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

The room was dimly lit, and the flame of the oil lamp flickered from side to side.

Yang Guo sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, guiding the circulation of his innate internal energy.

At first, everything went smoothly. The correct practice of true qi was done first, followed by the reverse practice of true qi. The two forces traveled through the eight extraordinary meridians along the route of the Kanli Technique, connecting end to end to form a cycle.

Yang Guo was secretly pleased with himself, thinking that this method was absolutely flawless. The waterwheel started turning, and the violent Nine Yin True Qi was completely dissolved into a continuous stream of internal energy.

But this smugness didn't last even half an incense stick's time.

The Nine Yin Manual is, after all, the most extraordinary martial art in the world, and its foundation of both orthodox and reverse true energy is extremely profound. As the number of cycles increases, these two forces circulate faster and faster in the meridians, completely exceeding the limits that the Kanli Technique can harmonize.

The balance of Yin and Yang has been completely broken.

The frenzied nature of reverse-cultivated true qi is amplified infinitely, and pure yang qi grows wildly within the body.

Yang Guo felt an extremely terrifying heat wave rise from his dantian and rush straight to his internal organs. His blood was boiling, his skin quickly turned crimson, and the veins on his forehead bulged and throbbed.

This heat isn't from an external fire, but rather seeps out from between the bones.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth, desperately trying to slow down the flow of his internal energy. But the internal energy in his meridians was no longer under his control; it had become a wild horse, rampaging through his body.

The excruciating pain spread throughout my body.

Yang Guo let out a low growl, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly, the veins on the back of his hands about to burst.

The yang energy rises upwards, heading straight for the forehead.

Two streams of warm liquid flowed from her nostrils. Then came her ears, and then her eyes.

Bleeding from all seven orifices.

Yang Guo could no longer hold on. He opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of blood onto the opposite wall. He slumped to the side and crashed heavily onto the bed, his body curling up in a ball, convulsing uncontrollably.

Lu Wushuang, who was outside the door, had not slept. She sat on the stone bench listening to the sounds coming from inside the house.

The muffled groan, combined with the sound of the heavy object collapsing, was extremely jarring in the quiet night.

Lu Wushuang jumped up in fright, dropping the willow-leaf dagger in her hand without even picking it up. She strode straight towards the door.

Lu Wushuang kicked open the already dilapidated wooden door.

The scene inside the room sent chills down Lu Wushuang's spine.

Yang Guo lay in a pool of blood, his face covered in blood, his Taoist robe soaked with sweat and clinging tightly to his body. He was still trembling uncontrollably, letting out painful screams.

"Yang Guo! Don't scare me!"

Lu Wushuang rushed to the bedside and reached out to support Yang Guo's shoulder.

The moment her hand touched Yang Guo's skin, Lu Wushuang gasped and quickly withdrew her hand.

It's too hot.

Yang Guo's body temperature was frighteningly high; even touching it made your palm hurt. This was not a normal human body temperature at all; he was practically a furnace about to melt.

"Hot...so hot..." Yang Guo was delirious, his eyes closed as he wildly waved his hands, trying to pull off his clothes.

The Taoist robe was torn and twisted, and the belt was broken.

Lu Wushuang was so anxious that she was covered in sweat, and tears welled up in her eyes.

This brat must have messed up his breathing again. With such a high body temperature, if he keeps burning up, his internal organs will be reduced to ashes.

"Don't move around, let me help you take off your clothes to cool off!"

Lu Wushuang wiped away her tears and used both hands to tear off Yang Guo's clothes.

The Taoist robe was thrown on the ground. The white undergarment underneath was also sticky with sweat. Lu Wushuang couldn't pull it off, so he simply used his hands forcefully and ripped the undergarment open with a tearing sound.

Yang Guo's muscular chest was exposed. His skin had turned an unnatural dark red.

Lu Wushuang was about to grab a towel to fetch water when her gaze fell on Yang Guo's lower left chest.

Lu Wushuang stood there, stunned.

There was a hideous, old scar there.

The scar is very long, and the traces of the skin and flesh that have rolled back and healed are very obvious. Judging from the location, the knife almost pierced through the heart. It's really lucky that he survived.

Lu Wushuang stared intently at the scar, her breathing becoming rapid, her mind buzzing.

My memory went straight back to Lujiazhuang in Jiaxing many years ago.

That night, the great demon, radiating murderous intent, stormed into the Lu family manor. With a flick of his whisk and a flash of his longsword, the entire Lu family manor was brutally murdered.

Lu Wushuang hid in the corner, trembling with fear, too scared to even cry out.

The great demon spotted her and walked towards her step by step, carrying a blood-dripping longsword.

Just as the longsword was about to strike, a dirty little beggar rushed out from the side, spreading his arms to block Lu Wushuang.

The longsword pierced straight through the little beggar's left chest.

The little beggar spat out a mouthful of blood and was kicked away by the great demon, crashing into the wall and remaining motionless.

Lu Wushuang was terrified and was then forcibly taken away by the great demon and made his disciple.

Over the years, Lu Wushuang suffered endless torment at the hands of the great demon, and her left leg became crippled. She always carried a knot in her heart; the little beggar who died to save her became the greatest pain and guilt of her life.

Lu Wushuang stretched out her trembling right hand and gently stroked the scar on Yang Guo's chest with her fingers.

The position and shape match perfectly.

Then look at Yang Guo's face. Although he has lost the childishness of his childhood and become handsome, the outline of his eyebrows and eyes is clearly that of that dirty little beggar from back then.

Lu Wushuang's tears burst forth, streaming down her cheeks and landing on Yang Guo's chest.

So it was you.

So you've been alive all along.

"You big liar..." Lu Wushuang cried out, grabbing Yang Guo's shoulders and shaking him violently. "You are clearly that little beggar from back then, why did you pretend not to know me? Why did you hide it from me?"

Yang Guo couldn't hear Lu Wushuang's cries at all. The yang energy in his body was still raging, and the pain made him writhe in agony, with more blood spilling from his mouth.

Seeing Yang Guo's miserable state, Lu Wushuang felt so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.

You risked your life to take a sword for me back then. Now that you're dying, how can I just stand by and do nothing?

Lu Wushuang wiped away her tears and quickly searched her mind for a way to save the person.

Yang Guo returned home during the day, vomiting blood after being beaten. Huang Rong followed him into the house, and the two stayed there for two hours. Lu Wushuang heard everything clearly from the courtyard. The sound of the bed shaking and Huang Rong's suppressed cries were definitely not just simple healing.

Yang Guo once said that the Kanli Technique requires men and women to be honest with each other and to harmonize Yin and Yang.

If Huang Rong could save him with her own body, why can't I?

Lu Wushuang bit her lip until it bled, then stood up.

Without any hesitation, Lu Wushuang reached out and unbuttoned the frog buttons on her pale yellow short shirt.

The short-sleeved shirt slipped to the ground. Next came the long trousers.

Lu Wushuang has a disability in her left leg, and she is usually most afraid of others seeing her body, which is a source of extreme inferiority for her. But now, to save the man in front of her, she doesn't care about anything else.

She was left wearing only a close-fitting bodice and underpants.

The temperature inside the room became very high because of the heat emanating from Yang Guo's body.

Lu Wushuang took two deep breaths, removed her last covering, and revealed her fair body.

Stepping forward, Lu Wushuang climbed onto the bed and straddled Yang Guo.

Upon contact, Lu Wushuang gasped in surprise at the scalding heat; it felt like her skin was about to peel off. But she didn't back down. Instead, she bent down, opened her arms, and tightly embraced Yang Guo's burning hot body.

The cool skin pressed against Yang Guo's body.

Yang Guo was acting entirely on instinct at this moment. The extreme heat made him desperately crave coolness.

Feeling a soft, cool body in his arms, Yang Guo suddenly tightened his arms, pulling Lu Wushuang close and rolling over to pin her beneath him.

Lu Wushuang slammed her back against the bed board, wincing in pain.

Yang Guo's eyes were bloodshot, devoid of any reason. He lowered his head and kissed Lu Wushuang's lips directly. The action was rough and savage, filled with extremely strong aggression.

Lu Wushuang did not resist; she wrapped her arms around Yang Guo's neck and took the initiative to meet him.

The pure yin energy of a virgin plays a significant role at this time.

Lu Wushuang scratched several bloody marks on Yang Guo's back with her fingernails.

A string of tears slid down her cheeks, but she clenched her teeth and didn't make a sound.

The Kanli Technique began to operate on its own within Yang Guo's body.

The pure Yin energy within Lu Wushuang's body continuously flowed into Yang Guo's body.

This yin energy was extremely pure, and it rushed directly into Yang Guo's dantian, which was about to explode.

The rampant pure yang energy encountered its nemesis and began to be calmed down little by little.

The circulation speed of the positive and negative true qi gradually slowed down, returning to a rhythm that the Kanli Technique could control.

The crimson color on Yang Guo's body began to fade slowly, and his body temperature also dropped.

The rampaging internal energy was restored and transformed into extremely powerful innate internal force, nourishing the damaged meridians.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The crisis within Yang Guo's body was completely resolved, his breathing became steady, and an extremely smooth and comfortable feeling came from his meridians.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The room was dimly lit. Yang Guo realized that he was pressing down on someone.

I looked down.

Lu Wushuang's face was streaked with tears, her hair was disheveled, and she was staring at him with wide eyes.

The two were in an extremely intimate position, and Lu Wushuang's fair skin was covered with red marks.

Yang Guo's mind went blank for a moment, and he instantly came to his senses.

Why is this girl in her own bed? And naked?

"You..." Yang Guo opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, unsure of what to say.

Lu Wushuang saw Yang Guo regain his senses and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes. Then she raised her hand and slapped Yang Guo across the face.

A crisp snap.

This slap wasn't delivered with internal force; it wasn't heavy, but it was extremely crisp.

"You bastard, you big liar!" Lu Wushuang cursed, her voice trembling with tears.

Yang Guo was stunned by the beating.

He nearly died from a qi deviation, only to wake up and find himself having slept with his personal maid and even getting slapped. This plot development was completely beyond his expectations.

"How did I lie to you?" Yang Guo propped himself up.

Lu Wushuang reached out and touched the scar on Yang Guo's left chest.

"Back in Jiaxing's Lu Family Manor, the fool who took that sword for me from the great demon, was it you?" Lu Wushuang looked directly into Yang Guo's eyes, her tone extremely serious.

Yang Guo looked down at his chest.

It turns out this scar was the culprit.

The original owner did indeed save Lu Wushuang at Lu Family Village back then, and Yang Guo knew this when he transmigrated and received the memories.

But he never mentioned it, after all, he didn't do it himself, and Yang Guo still felt it was a bit shameless to ask for credit for something someone else had done.

Unexpectedly, today, when I went into a state of demonic possession and my clothes were torn open, this girl recognized me instead.

Yang Guo grinned, reached out and grabbed Lu Wushuang's hand, then kissed it.

"It was me. Your master was lucky; the great demon's sword didn't pierce his heart, so the King of Hell didn't take me," Yang Guo readily admitted.

Upon hearing the affirmative answer, Lu Wushuang's tears flowed again.

She hugged Yang Guo's neck tightly with both hands, buried her face in the crook of Yang Guo's neck, and cried loudly.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner... I always thought you were dead... I had nightmares every night, dreaming that you were lying on the ground covered in blood..." Lu Wushuang cried so hard she could barely breathe, venting all the grievances and guilt she had accumulated over the years.

Yang Guo wrapped his arms around Lu Wushuang's slender waist and gently patted her back.

This girl usually looks like a hedgehog, but she has such deep feelings hidden in her heart.

"What's the use of telling you earlier? So you'd be grateful to me and offer yourself in return?" Yang Guo teased her deliberately.

Lu Wushuang raised her head, her eyes red, and glared at Yang Guo.

"Haven't I already given myself to you?" Lu Wushuang said through gritted teeth. "You were acting like a madman just now, you almost killed me."

Yang Guo then realized the current state of their relationship.

Lu Wushuang lay obediently in his arms, and Yang Guo's heart burned with rage.

My sudden qi deviation was purely driven by instinct; I didn't experience any real sensation.

Now that the crisis is over, and he has such a beautiful and delicate woman in his arms, who is also his devoted benefactor, how could he let her go?

"That was treating someone, it doesn't count." Yang Guo's hand slid down Lu Wushuang's back, stopping at her pert curves and giving them a firm squeeze.

Lu Wushuang trembled, her cheeks instantly turning bright red.

"What are you doing... your injuries haven't healed yet..." Lu Wushuang's breathing became rapid, and she tried to push Yang Guo away.

"So what?"

Yang Guo lowered his head, leaned close to Lu Wushuang's ear, and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Let's get to know each other again, Miss Lu. This sect leader is about to officially exercise the authority of the master."

After saying that, Yang Guo exerted force from his waist and began a new round of conquering cities and territories.

Lu Wushuang cried out in surprise, gripping the bedsheets tightly with both hands until her knuckles turned white.

Once again, a sound that made one blush and their heart race filled the room. The wooden bed protested with extreme force.

The Kanli Technique circulated within their bodies, with Yin and Yang complementing each other, and true energy flowing endlessly.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, Yang Guo finally stopped to rest.

Lu Wushuang was completely limp, without even the strength to lift a finger, and curled up in Yang Guo's arms like a docile kitten.

Yang Guo pulled the blanket over the two of them and sighed contentedly.

"From now on, you are not allowed to call me master. Call me husband." Yang Guo pinched Lu Wushuang's nose.

"No, I prefer to call you Master!"