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

As dawn broke, Yang Guo opened his eyes. He heard soft footsteps outside.

Lu Wushuang walked in carrying a copper basin. Steam filled the air. She was still wearing that pale yellow spring dress, her hair was neatly combed, and a silver plum blossom hairpin was inserted into her hair bun.

"Master, it's time to wash your face." Lu Wushuang's voice was very soft, with a strong nasal tone.

Yang Guo sat up and stretched. He shuffled over to the washbasin stand in his slippers.

Lu Wushuang soaked a towel in hot water, wrung it out until it was half-dry, and presented it to Yang Guo with both hands. Unlike yesterday, she didn't squat down and wipe him haphazardly; instead, she stood on tiptoe and carefully wiped Yang Guo's face. Her touch was gentle, as if afraid of hurting him.

Yang Guo closed his eyes and enjoyed the service. He could smell the faint scent of osmanthus hair oil on Lu Wushuang's body.

"How do your legs feel?" Yang Guo asked casually.

"Much better," Lu Wushuang replied with her head down. "I did some exercise this morning, and I still feel weak, but that frozen feeling is gone, and I feel warm inside."

Yang Guo opened his eyes and looked at the pretty face so close to his. He suddenly reached out and ruffled Lu Wushuang's hair, making her neatly combed hair a little messy.

Lu Wushuang was startled and took a half step back, almost dropping the towel in her hand into the basin. She quickly raised her hand to protect her hair, her cheeks slightly flushed, and gave Yang Guo a reproachful look, but dared not retaliate. She bit her lower lip and turned to run to get breakfast.

Yang Guo laughed heartily. This girl's heart was now completely occupied by him; even the slightest teasing made her incredibly embarrassed and annoyed.

After breakfast, Yang Guo walked out of the courtyard and headed straight for the Sutra Repository.

At the last meeting, he assigned Hao Datong to oversee the reorganization of the Sutra Repository. These days, he's been busy teaching his disciples swordsmanship and hasn't had a chance to come and check on things.

In truth, he had always been thinking about the old Taoist priest who swept the floor and taught him the "Kan-Li Technique." That dual cultivation method was extremely powerful, not only greatly increasing his internal strength but also making him incredibly virile in bed. He had never been able to see through the old Taoist's true nature, and today he wanted to take the opportunity to probe his abilities once more.

Arriving at the entrance of the Sutra Repository, the courtyard was quiet. Only a few young Taoist priests were carrying stacks of old books.

Yang Guo looked around but didn't see the hunched figure holding the broom.

He stepped into the main hall on the first floor of the library. Hao Datong was sitting behind a large desk, wearing reading glasses, holding a brush, and making notes in a book.

"Sect Leader!" Hao Datong saw Yang Guo enter, quickly put down his brush, stood up and bowed.

Yang Guo waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

"Grandmaster Hao, you've worked hard. How's the progress these past few days?" Yang Guo pulled up a chair and sat down.

Hao Datong handed the booklet to Yang Guo: "Reporting to the Sect Leader, the old Taoist priest, along with twelve disciples, has thoroughly inventoried all the books on the first and second floors. Those that are severely damaged have been picked out and are being re-copied. Martial arts manuals and Taoist classics have also been categorized and re-shelved. Progress is good so far; it should be all sorted out in another half month."

Yang Guo flipped through the booklet; the handwriting was neat and the categories were clear. He nodded and placed the booklet on the table.

"I trust Master Hao to handle things." Yang Guo looked around and casually asked, "By the way, where's that old Taoist priest who was sweeping here earlier?"

Hao Datong was taken aback, then frowned and thought for a long time: "Which old Taoist priest is the sect leader talking about? The cleaning and sweeping in our Scripture Pavilion has always been done by a few third-generation disciples. In the days since I took over, I haven't seen any old Taoist priest sweeping here."

Yang Guo narrowed his eyes. There's no such person? Did that old guy just appear out of thin air?

Yang Guo knew in his heart that the old Taoist priest was definitely a hidden master. Since the man was unwilling to show himself and had even erased his traces, there was no point in asking him any further.

Yang Guo gathered his thoughts and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Grandmaster Hao, the books are almost finished being organized. I'm here today to add a new task for the Scripture Pavilion." Yang Guo's tone became serious.

Hao Datong quickly sat up straight and listened attentively.

"Our Quanzhen Sect now has several thousand people," Yang Guo said, looking at Hao Datong. "With so many people, their minds become chaotic. I've implemented inner and outer sect assessments and built the Alchemy Hall. The rules have changed, and it's inevitable that some people will feel unhappy or resentful. We can't just suppress them with force; we have to address the problem from their minds."

Hao Datong was completely confused: "What does the sect leader mean...?"

"Ideological construction," Yang Guo uttered four words.

Seeing Hao Datong's blank expression, Yang Guo explained in plain language: "From now on, the Scripture Pavilion can't just manage books; it also needs to manage people. You should select a few eloquent and mild-mannered disciples to be specifically responsible for guiding everyone in the Quanzhen Sect. If anyone is frustrated by a bottleneck in their martial arts practice, if anyone has a falling out with a fellow disciple and feels resentful, or if anyone has objections to the sect's new rules, you should go and have a heart-to-heart talk with them."

Yang Guo spoke more and more fluently: "This is called relieving worries and resolving difficulties, and sorting out negative emotions. You have to let them know that the Quanzhen Sect is their home, and the sect will not mistreat anyone who is willing to work."

Hao Datong's eyes widened. He had been in charge of affairs for so many years and had never heard of such a thing. In the past, when disciples made mistakes, they were directly taken to the disciplinary hall and flogged, regardless of whether they felt aggrieved or not.

Ignoring Hao Datong's shock, Yang Guo continued, "Besides that, the Scripture Pavilion holds two large lectures every month. All disciples gather to listen. What do they talk about? Besides explaining the martial arts insights you've developed, the most important thing is to explain the principles."

Yang Guo stood up, placed his hands on the desk, and leaned forward: "You must instill this idea in all your disciples. The Quanzhen Sect is the number one sect in the world, and I, their leader, am their guide. Only by following me, Yang Guo, will they have meat to eat, a good life, and the honor to their ancestors. They must treat the Quanzhen Sect like their own parents and protect it. Anyone who dares to say a bad word about the Quanzhen Sect, they will fight to the death. Do you understand?"

Hao Datong gasped. After living most of his life, he finally understood what Yang Guo was trying to do. He wanted to unite the hearts of thousands of people in the Quanzhen Sect into one, binding them tightly to Yang Guo alone.

This method is a hundred times more powerful than distributing gold bars or elixirs.

"Master's insight is brilliant!" Hao Datong stood up and bowed sincerely. "This old Daoist understands. This old Daoist will go and select suitable personnel to write out the lecture notes for the Master's review and approval."

Yang Guo nodded in satisfaction. Talking to smart people was so much easier. He wanted to build the Quanzhen Sect into an impenetrable fortress, using force, money, and ideology simultaneously. He wanted to completely brainwash these old Taoist priests, turning them into his most loyal followers.

"Get this done quickly. If you need anything, just go to the storeroom and get the money." After giving his instructions, Yang Guo turned and walked out of the Sutra Repository.

When they returned to the sect leader's courtyard, the sun was already high in the sky.

In the courtyard, Lu Wushuang sat cross-legged on a flat bluestone slab. Her eyes were closed, her hands resting on her knees, and she was silently circulating the first level of the "Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian" mental cultivation technique.

After Yang Guo channeled his internal energy last night, her complexion has improved significantly. Her previously pale cheeks now have a healthy rosy glow.

Yang Guo walked over quietly.

He didn't disturb her, but instead walked around Lu Wushuang. This girl's constitution was too weak; her meditation and qi circulation were pitifully slow. At this rate, it would be a conservative estimate if her leg healed in three months.

Yang Guo walked behind Lu Wushuang and sat down cross-legged.

"Don't get distracted, keep reciting the incantation." Yang Guo's voice rang in Lu Wushuang's ear.

Lu Wushuang moved slightly, then obediently composed herself.

Yang Guo raised his hands and placed them on Lu Wushuang's back. Pure yang energy flowed from his palms and entered her meridians. With Yang Guo's internal energy guiding her, the speed of true qi circulation within Lu Wushuang's body increased more than tenfold.

The heat flowed through my limbs and bones, eventually converging at the broken bone in my left leg, constantly washing over and nourishing the atrophied meridians.

One complete cycle of the universe is finished.

Yang Guo withdrew his internal energy, but he did not remove his hand.

His hands slid down Lu Wushuang's back and landed on her slender waist.

Lu Wushuang opened her eyes, her body tensing.

Yang Guo gently pinched the soft flesh of her waist twice through the silk fabric. This girl didn't have much meat on her body, but her waist was extremely slender, and because she had practiced martial arts for many years, her muscles were very firm and felt excellent to the touch.

"Master... Master, what are you doing?" Lu Wushuang's voice trembled, and even her breathing became disordered.

"I'm helping you relax your muscles," Yang Guo said shamelessly. Instead of loosening his grip, his hands moved an inch upwards along your waistline. "You've been meditating for too long, and your back muscles are stiff. Your meridians are open, but the blood and qi in your muscles aren't flowing smoothly, which also affects your recovery."

Lu Wushuang bit her lip, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

She knew Yang Guo was talking nonsense; this wasn't relaxing his muscles at all, he was clearly taking advantage of her.

But she didn't resist. Last night she had sworn that she would obey Yang Guo in everything except her body. Besides, Yang Guo had just used his inner strength to heal her leg, and she simply couldn't bring herself to push him away.

Yang Guo grew even bolder. He rested his chin on Lu Wushuang's shoulder, his lips almost touching her ear.

"Wushuang, your waist is so slender. Eat more in the future and get a little fatter, so it will be more comfortable to hug you." Yang Guo breathed out hot air.

Lu Wushuang's cheeks were flushed, and she closed her eyes, feeling weak all over.

Yang Guo's masculine aura completely enveloped her, leaving her mind blank.

Just as Yang Guo was preparing to explore further.

Suddenly, a very faint sound of clothes rustling through the air came from the courtyard wall.

The sound was so faint that ordinary people couldn't hear it at all, but Yang Guo, with his profound inner strength, immediately perked up his ears.

Before he could turn his head, a cool, refreshing aura had already descended upon the courtyard.

Yang Guo stopped what he was doing.

He raised his head and looked ahead.

In the very center of the courtyard, a woman in white appeared out of nowhere.

The woman was extremely beautiful, with skin as white as snow, and not a single color on her body.

She stood there quietly, her eyes cold and aloof. Yang Guo couldn't help but shiver when she stared at him.