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

Yang Guo looked at Zhao Zhiyuan without speaking. His face remained calm, but a chill ran through his heart. He could feel the weakness in his dantian, a constant reminder that he was now just an empty shell.

Faced with Zhao Zhiyuan's provocation, he lightly rubbed his cuff with his fingertips, weighing whether to establish his authority now or to suppress him first.

The main hall was unusually quiet.

Zhao Zhiyuan stood in the center of the main hall, exuding an air of fearlessness. Behind him stood two third-generation disciples, Liu Zhitong and Zhou Zhiyuan, both of whom were very close to Yin Zhiping. With Yin Zhiping's downfall, these men harbored a deep resentment, believing that Yang Guo had used some kind of sorcery to seize power.

Seeing that the new sect leader brought in a young woman on his first day, Zhao Zhiyuan felt that this was a handle handed to him by God. If he didn't take advantage of the opportunity, he was afraid he would never have another chance.

Yang Guo picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip. The slightly bitter tea slid down his throat, making him a little more awake.

He placed the teacup back on the table with a soft click. Then he raised his eyelids, looked at Zhao Zhiyuan, and spoke in an extremely flat tone.

"Are you finished speaking?"

Zhao Zhiyuan snorted coldly, but felt a slight unease at Yang Guo's overly calm gaze. He immediately straightened his neck: "What I said is the truth. If the leader of the Quanzhen Sect doesn't uphold the rules, what will happen to the rest of the sect?"

Yang Guo didn't respond. He turned to look at Lu Wushuang standing beside him.

Lu Wushuang lowered her head, her hands clasped in front of her, her face expressionless. But Yang Guo noticed that her fingertips were trembling slightly, a sign that she was trying her best to suppress her anger.

Yang Guo sighed inwardly. This girl had a fiery temper, and the injustice she was suffering here was all because of him.

"Alright. That concludes today's meeting." Yang Guo stood up and patted the wrinkles on his Taoist robe.

He felt a wave of dizziness and had to pat his clothes to steady himself. "I've already explained the duties to everyone in each hall and courtyard. Do as instructed. Dismissed."

He did not respond to Zhao Zhiyuan's provocation. It wasn't that he was afraid of him; Yang Guo knew that the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were definitely watching from the shadows. His foundation was still shallow, and if he were to argue with a third-generation disciple in the main hall like a shrew, it would only make him appear petty and unfit for his position.

Yang Guo turned and walked away. As he passed Lu Wushuang, he noticed her tense body and whispered, "Follow me."

Lu Wushuang picked up the teapot, lowered her head, and followed. With each step she took, her lame leg ached slightly, and her heart was in turmoil. She hated Zhao Zhiyuan for his foul mouth and was also annoyed by Yang Guo's cowardly behavior at this moment.

The two figures disappeared through the back door of the main hall.

Zhao Zhiyuan stood there, his face ashen. He had thought that by publicly confronting Yang Guo, he could at least force Yang Guo to say something in his defense, and once Yang Guo opened his mouth, he could take the opportunity to escalate the situation.

As a result, Yang Guo completely ignored him. This feeling of being utterly disregarded was even more infuriating than being contradicted to his face.

Liu Zhitong leaned closer and whispered, "Senior Brother Zhao, he's feeling guilty and doesn't dare to answer."

Zhao Zhiyuan stared at the back door, his fingers clenching so tightly they cracked. He didn't dare to attack Yang Guo directly, but his burning anger needed an outlet.

"Whether he feels guilty or not, I don't know. But I'm going to teach that lame girl a lesson," Zhao Zhiyuan said through gritted teeth, a sinister glint in his eyes.

The meeting ended, and everyone dispersed.

Yang Guo led Lu Wushuang back to the sect leader's courtyard. He entered the study, sat down behind the large desk, and began to review the documents on it. These were accounts from various Taoist temples of the Quanzhen Sect, as well as letters of cooperation from the Beggars' Sect. He forced himself to calm down; now that he had lost all his internal energy, only by firmly grasping power and information within the sect could he truly establish himself.

After observing for an hour, Yang Guo touched his stomach. Waves of weakness and hunger washed over him, making him somewhat irritable.

He turned to look at Lu Wushuang, who was standing by the door. The girl had been silent since earlier, clearly still angry. "Go to the kitchen and get something to eat," Yang Guo instructed, trying to keep his tone casual. "Get some meat, some good vegetables; I need to nourish myself."

Lu Wushuang glared at him, finally finding an outlet for her anger: "What kind of meat do Taoists eat? Aren't you afraid that Patriarch Chongyang will crawl out of his coffin and come after you?"

Yang Guo leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and tried to hide his exhaustion: "I'm the sect leader, what I say goes. If I tell you to go, then go. Stop talking nonsense. If you're lame and walk slowly, then get going sooner rather than later, don't dawdle."

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth in anger, but she knew that this bastard was deliberately provoking her. She snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Lu Wushuang walked into the main kitchen. The kitchen manager saw that she was a close attendant of the sect leader. Although she was a stranger, he did not dare to neglect her and quickly prepared several good dishes, and even specially cut a large plate of cooked beef.

Looking at the plate of meat, Lu Wushuang thought to herself that even after becoming a Taoist priest, Yang Guo couldn't change his rascal nature; he was quite capable, after all.

She was carrying the tray back, mentally planning how to tease him later. As she passed through the back corridor, three people came out and blocked her way.

The leader was Zhao Zhiyuan. Having suffered a humiliation in the main hall, Zhao Zhiyuan grew increasingly angry upon returning home. He was leading his men to the backyard to vent their frustration when they unexpectedly encountered Lu Wushuang, who was alone. Looking at Lu Wushuang's delicate yet stubborn face, a surge of malice instantly welled up within him.

Zhao Zhiyuan stepped forward and blocked the road.

Lu Wushuang stopped in her tracks, her eyes turning cold: "Get out of the way."

Zhao Zhiyuan glanced at the tray in her hands, and when he saw the plate of beef, he sneered, "The Quanzhen Sect's sacred place of cultivation has actually changed its rules to serve meat. What a fine rule this sect leader has set. You lame girl, you're quite attentive in serving people. Perhaps your sweet voice from cheering at the Tongtian Arena caught the sect leader's eye?"

Lu Wushuang's fingers turned white from the force of holding the tray. She hated nothing more than people talking about her legs, and Zhao Zhiyuan's frivolous gaze felt like needles pricking her.

"A good dog doesn't block the way. Get out of the way." Lu Wushuang squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

When Zhao Zhiyuan saw that she still dared to talk back, his face darkened completely. He felt that it was one thing to be unable to hold his head up in front of Yang Guo, but was he really incapable of even treating a crippled girl? He took a step forward and directly reached out and forcefully overturned the tray that Lu Wushuang was holding.

The wooden tray crashed to the ground with a thud, spilling food everywhere. Soup splattered onto Lu Wushuang's shoes, and the plate of beef she had specifically asked for extra cuts rolled into the dirt, covered in dust.

Lu Wushuang's last shred of reason crumbled instantly. Back in Lu Family Manor, she was a pampered young lady, and although she suffered under Li Mochou's tutelage, she had also learned a ruthless streak. Without a second thought, she swung her hand and slapped Zhao Zhiyuan across the face.

But she forgot that she was now not only physically disabled, but also lacked internal strength.

Zhao Zhiyuan was a skilled disciple of the third generation of the Quanzhen Sect, far surpassing Lu Wushuang in martial arts. He sneered, easily raising his hand to grab Lu Wushuang's wrist and twisting it forcefully. Lu Wushuang felt as if her wrist was about to break; the excruciating pain made her scream, and her body involuntarily bent downwards.

Zhao Zhiyuan didn't stop. He raised his foot and kicked Lu Wushuang hard in the back of her left knee. That was her disabled spot, and also her most vulnerable point. Lu Wushuang felt a piercing pain rush to her head, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees.