out filthy language." Huang Rong's tone was calm, but every word was piercing. "Your behavior is worse than that of a street thug. You have completely disgraced the Quanzhen Sect."

Yin Zhiping was scolded until his face turned purple. He valued his reputation above all else and hated it most when people criticized his morality.

"I'm despicable? I'm shameful?" Yin Zhiping gritted his teeth and retorted, "Madam Guo, what right do you have to lecture me? You gave Yang Guo your inner energy in the cave, you let him hold your waist, you listened to his vulgar talk about male thieves and female prostitutes. What you did could possibly be considered respectable? If Master Guo knew that his beloved wife was a shameless harlot behind his back, wouldn't he be so angry he'd vomit blood and die?"