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

Huang Rong helped Yang Guo walk along the mountain path.

The path was rugged and uneven, with weeds growing on both sides.

Yang Guo leaned most of his weight on Huang Rong, and his right hand naturally wrapped around her waist.

Her waist was incredibly flexible, and she swayed gracefully as she walked.

Yang Guo's hands were very restless.

Huang Rong's breathing became slightly disordered. She stopped and turned to glare at the person.

"You're injured like this, and your hands are still not behaving properly," Huang Rong complained softly, her tone full of coquettishness rather than blame.

Yang Guo leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her fair neck.

"Sister Rong, your body is the best healing medicine. I touched my chest a couple of times and the pain stopped. If you let me kiss you, my internal injuries would be mostly healed immediately."

Huang Rong's cheeks flushed red, and she spat, "You're spouting nonsense and you're not serious at all. Seventh Master's palm strike was extremely powerful. If you were left with a lingering injury and became a cripple, who would still care about you?"

"If I become a cripple, Sister Rong will definitely take care of me for the rest of my life." Yang Guo shamelessly rubbed against her.

Although Huang Rong verbally scolded them, she secretly enjoyed it.

Recalling how he had deceived Guo Jing and run off to Zhongnan Mountain alone to find Yang Guo.

The initial thought was to investigate whether Yang Guo had practiced any evil martial arts.

As a result, upon their first meeting, she lost control of herself and ended up having an affair with Yang Guo.

The two walked back to the Chongyang Palace, the residence of the sect leader.

Lu Wushuang was practicing the Snake-like Leap and Fox-like Steps in the courtyard.

She was wearing a light yellow short-sleeved shirt and was sweating profusely from practicing.

Upon seeing the bloodstains on Yang Guo's lips and being helped back to the courtyard by a beautiful woman, Lu Wushuang was immediately startled. She quickly ran forward and looked Yang Guo up and down.

"Master, are you injured?" Lu Wushuang asked anxiously, her eyes full of concern.

Yang Guo waved his hand and coughed twice: "I'm not dead. I ran into a crazy old man and got into a fight. That old beggar was extremely ruthless and almost killed me."

Yang Guo pointed to the courtyard gate and instructed Lu Wushuang, "Go and guard outside the gate. I need to go into seclusion with Sister Rong to heal my injuries. No one is allowed to come in and disturb us. Even if the sky falls, you are not allowed to open the gate. If those old Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect come looking for me, just say that I am in seclusion. If anyone dares to force their way in, you can cut them down with your knife."

Lu Wushuang blushed. Yang Guo claimed he was going into seclusion with Rong-jie to heal their injuries, and she could guess with her eyes closed what kind of shady business the two of them were up to.

Seeing Lu Wushuang's all-knowing expression, Yang Guo could easily understand what the girl was thinking, and immediately rolled his eyes.

I really need to heal this time.

Does this sect leader appear to others as a lecherous man?

He didn't have time to explain to Lu Wushuang right now, so he waved his hand and quickly sent the girl away.

Yang Guo and Huang Rong entered the inner room. Huang Rong turned around and closed the door tightly, bolting it shut. The light in the room dimmed. Yang Guo walked to the bedside and collapsed onto the couch, feigning extreme weakness. He clutched his chest, groaning and repeatedly crying out that his heart was aching terribly.

"Oh dear, my heart meridian is broken! Sister Rong, I'm about to die!" Yang Guo rolled around on the bed.

Huang Rong was heartbroken and quickly walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. She reached out and untied Yang Guo's Taoist robe.

Yang Guo had a large red mark on his chest, which was the mark left by Hong Qigong's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

The skin around the red mark was swollen. Huang Rong's eyes were red, and tears streamed down her face.

She, the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect, was usually very imposing, but in front of Yang Guo, she acted like a complete little woman.

Yang Guo raised his hand and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

"Sister Rong, don't cry. Hurry up and take off your clothes so we can get down to business. The Kanli Technique requires both people to be completely honest with each other to be at their best. If you delay taking off your clothes even a moment, I will suffer more."

Huang Rong glanced at him and stood up.

She untied her coat, and her pale yellow dress slipped to the ground.

Next came the white undergarment.

In the end, only one pink bellyband remained.

The bib was embroidered with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and the workmanship was extremely exquisite.

Yang Guo stared intently, his gaze fixed on Huang Rong's chest.

Huang Rong had an excellent figure; her small bodice could not contain her two full breasts, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin on the side.

Yang Guo swallowed hard, his lust rising, wishing he could pin this woman down on the bed right then and there.

Huang Rong felt hot all over under his gaze, and two blushes rose on her cheeks.

She quickly walked to the bedside, took off her shoes and socks, and climbed onto the bed.

The two sat cross-legged facing each other. Yang Guo extended his hands and placed them together with Huang Rong's palms.

"Close your eyes, hold your breath, and focus your mind, following the flow of my inner energy," Yang Guo advised.

Huang Rong closed her eyes and regulated her breathing.

Yang Guo activated the Kanli Technique, and the Nine Yin True Qi in his body was shaken into chaos by Hong Qigong's palm force, rampaging through his meridians.

With Huang Rong's cooperation, his internal energy began to gradually become more balanced.

The warmth emanated from where their palms touched.

Huang Rong's internal energy cultivation was extremely authentic, and her internal strength was profound and enduring.

This internal energy flowed down his arm and into Yang Guo's meridians, gradually repairing and perfecting his damaged internal organs.

The Kanli Technique circulated throughout Yang Guo's body. Huang Rong's internal energy, cultivated with a long and profound flow, surged into Yang Guo's body through the Laogong acupoint in her palm.

Both of them possessed the same internal energy source and lineage, with a pure Taoist foundation. As the true energy flowed through Yang Guo's damaged meridians, the dull pain in his internal organs was greatly reduced.

Yang Guo opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Huang Rong in front of him.

The pink bodice barely covered her vital parts, leaving large expanses of snow-white skin exposed.

His blood rushed to his head, and he immediately withdrew one hand, extending his long arm to encircle Huang Rong's slender waist, pulling her forcefully into his embrace.

Huang Rong gasped in surprise and leaned forward, falling into Yang Guo's arms.

"Sister Rong, we need to explore this healing method further." Yang Guo pressed her down onto the couch.

Huang Rong's face flushed red, and she punched his chest, saying, "You little thief, your injuries haven't even fully healed and you're already trying to do bad things. Aren't you afraid that the reverse flow of your qi and blood will ruin your martial arts?"

"I'm proving with my actions that no one can break me." Yang Guo lowered his head and kissed her red lips.

The bed shook violently, and the wooden planks creaked and groaned.

During this period, the Kanli Technique was brought to its fullest potential, with pure Yang and pure Yin energies merging and blending together. Yang Guo's disordered internal energy was completely restored, and his internal organ injuries were greatly healed.

Two hours later.

Huang Rong picked up her scattered clothes and dressed herself neatly. She then combed her long hair with a wooden comb.

Yang Guo sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, practicing breathing exercises. His internal injuries had improved by about 70-80%, and his internal energy was flowing smoothly through his meridians. He opened his eyes and looked at Huang Rong's back.

"How are your injuries?" Huang Rong turned to ask.

"I'm much better. Thanks to Sister Rong's generous help." Yang Guo put on his Taoist robe and fastened his belt. "But those three palms from that old beggar were not easy to withstand. I just tried them out, and my internal strength has indeed improved, but against his century-old cultivation, a direct confrontation would surely kill me. The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are the most powerful and fierce in the world, and my foundation at the early stage of the Innate Realm cannot withstand three blows."

Huang Rong walked to the table, sat down, poured two cups of tea, and handed one to Yang Guo: "Seventh Master's palm strike is overwhelming. You've only just entered the Innate Realm and your foundation is still shallow. How can you possibly withstand it in three days?"

Yang Guo took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp: "If Wang Chuyi could refine a few dozen Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pills for me to eat as meals, and I could increase my internal energy, I would definitely be able to withstand three of his blows."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him and said reproachfully, "The Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pill is a sacred medicine of the Quanzhen Sect. The required medicinal materials are extremely rare and the refining process is extremely difficult. It's too late to help you now, so stop daydreaming."

Yang Guo put down his teacup and walked behind Huang Rong, kneading her shoulders repeatedly with both hands: "Sister Rong, what do you say, I'll take you and run away tonight? We'll find a secluded mountain forest and have a bunch of big, fat boys. Who cares about the rules of the martial arts world, who cares about the Mongol army?"

Huang Rong slapped his hand away: "You can run away, but you can't hide. Master Qi always keeps his word. If you escape, he'll smash up your Chongyang Palace and issue another wanted notice from the Beggars' Sect. How will you ever be able to stand in the martial world again? Besides, the battle for Xiangyang is critical. How can I abandon the city and run away?"

Yang Guo walked around to Huang Rong's side, placed his hands on the table, leaned closer, and said, "Just kidding. The word 'escape' doesn't exist in my dictionary. Guo Jing is a peerless martial artist, and I'll snatch you away from him someday. If I'm afraid of even an old beggar, what kind of man am I? If I run away from a strong enemy, how can I protect you in the future?"

Huang Rong looked flustered when he mentioned Guo Jing, and immediately turned her head away: "Don't talk nonsense, I..."

Yang Guo reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to turn her head and look directly into her eyes: "I'm not lying. Sooner or later you'll be a member of the Yang family."

Huang Rong's heart raced. She pushed his hand away and stood up. The sky was darkening. She looked out the window; Lu Wushuang was still practicing his martial arts in the courtyard.

"I should go now." Huang Rong straightened her sleeves.

"Stay with me." Yang Guo grabbed her wrist.

Huang Rong shook her head and refused: "Lu Wushuang is still waiting outside the courtyard. If I stay here overnight, where will she sleep? Besides, there are too many people in the sect, and I cannot stay for long."

Yang Guo released his grip. He knew that Huang Rong's position as the leader of the Beggars' Sect was sensitive, and that exposing their relationship at this time would cause great trouble.

"Then be careful when you go back," Yang Guo advised.

Huang Rong pushed open the door and took half a step, then stopped and turned back to instruct, "You must meditate quietly for these three days. If you really can't handle it after three days, I will risk my reputation to save your life."

After saying this, Huang Rong quickly walked out of the courtyard.

Yang Guo watched her leave, then closed the door.

Huang Rong walked out of Chongyang Palace, and the night breeze blew against her face.

She turned to look in the direction of the sect leader's courtyard. Yang Guo's domineering words lingered in her mind.

She, the renowned female knight-errant and leader of the Beggars' Sect, was completely outmaneuvered by a mere boy.

If Hong Qigong really decides to kill her three days later, she will definitely not stand idly by.

Even if she bears the stigma of being a slut, even if she becomes an enemy of all the heroes in the world, she will protect Yang Guo.

Yang Guo returned to his bed and sat cross-legged. Huang Rong's words pleased him greatly. But this was by no means a long-term solution. Relying on a woman for protection would ultimately be a disgrace to a man.

Yang Guo carefully reviewed his own martial arts techniques: One-Finger Divine Skill, Double Yang Swordplay, and Nine Yin Manual. These were all orthodox martial arts that emphasized gradual progress. Three days of methodical training yielded little improvement in his skill.

He crossed his arms and recalled the details of his fight with Hong Qigong earlier that day.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are incredibly powerful, with layers upon layers of palm force. A direct confrontation would inevitably lead to defeat; a surprise attack is necessary to achieve victory.

But how can we achieve a surprising victory?

Suddenly, Yang Guo thought of his crazy father, Ouyang Feng, who always walked upside down.

Ouyang Feng mastered the Nine Yin Manual in reverse during the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, defeating Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi without any chance to fight back.

Yang Guo had bright eyes. His adoptive father had taught him the method of practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, but he was worried that the method was dangerous and could easily lead to demonic possession, so he put it aside.

With a formidable enemy at our doorstep and our lives hanging in the balance, conventional approaches are not viable, leaving us no choice but to take an unconventional route.

Practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, causing the meridians to flow backward and the true energy to surge in reverse, can unleash terrifying power in a short period of time.

This method is unpredictable and strange; Hong Qigong could never have imagined it.

Yang Guo jumped off the bed and walked to the desk.

He found paper and pen and, relying on his memory, wrote down the reverse cultivation formula taught by Ouyang Feng.

"The way of Heaven is to take from those who have too much and give to those who have too little."