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

The black grime on Yang Guo's body grew thicker and thicker, and an extremely pungent, fishy stench spread throughout the tomb chamber. This smell was even more overpowering than swill that had been fermenting for ten days.

Huang Rong was already exhausted, and the smell made her stomach churn.

She quickly raised her right hand to cover her mouth and nose, and moved her body back a little.

The straps of the pink bodice tightened around her fair neck, and her full breasts heaved violently.

Xiaolongnu lived in the ancient tomb for many years and was extremely sensitive to smells.

She took two steps back, leaned against the cold stone wall of the tomb, turned her head away, and held her breath.

Li Mochou was in the worst condition. She had overdrawn her life force by reversing her meridians, and at this moment she didn't even have the strength to move her body.

She could only endure the stench, and angrily cursed, "Yang Guo, did you fall into a latrine? It stinks to death! I'll be suffocated by it sooner or later!"

Yang Guo opened his eyes and felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

The Qi Sea in the Crimson Palace and the Niwan Palace was very full, and the two streams of true Qi circulated repeatedly in the body, reconnecting all the broken meridians.

The newly grown meridians are more than twice as wide as before. Although he has not fully recovered his strength, his foundation is already extremely solid.

Hearing Li Mochou's curses, Yang Guo grinned.

He flashed a set of white teeth, which, combined with his face covered in black mud, made him look quite comical.

"Technician Li, you don't understand. This is called 'cleansing the marrow and bones.' I've expelled all the toxins and impurities from my body. Now my body has been completely transformed. I'm in great shape now. You'll see later."

Yang Guo immediately started making lewd jokes, his eyes darting back and forth between the three thinly dressed women.

Li Mochou glared at him fiercely, thinking to herself that this little thief was truly incorrigible, still trying to gain the upper hand verbally even at a time like this.

"Shut up and clean yourself up, you stink." Little Dragon Girl coldly spat out a sentence, turned around and walked out of the tomb.

Yang Guo dared not contradict Xiaolongnu, so he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Wushuang, bring in a few buckets of hot water! Your mistress wants to bathe and change!"

Hurried footsteps soon echoed through the passageway as Lu Wushuang entered carrying two large wooden buckets filled with steaming hot water.

As soon as she stepped into the tomb, she was forced to back away by the stench.

"What's that smell? Did you poop on the bed?" Lu Wushuang pinched her nose, looking disgusted.

Yang Guo rolled his eyes: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and get me a cloth to wipe myself down. I'm doing this to eliminate toxins, you don't know anything, just hurry up and serve me."

Although Lu Wushuang looked disgusted, she still carried the wooden bucket over.

She soaked the cloth in hot water, wrung it out, and walked to the bedside.

Huang Rong couldn't stand the smell any longer, and since she was only dressed in thin clothes and her undergarment was soaked, she didn't want to be laughed at by everyone, so she stood up and went to a side room to regulate her breathing.

Li Mochou also forced herself to stand up. As she passed by Lu Wushuang, her eyes darted around as if she had something to say, but in the end she held back and silently retreated to the outer room.

Little Dragon Girl had already walked out expressionlessly.

Suddenly, only Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang remained in the tomb.

Lu Wushuang took a hot towel and gently wiped away the black mud from Yang Guo's body.

After the hot water scalded the skin and the black mud was wiped away, the fair and resilient skin underneath was revealed.

Yang Guo's muscle lines became more even, and although he didn't have an exaggeratedly large build, he seemed to contain amazing explosive power.

As Lu Wushuang wiped her face, a blush rose to her cheeks.

Her gaze darted away, and she dared not look down; her hands also became stiff.

Yang Guo, however, enjoyed this close attention. He moved his neck, and the bones immediately made a crisp sound.

Lu Wushuang took a hot towel and vigorously wiped Yang Guo's back.

After washing away the black mud, the exposed skin was fair and rosy, and the muscle lines were firmer than before.

Yang Guo leaned against the edge of the wooden tub, feeling the exhilaration of the newly formed meridians within his body.

"Wushuang, move down a bit. After wiping your back, you need to wash your front too. Your technique is no good. Have you never been to a bathhouse? Do you want me to teach you what a full-body massage is?" Yang Guo said with his eyes closed, starting to ramble on again.

Lu Wushuang's cheeks flushed slightly, but her hands didn't stop moving.

She rolled her eyes at him, then slid the hot towel onto his firm chest and patted it lightly. "Go to your bathhouse! When are you going to get rid of this habit of spouting nonsense? I'm already yours, and you still try to fool me with these rubbish words."

Yang Guo opened his eyes, letting the water droplets slide down his chest.

He casually grasped Lu Wushuang's wrist, which was still damp with water droplets, and gently stroked her skin with his thumb, saying with a wicked smile, "Now that you're mine, isn't it only natural for you to serve your husband while he bathes? I'm just recovering from a serious injury, and I don't even have the strength to lift my arm. If you don't help me, my lower half will still stink, and you can't bear the consequences if it bothers your sister Rong and Teacher Long."

Lu Wushuang bit her rosy lower lip, her eyes sparkling, the shyness and resistance of the past long gone.

She gently pulled her hand away from Yang Guo's, wrung out the cloth in the water, and obediently placed it in front of him. She leaned down slightly, revealing a large expanse of her white skin at her neckline, and her cool fingertips, through the warm cloth, intentionally or unintentionally traced Yang Guo's firm abdominal muscles.

"You only dare to order me around because you're weak right now." Lu Wushuang snorted softly, but her movements were extremely delicate and gentle as she slowly guided his downwards. "Once you're better, I'll tell Sister Rong on you."

"You little rascal, you're getting more and more beautiful, and you're getting more and more sharp-tongued." Yang Guo sighed comfortably, staring intently at her beautiful face so close to his, and continued to be sarcastic, "But your skills in serving people have indeed improved. You'll never be able to get married in the future, and you'll have to stick by my side forever."

Lu Wushuang felt a flutter in her heart as he looked at her, and a blush spread all the way to her ears.

She said coquettishly, "Shut your mouth! If you dare say another word, I'll really leave you soaking in this bucket of water all by yourself!"

Even so, her eyes were filled with undisguised tenderness, and her movements became increasingly graceful.

Yang Guo wiped the water off his face without getting angry.

He cracked his shoulders, his bones popping a few times, and his tone became serious: "What's the situation outside now? I've been lying here for seven days; the Quanzhen Sect must be in an uproar by now, right?"

While washing the cloth, Lu Wushuang replied, "I don't know the specifics either. I've been staying in the ancient tomb these past few days, afraid to go out. But I can hear the occasional sound of bells coming from Chongyang Palace every day. The Quanzhen Sect must be in chaos. You, the sect leader, have run away, and those old Taoist priests are seriously injured. Now there's no one in charge."

She took two steps back, moving a little further away from the wooden barrel, and continued, "The bell struck nine times the day before yesterday, twelve times yesterday, and this morning it struck randomly. I've heard you say before that the Quanzhen Sect's bell tolls according to certain rules, and random striking means something big has happened on the mountain."

Yang Guo stroked his chin, pondering to himself: Nine strikes summon all disciples, twelve strikes signify an invasion by a powerful enemy or the return of the sect leader. A flurry of random strikes suggests someone is trying to seize the bell tower.

His sect leader disappeared for seven days, his fate unknown. The old men of the Quanzhen Sect were crippled by the Golden Wheel Monk and are probably all bedridden now.

Those third-generation disciples below, who used to be suppressed by him and dared not utter a sound, are sure to rebel now that he's not around.

Zhao Zhijing's old cronies would definitely not let go of this good opportunity to seize power.

Just then, the door to the side room was pushed open, and Huang Rong came out.

She had already washed up and changed into a clean, light blue coarse cloth Taoist robe.

This robe was a spare from the ancient tomb. Although it looked a bit loose on her, it couldn't hide her mature charm at all.

Her hair was still a little damp and was casually draped over her shoulders.

"Guo'er, Wushuang is right. The Quanzhen Sect is now leaderless and is bound to fall into chaos."

Huang Rong walked to the stone table and sat down, pouring herself a glass of warm water. "Although the Golden Wheel Monk has retired, if he were to spread the word that you're crippled, those with ulterior motives within the Quanzhen Sect would immediately jump out. In your current state, you absolutely cannot show yourself. Once they find out you're hiding in the Ancient Tomb healing, they'll definitely storm in."

At this moment, Li Mochou also walked in and snorted coldly.

She hadn't recovered her strength yet, so she could only lean against the edge of the cold jade bed: "What do we care about the lives of those Taoist priests? It would be better if they were all killed! Yang Guo, you almost lost your life for them, and now they're trying to take your position. You're such a pathetic leader."

Yang Guo looked at Li Mochou's pale yet still beautiful face and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Technician Li, you can't say that. The Quanzhen Sect is my prey, and I haven't finished eating it yet. How can I let someone else snatch it away? Besides, I went to great lengths to establish these rules, and anyone who dares to break them will have their hands chopped off!"