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

The Chongyang Palace Sutra Repository is located at the deepest part of the back courtyard; it is a three-story wooden building with upturned eaves and two stone lions standing at the entrance. It is normally guarded by designated personnel, and unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter.

Yang Guo strode to the door. The two disciples guarding the door, seeing that it was the sect leader himself, quickly bowed and made way for him.

"All of you, step back. I need to consult the scriptures. No one is allowed to enter without my permission."

The two disciples responded and left.

Yang Guo pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered the Sutra Repository.

The smell of dust hit you as soon as you entered. Three-tiered bookshelves were densely packed, piled high with bamboo slips, thread-bound books, and handwritten manuscripts. The martial arts classics, Taoist scriptures, and medical prescriptions accumulated by the Quanzhen Sect over a century were all here.

Yang Guo went straight to the second floor.

His goal was clear—to find a method for cultivating both Yin and Yang.

He wandered among the bookshelves, his fingers tracing the spines of the rows of books. The *Taishang Ganying Pian*, the *Qingjing Jing Zhu*, the *Huangting Neijing Jing*… all were orthodox Daoist texts, completely unrelated to what he was looking for.

Yang Guo turned to a dusty old bookshelf in the corner. The books here had clearly been untouched for a long time. He brushed aside the cobwebs and pulled out a few yellowed handwritten copies from the bottom shelf.

"The Art of Sexual Enhancement"

Yang Guo's eyes lit up, and he opened it to take a look.

"To replenish yang through yin cultivation, one must find a virgin and perform the practice at midnight..."

Yang Guo read two pages, his face turning ashen. What kind of rubbish was this? It was nothing short of a lecherous thief's manual. If he practiced this, he'd be exhausted to death in less than three years.

He tossed the book aside and continued flipping through it.

The Art of Controlling Women.

Yang Guo opened the book, and the more he read, the more his brows furrowed. This book was even more outrageous; the entire book was about how to use drugs to seduce women in a despicable way, without even a proper method for circulating internal energy.

He then pulled out a copy of "The Record of Yin and Yang Intercourse".

After reading three pages, Yang Guo snapped the book shut.

This is utter nonsense. It's all fabricated by charlatans; not a single one of them is a genuine dual cultivation technique. These tattered books are kept in the Quanzhen Sect's scripture library; who knows which senior secretly slipped them in?

Yang Guo squatted on the ground, with a pile of messy books spread out in front of him, and was cursing.

A dry cough came from behind me.

"What is the sect leader looking at?"

Yang Guo's back stiffened.

He slowly turned his head. An old Taoist priest with white hair and beard stood at the top of the stairs, leaning on a cane. The old priest wore a faded gray Taoist robe, his face was thin and his eyes were deep-set, but his eyes had a sharp, penetrating light when he looked at people.

Yang Guo didn't recognize the old Taoist priest. He'd been with the Quanzhen Sect for so long and had never seen him before. The main reason was that Yang Guo spent most of his time in the Ancient Tomb and never visited the Sutra Repository.

The old Taoist priest's gaze fell on the pile of books at Yang Guo's feet. Titles like "The Art of Sexual Enhancement," "The Heart Sutra of Controlling Women," and "The Record of Yin and Yang Intercourse"... each one more sensational than the last.

The old Taoist priest's eyebrows were furrowed into a knot.

Yang Guo's mind raced. He stood up, dusted off his knees, and without batting an eye, kicked the pile of books behind him.

"Who is the Taoist priest?" Yang Guo asked preemptively, adopting the posture of a sect leader.

"This old Taoist priest has been guarding the books in the Sutra Repository for thirty years." The old Taoist priest walked over, leaning on his cane, and glanced at the pile of books. "What is the sect leader's purpose in coming to rummage through these things so early in the morning?"

Yang Guo showed no sign of panic. He cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and straightened his back.

"Master, you misunderstand," Yang Guo said solemnly. "This sect leader is reading these classic texts for the future of the Quanzhen Sect."

The old Taoist priest raised his eyebrows.

"The Quanzhen Sect has been established for a hundred years, but its martial arts have declined with each generation." Yang Guo spoke more and more fluently. "After much thought, I believe the problem lies in the imperfection of its cultivation system. Taoism emphasizes the harmony of Yin and Yang, but the Quanzhen Sect only cultivates pure Yang and does not involve Yin, which is inherently unbalanced. I intend to study the principles of Yin and Yang and develop a completely new cultivation system as the core competitiveness of the Quanzhen Sect."

The old Taoist priest stared at Yang Guo without saying a word for a long time.

Yang Guo faced that gaze with composure and sincerity. His acting prowess was on full display at that moment.

"Core competitiveness?" The old Taoist priest repeated the word he had never heard before.

"That's right." Yang Guo nodded. "Daoist Master, think about it. Shaolin has seventy-two unique skills, and the Beggars' Sect has the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. What can our Quanzhen Sect use to compare with them? Just the Big Dipper Formation? That would require seven people to use. What I, the sect leader, want to create is a top-level martial arts technique that can be practiced by a single person, so that the Quanzhen Sect can stand out in the martial arts world."

The old Taoist priest looked down at the book "The Art of Controlling Women" on the ground, then looked up at Yang Guo's righteous face.

"The sect leader wants to develop core competitiveness, so he's referring to the 'Master of Women's Manual'?"

Yang Guo's face remained completely still.

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Yang Guo said without hesitation. "As the sect leader, I must first understand how unorthodox methods are practiced in order to extract the essence of the righteous path. This is called reverse engineering. Daoist, you have guarded the Scripture Pavilion for thirty years. You should understand that the true path is often hidden in the most inconspicuous places."

The old Taoist priest remained silent for a long time.

He turned around, leaning on his cane, and slowly walked towards the stairwell. After taking two steps, he stopped without looking back.

"On the seventh row of bookshelves on the east side of the third floor, at the very bottom, there is a handwritten copy without a cover. It was obtained by the old Taoist priest in his youth from a wandering Taoist. The contents recorded inside might be useful to the sect leader."

Yang Guo was stunned.

The old Taoist priest, leaning on his cane, went downstairs, his footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Yang Guo stood there, digesting the information for two seconds. Then he rushed up to the third floor, heading straight for the seventh row of bookshelves on the east side.

At the very bottom, in a corner, a coverless handwritten copy lay quietly in the dust.

Yang Guo pulled it out and turned to the first page.

The handwriting was neat, but the ink was old. The opening words were three characters—

"The Kan-Li Formula".

Yang Guo's eyes lit up.