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

The cold air from the jade bed never ceased, and the third day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Yang Guo lay flat on the center of the bed, able to clearly perceive every subtle change in his body.

The vortex of true energy in the Crimson Palace has stabilized, and the true energy in the Niwan Palace has begun to spread downwards. The two forces converge in the Ren Meridian, slowly widening the broken meridian.

The pain lessened considerably, replaced by a deep, tingling numbness that penetrated to the bone.

He slightly opened his eyelids and saw Huang Rong sitting on his left, her pink bodice already soaked with sweat.

Although the tomb was extremely cold, the heat generated by the three of them circulating their internal energy was very high. Under the alternation of hot and cold, Huang Rong's fair skin blushed with an alluring red.

The embroidery of mandarin ducks playing in the water clung tightly to her full breasts, and the two mandarin ducks rose and fell with her breath.

Little Dragon Girl sat on the right, her white undergarment becoming semi-transparent due to sweat, the neckline slightly open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and delicate collarbones.

Extremely cold true energy swirled around her, even causing specks of white frost to cling to her eyelashes.

Li Mochou sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, her thin inner garment stained dark red with blood and sweat.

Her chest heaved violently, and each movement of her energy was accompanied by heavy breathing. The cost of reversing her meridians was enormous, and she was barely holding on by sheer willpower.

Yang Guo swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

This situation is really putting people to the test. Three stunning beauties, dressed in thin clothes, are surrounding him. Any one of them would be fought over by men in the martial arts world, but now they are all doing his hard labor.

He didn't even have the strength to lift his hand, so he could only secretly enjoy watching.

"Three female bodhisattvas," Yang Guo said in a hoarse voice, with a hint of teasing, "it's been three days now, and you've been channeling your inner energy into me day and night. My frail body is naturally benefiting immensely. It's just that your attire is making me a little dizzy. The mandarin ducks on Chief Huang's bodice look like they're about to fly off."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's left palm paused slightly, and her Nine Yin True Qi almost went astray.

She opened her eyes and glared at Yang Guo. This little thief was so badly injured, yet he still couldn't keep a straight mouth.

She glanced at Li Mochou out of the corner of her eye and saw that the other woman was sneering.

"At a time like this, you still have the mind to talk nonsense," Huang Rong said sternly, adopting the air of an elder. "If you really have the time, then properly guide the true energy in the Crimson Palace, don't let the three of us' efforts be wasted. Whether my bodice flies out or not is none of your business!"

Li Mochou immediately burst out laughing.

"Chief Huang really knows how to put on airs." Li Mochou gripped Yang Guo's feet tightly with both hands, continuously sending pure Yin energy into his Yongquan acupoints.

"Does Master Guo know you came to the ancient tomb dressed like this? What's wrong with this little thief glancing at you? If you're afraid of being seen, just put your clothes on properly. Why wear a pink bellyband? People who don't know better will think you're here for a blind date."

Huang Rong's face darkened, and her voice turned cold as she said, "Li Mochou, stop talking nonsense. I'm doing this to save someone. If you continue with your arrogant words, don't blame me for being impolite. Your meridians are damaged now; you're no match for me."

Li Mochou didn't back down at all, tilting her head back to reveal her slender neck: "Not polite? Go ahead and try. If you withdraw your true energy now, this little thief will explode and die immediately. Are you willing to do that? Do you really think I don't know what you're up to? You keep calling him 'junior,' but who knows how much you want him to take a second look at you?"

Yang Guo was secretly delighted to hear the two bickering. These two women, who were usually so aloof, were now exchanging barbs for his sake; their charm was truly irresistible.

He was well-versed in the art of "balancing things," knowing that he couldn't show favoritism to either side at this time.

"Alright, alright," Yang Guo quickly intervened to smooth things over. "Technician Li, please say less. Chief Huang came all this way to save me; this kindness is greater than the sky. Chief Huang, please don't be angry. Technician Li is just stubborn but soft-hearted; everyone is doing this for my own good. Once I'm healed, I'll definitely serve you like a slave and repay you properly."

At this moment, Xiaolongnu opened her eyes and uttered two words in a cool tone: "Focus."

The tomb chamber fell silent instantly; neither Huang Rong nor Li Mochou spoke.

Xiaolongnu intensified her extremely cold true energy, directly suppressing the somewhat restless vortex in the Crimson Palace.

Yang Guo quickly composed himself; he dared not disobey Master Long's orders.

He closed his eyes and began to guide the three streams of true energy.

Huang Rong's uprightness and composure, Xiaolongnu's extreme coldness, and Li Mochou's gentle charm—these three streams of true energy intertwine in her meridians.

This feeling was extremely wonderful; he could clearly distinguish the source of each stream of true energy.

The true energy circulates throughout the body, bringing a tingling, itchy pleasure. As the true energy merges, this pleasure becomes stronger and stronger.

This is even more exciting than simple dual cultivation; it is a genuine exchange of souls, with the three people's energy completely open to him, without any defenses.

Soon, footsteps echoed through the passageway, and Lu Wushuang entered carrying a wooden tray, limping on his left leg.

There were several steamed buns and a pot of warm water on the wooden tray. Lu Wushuang placed the tray on the stone table and kept his head down the whole time, refusing to look at Li Mochou at the foot of the bed.

Her hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her nails digging into her flesh.

"Dinner's ready." Lu Wushuang's voice was dry.

Huang Rong was the first to withdraw her left hand to regulate her breathing; the exhaustion from the past three days had made her face frighteningly pale.

She walked to the stone table, picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and the warm water flowed down her throat, relieving her thirst.

She turned to look at Lu Wushuang and saw that the girl had been busy these past two days, with dark circles under her eyes. She then made up her mind.

Li Mochou, this female demon, was flirting with Yang Guo, while Xiaolongnu had Yang Guo completely under her control. Because of her special status, she couldn't openly compete with them, so she had to place someone of her own by Yang Guo's side. Lu Wushuang was the best candidate.

"Wushuang," Huang Rong lowered her voice, her tone becoming gentle, "you've had a hard time these past two days. I know about what happened in your family, and I will definitely help you seek justice in the future. However, right now, healing Guo'er's injuries is the most important thing, so please bear with it for now."

Lu Wushuang raised her head, a glint of light flashing in her eyes, and asked in a trembling voice, "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Huang Rong gently patted Lu Wushuang's hand. "Although Guo'er is usually a bit frivolous, he's extremely kind to those around him. You ran around for him this time, even holding back your enemies. He knows how much you care for him. You're a good girl. From now on, you should take good care of Guo'er while you're with him. If you have any grievances, feel free to come to me."

Lu Wushuang felt a lump in her throat. Having been orphaned and helpless since childhood, Huang Rong's words struck a chord deep within her. She nodded and replied, "I understand, Sister Rong."

On the bed, Yang Guo heard everything clearly. He sighed inwardly, "The female strategist is indeed shrewd; she's already starting to plan and build alliances."

However, he didn't care. Lu Wushuang was originally his personal maid. No matter how clever Huang Rong's plan was, in the end, the meat would still rot in her own pot.

Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou also stopped eating, neither of them glancing at Lu Wushuang.

However, Li Mochou's gaze towards Lu Wushuang was unusual, but no one noticed.

After finishing their meal, they continued healing, and the days passed one by one. The ancient tomb was shrouded in darkness, and they could only measure time with an hourglass.

On the seventh day, Yang Guo's body underwent significant changes. His originally pale skin began to regain its color, his broken ribs had completely healed, and the true energy vortexes in his Crimson Palace and Niwan Palace had fully formed, with the two vortexes rising and falling in harmony.

The three women had also reached their limit.

Huang Rong's pink bodice had faded from washing, and the edges were frayed. She had lost weight, and her once full figure had become somewhat thin.

The little dragon girl's white undergarment was stained with small stains, her eyes were sunken, and her originally cool face showed a hint of fatigue.

Li Mochou was in the worst condition. Her lips were covered with scabs, her pure Yin energy was exhausted, and she was only maintaining herself by overdrawing her life force. Her thin inner garment had turned dark black and emitted a faint smell of blood.

Yang Guo saw it all and felt deeply pained.

"That's enough," Yang Guo said, his voice no longer hoarse but full of energy. "You guys stop, I'll handle the rest myself."

Huang Rong gritted her teeth and persisted, refusing to give up: "The old Taoist priest said it would take forty-nine days, and it's only the seventh day now."

"The old Taoist priest's deduction was correct. It is indeed necessary to wait forty-nine days according to common sense. However, he did not expect the domineering and unparalleled pure Yin Qi of Technician Li, nor did he expect that the three of you would work together to completely activate the medicinal power of the Nine Revolutions Reversal Pill that was settled deep in your bones and blood in the face of adversity."

Yang Guo explained, "Now that the passage between the Crimson Palace and the Niwan Palace has been opened and the Great Cycle is complete, if you forcefully inject true energy into me, it will only burst my newly reconnected meridians."

Xiaolongnu carefully sensed Yang Guo's condition and found that, as he had said, the vortex of true energy had stabilized and was beginning to absorb the cold energy from the Jade Bed on its own.

She was the first to withdraw her hands, and Huang Rong and Li Mochou followed suit.

The three women collapsed onto the cold jade bed, too weak to even sit up.

Yang Guo closed his eyes and began to control the circulation of his internal energy. The internal energy in the Crimson Palace transformed into a fiery stream of energy, flowing along the Ren Meridian straight to the Niwan Palace; the internal energy in the Niwan Palace transformed into a cold stream of energy, flowing along the Du Meridian straight to the Crimson Palace.

Two streams of energy, one cold and one hot, formed a complete cycle within his body. With each cycle, the extreme cold energy of the Jade Bed was drawn into it, tempering his flesh and bones.

Soon after, a layer of black grime appeared on Yang Guo's body, which was the complete expulsion of the impurities remaining in his body.