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

The cold jade bed emitted a chilling white mist, which swirled and intertwined in mid-air.

Yang Guo lay flat on the center of the bed, his face pale.

Huang Rong sat to his left, Xiaolongnu sat to his right, and Li Mochou sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed.

All three women removed their outer garments.

Huang Rong was wearing only a pink mandarin duck-patterned bodice, the silk soaked with sweat, the fabric clinging tightly to her full curves.

Little Dragon Girl was wearing a white undergarment, with a large expanse of snow-white skin exposed at the neckline.

Li Mochou was only wearing a thin inner garment, her chest rising and falling slightly.

The three men placed their palms on different acupoints on Yang Guo, and their internal energy flowed continuously into his meridians.

Huang Rong's left arm was suspended in mid-air, her wrist maintained at a fixed angle, and her palm pressed firmly against Yang Guo's Niwan Palace.

The internal energy of the Nine Yin Manual rose from her dantian, passed through the Tanzhong acupoint, flowed along the meridians of her arm to her palm, and then slowly entered Yang Guo's brow.

Sweat had already soaked her temples, and a few strands clung to her cheeks, but she didn't use her right hand to brush them away. Instead, she placed her right hand flat on her knee to maintain her balance.

The straps of her pink bodice were tied behind her fair neck, swaying gently with her even breathing.

Huang Rong looked up at Li Mochou opposite her.

This female demon was willing to suffer internal injuries to break through her acupoints. Huang Rong secretly wondered what methods Guo'er had used to make the Red Serpent Fairy so devoted to her.

This little thief has far too many romantic entanglements; he needs to be disciplined properly in the future. But saving lives is the priority right now, so she focused her attention and concentrated on guiding her inner energy.

Xiaolongnu sat to Yang Guo's right, expressionless. She wore a white undergarment, and the white mist emanating from the jade bed condensed into a thin layer of frost on her collar. She had long suspected that Li Mochou had followed them all the way; as long as she could save Yang Guo, sect feuds were insignificant. She activated the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra to its fullest extent, placing her hands on Yang Guo's chest, using her extremely cold true energy to protect his cervix and prevent the violent force from destroying his heart meridian.

Li Mochou sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed, her insteps pressed against the icy jade, her upper body leaning forward, her hands tightly gripping Yang Guo's feet.

The Yongquan acupoint is a vital point in the human body. She forcibly reversed the internal force of the Red Serpent Palm, transforming it into pure Yin Qi.

This reversal process put a great strain on her meridians, and blood kept seeping from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her thin undergarment and staining a large area of ​​the fabric red.

She ignored her injuries, her eyes fixed on Yang Guo's face. As long as this man lived, she was willing to pay any price.

Yang Guo's breathing gradually became steady. He closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually awakened from the chaos.

He sensed the movement within his body; new Qi Seas were being opened in the Crimson Palace and the Niwan Palace, and three streams of true Qi were converging in his meridians.

Huang Rong's true energy was thick and peaceful, Xiaolongnu's true energy was extremely cold and yin, and the other true energy was gentle and long. Yang Guo was very familiar with this true energy.

Technician Li has arrived.

Yang Guo thought to himself, this three-player ranked match is really a high-level game.

The old Taoist priest's method was so insightful about men. These three women would usually fight it out when they met, but today, in order to save him, they were able to sit on the same bed and coexist peacefully.

I guess I've turned misfortune into blessing. This welfare bureau could fill ten chapters in an online novel.

But he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids. He could only grit his teeth and circulate his energy to guide the three streams of true qi to reshape his dantian.

With each step forward of his inner energy, a tearing pain shot through his internal organs. He gritted his teeth, trying not to make a sound.

In the side room, the stone bed was hard and cold.

Lu Wushuang lay on it, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and slowly opened her eyes.

The view was of a dark, gray stone ceiling; my throat felt dry and tight; and a sharp pain shot through my chest.

The Golden Wheel Monk's attack injured her internal organs.

She propped herself up on the stone slab with her hands, rubbed her throbbing forehead, and glanced around.

This is an ancient tomb. She remembered that she had fainted on the back mountain of Chongyang Palace, and it was Huang Rong and Xiaolongnu who brought her here.

What about Yang Guo?

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth. That bastard sect leader was so badly injured, was he dead or not?

She straightened up, leaning against the stone wall, and felt a sharp pain in her left leg. She limped away.

The passageway was dimly lit, with moss growing on the stone walls, and water droplets seeping from the cracks in the rocks, making a crisp sound as they dripped onto the ground.

Lu Wushuang walked slowly along the stone wall, trying not to make any noise.

The temperature inside the ancient tomb was extremely low, and a faint light shone out from the front, so she followed the light.

After turning two corners, the light grew brighter and brighter. That was the tomb chamber where the Jade Bed was located.

Lu Wushuang walked to the outside of the tomb chamber, hid behind the stone door, and peeked inside with half her head out. The sight before her made her freeze in place.

White steam billowed on the cold jade bed, with Yang Guo lying in the center, surrounded by three disheveled women.

She recognized Huang Rong and Xiaolongnu, but who was the woman at the foot of the bed wearing only a thin undergarment?

Lu Wushuang opened her eyes wide and stared intently at the woman's profile.

She would recognize those eyebrows, those expressions, even if they turned to ashes!

Li Mochou! The Red Serpent Fairy Li Mochou who killed her entire family and crippled her!

Lu Wushuang even stopped breathing.

What's Li Mochou doing here? And why is this female demon healing Yang Guo's wounds?

Lu Wushuang's mind was in complete chaos.

Yang Guo was the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, Huang Rong was the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and Xiaolongnü was the successor of the Ancient Tomb Sect. How could these three people get involved with Li Mochou, a public enemy of the martial arts world?

Lu Wushuang reached for her waist with her right hand, where there was a sheathed dagger that Yang Guo had given her.

With her enemy right in front of her, Li Mochou was closing her eyes and circulating her internal energy to heal her injuries, completely unprepared.

If I just rush over and plunge a knife into her heart, I'll have avenged my great grudge.

Lu Wushuang stood behind the stone gate, her right hand gripping the hilt of a dagger tightly, the patterns on the hilt digging into her palm.

She swallowed hard, her Adam's apple bobbing, and a wave of soreness washed over her left leg; her limp prevented her from standing for long periods.

She shifted her weight to her right leg, leaned against the stone wall, and stared intently at Li Mochou at the foot of the cold jade bed.

Li Mochou closed her eyes, her eyelashes frosted with a thin layer of white mist.

Suddenly, the horrific scene of the massacre of the Lu family in Lu Village flashed through Lu Wushuang's mind: flames burning half the sky, screams echoing in her ears. It was a nightmare that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Lu Wushuang drew his dagger, the blade scraping against the scabbard with a very slight scraping sound.

She took half a step forward, her left foot landing on the bluestone slab of the tomb. If she took just ten more steps, she could plunge the dagger into Li Mochou's heart.

She glanced at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo lay on the cold jade bed, his face paler than white paper, and his chest rose and fell very little.

The three streams of true energy maintained a fragile balance within his body. If she were to kill Li Mochou now, it would not only interrupt his healing process, but Yang Guo would also surely die.

Huang Rong and Xiaolongnu would never let her go.

Yang Guo usually cracks crude jokes and even teases her about her limp, but in this life-or-death situation, he stands in front of her and protects her. She can't let Yang Guo die.

Lu Wushuang's hand froze in mid-air, the tip of the dagger pointing towards Li Mochou, but her hand was trembling uncontrollably.

The hatred for her father's killer was irreconcilable, and with her enemy right before her eyes, she couldn't lay a hand on him. This torment tore at every nerve in her body.

She thought of the courtyard behind Chongyang Palace.

With his crippled right arm, Yang Guo unleashed the power of the Dragon Subduing Palm, shouldering the burden of the Quanzhen Sect. He pushed her aside and faced the lead wheel of the Golden Wheel Monk alone.

That usually irresponsible bastard is more resilient than anyone else when it matters.

Lu Wushuang loosened the hilt of the dagger; her fingers had already turned white.

She bit her lip until it bled, and blood flowed into her mouth, tasting of rust.

She stared intently at Li Mochou, suppressing the urge to draw her sword, sheathed the dagger, and retreated into the shadows of the passageway.

She leaned against the cold stone wall, her body slowly sliding down it until she fell to the ground.

She hugged her knees with both hands, buried her face between her arms, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She didn't cry out; only her shoulders trembled slightly.

Inside the tomb, the healing process continues.

Huang Rong's inner energy swirled within Yang Guo's Niwan Palace, while she spared a sliver of her attention to the movements outside the door.

She heard the soft sound of a sword being drawn, and then the sound of the dagger being sheathed.

She knew that Lu Wushuang had woken up, and she also knew that Lu Wushuang had seen everything from outside the door.

Huang Rong remained silent and continued to guide her inner energy.

Lu Wushuang made her choice. Although this girl had a fiery temper, she had a sense of justice.

Huang Rong nodded inwardly. Keeping Lu Wushuang by Yang Guo's side was indeed useful. This girl had developed feelings for Yang Guo, and she could be used to keep Li Mochou in check in the future.

Little Dragon Girl also heard the commotion outside the door, but she didn't even lift her eyelids.

According to the rules of the Ancient Tomb Sect, they should mind their own business and not interfere in the affairs of outsiders; she only cared about Yang Guo's life or death.

She increased the output of her extreme cold true energy, and the vortex of Qi in Yang Guo's Crimson Palace spun faster and faster.

Li Mochou was completely focused on channeling her pure Yin energy and was unaware of the murderous intent outside the door.

Her meridians were severely damaged, and every time she circulated her energy, she was accompanied by excruciating pain, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.

A suction force emanated from the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of Yang Guo's foot, greedily devouring her true energy.

Yang Guo's consciousness became increasingly clear.

He sensed Lu Wushuang outside the door, heard her footsteps, the sound of her drawing her sword, and the sound of her retreating into the passageway.

He sighed inwardly.

Silly girl, I'll remember this debt. From now on, I'll not only cure your lameness, but I'll also take good care of you.

He calmed his mind and focused all his attention on the Crimson Palace and the Mud Pill Palace.

The process of reshaping his dantian was extremely dangerous, and he had to cooperate with the three women's true qi guidance.

In the ruins of the lower dantian, the remaining power of the Dragon Subduing Palm was gradually drawn out and integrated into the new sea of ​​qi, while the positive and negative Nine Yin True Qi was also reorganized.

Time passed slowly, and the white mist on the cold jade bed grew thicker and thicker, completely enveloping the four figures.

In the hourglass in the side room, fine sand slipped silently down.