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

The tomb was quiet for a moment, and Yang Guo's bold words about leaving the pass and killing the Golden Wheel Monk still seemed to linger in the air.

Li Mochou leaned against the edge of the cold jade bed, a blush appearing on her originally pale face, all because she was angered by Yang Guo.

She stared at Yang Guo, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Yang Guo, do you kill people with just your mouth?"

Li Mochou launched into a tirade without mercy, her voice echoing through the tomb. "Last time you broke through to the Innate Realm, you were incredibly arrogant, completely disregarding the Golden Wheel Monk. And what happened? You got your meridians severed and your dantian shattered! If it weren't for that old Taoist priest coming to your rescue, and if the three of us hadn't been expending our inner strength here to prolong your life, you would have been reincarnated long ago! Now you can't even get out of bed, and your forty-nine days of healing have only just begun, yet you're already thinking about killing the Golden Wheel Monk after you emerge from seclusion. Has the Dragon Subduing Palm technique damaged your brain?"

Li Mochou's words were barbed and sarcastic, showing no mercy to Yang Guo. She simply couldn't stand the way this little thief was bragging even when he was about to die.

Huang Rong sat on the stone bench next to her, took a sip of warm water from a wooden cup, and after listening to Li Mochou's words, she surprisingly did not refute them, but instead nodded.

"Guo'er, what the Red Serpent Fairy said may be harsh, but it is the truth."

Huang Rong put down her water cup and straightened her wide blue Taoist robe. "When will you ever get rid of this habit of talking big? The world is dangerous, and there are always people more capable than you. You only survived this time because of good luck. In the future, you must stay calm and never be so arrogant again."

Huang Rong adopted the demeanor of an elder and earnestly lectured him. In her heart, she also felt that Yang Guo was too much of a troublemaker and needed to be taught a lesson.

Little Dragon Girl sat on the right side of the cold jade bed, her eyes closed as she circulated the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, without even lifting her eyelids.

"Speak less, gather your energy more." Little Dragon Girl uttered six words, which served as a summary of this campaign.

Lu Wushuang stood in the corner, carrying two wooden buckets filled with black water, unsure whether to stay or leave, but secretly agreeing with Li Mochou and Huang Rong's words.

That bastard sect leader is such a braggart. He's clearly incredibly weak, but he still acts like he's invincible.

Yang Guo lay on the cold jade bed, being scolded by three women in turn, and he was losing face.

He was driven by male chauvinism, but now he was being looked down upon by several women. How could he tolerate this?

But he was really not feeling well right now. He had just finished showering and changing clothes, which had taken a lot of energy, and now even lifting his arms felt incredibly painful.

"Mr. Li, you're underestimating me, aren't you?"

Yang Guo raised his voice and stubbornly argued, "Losing the opponent doesn't mean losing the battle! I'm just strategically despising the enemy! Although my body is broken, it's now rebuilding itself and reshaping my dantian. Once my Jiang Palace and Niwan Palace are completely filled, a mere Golden Wheel Monk will be nothing. I can crush him with one hand."

Li Mochou rolled her eyes, turned her head away and refused to look at him anymore, too lazy to waste words on this scoundrel who talked nonsense.

"Alright, stop with the nonsense." Huang Rong stood up and walked to the cold jade bed. "Wushuang, pour out the dirty water and clean the tomb. We need to continue practicing our internal energy."

Lu Wushuang responded and, carrying two large wooden buckets, limped out of the tomb.

Soon only the four of them remained in the tomb.

During the healing process, clothing should not obstruct the flow of true qi. Huang Rong turned her back to untie the belt of her blue cloth Taoist robe, took off the robe and put it aside. Underneath, she was still wearing the pink bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. Then she turned around, walked to the left side of the cold jade bed and sat down.

Little Dragon Girl took off her white dress and sat on the right side wearing only a white undergarment.

Li Mochou was the slowest to move; her internal injuries had not yet healed, so her movements were somewhat sluggish.

After removing her blood-stained outer garment, she wore a thin white undergarment underneath. Because she had sweated so much, the undergarment clung tightly to her body, revealing her full figure.

She slowly climbed onto the cold jade bed and sat cross-legged at Yang Guo's feet.

Yang Guo lay flat in the middle, his eyes darting back and forth between the three women.

The images of Huang Rong's snow-white shoulders and the barely visible cleavage, Xiaolongnu's delicate collarbone, and Li Mochou's long, slender legs are truly striking.

He's a womanizer, a fact he himself admits.

With three stunningly beautiful women right in front of him, he would have pounced on them long ago, but now he could only stare helplessly.

Recently, he has been tormented by these women and suffered serious injuries, so he feels that his sexual desire has dropped to a freezing point, or as commonly known, "drained dry".

This was an utter disgrace for a playboy, but he couldn't show it; he had to save face.

"Three female bodhisattvas, you dress like this and surround me every day, I can't keep up with your nutrition!"

Yang Guo smacked his lips, his eyes fixed on Huang Rong's chest. "Chief Huang, your bodice is a bit too small. Is it too tight? Should I loosen the straps for you?"

Huang Rong had already calmed down and was preparing to circulate her internal energy when she heard these words, and she was so angry that she almost slapped Yang Guo across the face.

"Shut your dog mouth!" Huang Rong scolded in a low voice. "If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll seal your mute acupoint. Quickly calm your mind."

"Don't be angry, Chief Huang. I was just trying to lighten the mood." Yang Guo chuckled, then turned to Li Mochou at his feet. "Technician Li, don't cross your legs so tightly. It's not good for your blood circulation. Relax a bit. Yes, open them a little wider."

Li Mochou laughed in anger, grabbed Yang Guo's ankles with both hands and pulled hard.

Yang Guo gasped in pain, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"Yang Guo, do you believe I'll sever your Achilles tendons right now?" Li Mochou said through gritted teeth.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Technician Li, please have mercy!" Yang Guo quickly begged for mercy, "I'm just a smart aleck, please forgive me."

Little Dragon Girl placed her hands flat on her knees, her brows slightly furrowed.

"Let's begin." Xiaolongnu's cool voice broke the noise in the tomb.

The three women simultaneously extended their hands: Huang Rong's left hand pressed against Yang Guo's Niwan Palace, Xiaolongnu's right hand pressed against his Jiang Palace, and Li Mochou's hands grasped Yang Guo's Yongquan acupoints on the soles of his feet.

Three distinct streams of true energy entered Yang Guo's body once again. Huang Rong's Nine Yin True Energy was peaceful and profound, Xiaolongnu's Jade Maiden True Energy was extremely yin and cold, and Li Mochou's Pure Yin True Energy was gentle and captivating.

Yang Guo immediately dropped his playful grin, closed his eyes, and guided the three streams of true energy through his body.

The process of reshaping the dantian is extremely tedious and painful. The meridians of the Jiang Palace and Niwan Palace have been forcibly widened, and now a massive amount of true qi is needed to fill these two new qi seas.

The cold air from the Jade Bed continuously flowed into Yang Guo's back, and he felt two streams of air, one cold and one hot, chasing each other within his body.

The hot current starts from the Crimson Palace and travels upward along the Ren Meridian to the Niwan Palace; the cold current starts from the Niwan Palace and travels downward along the Du Meridian to return to the Crimson Palace, forming a complete large cycle.

With each cycle, a feeling of soreness and distension would come from the meridians.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth to keep himself from making a sound. He knew that these three women had gone to great lengths to save him, and he couldn't afford to let them down at this crucial moment.

As time passed, there was no distinction between day and night in the ancient tomb; the only way to tell time was by the number of times Lu Wushuang delivered meals each day.