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

The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the paper window. Yang Guo opened his eyes. He didn't get up immediately, but instead sensed the energy within his body.

A warm sensation filled his dantian. The Kanli Technique had been circulating on its own all night. The Yin and Yang energies flowed smoothly through the Ren and Du meridians.

Yang Guo clenched his fist. He'd spent two whole hours with Huang Rong last night; normally, he'd be sore and weak he wouldn't even be able to get out of bed. But today, he felt incredibly energetic. His spirits were unusually high.

He threw back the covers and went to the outer room. On the hardwood couch, Lu Wushuang was fast asleep. The girl was curled up in the thin blanket, her breathing very heavy.

Yang Guo knew why she was sleeping so soundly. The commotion in the courtyard last night was so loud; this girl must have been eavesdropping for most of the night. She only managed to fall asleep at dawn.

Yang Guo didn't wake her. He pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

After washing up, he drew a longsword from the weapon rack.

He practiced the Chongyang Sword Technique every morning; this was a rule he set for himself.

Yang Guo flicked his wrist, and his longsword thrust out. He didn't use any internal energy, relying solely on the strength of his physical body. The Chongyang Sword Technique was simple and unadorned, with wide, sweeping movements.

Yang Guo's swordsmanship was now extremely refined. He could execute every move with his eyes closed. The longsword sliced ​​through the air, creating gusts of wind. The blade slashed, thrust, and parried with fluid, continuous movements, without the slightest pause.

But his brow remained furrowed.

No matter how skilled one is in swordsmanship, it is still just a set of moves. He broke the stone tablet erected by Wang Chongyang outside the ancient tomb, obtained this set of swordsmanship, and also learned that the Chongyang swordsmanship needed to develop sword intent to be considered a mastery.

Without sword intent, this sword technique is no match for true masters.

Yang Guo sheathed his sword and stood there. He let out a long breath. Sword intent is something that can't be learned through brute force; it still depends on comprehension.

He put the longsword back on the weapon rack.

Suddenly, he thought about the One-Finger Divine Skill. After mastering it to the fourth rank, he could take the iron ring to the Duan family in Dali to seek opportunities. His One-Finger Divine Skill had already broken through to the seventh rank, reaching the sixth rank, and he could unleash penetrating force.

Just two more steps and I can go to Dali, but what kind of opportunity awaits me there?

These things are still some time away, and Yang Guo decided not to think about them for the time being.

He dusted himself off and walked out of the courtyard.

He strolled towards the Quanzhen Sect's dining hall. The night patrol disciples he encountered stopped and bowed respectfully upon seeing him. Yang Guo nodded in response to each of them.

The Quanzhen Sect's dining hall was enormous, capable of accommodating over a thousand people at once. It was breakfast time, and the hall was bustling with activity. Fourth-generation and third-generation disciples were all queuing for food.

Yang Guo stepped into the cafeteria.

The previously noisy cafeteria fell silent instantly. A fourth-generation disciple closest to the door, holding a bowl, stared blankly at Yang Guo. He quickly put down his bowl and straightened up.

"Master!"

The shout startled everyone in the cafeteria. Hundreds upon hundreds of disciples stood up in unison and bowed respectfully to Yang Guo. The shout was deafening.

Yang Guo waved his hand: "Sit down and eat. Don't worry about me."

The disciples then sat down one after another, but all their eyes were fixed on Yang Guo. No one dared to speak loudly, and they even sipped their porridge in hushed tones.

Yang Guo didn't go to the sect leader's private room for special meals. He went to the wooden bucket containing bowls and chopsticks, took a large wooden bowl for himself, and joined the last line of the food queue.

The fourth-generation disciples ahead of him were so frightened that they quickly moved aside, wanting him to go first.

"Get in line. This isn't how things are done in our sect." Yang Guo grabbed the shoulder of the disciple in front of him and pushed him back to his original position.

The disciple was so excited that his face turned bright red.

Yang Guo's prestige among the fourth-generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect has now reached an unbelievable level. This is entirely due to his hard-earned achievements in battle.

He first publicly humiliated Zhao Zhijing. Zhao Zhijing was a tyrant in the Quanzhen Sect; his disciples usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly on the mountain, extorting and demanding bribes, and other disciples dared not speak out against him. Yang Guo not only made Zhao Zhijing lose face, but also had his martial arts crippled by Wang Chuyi and was expelled from the Quanzhen Sect.

The entire Quanzhen Sect applauded this. Countless disciples who had been bullied regarded Yang Guo as a righteous and just official in their hearts.

Later, he also brought down Yin Zhiping. Although Yin Zhiping was usually low-key, he was rigid and eccentric, and many of his disciples disliked him.

Yang Guo cleaned up these two biggest cancers.

More importantly, Yang Guo ascended to the position of sect leader as a fourth-generation disciple. This was an immense honor for all fourth-generation disciples. Previously, fourth-generation disciples held the lowest status on the mountain, doing the hardest work and enduring the most severe beatings.

Now that the sect leader is one of our own, who wouldn't feel proud and elated?

It was Yang Guo's turn to get his food. The cook in charge of serving the food was trembling. He took a large iron ladle, scooped a full spoonful of meat slices from the vegetable basin, and poured it all into Yang Guo's bowl. He then handed him four of the largest white steamed buns.

Yang Guo, carrying his bowl, found an empty table and sat down. All the disciples around him looked at him with admiration.

Yang Guo ate meat and steamed buns with gusto. He had none of the airs of a sect leader. This demeanor made the fourth-generation disciples feel even closer to him.

After eating and drinking his fill, Yang Guo stood up. He took another food box, which contained a large bowl of red date and millet porridge, two meat buns, and two dishes of pickled vegetables.

He carried the food box, walked out of the canteen, and returned to his courtyard by the same route.

I pushed open the door to the main house. The house was very quiet inside.

Lu Wushuang was still asleep.

Yang Guo placed the food box on the table. He walked to the hardwood couch.

Lu Wushuang's sleeping posture is really terrible. This girl usually seems very guarded, but when she's asleep, she's completely a defenseless little girl.

She lay sprawled across the couch. The thin blanket was kicked to the floor. Her grey short-sleeved shirt was rolled up, all the way down to her chest.

Yang Guo's gaze fell down. Lu Wushuang's stomach was flat and firm.

Further up, at the edge of the hem, two slightly raised curves can be faintly seen.

Want Want Little Buns, really, there's nothing to see here!

Yang Guo was used to eating delicacies from land and sea, so he naturally looked down on these.

He stroked his chin. Although this girl was inexperienced and had a bad temper, her figure did have potential for development.

But the weather is cool now, sleeping with the bed open like this will definitely make you sick.

Yang Guo reached out, grasped the hem of Lu Wushuang's clothes, and gently pulled them down to cover her up again.

Lu Wushuang was completely unaware, turned over, and mumbled something under her breath.

Yang Guo's playful nature was aroused. He sat on the edge of the couch, stretched out two fingers, and pinched Lu Wushuang's nose.

Lu Wushuang was fast asleep. Her nose was pinched, cutting off her airway.

A few seconds later, she scrunched up tightly. Her head began to twist and turn on the pillow, trying to get rid of the constriction on her nose.

Yang Guo's hand followed the movement of her head, refusing to let go.

Lu Wushuang's face gradually turned red. She really couldn't hold it in any longer. Subconsciously, she sensed that someone was causing trouble.

With her eyes closed, she suddenly swung her right hand.

With a soft "smack," Lu Wushuang's hand slapped Yang Guo's hand. The force was light and gentle.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Wushuang opened her mouth.

"Hate……"

The voice trailed off with a long, drawn-out tone, carrying an extremely sleepy, nasal quality. It was soft, sticky, and full of a coquettish quality.

Upon hearing those two words, Yang Guo felt a jolt of electricity shoot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His thigh muscles twitched uncontrollably, and he almost slipped off the edge of the couch.

This is extremely destructive.

Yang Guo had seen Huang Rong's dignified charm, Xiaolongnu's aloof elegance, and Li Mochou's fiery domineering nature. But he had never seen such a contrast in Lu Wushuang.

Imagine a hedgehog that's always ready to stab you with a knife, suddenly turning over and showing its soft belly, saying in a gentle voice that it hates you.

Yang Guo swallowed hard. He forced himself to steady himself. Once a wicked sense of humor took hold, it was impossible to suppress it.

He loosened his grip slightly, allowing Lu Wushuang to take a deep breath. Then, just as she was about to turn over and continue sleeping, he pinched her nose again.

Lu Wushuang was stifled again. She kicked her leg in frustration.

Yang Guo leaned close to her ear, his voice low and seductive.

"Call me master."

Lu Wushuang was in a daze and had no idea who was talking. She only knew that she was incredibly sleepy and just wanted to sleep. But having her nose pinched was very uncomfortable.

"Call me Master, and I won't pinch you anymore," Yang Guo continued, adding fuel to the fire.

Lu Wushuang's lips moved. Subconsciously, all she wanted was to end this torment as soon as possible.

"Master...Master..."

Her voice was even softer and sweeter than before. She was incredibly obedient. There was even a hint of a sob in her voice.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat. He felt as if his bones had become two ounces lighter.

That "Master" was absolutely brilliant. Usually, when forced to call her that, she would grit her teeth and look like she wanted to devour him. But this unexpected cry struck Yang Guo right where it hurt.

Yang Guo released his grip.

Lu Wushuang gasped for breath a few times. She rolled over, turning her face towards the wall. Her breathing quickly became even and heavy again, and she fell back into a deep sleep. She had no idea what she had just done.

Yang Guo sat on the edge of the couch, watching her back, a wild smile spreading across his face.

Huang Rong was absolutely right. This girl is a paper tiger. No matter how hard her outer shell is, she's soft inside. As long as we find the right method, we can subdue her sooner or later.

Yang Guo bent down, picked up the thin blanket that had fallen to the ground, and then covered Lu Wushuang with it, wrapping it around her shoulders as well.

"Go to sleep. I'm giving you half a day off today," Yang Guo said softly.

He then turned around, opened the door, and strode out.

The Quanzhen Sect still had a lot of matters waiting for him to handle.

He wanted to go to Xiangyang to show off, but the current strength of the Quanzhen Sect was not enough. The top combat force was Zhou Botong. Although he was elusive, everyone in the martial arts world knew that the Quanzhen Sect had such a person.

The most important thing right now is to improve the overall strength of the Quanzhen Sect. With comprehensive enhancement and the support of the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation, their combat power will be absolutely unmatched.

Sunlight streamed into the courtyard. Yang Guo stretched, feeling great.

Inside the room, Lu Wushuang turned over, hugged the thin blanket, and smiled slightly, as if she was having a good dream.