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

Yang Guo's eyes widened in shock upon hearing this.

He sprang up from the bed. The sudden movement strained his aching lower back, making him wince in pain.

"Sister Rong, what are you talking about?" Yang Guo's voice rose, his face full of astonishment.

This suggestion was outrageous. His mind raced, and he immediately judged it to be a death trap. He knew Huang Rong's nature all too well. This woman was extremely possessive; she appeared dignified and generous in public, but when she was jealous, she was ruthless. This was definitely a trap.

He shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.

"No! Absolutely not!" Yang Guo refused righteously, crossing his arms in front of his chest to make a big X. "Sister Rong, my heart for you is as clear as day. What is that lame girl? She's skinny and weak, and has a terrible temper. I don't even want to look at her, how could I possibly touch her? My heart only has you, there's no room for anyone else."

Yang Guo spoke with great emotion, showcasing his acting prowess to the fullest, and even managed to squeeze out a hint of grievance in his eyes.

Huang Rong sat upright on the edge of the bed, watching Yang Guo's terrified yet resolute expression, a smile slowly spreading across her eyes. She was very satisfied with Yang Guo's attitude. She raised her right hand and gently stroked Yang Guo's cheek.

"You're smart to know what's good for you," Huang Rong snorted.

Yang Guo thought to himself, "That was close." This woman was indeed testing him. Chatting with Sister Rong required constant vigilance; one wrong move and he'd fall into her trap. Sister Long was much better. She didn't like overthinking; she'd act decisively rather than argue, and never resorted to these roundabout tests.

His rejection of Huang Rong wasn't entirely to pass the test. He was truly incapable.

These past few days in the Ancient Tomb, Little Dragon Girl and Li Mochou have taken turns fighting. One is a martial arts prodigy, the other a notorious villain; their stamina is astonishing. He was already depleted of his inner energy, and the repeated exploitation had even broken his iron body. The sixteen years of internal energy gained from the two Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pills had all been used to fill the void. Now, he only felt a ache in his lower back, and his legs were as weak as noodles. He couldn't even unleash the penetrating force of his One-Finger Divine Skill.

If Lu Wushuang were to join the fray now, he'd never be able to leave Zhongnan Mountain in his lifetime. This was a pain he couldn't openly discuss with Huang Rong. It would be too shameful to say it.

He thought that having shown his loyalty, the matter would be over. Unexpectedly, Huang Rong withdrew her hand, and her tone became serious.

"Guo'er, I wasn't joking with you just now." Huang Rong stared at him. "This is the safest method right now."

Yang Guo was stunned.

"Sister Rong, are you serious?" Yang Guo waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of resistance. "Don't be silly. I really can't bring myself to do it. Her whole family died at the hands of Li Mochou, and she only has hatred in her heart. Touching a woman like that would be a huge problem."

Huang Rong patiently analyzed the pros and cons for him.

"It's precisely because she has a blood feud with Li Mochou that you must take her in," Huang Rong stated clearly. "That demon Li Mochou is licentious and ruthless. With your lustful nature, you'll be bewitched by her sooner or later. Keeping Lu Wushuang by your side will not only completely silence her about our secrets, but also help you keep an eye on Li Mochou. This girl was bold and meticulous in moving corpses in the rain tonight. If trained properly, she'll be a good weapon in your hands."

Yang Guo was completely bewildered. Huang Rong's plan was too shrewd; she had even included his lower body in it.

"No way. I'd rather die than do it." Yang Guo leaned against the headboard, acting like a rogue. "As the dignified leader of the Quanzhen Sect, I have every woman I could want. Why would I want to gnaw on this tough nut? Besides, are you really willing to push me onto someone else?"

Huang Rong's face darkened. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, she had held a high position for many years, and once she put on airs, her imposing presence was overwhelming.

"Yang Guo," Huang Rong called him by his full name.

The shout was devoid of any emotion, yet it made Yang Guo shrink back. His arrogant demeanor vanished instantly. Outside, he was the ruthless leader of the Quanzhen Sect, but in front of Huang Rong, he was overwhelmed by the imposing presence of the empress and could only obediently lower his head.

He transformed into a puppy, went over and tugged at Huang Rong's sleeve, gently shaking it.

"Sister Rong, listen to me," Yang Guo began, adopting a fawning tone, "That girl has a terrible temper. She's easily angered. She's always brandishing a broken knife, shouting and threatening violence. If I force her, she might set Chongyang Palace on fire. Who would dare touch her?"

Huang Rong remained unmoved and completely ignored his complaints.

"How to tame a woman is your skill. You could even fool me, so dealing with a little brat will be a piece of cake." Huang Rong's tone was firm, issuing a direct order: "Before I leave Zhongnan Mountain and return to Xiangyang, you must get this done. She must be devoted to you. If you can't, don't come looking for me again."

Yang Guo opened his mouth, wanting to argue a bit more. But Huang Rong gave him a sharp look, and he swallowed his words.

"Did you hear that?" Huang Rong asked.

"I heard you," Yang Guo replied in a muffled voice, his face full of frustration.

Huang Rong stood up and straightened her moon-white dress. She walked to the window, opened it, and looked at the night outside. The rain had lessened a bit.

She turned and went to the outer room, tapping Lu Wushuang's body twice with her fingers to release her from her slumber. Huang Rong didn't linger; she darted out the window and disappeared into the night rain.

Yang Guo sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his aching lower back. He sighed, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and slipped on his shoes to go to the outer room.

Lu Wushuang slept soundly on the hardwood couch. Her acupoints had just been released, and she was still asleep.

Her breathing was steady, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The large gray Taoist robe had rolled up a corner as she turned, revealing a glimpse of her long, slender, white leg. The robe clung to her body, perfectly outlining the curves of her waist and hips.

Yang Guo's gaze lingered on those full curves for a moment. Her figure was indeed alluring; her waist was unbelievably slender, yet her curves were remarkably full. Those figures were absolutely exquisite.

But he couldn't muster even the slightest bit of lust. His mind was completely occupied with this troublesome matter.

This girl's entire family died at Li Mochou's hands, and she had a blood feud with Li Mochou. Li Mochou was also his woman. And with Technician Li being so skilled, he would never give her up.

When these two collide, it will be a true clash of planets. If he helps Lu Wushuang, Li Mochou will tear him to pieces. If he helps Li Mochou, Lu Wushuang will fight him to the death. If he doesn't help either side, he'll be caught in the middle and won't get any credit.

This is an irreconcilable deadlock.

Yang Guo reached out and pulled a thin blanket over Lu Wushuang's legs, covering them from the view. He turned and went back to the inner room, lay down on the bed, and stared blankly at the dark ceiling. Being the sect leader was getting harder every day.