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

The white mist in the tomb was stirred up and scattered wildly. The red and black light in Yang Guo's abdomen grew brighter and brighter. His lower dantian seemed to have opened a bottomless pit, and the suction force became stronger and stronger.

Huang Rong sat on the left, her once rosy face quickly losing its color.

She tried desperately to pull her hand away, but her palm remained firmly pressed against Yang Guo's brow, and she couldn't pull it off no matter what she did. Her Nine Yin True Qi flowed out uncontrollably.

Little Dragon Girl sat on the right, her right hand also tightly stuck to Yang Guo's chest, her Jade Maiden True Qi was being drained away in large quantities.

Instead of pulling her hand back, she moved forward and increased her internal energy output.

Li Mochou sat at the foot of the bed, holding Yang Guo's feet in her hands. The suction from his Yongquan acupoints was incredibly strong.

She couldn't even scream; her body involuntarily leaned forward, her face almost touching Yang Guo's leg, and drops of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth fell onto Yang Guo's calf.

Yang Guo was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back.

The red and black power surged upwards along the Ren meridian, forcibly stretching open the newly healed meridians wherever it passed.

This power was too domineering; it was about to burst him apart from the inside out.

He didn't even have the strength to speak, and could only watch helplessly as the internal energy of the three women was forcibly pulled into his body.

At this rate, in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the three of them will have their internal energy drained and die on the spot.

Huang Rong bit her tongue, and a bead of blood seeped out. She forced herself to calm down, knowing that she couldn't break free now and could only go with the flow.

She looked at Yang Guo, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Guo'er, guide it to the Crimson Palace!"

Yang Guo mobilized the newly formed Qi Sea in the Crimson Palace, which was a ball of fiery true energy. He gritted his teeth and pushed this ball of true energy downward to block the red and black power.

The two forces collided violently below the chest.

Yang Guo opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood splattered onto Xiaolongnu's white undergarment, and the red blood spots slowly seeped into the white cloth.

Little Dragon Girl didn't even frown.

She made a hand seal with her left hand, forcing out all the remaining Jade Maiden True Qi in her body, and then sent it into Yang Guo's chest through her right hand, adding the extremely cold True Qi to the battlefield.

The suction force from the lower dantian continued to increase, and the red and black forces were extremely stubborn, firmly resisting the true qi pressing down from the Crimson Palace, refusing to retreat an inch.

Li Mochou let out a low growl at the foot of the bed, steeled her heart, and sent the last bit of pure Yin energy that had been protecting her heart meridian into it.

She lay on Yang Guo's lap, panting heavily. Her thin undergarment was completely soaked and clung tightly to her back.

The four people are now linked together, and their inner energy surges back and forth among them.

Yang Guo closed his eyes, his mind racing.

The old Taoist priest said that the lower dantian was shattered and could no longer store qi, but this red and black power stubbornly lingered in those ruins. It's better to guide than to block; since it wants to absorb, let it absorb as much as it wants.

Yang Guo gave up resisting, releasing all the true energy from his Jiang Palace and Niwan Palace, letting the suction force pull them all down to his lower dantian.

This sudden change was extremely drastic.

The true energy of Huang Rong, Xiaolongnu, and Li Mochou flowed directly and unimpeded into Yang Guo's abdomen. The red and black power was nourished by the massive amount of true energy, and its light shone brightly, with the entire abdomen radiating a strange red and black glow.

The violent power spun wildly within the ruins of the lower dantian, its speed increasing rapidly, drawing in all the shattered meridians around it.

A sharp, bloating pain spread throughout Yang Guo's body. He felt like his stomach was about to explode, and he was panting heavily with bloodshot eyes.

The straps of Huang Rong's pink bodice snapped due to the surge of her inner energy, causing half of the bodice to slip down, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white, full breasts.

She didn't care about any of that. She used both hands at the same time, placing her other hand on Yang Guo's shoulder, and fully cooperated with Yang Guo to guide his inner energy.

Xiaolongnu's clothes were wide open, and her extremely cold true energy condensed into a layer of white frost in front of her. Her gaze was fixed on Yang Guo's face, and she did not move at all.

Li Mochou raised her head, her face covered in blood, staring intently at Yang Guo. She was risking her life, relying entirely on instinct to channel her inner energy.

Yang Guo activated the mental technique of the "Kanli Jue" and focused his mind on the rapidly spinning red and black energy ball.

This energy cloud was enormous, containing the Nine Yin True Qi (both positive and negative), the Dragon Subduing Palm Force, the Jade Maiden True Qi, and Li Mochou's Pure Yin True Qi. These four completely different forces were mixed together and clashed with each other.

He had to break them down. Yang Guo endured the excruciating pain and used his willpower to peel away the violent impurities.

He used to practice the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra with Master Long in the Ancient Tomb, emphasizing the connection between their hearts; later, he also had a very deep exchange with Huang Rong in the inn, and he was very familiar with the true energy of these women.

He first regulated Huang Rong's Nine Yin Manual.

The Nine Yin Manual, balanced and tranquil, was drawn out and adhered to the edge of the ruins, forming a protective film. Next came the Jade Maiden Manual from Little Dragon Girl, its extremely cold aura covering the surface of the red and black energy mass, cooling and slowing it down.

Finally, there was Li Mochou's pure Yin energy. This energy was gentle yet penetrating. Yang Guo guided it into the red and black energy cluster, disintegrating the violent Dragon Subduing Palm force from within.

This process was extremely exhausting, and Yang Guo was covered in sweat, which flowed down his face and into his neck.

As time passed, the rotation speed of the red and black gas cloud gradually decreased, and its volume began to shrink. The originally violent power was gradually tamed.

The three women's hands, which had been gripped, finally loosened, and the suction began to weaken.

Huang Rong let out a long breath, her body went limp and she fell backward, only managing to stay upright by bracing herself on the cold jade bed.

She looked down and saw that her pink bodice had completely come undone. She quickly reached out and grabbed the fabric to cover her chest, her cheeks flushed red.

Little Dragon Girl withdrew her right hand, swayed slightly, and then lay directly on Yang Guo's chest.

She was exhausted; her Jade Maiden True Energy was completely depleted. With her eyes closed, her breathing was so weak it was almost inaudible. Her white undergarment clung to Yang Guo's body, clearly revealing his outline beneath.

Li Mochou was in the worst condition. She didn't even have the strength to support herself. She slid down Yang Guo's calf, buried her face in the inside of Yang Guo's thigh, and gasped for breath. Her hot breath hit Yang Guo's leg in waves.

Yang Guo opened his eyes. The light on his stomach had disappeared, and in the center of the ruins of his lower dantian, there was a red and black bead the size of a soybean, sitting there quietly, containing extremely terrifying power.

The crisis is over.

Yang Guo took deep breaths of the cold air in the tomb chamber; his narrow escape from death had left him completely exhausted.

He rolled his eyes and looked around; the scene was just too exciting.

Huang Rong sat on the left, her clothes disheveled, clutching her chest. Xiaolongnu lay on her chest, and Li Mochou lay between her legs.

The three stunning beauties were all exhausted from trying to save him. If word got out that they were in this state, countless men in the martial arts world would go crazy.

Yang Guo twitched the corner of his mouth. He really had no thoughts of that kind of thing right now. He was completely drained. His internal energy was gone, and his energy was gone too.

"Chief Huang, the strap of your undergarment is broken. Do you want me to tie it for you?" Yang Guo's voice was very soft and extremely hoarse. He just couldn't get rid of his habit of being sarcastic.

Huang Rong glared at him, her hands gripping her bodice so tightly she couldn't even tie the back straps; she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms.

"Shut up. If you look around again, I'll gouge your eyes out," Huang Rong said weakly.

Yang Guo smiled and slightly raised his head to look at Xiaolongnu, who was nestled against his chest.

Teacher Long's hair fell across his face, carrying a faint fragrance. He rubbed his chin against Little Dragon Girl's hair.

Little Dragon Girl remained motionless, seemingly already asleep.

He looked down again and saw Li Mochou lying in that dangerous spot, with waves of heat emanating from her.

Yang Guo swallowed hard. "Technician Li, you've chosen a good spot, but it's a bit blocking the way. Could you move it to the side?"

Li Mochou didn't even have the strength to curse; she just lay there motionless.

Only the heavy breathing of four people remained in the tomb chamber, enveloped by the white steam emanating from the jade bed.

This crisis caused the four people's energy to completely merge. Yang Guo could clearly feel the energy of the three of them, and even sense the faint flow of true energy in their meridians.

This feeling is wonderful. The old Taoist priest said that one must cultivate the union of spirit and soul, and their life-or-death struggle just now had actually reached that state.

The three women's true energy circulated through his body and became tainted by his aura. From now on, the four of them will definitely achieve twice the results with half the effort when practicing together.

Yang Guo lay down and began to examine his internal organs.

The Qi Seas of Jiang Palace and Niwan Palace were still full. Although a lot of true Qi had been absorbed just now, some of it was replenished when he dissolved the red and black Qi balls. His internal energy had not decreased, but had become even purer.

What surprised him most was the red and black bead in his lower dantian.

This thing was beyond his control, but it didn't cause any more trouble.

Yang Guo tried to touch it with the internal force of the One-Finger Divine Skill, but the internal force was repelled as soon as it got close. This bead was extremely domineering.

Yang Guo stopped worrying about it and just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

For the past twenty days, he had barely closed his eyes, closing them to feel the weight on his body.

The softness of Xiaolongnu, the heat of Li Mochou, and the faint fragrance emanating from Huang Rong beside her.

He felt his life had been worthwhile.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the passageway.

Yang Guo's spitting of blood and the surge of his inner energy had caused quite a commotion. Lu Wushuang heard the noise outside and, worried, ran in with her longsword.

Lu Wushuang rushed into the tomb chamber, shouting urgently, "Yang Guo, what happened!"

She stood at the entrance to the tomb chamber, holding a long sword in her hand, her gaze sweeping towards the cold jade bed.

The sight before her made her freeze in place.

On the cold jade bed, Yang Guo lay flat in the middle, Xiaolongnu lay on his chest with her clothes half undone, Li Mochou lay between his legs with her face covered in blood, and Huang Rong sat beside him with her hands clutching her loose pink bodice, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and her face flushed.

The scene was so impactful that Lu Wushuang's mind went blank.

Her eyes widened, and the long sword in her hand clattered to the ground.

"What...what are you doing!" Lu Wushuang's voice trembled, and her face turned bright red.

Although she and Yang Guo had consummated their marriage, this scene still seemed abnormal no matter how you looked at it.

This isn't healing; it's clearly engaging in some shady dealings.