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

As night fell, Yang Guo sat in the main room of the sect leader's courtyard, an oil lamp lit on the table, its flame flickering back and forth.

Yang Guo sipped his tea, pondering the promise he had made to Lu Wushuang earlier that day.

What kind of martial arts should I teach her?

The martial arts of the Quanzhen School emphasize a solid foundation. The Chongyang Sword Technique is characterized by its wide and sweeping movements, relying entirely on the legs to stabilize the lower body.

Lu Wushuang's left leg is lame and his strength is uneven, so practicing the Quanzhen Sword Technique is a complete waste of time.

The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra of the Ancient Tomb Sect does allow for agile movements, but it is a dual cultivation technique, and Yang Guo has only practiced it with Xiaolongnu so far.

This skill was a private pleasure between me and Sister Long. The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra belonged only to Sister Long. He hadn't even taught it to Technician Li, so naturally he wouldn't teach it to Lu Wushuang.

The Nine Yin Manual contains many external martial arts techniques, such as the Great Subduing Demon Fist and the Destroying Divine Claw. These martial arts are fierce and domineering, and they also require the legs to support the force.

Yang Guo put down his teacup and scratched his head. In his previous life, he had seen a martial art called the Heavenly Crippled Kick on TV, which was specially trained for cripples and was extremely powerful. Unfortunately, he did not know this skill, so this matter was really difficult.

Yang Guo stood up and paced around the room twice. If he wanted to teach her martial arts, he first needed to figure out the extent of her left leg's damage. He called out towards the door, "Wushuang, come in."

The door was pushed open, and Lu Wushuang walked in. She was still wearing the same pale yellow silk spring dress she had worn during the day, with a silver plum blossom hairpin in her hair. She walked to the table, clasped her hands over her stomach, and bowed her head, asking, "What are your orders, Master?"

Yang Guo pointed to the armchair beside him and instructed her to sit down. Lu Wushuang obediently sat down, and Yang Guo pulled over a round stool to sit opposite her, saying, "Stretch out your left leg, take off your shoe, roll up your trousers, let me see your leg!"

Lu Wushuang's eyes widened, she clutched her left leg tightly with both hands, and shrank back, her voice rising as she shouted, "What are you doing! You lecherous scoundrel! Don't think you can treat me like this just because you bought me a few clothes! Let me tell you, I'd rather die than let you play tricks on me!"

Lu Wushuang was so angry that her eyes turned red. Her left leg was her Achilles' heel. Normally, she would draw her sword and kill anyone who looked at her too much. Now, Yang Guo had called her into the house in the middle of the night and made her take off her shoes and roll up her trouser legs. This was a blatant humiliation.

Yang Guo rolled his eyes and cursed, "Is your brain filled with tofu dregs? This sect leader can pick any woman he wants on the street. With your flat-chested, shapeless figure, I wouldn't even bother to look at you naked in front of me. You think I'm teasing you? You should develop for another three to five years!"

Lu Wushuang is now in her early twenties, but due to poor diet and constant anxiety over the years, she has suffered from malnutrition and her development is somewhat stunted.

Yang Guo spoke extremely bluntly, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Lu Wushuang was speechless, choked by his words. She looked down at her chest. She couldn't compare to Sister Rong, but was it really as flat as he said?

She bit her lip, her chest heaving violently.

"I promised to teach you martial arts during the day." Yang Guo put away his scolding tone and became serious. "Your leg was seriously injured, and you can't even walk properly. How can I choose suitable martial arts for you if I don't personally examine your injury by feeling your bones?"

Lu Wushuang was stunned, only then realizing that Yang Guo wasn't trying to humiliate her, but to help her check her legs; it was all a misunderstanding. Her ears burned, and she lowered her head, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle," Yang Guo urged.

Lu Wushuang hesitated for a long time before bending down to take off her left cloth shoe and remove her white foot covering, revealing a fair foot.

She stretched out her hands and rolled up the silk trousers little by little, past her ankles and up to above her knees, leaving her left calf completely exposed to the air.

This lower leg is thinner than the right leg, and there is a noticeable bulge in the middle of the shinbone, which is a deformity left after the leg was broken and not properly set.

Lu Wushuang closed her eyes and turned her head to one side, not daring to look at Yang Guo's face. Exposing this deformity to a man was more painful than being killed.

Yang Guo showed no mocking expression. He reached out and grasped Lu Wushuang's left ankle with both hands, feeling its coolness.

He pressed his thumb on the Taixi acupoint on his ankle, and a warm ball of Kanli Jue true energy flowed out from his fingertip and entered Lu Wushuang's meridians.

Lu Wushuang shuddered. The heat surged up from her ankles, making her feel numb and itchy. She gritted her teeth to keep herself from making a sound.

Yang Guo's hand traced upwards along the calf, pinching the shinbone to examine its structure. He pressed on the deformed protrusion and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

"Hiss..." Lu Wushuang gasped and replied, "It aches."

"The bone was set crooked." Yang Guo continued to press the acupoints around the knee with his fingers. "The meridians of Zusanli and Yanglingquan are completely blocked, and the qi and blood can't get through at all. No wonder your leg is getting thinner every day."

Yang Guo's hand rested on Lu Wushuang's knee, the warmth of his palm flowing over her. Lu Wushuang's face flushed red. Yang Guo's hand was large, with calloused palms; even through a thin layer of skin, the heat reached her very heart.

Suddenly, Huang Rong's words to her in the bathtub that day popped into her mind: "If you continue to have only a master-servant relationship with him, then you will always be an outsider on this mountain."

Huang Rong's meaning was clear: she wanted her to get into Yang Guo's bed. Lu Wushuang looked at Yang Guo, who was squatting in front of her carefully examining her injuries. He bought me clothes, he carried me up the mountain, and he wanted to teach me martial arts.

What should I do if he asks for my body now?

Lu Wushuang's mind was in complete chaos.

Should I agree to his proposal? No way, how could I possibly give myself to this lecherous Taoist priest?

No, absolutely not!

If he dares to use force, I will bite my tongue and commit suicide.

Lu Wushuang made a silent vow, but the emerald green jade pendant on her wrist, pressed against her skin, exuded a warm and smooth feel, which made her hesitate a bit.

She would give up her life for her cousin, let alone her body.

Yang Guo had no idea that Lu Wushuang was having such a complicated reaction. He withdrew his hand, stood up, walked to the copper basin next to him, washed his hands, dried them with a towel, and sat back down in the armchair, saying, "Put your trouser legs down."

Lu Wushuang quickly pulled down her trousers and put on her shoes and socks. She looked up at Yang Guo, a faint hope in her eyes, and asked, "Master, my leg..."

Yang Guo looked into her eyes and shook his head: "It can't be cured. The bone has been broken for too many years, the broken pieces have long since died, and the meridians have atrophied severely. My medical skills can't save it. My One-Finger Divine Skill can open up the meridians, but it can't break the dead bone back together." Yang Guo spoke directly, without beating around the bush.

The room fell silent. The expectation in Lu Wu's eyes vanished. She lowered her head, placed her hands on her knees, and casually replied, "Oh."

She neither cried nor made a scene. Over the years, she had consulted countless quack doctors, only to receive the same answer each time. She had long been accustomed to this kind of blow. Every glimmer of hope would eventually turn into despair; she had resigned herself to her fate regarding her legs.

"If it can't be cured, then so be it." Lu Wushuang raised her head and forced an ugly smile. "Anyway, I've been lame for so many years, I'm used to it. Sect Leader, you don't need to worry about it." She stood up, turned around, and prepared to leave. "I'm going back to my room to rest."

Yang Guo watched her retreating figure. This girl pretended to be nonchalant, but in reality, she was suffering terribly. Yang Guo was an extremely proud person. He had boasted that he would protect Lu Wushuang, but now he couldn't even heal her leg, which made him lose face greatly.

"Stop!" Yang Guo shouted.

Lu Wushuang stopped and turned around. Yang Guo leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed.

If medical skills and external forces are ineffective, then he can only rely on his internal energy to heal himself. The internal energy of the Quanzhen Sect is useless, and the internal energy of the Ancient Tomb Sect is also useless. Yang Guo quickly flipped through all the martial arts classics he knew in his mind.

Yang Guo's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh with a crisp sound: "I've got it!" He stood up and strode over to Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang was startled and took half a step back.

"There is a martial art that can cure your leg," Yang Guo said, looking directly into Lu Wushuang's eyes. He spoke very quickly.

Lu Wushuang was stunned. She opened her mouth for a long time before finally uttering, "What martial arts?"

Yang Guo paced around the room with his hands behind his back: "Most martial arts in this world focus on training internal energy, strength, and techniques. But there is one martial art that specifically trains the tendons and bones." He stopped and continued, "Back then, Huang Shang compiles the Daoist Canon and comprehends an unparalleled martial art. He writes this martial art into a book, and there is a mental cultivation method in the book called 'Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian' (Tendon Changing and Bone Strengthening Chapter)."

Lu Wushuang's eyes widened. She had heard countless legends about Huang Shang and Daozang during her years of wandering the martial world. Her voice trembled as she asked, "You...you mean...?"

"The Nine Yin Manual," Yang Guo uttered.

Lu Wushuang's legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground. She quickly grabbed the table next to her for support.

She knew all too well what the words "Nine Yin Manual" represented in the martial arts world.

Back then, the Five Greats fought fiercely at Mount Hua, all for this very scripture, and countless martial arts masters lost their families and lives for it. Now, Yang Guo has casually uttered these four words.

"The Yi Jin Duan Gu Chapter emphasizes cleansing the marrow and bones, and reshaping the meridians."

Yang Guo walked over and looked at Lu Wushuang's left leg. "Once you master this mental cultivation technique, the internal energy in your body will circulate on its own, gradually nourishing your atrophied meridians. Even crooked bones can slowly be corrected under the nourishment of the internal energy. Even if it doesn't make you walk like the wind, given time, it will definitely restore your ability to walk normally."

Lu Wushuang was breathing rapidly, her chest heaving violently, but she quickly forced herself to calm down.

She had heard the words "Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian" mentioned in rumors in the martial arts world. It was the ultimate mental technique in the "Nine Yin Manual," the general outline of all martial arts!

How could Yang Guo know this long-lost divine skill?

This petty thief is usually a scoundrel, his thieving eyes always wandering to women's breasts and hips, and his mouth is full of lewd words. He's a complete lecherous rogue, yet he actually holds such a martial arts treasure in his hand.

Even if he really did have it, why would he teach it to me?

"You're going to teach me the Nine Yin Manual?" Lu Wushuang could hardly believe her ears. This was the number one martial art in the world, and others would hide it away for fear of revealing even a single word. Yang Guo actually wanted to use it to heal her legs?

"What? Don't you want to learn?" Yang Guo teased her deliberately, drawing out his words. "If you don't want to learn, fine. This sect leader isn't even willing to teach you. This is a priceless treasure."

"I'll learn!" Lu Wushuang blurted out, grabbing Yang Guo's sleeve tightly with both hands, her tone urgent as if afraid Yang Guo would change his mind, "Master, I'll learn, please teach me."

Yang Guo looked down at her hand gripping his sleeve, smiled, and lifted Lu Wushuang's chin with a finger: "You can learn if you want, but there's no such thing as a free lunch. I, the sect leader, will teach you unparalleled martial arts; what will you offer in return?"