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

Night had fallen completely. The gate to the sect leader's courtyard was bolted shut. Two braziers were lit in the courtyard, illuminating the bluestone slabs.

Yang Guo lay sprawled out on the armchair.

He held a cup of coarse tea in his hand, sipping it intermittently. He had spent the whole day in the main hall, putting on a brave face in front of those Quanzhen disciples with ulterior motives. Now, his lower back was so sore that he couldn't straighten up, and his dantian was completely empty, unable to muster any true qi. Even lifting a finger was too much of a strain.

He was calculating how to recover his internal energy as soon as possible. In his current state of weakness, if he really encountered a tough opponent, even running away would be a problem.

Lu Wushuang stood in the center of the courtyard, holding the willow-leaf scimitar in her hand. Her eyes were downcast, and she was still angry about being pinned down in the mud by Zhao Zhiyuan during the day, looking for an excuse to vent her anger.

"Practice your swordsmanship. Let me see how much you're really capable of." Yang Guo put down his teacup, tapped the table, and intentionally probed her abilities.

Lu Wushuang remained silent. She knew her skills were no match for top masters, but being bossed around by Yang Guo so brazenly roused her inherent pride, and she was determined to show him that she wasn't someone to be trifled with. She gripped the hilt of her sword and assumed a fighting stance.

Her left leg disability made her lower body weak, so she could only habitually shift all her weight onto her right leg. With a flick of her wrist, the curved knife flashed silver in the night.

She practiced a family-inherited sword technique, and later modified a few moves based on her memory. One move was "Willow Swaying in the Wind," followed by "Splitting Mount Hua with Force." The wind howled through the blade, and it looked quite powerful. She was secretly pleased with herself, thinking she could turn the tables.

Yang Guo only watched three moves before realizing that the swordsmanship was more show than substance, and he immediately yawned.

"Stop, stop, stop." Yang Guo waved his hand impatiently, too lazy to watch anymore. "Don't embarrass yourself here."

Lu Wushuang stopped her sword strike, her chest heaving with anger, her face full of resentment: "What makes you think I'm shameful?"

"Your swordsmanship is all amateurish," Yang Guo pointed out mercilessly, deliberately trying to dampen her spirits. "Your foundation is weak, your stance is completely wrong. Your lower body is unstable, full of flaws. If you encounter a true master, one move will kill you. With your pathetic skills, you think you can seek revenge against Li Mochou? You're not even qualified to be a lamb to the slaughter."

Lu Wushuang bit her lower lip, speechless. She knew in her heart that Yang Guo was telling the truth, but the truth was too harsh, making her nose sting, yet she had no way to refute it.

Yang Guo stood up and walked to the center of the courtyard. He thought this girl was stubborn and if he didn't teach her something real, she would be doomed when she got out of the village.

"The Quanzhen School's martial arts emphasize gradual progress. If you start from scratch at your age, you won't amount to anything even after thirty years of training. Besides, I have no intention of teaching you Quanzhen martial arts."

Yang Guo put his hands behind his back and walked around Lu Wushuang once. "I'll teach you a movement technique. It doesn't require much internal energy; it focuses on lightness and agility. Once you've mastered it, you can run away if you can't win a fight, making it excellent for survival."

Lu Wushuang's eyes lit up, her pent-up grievances overshadowed by her yearning for martial arts. What she lacked most right now was a quick and easy survival skill; as long as she could live, that was more important than anything else.

"Watch closely. This movement technique is called 'Snake Walk and Fox Flip'."

As soon as Yang Guo finished speaking, his body suddenly lurched downwards without warning. He slid across the bluestone slab, his movements incredibly agile.

Then, he used his waist to flip over in mid-air and landed steadily. This was without using any internal energy; he relied purely on his physical strength and skill. He deliberately slowed down his movements so that Lu Wushuang could see the key to his power.

Lu Wushuang stared in disbelief. This movement technique was exquisite, a hundred times superior to her incomplete swordsmanship. She even held her breath, afraid of missing a single detail.

"Come on, do it once." Yang Guo pointed to the ground.

Lu Wushuang tried to imitate him. She bent down, trying to recall Yang Guo's movements, but her left leg was weak, making her movements extremely stiff. As she slid out, her center of gravity shifted, and she fell flat on her face.

Yang Guo walked over, stood next to her, and looked down at her.

"Get up," Yang Guo said.

Lu Wushuang got up, dusted herself off, her face flushed red, feeling utterly humiliated.

"Your waist isn't working properly. Your center of gravity is too high." Yang Guo circled around behind her.

Seeing her clumsy appearance, he simply stretched out his hands and placed them directly on Lu Wushuang's waist.

Lu Wushuang felt a tightness all over her body, goosebumps rose on her skin, and she instinctively wanted to dodge to the side.

"Don't move." Yang Guo pressed down on her waist with both hands. "Lower your waist. Your waist is harder than a bamboo pole. Has no one ever massaged it? Should I massage it for you every night? I guarantee it will soften up."

Yang Guo made a lewd joke, but his hands were not idle. He pinched Lu Wushuang's slender waist twice, thinking to himself that this girl's waist was really thin. He could feel the amazing elasticity even through the rough Taoist robe. The feel was excellent.

"Press your waist down." Yang Guo pressed down with his palm, forcing her to straighten her posture.

Lu Wushuang blushed to the roots of her neck, both embarrassed and annoyed, and hurriedly turned her head: "Where are you putting your hand!"

"Did you even pay your tuition before you dare yell at me?" Yang Guo didn't loosen his grip; instead, he pressed down along her waistline, his fingers intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her rounded curves. "You're getting my unparalleled martial arts for free and you're still being picky. Tighten your butt. Why are you sticking it up so high? Waiting to get beaten up?"

Lu Wushuang was so angry that her teeth itched, realizing that this lecherous man was taking advantage of her. She opened her mouth to curse, but recalling the exquisite movements he had just displayed, she rationally suppressed the words that were about to come out.

She wanted revenge on Li Mochou; it was her only hope for survival. As long as she could learn real skills, what did it matter if she was taken advantage of? After all, he had saved her life.

She gritted her teeth, enduring the strange sensation in her lower back, and adjusted her posture according to Yang Guo's instructions.

Seeing that she actually swallowed her anger and didn't resist, Yang Guo chuckled inwardly, thinking that this girl knew how to prioritize. He continued to correct her movements, moving his hands up her waist to adjust the angle of her shoulders.

The two were very close. Yang Guo could smell the faint scent of sweat and the fragrance of a young girl on Lu Wushuang's body. The scent lingered around his nose, making his original intention of just teasing her turn into a more real feeling of excitement.

"Shoulders flat. Elbows tucked in." Yang Guo instructed while unabashedly admiring Lu Wushuang's figure outlined by her Taoist robe.

Lu Wushuang cast aside all distractions and practiced again and again as Yang Guo had instructed. She fell and got up again, scraping her knees and abrading her hands, but she bit her lip and remained silent, channeling all her hatred for her enemy into the strength to practice. After practicing for a full half hour, she finally managed to perform a complete "Snake-like Leap" movement. The movements were still very clumsy, but they were already getting the hang of it.

Lu Wushuang stopped, panting heavily, her lungs gurgling like bellows. She could truly appreciate the power of this movement technique; once mastered, combined with her curved blade, it would undoubtedly increase her chances of victory in battle. Her gaze towards Yang Guo held less defensiveness and hostility, and a hint of gratitude she herself hadn't even noticed.

"Alright, take a break." Yang Guo walked to the courtyard wall, leaned against the blue bricks, looked up at the stars in the sky, and let the night breeze dispel the little bit of pent-up anger caused by his close instruction.

Lu Wushuang walked to the water vat, scooped up a ladle of cold water and drank it down in big gulps. The icy water slid down her throat and into her stomach, finally calming the heat in her body.

Yang Guo gazed at the starry sky, his mind preoccupied with this troublesome matter. Lu Wushuang was determined to kill Li Mochou for revenge, but Li Mochou was, in fact, his woman. Li Mochou was skilled in bed and possessed a strong spirit of exploration, qualities unmatched by other women; he absolutely could not bear to watch her die. This deadlock between the two was truly a headache; he could only take it one step at a time.

"Feed," Yang Guo called out casually, breaking the silence in the courtyard.

Lu Wushuang turned her head, somewhat puzzled.

"How was your childhood in Lu Family Village?" Yang Guo asked casually, trying to gauge how deep her obsession with the past truly was.

The light in Lu Wu's eyes dimmed, and the excitement from her recent training vanished completely. She stared at Yang Guo warily, afraid that he would come up with some more malicious words to hurt her.

"I lost both my parents after I turned three." Lu Wushuang's voice was stiff, trying hard to hide the soreness in her throat. "Why are you asking this?"

Yang Guo dropped his nonchalant expression. He looked at Lu Wushuang, a bittersweet feeling of shared misfortune washing over him.

"I've lived a life without parents," Yang Guo said calmly, without a trace of mockery.

This was no acting. In his past life, he had struggled in an orphanage, and in this life, he was also a wild child without parents. He knew all too well what it was like to live under someone else's roof and be looked down upon for even half a piece of dry food.

Lu Wushuang was stunned. She had always thought Yang Guo was a heartless scoundrel who humiliated others at will because of his superior martial arts skills. She never imagined that this high and mighty leader of the Quanzhen Sect had also experienced the same tragic fate as her.

The two men stared at each other across the courtyard. A night breeze blew, and the flames in the brazier flickered.

For the first time, Lu Wushuang had a thought: beneath this scoundrel's shameless exterior, he probably harbored the same scars as her.

"Keep practicing." Yang Guo couldn't stand the affected atmosphere and broke the silence first, pointing to the center of the courtyard.

Lu Wushuang withdrew her gaze and obediently resumed her stance. She bent down, pressing her waist down as she had done before, and her buttocks naturally rose up.

Yang Guo leaned against the wall, his gaze unobstructed as it fell upon Lu Wushuang's shapely buttocks. The full curves stretched her wide Taoist robe taut, and he completely forgot his sadness, stroking his chin inwardly and admiringly thinking, "That beautiful butt is really something."

A soft sound suddenly came from the courtyard gate.

The latch was skillfully pried open from the outside. The two wooden doors were pushed open.

Huang Rong stepped in.

She wore a moon-white dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. In the night, her face was breathtakingly beautiful.

As soon as Huang Rong entered, her gaze locked onto Yang Guo. She had come to check on the little thief's injuries, but unexpectedly, following Yang Guo's gaze, she saw Lu Wushuang practicing her martial arts in an ambiguous posture with her buttocks sticking out, while Yang Guo stared at her intently. Huang Rong's anger flared, and her face immediately darkened.

Yang Guo reacted extremely quickly, the hairs on the back of his head standing on end. He hurriedly looked away, straightened up, adopted the demeanor of a virtuous gentleman, and went up to her with a fawning grin.

Hearing the noise, Lu Wushuang stopped what she was doing, turned around and saw Huang Rong. Remembering Huang Rong's swift and decisive actions last night, she quickly stood up straight, bowed her head and called out, "Sister Rong."

Huang Rong walked to the center of the courtyard, looked at Lu Wushuang who was covered in sweat, and then looked at Yang Guo who looked like a guilty thief.

"Go to the kitchen and boil some water," Huang Rong ordered Lu Wushuang, her tone brooking no argument.

Lu Wushuang understood that Huang Rong was trying to get rid of her, so she dared not stay any longer. She picked up her curved sword and quickly walked out of the courtyard, closing the gate behind her.

Only Yang Guo and Huang Rong remained in the courtyard.

Huang Rong walked up to Yang Guo. She stretched out her right hand, skillfully pinched the soft flesh of Yang Guo's waist with two fingers, and twisted it hard.

"Is it pretty?" Huang Rong asked through gritted teeth, her voice low.