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

Lu Wushuang turned and walked to the table, pouring herself another cup of tea. She turned away from Yang Guo.

Yang Guo's gaze fell on her back. The gray Taoist robe clung to her body, outlining the curves of her waist. Her waist was extremely slender, so thin it could be grasped in one hand, without a trace of excess fat. Following her slender waist downwards, there was a rounded and pert curve. The hem of the robe revealed a section of her calves, her legs straight and long.

Yang Guo stroked his chin. Those legs were truly stunning. Of all the women he'd ever seen, only Xiaolongnu's legs could rival hers. It was a pity her left leg was slightly lame, causing an uneven gait that marred the overall beauty. However, this imperfection added a unique charm, making one want to tease her mercilessly.

Lu Wushuang returned carrying a freshly poured cup of tea.

"Holding the cup in both hands," Yang Guo said, sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed.

Lu Wushuang released her left hand from her collar and held the teacup with both hands.

"Put it to my chest. Look down, eyes on the ground, don't look directly at me," Yang Guo continued to give orders.

Lu Wushuang held the teacup with both hands and offered it to Yang Guo. She lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the blue bricks on the ground. Her hands were trembling slightly.

She was the eldest daughter of the Lu family manor, pampered since childhood. Now, however, she was forced to serve tea and water like the lowest servant, subjected to this man's wanton humiliation and harassment. She felt her dignity being trampled underfoot by Yang Guo.

But she couldn't resist. Last night, she witnessed Yin Zhiping's body being buried. She wanted to live, she wanted to learn martial arts, she wanted to take revenge on Li Mochou. She could only swallow all the humiliation.

Yang Guo felt extremely comfortable seeing Lu Wushuang's submissive demeanor. He reached out and took the teacup, drinking it all in one gulp. Although it was still bitter, he drank it with relish.

"Alright. Go wash your clothes. Then come with me to the main hall." Yang Guo threw back the covers and got out of bed.

Half an hour later.

Yang Guo was dressed neatly in the blue Taoist robe of the Quanzhen Sect leader, his hair tied up meticulously. He walked out of the courtyard gate, and Lu Wushuang followed three steps behind him with her head down.

Yang Guo walked very slowly. He felt aches in his back and legs. His dantian was empty, without a trace of internal energy to support him. A few days ago, he had been repeatedly exploited by Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou in the Ancient Tomb, and yesterday he had fought a series of battles, followed by a life-or-death struggle with Yin Zhiping. His body was now extremely weak.

He made sure to maintain his balance with every step, never letting anyone see that his steps were unsteady. He had to maintain the authority of the sect leader.

The two walked one after the other to the main hall in the front courtyard.

The main hall was already packed with people. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were absent; today was the first time the newly appointed leader had formally presided over daily sect affairs. Forty or fifty third-generation disciples stood on either side of the hall, all core members of the Quanzhen Sect.

As Yang Guo entered the main hall, all eyes immediately turned to him.

Yang Guo, expressionless, strode steadily to the grand chair at the very front of the hall. Without pausing, he plopped down in it. He leaned back, hands on the armrests, resolutely refusing to stand.

Lu Wushuang, carrying a teapot, walked to Yang Guo's side with her head down. She picked up an empty cup from the table and filled it with tea for Yang Guo. Then, she folded her hands in front of her, lowered her head, and acted completely like a personal maid.

A series of soft whispers instantly filled the hall.

The Quanzhen Sect is a place of quiet cultivation, with Taoist priests filling the mountains, and female guests are rarely seen. Now, on the first meeting of the new sect leader, a young and beautiful girl was following behind him. Moreover, although this girl was wearing a Taoist robe, her face was delicate and her figure was exquisite, making her stand out among the group of dusty Taoist priests.

The disciples' gazes varied. Some were curious, some were surprised, and some were disdainful and contemptuous.

Yang Guo ignored these stares. He raised his right hand and slammed it hard on the table.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed through the hall, and the whispers immediately ceased.

Yang Guo used the sound of slamming his hand on the table to mask his weakness and lack of energy. He sat in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the room, his voice deep and powerful.

"Issue my order, Master. All disciples searching the mountain must immediately withdraw. That traitor Yin Zhiping has already escaped down the mountain; there's no need to search for him anymore."

Yang Guo paused for a moment, then continued to issue orders: "Immediately issue arrest warrants to all branches of the Daoist sects throughout the land. Issue a warrant for the arrest of Yin Zhiping, the traitor of the Quanzhen Sect. If his whereabouts are discovered, report it to Chongyang Palace immediately. Anyone who dares to harbor him will be punished the same as the traitor."

The disciples inside the main hall responded in unison.

Having given the order, Yang Guo picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. He was ready to end the meeting for the day. His current physical condition was really not suitable for sitting here for an extended period.

Just then, a tall Taoist priest stepped out from the crowd.

This man, named Zhao Zhiyuan, was one of the most outstanding disciples of the third generation. He had always been by Yin Zhiping's side and was Yin Zhiping's loyal confidant. With Yin Zhiping's downfall, he lost his patron and was filled with hostility and resentment towards Yang Guo, the suddenly emerging leader.

Zhao Zhiyuan walked to the center of the hall without bowing. He raised his head and stared at Yang Guo, who was sitting in the main seat, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Then, Zhao Zhiyuan's gaze passed over Yang Guo and landed on Lu Wushuang behind him. He looked Lu Wushuang up and down, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Zhiyuan deliberately raised his voice, making it sound particularly jarring in the hall.

"The new sect leader is certainly in high spirits. On his very first day in office, he's already bringing girls to his own courtyard," Zhao Zhiyuan said sarcastically, his tone full of undisguised contempt.

"Our Quanzhen Sect has been a place of pure cultivation for centuries, with rules established by Patriarch Chongyang. Now, the sect leader is leading the way in keeping women. This Quanzhen Sect has probably gone awry."

The hall fell silent. Everyone held their breath, and no one dared to speak.

Lu Wushuang stood behind Yang Guo, her hands clenching tightly. She was humiliated in public by being called a "kept woman," and she trembled with anger, her eyes instantly reddening. She wanted to retort, but dared not utter a sound.

Yang Guo's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

He raised his eyelids, his gaze icy as he stared at Zhao Zhiyuan, who stood in the center of the hall. His eyes were like those of someone looking at a dead man.