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

A long silence fell over the courtyard once again.

Wang Chuyi was lost in memories.

Back then, his father absolutely refused to let him learn martial arts, and forced him to study and pass the imperial examinations every day.

He escaped from his home by climbing over the wall in the middle of the night and ran all the way to Zhongnan Mountain, where he became a disciple of Wang Chongyang.

Sun Bu'er remained silent.

Back then, she insisted on marrying Ma Yu, but her mother vehemently disagreed. She eloped with him anyway, and her mother never forgave her until her death.

The tighter the control, the farther they run.

Everyone understands this principle when they are young, but they forget it when they get old.

Finally, Wang Chuyi spoke first, his tone softening considerably: "Then we'll go along with Junior Brother's wishes and not interfere for the time being. But we must make this clear from the outset: the core techniques of the Quanzhen Sect and the relics of its founder must absolutely not be leaked. No matter how close Yang Guo gets to the Ancient Tomb Sect and the Beggars' Sect, he must keep the things that need to be kept secret."

"Of course," Qiu Chuji nodded. "I will explain everything to Yang Guo."

Hao Datong also sighed and waved his hand in acquiescence.

Sun Bu'er gritted her teeth and turned her head away, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Qiu Chuji knew this meant she had tacitly agreed; his junior sister Sun was always stubborn but soft-hearted, and she would naturally accept the offer if given a way out.

"That's enough for now. Go back and take good care of your injuries." Qiu Chuji picked up his teacup and gulped down the last mouthful of cold tea. "I'll go see Yang Guo tomorrow and make things clear to him."

The four of them went their separate ways.

Wang Chuyi and Hao Datong left one after the other. Sun Bu'er also stood up to leave, but stopped when she reached the courtyard gate.

"Senior brother, there's something I still need to say." Sun Bu'er turned around.

Qiu Chuji raised his eyelids.

"Yang Guo crippled Shen Zhifan. Although Shen Zhifan made mistakes, he was still your personal disciple. Don't you really have any thoughts about this?"

Qiu Chuji put down his teacup and remained silent for a long time.

"My disciple betrayed our sect, and he deserved it. Yang Guo did nothing wrong."

Sun Bu'er stared at Qiu Chuji's face for a while, then finally sighed, turned around, and left.

Only Qiu Chuji remained in the small Zen temple.

Moonlight streamed in, casting dappled shadows of trees on the stone table.

The four teacups remained on the table, the remaining tea inside long since cooled.

Qiu Chuji did not leave immediately. He sat alone at the stone table, gazing at the courtyard wall for a long time in a daze.

That direction is directly opposite the Sutra Repository.

Thirty years ago, when he first entered the sect, his master took him to the third floor of the Sutra Repository.

Behind the slightly ajar wooden door sat an old Taoist priest.

At that time, the master only gave one instruction: This person is the Quanzhen Sect's trump card. He must not be disturbed unless it is a matter of life and death.

Thirty years have passed, and the old Taoist priest is still alive.

Yang Guo had just walked out of the Sutra Pavilion a couple of days ago.

Yang Guo walked forward along the stone path in the backyard.

There are four guest rooms in total, with Huang Rong's room being on the far left.

The window paper let in an orange-yellow light.

He walked up the steps, reached out and pushed the door open; it wasn't latched.

Inside the room, Huang Rong sat on the edge of the bed, having changed into a plain white undergarment.

The fabric is very thin, clinging to the skin and revealing the voluptuous curves of a mature woman.

Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, making her look less imposing during the day and more feminine.

Yang Guo went inside, closed the door behind him, and bolted it shut.

"Chief Huang, you didn't even lock the door, did you come all this way just to wait for me?" Yang Guo pulled over a wooden chair and sat down opposite Huang Rong.

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him, her tone maintaining the air of an elder: "You just went to the Scripture Pavilion, why aren't you practicing your skills? What are you doing here? The Quanzhen Sect is full of people and eyes, and you are now the sect leader, you have to consider your status when you do things."

Yang Guo wasn't buying it. He stood up, walked to the bedside, and sat down directly next to Huang Rong.

"What status do you have? I, the sect leader, am just a laborer." Yang Guo reached out and grabbed Huang Rong's wrist, his thumb rubbing against the back of her hand. "There were too many people in the main hall during the day, and I didn't have a chance to take a good look at you. The collar of this undergarment is a bit too big."

Huang Rong quickly reached out to pull at her collar, her cheeks flushing red.

"Stop being so cheeky." Huang Rong stepped back slightly. "Let's get down to business. You said this afternoon you were going to Jiangnan to investigate the Lu Family Manor case. When are you planning to leave?"

"I'll leave once I've sorted out this mess at Chongyang Palace." Yang Guo didn't let go, and instead wrapped his arm around Huang Rong's waist, his palm feeling the amazing elasticity and warmth through the fabric.

Huang Rong tensed up, and her breathing became somewhat erratic.

The two had been able to be honest with each other in the ancient tomb to heal their wounds, but now, in this guest room of the Taoist temple, this thrill made her heart race.

"Guo'er, stop fooling around. Wushuang and Li Mochou are next door." Huang Rong tried to push Yang Guo's hand away.

"They're fast asleep, they can't hear you." Yang Guo's hand moved upwards along their waistline.

Huang Rong bit her lower lip, suppressing the sound in her throat, and glared at Yang Guo, scolding, "You little thief, how dare you bully me like this?"

"If Master Guo knew that Chief Huang was sitting on the lap of the Quanzhen Sect Leader, he'd probably be so angry he'd march all the way from Xiangyang." Yang Guo deliberately chose to say things like that to provoke her.

Huang Rong's defenses completely collapsed, and she leaned against Yang Guo's chest.

"Seriously," Huang Rong said, panting, trying to maintain her last bit of rationality. "The situation in Jiangnan is very complicated. There are Taihu Lake strongholds, the Jiaxing government office, and the local martial arts families that are deeply entrenched. The Beggars' Clan's influence there has only recently been restored. If you go, I'll have Master Lu accompany you."

"With Chief Huang backing me up, what do I have to fear?" Yang Guo whispered in her ear, "The old Taoist priest has shown me the secrets of the Qiankun Technique, and the true energy within my body has begun to merge. Let's practice this new technique now."

Yang Guo lowered his head and kissed Huang Rong's lips. Huang Rong struggled symbolically for a moment, then wrapped her arms around Yang Guo's neck.

The two fell onto the bed, their clothes scattered all over the floor.

Yang Guo circulated the red and black beads in his lower dantian, and a stream of extremely pure innate energy flowed into Huang Rong's body through his palm.

Huang Rong felt her entire body's meridians enveloped in a warm sensation, so comfortable that it made her feel weak.

This power is even more domineering than the previous Nine Yin True Qi, full of strong aggression, yet irresistible.

The candles in the room went out, and the wooden bed made a slight creaking sound.

……

The next morning, Yang Guo was awakened by a knock on the door.

He lived in the headmaster's residence in the backyard of Chongyang Palace, which was originally Ma Yu's residence.

The room contained only a hard bed and an old chair, with half a pot of stale tea on the table, as austere as a fake monk.

Yang Guo rolled over, his voice still not fully clear: "Who?"

Qiu Chuji.

Yang Guo sat up, put on his outer robe, and opened the door.

Qiu Chuji stood outside the door, his right arm still in a sling, but his complexion wasn't as sallow as yesterday. He came alone, without any disciples behind him.

"Grandmaster, so early?" Yang Guo stepped aside to make way.

Qiu Chuji walked into the room and glanced around. The room was clean and tidy, the bed was neatly made, there was nothing superfluous, and he couldn't find any trace of anything.

Huang Rong went back to her room late last night!

Yang Guo poured a cup of tea and handed it over.

Qiu Chuji didn't drink; he simply sat down in the chair.

"You did a good job in the main hall yesterday," Qiu Chuji said bluntly.

"Grandmaster, aren't you heartbroken?" Yang Guo pulled up a small stool and sat down opposite him, asking very directly.

"It pains me," Qiu Chuji replied directly. "After all, he's my disciple. But he deserves every beating he gets. It's only right that you teach someone I, Qiu Chuji, can't teach."

Yang Guo nodded but didn't respond to that. He knew Qiu Chuji wasn't there to complain; he must have something important to discuss.

Sure enough, Qiu Chuji changed the subject: "I've already arranged for breakfast to be sent to the female guests you brought. Everyone in the martial arts world knows Huang Rong's identity as the leader of the Clan. It's understandable that we treat her with the utmost courtesy when she visits Chongyang Palace. But how do you plan to explain the matter of the Ancient Tomb Sect and Li Mochou to the disciples?"