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

Little Dragon Girl carried Yang Guo, while Huang Rong carried Lu Wushuang on her shoulder. The two of them darted through the woods at high speed, heading straight for the ancient tomb in the back mountain.

The night wind blew, the leaves rustled, and Yang Guo leaned against Xiaolongnu's chest, his breathing extremely weak, his body temperature slowly fading away.

Little Dragon Girl moved with incredible speed, displaying the lightness skill of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra to its fullest extent.

Although Huang Rong was injured and carrying someone, which slowed her down a bit, she gritted her teeth and kept up with the others.

Before long, the group arrived at the entrance to the ancient tomb.

Little Dragon Girl reached out and pressed the mechanism on the stone wall. The heavy stone door made a "crackling" sound and slowly opened to both sides.

There was no light in the ancient tomb, only endless darkness and a perpetually chilly atmosphere.

After entering the ancient tomb, Xiaolongnu led the way, while Huang Rong placed Lu Wushuang on a stone bed in a side room. She then turned around and followed Xiaolongnu, heading straight for the deepest tomb chamber containing the cold jade bed.

In the center of the tomb chamber was a long, narrow piece of cold jade, a treasure of the Ancient Tomb Sect, which emanated a visible white chill.

Xiaolongnu gently laid Yang Guo on the cold jade bed. As soon as he touched the bed, his body trembled uncontrollably.

The biting cold seeped into the body through the pores, the blood flow in the meridians suddenly slowed down, and the life force that was rapidly draining away was forcibly frozen, and a thin layer of white frost formed on the pale face.

Huang Rong walked to the bedside and reached out to check Yang Guo's breathing. She saw that he was taking in very little air and exhaling even more weakly.

The old Taoist priest once said that once the lower dantian is shattered, one must use the middle dantian (Crimson Palace) as a cauldron and the upper dantian (Mud Pill) as a furnace, and this must be guided by extremely pure internal energy.

Huang Rong looked at Xiaolongnu, and the two gazed at each other silently across the cold jade bed.

"We need to be of one mind and have no ulterior motives whatsoever."

Huang Rong said in a deep voice. Xiaolongnu nodded slightly. She didn't care about any other thoughts. She only had one thought in her mind: to keep Yang Guo alive.

The two women removed their outer garments, leaving only their undergarments.

Huang Rong wore a pink bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, while Xiaolongnu wore a white silk undergarment.

They climbed onto the jade bed, one on each side, and sat cross-legged beside Yang Guo.

The temperature of the cold jade bed was extremely low. As soon as Huang Rong sat down, her teeth started chattering involuntarily. Xiao Longnv, who had been practicing her skills here for many years, was already used to it.

"Let's begin." Little Dragon Girl stretched out her right hand and placed it firmly on Yang Guo's left chest, specifically the Jianggong acupoint.

Huang Rong also extended her left hand and pressed it against Yang Guo's brow.

The two closed their eyes at the same time and began to circulate their internal energy.

Xiaolongnu cultivated the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, resulting in extremely yin and cold true energy; Huang Rong cultivated the Nine Yin Manual, resulting in balanced and harmonious true energy.

Two completely different internal energies flowed down their arms and slowly entered Yang Guo's body.

Although Yang Guo's eyes were closed, he was still relatively conscious, and he could clearly feel two warm currents coming from his chest and between his eyebrows.

Once the Qi enters the meridians, it begins to circulate slowly according to the method taught by the old Taoist priest.

The first step in reshaping the dantian is to open up a new sea of ​​qi at the Jianggong and Niwan points, which is a dangerous move that goes against the common sense of martial arts.

The Crimson Palace and the Niwan Palace are so fragile that Yang Guo would explode and die if he was not careful.

When Xiaolongnu's true energy reached Jiang Palace, it encountered severe blockage of the meridians. For every inch the true energy advanced, Yang Guo had to endure excruciating pain that was unbearable for ordinary people.

His forehead veins bulged, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, but he desperately tried to keep quiet, afraid of disturbing the two women's concentration.

At the same time, Huang Rong's true energy swirled within her Niwan Palace. She carefully controlled the amount of true energy, gradually widening the fragile meridians there.

The three of them were completely intertwined at that moment.

Huang Rong could clearly sense the coldness and determination in Xiaolongnu's true energy, and Xiaolongnu could also sense the depth and anxiety in Huang Rong's true energy.

For Yang Guo's sake, these two women, who were originally wary of each other, achieved a true fusion of their vital energies at this moment.

Time passed slowly, and the chill on the jade bed grew increasingly intense.

Yang Guo's old meridians were being torn apart inch by inch, and new channels of true qi were slowly taking shape.

This process was extremely long and perilous. Blood seeped from Yang Guo's seven orifices again, but as soon as the blood flowed out, it was frozen into scabs by the cold air.

He felt as if his body had been cleaved in two, one half burning wildly in the flames, the other half immersed in icy water.

The old Taoist priest's teachings were extremely domineering, abandoning the gentle path of restoration and directly using extremely violent methods to demolish dilapidated houses and forcibly rebuild high-rise buildings on the ruins.

Suddenly, Yang Guo's body trembled violently, and the true energy within his Crimson Palace showed signs of going berserk. Xiaolongnu's suppression suddenly became somewhat ineffective.

Huang Rong keenly sensed the anomaly below and immediately diverted a portion of her true energy, sending it down Yang Guo's Ren meridian to support Xiaolongnu.

The two streams of true energy converged in the Crimson Palace, forcefully suppressing the rampaging true energy.

Yang Guo suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his breathing calmed down a little.

They barely managed to get through the first hurdle. The long process of nurturing and reshaping that followed allowed no room for error. The two dared not slack off in the slightest and continued to output their inner strength continuously.

Meanwhile, outside the ancient tomb, a red figure was rapidly moving through the night.

Li Mochou was in a cave near the ancient tomb. Tonight, the sounds of battle from Chongyang Palace were deafening, and she could hear them clearly from the cave entrance.

Fearing for Yang Guo's safety, she secretly made her way to the entrance of the ancient tomb under the cover of night.

Coincidentally, the stone door of the ancient tomb was not completely closed, leaving a gap. It seems that Xiaolongnu was in such a hurry to save people that she did not have time to seal the door completely.

Li Mochou squeezed into the ancient tomb through the gap. She knew the terrain here very well, so she tiptoed deeper into the tomb.

After passing through several dark passageways, she suddenly heard a faint breathing sound. Li Mochou followed the sound into a side room, where she saw Lu Wushuang lying unconscious on the stone bed, her face covered in blood.

Although she was surprised and didn't understand why Lu Wushuang would appear here, she was preoccupied with Yang Guo's image and didn't pay much attention to it. She continued to explore deeper until she arrived at the entrance of the Cold Jade Bed Tomb Chamber.

There were no lights in the tomb, but by the faint white light emanating from the jade bed, Li Mochou was finally able to see the scene inside.

Yang Guo lay flat on the cold jade bed, his body covered in blood, his pale face covered in frost.

Both Xiaolongnu and Huang Rong were dressed in thin clothes, standing close to Yang Guo on his left and right, their palms pressed against his acupoints, and a thick white mist enveloped them.

Li Mochou froze on the spot. She could tell at a glance that Huang Rong and Xiaolongnu were using their internal energy to heal Yang Guo, and that this healing method was extremely dangerous and could not be disturbed in the slightest.

She remained silent, and did not rush forward, knowing full well that she had no internal energy left and could not help at all. She could only lean silently against the stone door of the tomb chamber and gaze quietly at Yang Guo on the bed.

His pale face broke her heart; this man always had the habit of shouldering the most dangerous burdens.

He once risked his life to save her; now, injured like this, he must be doing it to protect the Quanzhen Sect.

Thinking of this, Li Mochou bit her lip tightly, and her eyes welled up with tears.