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

Yang Guo's eyes widened, his anger rising to his head.

Huang Rong's left side had turned completely purplish-black, and she was swaying precariously as the three Mongol assassins' daggers were about to strike her.

Yang Guo didn't bother to put on shoes, stepping barefoot on the bluestone slab, his newly fused Nine Yin Manual circulating at full speed.

He leaped out of the room with tremendous speed, blocking Huang Rong's path before the short sword could fall.

The assassin at the front saw someone rush out and slashed down with his short sword.

Yang Guo dodged the blade to the side, clenched his right fist, channeled his Nine Yin Manual energy, and punched the assassin in the ribs.

With a few sharp cracks, the man broke several ribs, fell backward, and crashed to the ground, coughing up blood. It was clear he was going to die.

Seeing their companion killed, the other two assassins yelled and attacked from both sides, their short swords aimed straight for Yang Guo's waist.

Yang Guo had just emerged from seclusion, and his internal energy was not yet fully stabilized, so he dared not take the poisoned weapon head-on.

He used his Golden Goose Skill to leap several feet into the air, dodging the two short knives.

While in mid-air, he swept his left leg out and kicked the assassin on the left in the shoulder.

The man screamed in agony, and the dagger fell to the ground.

After landing, Yang Guo rolled over, picked up the short knife from the ground, and flicked it back. The assassin on the right was unable to dodge in time, and his thigh was slashed open, causing him to fall to the ground.

Yang Guo showed no mercy, stepping forward and stabbing the assassin on the left in the chest. After pulling out the sword, he threw it backhand, the tip of which precisely pierced the throat of the assassin on the right.

Seeing that things were not going well, the bald shaman cursed incoherently, grabbed at his waist with both hands, and threw out six poisoned darts, covering Yang Guo from the top, middle and bottom.

The poisoned dart came with great speed, and Yang Guo dared not be careless. He tore off his outer garment and waved it forcefully in front of him.

With the infusion of true energy, his clothes became like a shield, knocking away all six poisoned darts.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the shaman drew his curved sword from his waist, howled, and pounced forward. His swordsmanship was extremely fierce, and he fought desperately with every move.

Yang Guo, unarmed, could only use his Toad Stance to dodge and weave through the flashing blades. After exchanging more than a dozen blows, Yang Guo seized an opening in the shaman's moves, deflected the back of the blade with his left hand, and extended his right index finger to press on an acupoint on the shaman's wrist holding the knife.

The shaman's wrist went numb, and the scimitar slipped from his hand. Yang Guo immediately changed his fingers into a palm, gathering all of his Yin Yang True Qi in his palm, and slammed it solidly into the shaman's chest.

The shaman staggered back seven or eight steps, spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsed to the ground, convulsed a few times, and then died.

Zhao Zhijing, who was hiding at the very back, was terrified when he saw the entire Mongol army wiped out. He turned ashen-faced and scrambled out of the courtyard.

Yang Guo gathered his strength and gave chase, quickly blocking Zhao Zhijing's path in a few leaps. Zhao Zhijing couldn't stop in time and crashed into Yang Guo, who grabbed him by the back of his collar and slammed him onto the bluestone slab.

Zhao Zhijing was dazed and confused after the fall. He knocked out two of his front teeth, his mouth was full of blood, and he turned over and knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Master Yang, spare me! Headmaster Yang, spare me! It was all these Mongols who forced me to do this! I had nowhere else to go, and they forced me to lead the way!" Zhao Zhijing cried out, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Yang Guo, still furious, shouted angrily, "You traitor of Quanzhen Sect, expelled from the sect long ago, yet you remain incorrigible, daring to bring Mongol barbarians to Chongyang Palace to act so presumptuously!"

With that, he raised his foot and crushed it forcefully on Zhao Zhijing's right knee. The sound of bones cracking rang out, and Zhao Zhijing let out a scream, writhing on the ground in pain.

Yang Guo didn't stop, kicking Zhao Zhijing's other leg and both arms in succession. With all four limbs broken, Zhao Zhijing became a cripple, only able to lie on the ground groaning in pain.

Yang Guo turned and walked towards Huang Rong. At this moment, Huang Rong was already suffering from the effects of the poison, and her internal energy was exhausted. She could no longer hold on and her body went limp as she was about to fall.

He rushed forward and opened his arms to embrace Huang Rong.

There was a two-inch-long wound on her left shoulder, from which the blood was purplish-black. The poison had spread along her meridians toward her heart. Her lips were purple, and her breathing had become very weak.

Yang Guo was heartbroken. He picked Huang Rong up and carried her into the house.

Inside the room, Lu Wushuang had already put on the pale yellow short shirt and was standing by the bed in a daze. When she saw Yang Guo carrying a woman covered in blood in, she was immediately startled.

"Make the bed clean! Go fetch a basin of clean water! Get a clean cloth!" Yang Guo ordered loudly.

Lu Wushuang didn't dare to delay. She quickly tore off the blood-stained sheets from the bed and threw them on the ground, laid out a clean mat, and then turned and ran to the small kitchen to fetch water.

Yang Guo gently laid Huang Rong on the bed. Huang Rong's body was cold, and she trembled uncontrollably.

He reached out and untied Huang Rong's sash, pulling open her pale yellow dress to reveal a pink bodice and her fair shoulders.

The wound was located a little below the left shoulder socket, and the surrounding flesh was rotten and blackened.

Yang Guo leaned close to the wound, lowered his head, and sucked hard on a small piece of flesh, drawing a mouthful of purplish-black poisonous blood into his mouth.

He turned and spat the poisoned blood onto the ground, then sucked it in again. He sucked in more than a dozen times until the blood he sucked out turned bright red before he stopped.

Then, he reached out and pried open Huang Rong's mouth, stuffed two of his usual self-defense antidote pills into her mouth, took a sip of the cold tea on the table, and then fed the pills to Huang Rong mouth-to-mouth.

At this moment, Lu Wushuang ran in carrying a basin of clean water and a clean cotton cloth in her hand.

"Clean the area around the wound." Yang Guo stepped aside.

Lu Wushuang soaked and wrung out a towel, then carefully wiped the bloodstains from Huang Rong's left shoulder.

Her heart was pounding. She wondered if Sister Rong had heard what she and Yang Guo had done.

After cleaning the wound, Yang Guo took off his shoes and got into bed, sitting cross-legged behind Huang Rong. He helped Huang Rong sit up straight and placed his hands on her Lingtai acupoint on her back.

The newly fused Yin-Yang True Qi within his body was slowly released, possessing both the fierce power of pure Yang and the gentleness of pure Yin.

The true energy entered Huang Rong's body, traveled along the meridians, and gradually forced out the remaining toxins.

As her inner energy circulated, wisps of black energy emerged from Huang Rong's wounds.

Half an hour later, the purplish-black color of Huang Rong's lips gradually faded, returning to normal color, and her breathing became steady and strong.

Yang Guo withdrew his hands and exhaled a long breath.

The venom of this desert snake is extremely potent. If he hadn't cultivated his internal energy to the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm today, greatly improving the quality of his true qi, he might not have been able to expel all the venom.

He helped Huang Rong lie down and pulled the blanket over her.

Lu Wushuang stood by the bed, holding the basin of blood that had turned black, unsure whether to leave or stay.

"Take the water out and empty it, then get some hot water. I need to wash my hands," Yang Guo instructed.

Lu Wushuang nodded and carried the basin of water outside.

Yang Guo sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at Huang Rong's exquisite face. She was fast asleep, her brow relaxed. Yang Guo reached out and tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear.

Huang Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly twice, and she slowly opened her eyes, her vision initially a little blurry.

After seeing that it was Yang Guo sitting by the bed, she breathed a long sigh of relief, and her tense nerves completely relaxed.

"Guo'er," Huang Rong said softly, her voice weak.

Yang Guo took Huang Rong's hand, kissed it, and said softly, "Sister Rong, you're so silly. It's so dangerous outside, why did you insist on guarding the door? If something had happened to you, I would never forgive myself for the rest of my life." His tone was full of lingering fear and heartache.

Huang Rong grasped Yang Guo's hand in return, gently scratching his palm with her fingers, and said softly, "I heard something amiss inside, and I know you've reached a crucial point in your training. If those people rush in, you'll definitely suffer a qi deviation. It's only right that I protect my man."

Yang Guo's eyes welled up with tears.

This woman is usually aloof and powerful, the imposing leader of the Beggars' Sect, but when faced with a life-or-death situation, she was willing to risk her own life for him. Her affection for him is truly profound.

He bent down and kissed Huang Rong on the forehead: "Don't do that again. I'll take care of anything, no matter how big the problem is."