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

The tomb chamber fell silent, with only the sand in the hourglass slowly slipping away, making an extremely faint rustling sound.

Yang Guo lay flat on the cold jade bed, his right hand wrapped in white cloth, the wound still throbbing slightly.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind into his body. He saw the red and black bead in his lower dantian quietly floating in the center of the ruins, having stopped rotating.

The Qi Seas of the Crimson Palace and the Niwan Palace were exceptionally full at this moment, and the two streams of true Qi flowed smoothly and unobstructedly through the Ren and Du meridians.

Huang Rong sat on the left, wrapped in that blue Taoist robe.

Her brows were furrowed, and she was clearly unable to concentrate.

Although Lu Wushuang's words were harsh and almost tore her dignity apart, she was a woman who had seen a lot and knew that the most troublesome thing right now was not the issue of face, but that Lu Wushuang had stormed out in a huff.

Yang Guo opened his eyes and turned to look at Huang Rong.

"Chief Huang," Yang Guo's voice was low and weak, "Still not calmed down? That girl Wushuang has always been a bit dim-witted, always acting on her stubbornness. You, the dignified Chief of the Beggars' Sect, why bother arguing with her?"

Huang Rong didn't reply, but placed her hands on her knees, gently rubbing them with her fingertips.

Yang Guo continued, "The mess outside the Quanzhen Sect hasn't been cleaned up yet. Although the Mongols have retreated, there's no guarantee they won't leave spies behind to gather information. If Wushuang runs around outside alone with my sect leader's token and runs into Jinlun Fawang's men, there won't even be any bones left."

These words struck a nerve with Huang Rong.

The Beggars' Sect's subsequent plans within the Quanzhen Sect still require Lu Wushuang to act as a go-between. If this girl dies outside, all her previous efforts and schemes will be in vain.

Moreover, this girl has something on me that I can't hide. If she goes all out and reveals my affair with Guo'er, it will cause a huge problem.

Huang Rong stood up, straightened the hem of her Taoist robe, and tightened the belt around her waist.

"I'll go and bring her back." Huang Rong looked at Yang Guo, her tone regaining its usual calm and composure.

Yang Guo nodded and replied, "I'll trouble Chief Huang to make the trip. There's another matter I need the Beggars' Sect to help me with."

Huang Rong stopped and asked, "What is it?"

Yang Guo glanced at Li Mochou at the foot of the bed. She was staring at the stone wall of the tomb chamber with her head turned to the side, looking as if it were none of her business.

"Investigate the massacre at Lu Family Manor back then." Yang Guo's tone became serious. "Li Mochou just said that when she arrived at Lu Family Manor, it was already an empty shell. She didn't set the fire, and she didn't kill anyone. Someone wiped out the entire Lu family before her and then dumped this dirty water on her head. The Beggars' Clan has informants all over the world. Please investigate who was active in the Jiangnan area back then."

Li Mochou suddenly turned her head, biting her lower lip as she looked at Yang Guo. She had borne countless infamy throughout her life and had never cared about the opinions of the world.

But at this moment, Yang Guo not only chose to believe her, but also wanted to help her find out the truth. She hadn't felt this kind of protection in so many years.

Huang Rong noted this down: "I understand. You just focus on healing your injuries, leave the outside matters to me."

As the sound of footsteps faded into the distance in the passageway, Huang Rong left the tomb chamber.

With only three people left in the tomb, and without Huang Rong's assistance, the supply of Nine Yin Manual was immediately interrupted, and the circulation of manual energy within Yang Guo's body also experienced a gap.

Xiaolongnu opened her eyes, placed her hands on her knees, and whispered, "With one person missing, the energy is unstable."

Yang Guo tried to circulate the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, mobilizing his own internal energy to fill the space left by Huang Rong.

As the internal energy flowed along the meridians to the lower dantian, the red and black bead suddenly began to rotate slightly. It absorbed a small portion of the true energy from Yang Guo's meridians, and after a while, exhaled a completely new breath.

Yang Guo discovered that this newly emerged true energy was extremely pure. The medicinal power and impurities that were originally mixed in with his internal energy had been completely removed, making it even more refined than Xiaolongnu's Jade Maiden True Energy.

Yang Guo was overjoyed. This bead was no death warrant; it was a treasure for purifying internal energy!

He immediately guided this pure energy into the Crimson Palace and then pushed it into the Niwan Palace.

Driven by this power, Xiaolongnu's Jade Maiden True Qi and Li Mochou's Pure Yin True Qi circulated more than twice as fast as before.

Xiaolongnu noticed the change in Yang Guo's body and reached out to touch his chest, exclaiming in surprise, "Your internal energy has become stronger."

Yang Guo grinned and said, "This is called breaking down and then building up again. It can be considered a blessing in disguise. Miss Li, don't hold back your pure Yin energy anymore, bring it all out. After I expand my meridians, I will transfer my energy to you every day, and I'm sure I can restore your ruined meridians."

Li Mochou leaned against the edge of the bed and gave him a cold glare.

"Stop spouting nonsense." Li Mochou looked at the white bandage wrapped around Yang Guo's right hand and said sarcastically, "Doesn't your hand hurt anymore? You're a complete fool for taking a sword for someone who hates you."

Yang Guo tried to move his fingers a few times. Although it hurt terribly when he touched the wound, he shamelessly replied, "It doesn't hurt. With you here with me, this little injury is nothing. If you really feel indebted to me, be more polite to me in the future and don't be so quick to threaten to kill me."

Li Mochou snorted and turned her head away, but placed her hands on Yang Guo's Yongquan acupoint on the soles of his feet, slowly sending the last of her internal energy into it. Her movements were noticeably gentler than before.

The three of them re-entered a state of meditation, and the cold air emanating from the jade bed lingered in the tomb.

In the woods behind the ancient tomb, Lu Wushuang was struggling to walk, dragging her injured leg.

It was already dark, and the dense foliage blocked out the moonlight, making the forest pitch black. She walked very fast, and the pain in her left leg became more and more pronounced. Finally, she had to lean against a large pine tree and gasp for breath.

Her face was streaked with tears, and her mind was filled with the image of Yang Guo protecting Li Mochou. She felt as if all her sincerity had been wasted on a dog.

Suddenly, the sound of a branch snapping underfoot came from deep within the woods.

Lu Wushuang immediately stopped crying, drew her long sword from her waist, and leaned against the tree trunk, cautiously looking around.

Four or five men dressed in gray cloth emerged from the bushes, carrying curved knives and moving nimbly.

By the dim moonlight, Lu Wushuang could see the tattoos on their necks, which were the marks of elite spies in the Mongol army.

It turned out that Huo Du had a backup plan. After the Golden Wheel Monk took away the main force, he left these people on the mountain to keep watch.

The leader of the scouts' eyes lit up when he saw Lu Wushuang.

He recognized her as the woman who had held the sect leader's token in Chongyang Palace Square during the day.

"Grab her!" the leader ordered in a low voice.

Several spies raised their scimitars and surrounded them.

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth and thrust her long sword forward, but it was easily deflected by her opponent.

She was already suffering from internal injuries and her left leg was also injured, so she was no match for these people.

Another spy took the opportunity to circle around to the side and kicked her hard in the knee.

Lu Wushuang cried out in pain and collapsed into a pile of dead leaves, his longsword flying out of his hand.

Just as two spies pounced on her and grabbed her shoulders, and the leader was about to tie her up with a rope, a gust of wind swept by.

A bright green bamboo staff shot out from the darkness, striking the lead scout's wrist with pinpoint accuracy. A scream rang out as the scout's wrist fractured, and the rope fell to the ground with a thud.

Huang Rong, dressed in a blue Taoist robe and holding a dog-beating stick, slowly walked out from behind the tree.

The remaining spies, seeing this, all swung their knives at Huang Rong, but she swayed and easily dodged the blades.

As the Dog-Beating Stick Technique was unleashed, a flurry of green shadows could be seen fluttering through the forest.

She didn't kill them, but only targeted their joints. After a few muffled thuds, all four spies fell to the ground groaning in pain, their limbs completely crippled.

Huang Rong walked to Lu Wushuang's side and helped her up, but Lu Wushuang stubbornly shook off her hand.

"I don't need your fake kindness." Lu Wushuang turned her head away, unwilling to look at her.

Huang Rong put away her bamboo staff and scolded sternly, "Have you made enough trouble? Do you think this is a game? You ran out here to die all by yourself. Do you know that Guo'er is still seriously injured and worried about you? What good is your personality except causing him trouble?"

Lu Wushuang retorted, her eyes red, "He's worried about me? If he were truly worried about me, he wouldn't have gone to protect that she-devil!"

Huang Rong sighed, forcefully taking her hand, and explained in a low voice, "Li Mochou is his benefactor. In the tomb, Guo'er almost suffered a qi deviation due to a conflict of internal energy, and it was Li Mochou who sacrificed her own protective internal energy to save his life. Now that her meridians are completely destroyed, how can Guo'er not stop you from killing her at this time?"

Lu Wushuang stood there stunned, completely unprepared for this turn of events.

"What about the grudge against the Lu Family Manor?" Lu Wushuang asked through gritted teeth. "Did my parents just lose their lives for nothing?"

"Guo'er told me to tell you that Li Mochou herself admitted that when she arrived at Lu Family Manor, there was no one there anymore. Someone had wiped out the Lu family first, then set fire to destroy the evidence, and conveniently pinned the blame on her. The Beggars' Sect has already started investigating this matter. Guo'er said that this dirty water can't be thrown around for nothing, and he will definitely give you an explanation."

Lu Wushuang's mind went blank for a moment, and the hatred that had sustained her for so many years suddenly began to waver.

Huang Rong patted the back of her hand and said in a gentler tone, "Guo'er cares about you. He may be a bit frivolous, but when something really happens, he always protects the people he cares about. Your outburst today must have upset him too. Come back with me, and don't wander off anymore."

Lu Wushuang looked down at the withered leaves on the ground, remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.