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

The room was dimly lit, and Yang Guo subconsciously grasped the pure Yin energy within Lu Wushuang's body.

The energy circulation path of the Kanli Technique connected within the two individuals to form a large cycle, and the practice of true qi in both directions found a balance under the harmonization of pure yin energy.

Yang Guo closed his eyes tightly, and his breathing became extremely long.

Lu Wushuang wanted to speak, but found that she couldn't open her mouth at all. Her internal energy had been drawn by Yang Guo and was slowly flowing through her meridians.

This is an extremely deep state of meditation.

Everyone in the martial arts world knows that when a person enters a deep seclusion and reaches a critical juncture, there must be absolutely no disturbance from the outside world.

If someone forcibly interrupts, the true energy will run rampant in the meridians, Yang Guo will surely explode and die, and Lu Wushuang's meridians will be severed, with no chance of survival.

The two remained motionless in their embrace, their inner energy continuously flowing through their meridians, repairing the damage caused by their previous qi deviation.

The night outside was deep.

At the entrance of an abandoned secret passage on the back mountain of Chongyang Palace, the weeds had been cleared away from the outside, and Zhao Zhijing peeked out and looked around.

After confirming that no one was around, he turned and beckoned into the tunnel. Several strangely dressed Mongolian shaman assassins emerged from the tunnel.

Zhao Zhijing bent over and walked up to the bald shaman who was leading the group, his face full of fawning smiles.

"My lord, we have entered the back mountain of Chongyang Palace. The sect leader's courtyard is not far ahead."

Zhao Zhijing lowered his voice, his tone ingratiating, and pointed to the building in front of him, continuing to boast, "I know all the hidden sentries here. Those Taoist priests are all reading in the Sutra Repository right now; there's not a soul in sight here."

The bald shaman snorted and replied in broken Chinese, "You better not be lying to me. If anything goes wrong, the Khan's scimitar will be the first to chop off your head."

Zhao Zhijing nodded and bowed repeatedly: "Don't worry, sir. That little beast Yang Guo is only of average strength. You can just go in and hack him to death. As long as the Quanzhen Sect is leaderless, it will be in the hands of the Great Mongol Empire. At that time, I would like to ask you to put in a good word for me with the prince. I am the only one who can truly command respect for the position of leader of the Quanzhen Sect."

In his quest for the position of sect leader, Zhao Zhijing had already abandoned all moral principles.

He fawned over the Mongols to the extreme, but turned around and was extremely vicious towards his fellow disciples.

He was thinking that as long as Yang Guo died, the Quanzhen Sect would be thrown into chaos, and he could use the power of the Mongols to return to Chongyang Palace. Those old bones like Hao Datong would not be able to stop him at all.

The bald shaman ignored Zhao Zhijing and waved for his men to follow.

Under the cover of night, the group made their way to Yang Guo's courtyard gate.

Zhao Zhijing pointed to the wooden door and said in a low voice, "Sir, that little beast is inside. The door isn't locked; we can just kick it open."

The bald shaman drew his curved sword and gestured to the four assassins behind him. The four assassins immediately drew their poison-coated weapons, preparing to forcefully kick down the door.

Just then, a green bamboo staff silently emerged from the darkness, aiming directly at the Tanzhong acupoint on the chest of the assassin at the front.

The assassin collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound. Huang Rong emerged from the shadows of the courtyard wall, holding her dog-beating stick and blocking the doorway.

She had already left, but worried that Yang Guo might mess up his practice of the Nine Yin Manual, she stayed in the shadows to protect him. Unexpectedly, she was met with an uninvited guest.

When Zhao Zhijing saw who it was, he was so frightened that he took two steps back and exclaimed in surprise, "Madam Guo?" He couldn't understand why the leader of the Beggars' Sect would appear here in the middle of the night.

Huang Rong stared coldly at Zhao Zhijing and rebuked him, "Zhao Zhijing, as a senior disciple of the Quanzhen Sect and a grand-disciple of Patriarch Chongyang, it's bad enough that you fight for power and frame your fellow disciples within the sect, but today you shamelessly act as a guide for the Mongols, leading foreign enemies to assassinate the Quanzhen Sect Leader! Do you really want to completely disgrace the Quanzhen Sect's century-old reputation?"

Seeing that his scheme had been exposed, Zhao Zhijing decided to stop hiding. He straightened his back and sneered, "Madam Guo, don't try to intimidate me with Patriarch Chongyang! That little beast Yang Guo, relying on his superior martial arts, cut off my source of income and even stole my position as sect leader. The Quanzhen Sect has long been a mess. My allegiance to the Great Mongol Empire is a wise choice. A wise person knows when to yield. The Mongol cavalry is invincible, and the Quanzhen Sect will have to submit sooner or later."

Zhao Zhijing's gaze roamed brazenly over Huang Rong, his words growing increasingly shameless: "In the middle of the night, instead of guarding your foolish husband in Xiangyang, you've come to Zhongnan Mountain to guard Yang Guo's gate. While Master Guo is risking his life in Xiangyang, you're here having a secret rendezvous with a lecherous man! If you know what's good for you, get out of the way right now, or I'll kill you both tonight!"

Huang Rong laughed in anger, slamming her Dog-Beating Stick down heavily: "Your mouth is too foul! Today I will clean house for the Quanzhen Sect."

The bald shaman couldn't understand what the two were babbling about. Seeing his subordinate killed, he was furious and mumbled something in Mongolian.

The remaining three assassins brandished their weapons and pounced on Huang Rong in unison.

These shaman assassins employ extremely bizarre martial arts techniques, wielding mostly daggers and iron hooks coated with poison, their attacks aimed at vital points.

Huang Rong unleashed her Dog-Beating Staff Technique, the bamboo staff transforming into a green blur in front of her. With a few exquisite staff techniques, such as "Sowing Discord" and "A Vicious Dog Blocking the Way," she instantly forced the three assassins back several steps.

Huang Rong could have used her light-footed skills to fight these people. Her movements were extremely agile, and these assassins couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes.

But she couldn't retreat; behind her was the door to Yang Guo's secluded meditation room, and Yang Guo was in an extremely dangerous situation.

If she dodges, the assassin will break down the door and rush in.

If the sounds of fighting and breaking down the door outside were to reach inside, Yang Guo would inevitably suffer a qi deviation.

In order not to disturb the people inside the house, Huang Rong had to abandon her hit-and-run fighting style.

Her feet were rooted to the ground, firmly nailed to the bluestone slab in front of the door.

When the assassin's weapon came at her, she could only parry it head-on with her bamboo staff.

The bamboo staff struck the iron object with a dull thud, and two forces emanated from the bamboo staff, dissipating the assassin's strength with a single pull and release.

Huang Rong possessed profound internal strength. Her several direct clashes caused the three assassins' hands to go numb, but she herself was also experiencing a surge of qi and blood.

This fighting style consumes the most internal energy and completely violates the essence of the Dog-Beating Stick Technique—its agility and versatility.

The bald shaman saw Huang Rong's concerns and immediately sneered, pulling out three poisoned darts with barbs from his waist.

Zhao Zhijing, meanwhile, hid behind and launched a sneak attack. He drew his longsword and, seizing an opening in Huang Rong's moves, thrust it at her lower body.

He continued to hurl insults, saying, "Madam Guo, you're so shameless in protecting this little beast! Once I kill you, I'll hang your corpse in front of Chongyang Palace so the whole world can see the true face of the Beggar Clan leader!"

Huang Rong pressed down with her bamboo staff, using the move "Squeezing the Dog's Back" to deflect the assassin's dagger. Immediately afterward, she delivered a flying kick with her left leg, striking Zhao Zhijing's wrist squarely. Zhao Zhijing's longsword slipped from his hand, and he screamed as he clutched his wrist and staggered backward.

Taking advantage of the moment, the bald shaman raised his hand and fired three poisoned darts in three directions. Two of them were aimed at Huang Rong's face and chest, while the third went straight for the wooden door and window behind Huang Rong.

Huang Rong was terrified. If the poisoned dart broke through the window and flew into the room, it would surely alert Yang Guo.

Ignoring the poisoned darts aimed at her, she forcefully shifted her body to the side and swung her bamboo cane to knock down the dart that was aimed at the window.

At this moment, the other two poisoned darts were already close by. Huang Rong reached out with her left hand and grabbed one of them using a grappling technique.

However, the last poisoned dart still grazed her left shoulder, tearing her pale yellow clothes and leaving a bloody mark on her fair skin.

Although the wound was small, the blood that flowed out was purplish-black, and a strong tingling and numb sensation instantly spread throughout the left side of the body.

The dart is highly poisonous!

Huang Rong gritted her teeth and mustered her inner strength. With her left hand, she pressed several acupoints around her left shoulder, forming a sword shape, to stop the spread of the poisonous blood.

However, the poison was extremely potent. Huang Rong swayed twice, then knelt on one knee, using her right hand to firmly support herself on the ground with the Dog-Beating Stick, which prevented her from falling.

Seeing Huang Rong poisoned, the bald shaman laughed and shouted in Mandarin, "You've been poisoned by desert snake venom! You won't live more than half an hour! Charge in and cut off Yang Guo's head!"

Three assassins pounced again. Huang Rong bit her lip tightly, forcing herself to stand up. She held her bamboo staff horizontally in front of her chest, not retreating an inch, for she knew that if she fell, Yang Guo would surely die.

Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang inside the house were completely unaware of what was happening outside; their dual cultivation had reached its most crucial moment.

The speed of the Kanli Technique reached its peak, and the Nine Yin True Qi practiced in both the orthodox and reverse directions, under the harmonization of pure Yin Qi, finally merged perfectly together in the Dantian.

The originally violent true energy transformed into an extremely pure and profound innate internal force, circulating through the eight extraordinary meridians and continuously repairing the damaged internal organs.

Yang Guo's cultivation level underwent a qualitative leap, going directly from the early stage of the Innate Realm to the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm, and his internal energy became more refined.

Yang Guo slowly opened his eyes, his eyes bright as stars.

He exhaled a long breath, and the air swirled in the dimly lit room.

Lu Wushuang also opened her eyes and felt her body filled with true energy, which instantly swept away her fatigue.

Yang Guo released his grip on Lu Wushuang and grabbed the Taoist robe from the head of the bed, draping it over his shoulders.

He had just finished practicing, and his senses were extremely sharp. He could clearly hear the sounds of weapons clashing in the courtyard and Huang Rong's suppressed breathing.

Yang Guo was furious. Huang Rong was fighting with someone outside, and judging from the sound, she was obviously injured.

He threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, not even bothering to put on his shoes, and strode barefoot toward the door.

Upon seeing this, Lu Wushuang quickly pulled her clothes over her body to cover herself.

The door was suddenly pulled open.

The scene in the courtyard enraged Yang Guo: Huang Rong's left side was stained black with poisonous blood, and she was swaying precariously, yet she still stood firmly in front of the door, while three assassins' daggers were slashing fiercely at her head!