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

Yang Guo nodded; this was the part that troubled him the most.

"You can't build your own intelligence network," Huang Rong suggested. "The Beggars' Sect disciples are all over the world and have the best information network. You just need to establish a few contact points around Zhongnan Mountain and connect them with the Beggars' Sect's information network. After I return to Xiangyang, I will set up a Beggars' Sect spy in each of the three prefectures of Chang'an, Fengxiang, and Xingyuan. If there is any disturbance, we will send a message directly to Chongyang Palace by carrier pigeon."

Yang Guo's eyes lit up. With the Beggars' Sect as a foundation, the Intelligence Bureau could be established.

"My dear wife is so thoughtful." Yang Guo leaned over and kissed Huang Rong on the cheek.

"Economically, you shouldn't always be thinking about going down the mountain to open a shop."

Huang Rong wiped the drool from her face and continued her instructions, "The Quanzhen Sect owns Zhongnan Mountain, and the whole mountain is overflowing with money. Zhongnan Mountain has three treasures. First, medicinal herbs. No one has ventured into the back mountain for years, and there are century-old ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms everywhere. Find a few knowledgeable doctors to lead people to collect herbs. Keep some for the alchemy hall and sell the rest to the pharmacies down the mountain. Second, ores. There are iron mines on the West Peak. The Quanzhen Sect doesn't need to ask anyone to forge weapons; they can mine and forge the iron themselves. Third, timber. Timber is scarce in the Guanzhong area. Cut down the big trees and transport them down the mountain; those wealthy merchants will be fighting over them. You're sitting on a treasure mountain begging for food; you're incredibly stupid."

Yang Guo's eyes lit up again.

He didn't think about this during the day; he was only thinking about developing modern logistics and chain stores. Zhongnan Mountain is rich in resources, and developing these resources is the most direct way to make money.

He suddenly slapped Huang Rong's thigh.

"The female strategist lives up to her name!" Yang Guo leaned over and kissed Huang Rong on the cheek again. "I was so focused on running logistics and opening shops that I forgot about the land left by our ancestors."

Huang Rong's thighs went numb from the slap, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"In terms of defense, don't build city walls on the mountains."

Huang Rong dipped her finger in tea and drew a simple diagram on the table. "The best defense is to keep the enemy a hundred miles away. You can open a few teahouses and inns along the main roads at the foot of the mountain, and settle the lay disciples of the Quanzhen Sect or hire local hunters. As soon as someone of unknown origin enters the mountain, you can get the news in advance."

Yang Guo kept all these words in mind.

Huang Rong took a small bamboo tube out of her bundle and handed it to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo pulled out the cork and poured out three pigeon feathers with red markings.

"These are feathers from the carrier pigeons trained by the Beggars' Sect headquarters," Huang Rong said in a low voice. "Different feathers correspond to different contact points. In case of emergency, you can tie the letter to a Beggars' Sect pigeon, and they will find their way on their own. When the Beggars' Sect disciples see the markings, they will intercept and forward the message. The code is based on the Thousand Character Classic, with the third character corresponding to the first character on the letter, and so on."

Yang Guo carefully put the bamboo tube away from his body.

After the business was over, the atmosphere in the room became extremely subtle.

The night wind rustled the paper windows.

Huang Rong stood up and tidied up the tea set on the table.

Yang Guo sat where he was, his gaze following the back of the blue outfit down to the full curves of her body.

"I'll set off first thing tomorrow morning." Huang Rong said in a very low voice, her back to Yang Guo. "I'll have Master Lu continue to follow up on the case of the Lu Family Manor in Jiangnan. He'll send you any news as soon as possible."

Yang Guo walked over and picked Huang Rong up in his arms.

Huang Rong gasped in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around Yang Guo's neck.

"Put me down." Huang Rong struggled a couple of times, but her strength was weak.

Yang Guo carried Huang Rong to the bedside and pressed her down onto the bed.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, so don't even think about sleeping tonight." Yang Guo reached out to untie the tightly bound belt.

Huang Rong pressed down on Yang Guo's hand, a look of panic flashing in her eyes.

"Stop fooling around, we still have to travel tomorrow." Huang Rong bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed.

"You ride the horse, I'll do the work, it won't be a problem." Yang Guo brushed Huang Rong's hand away and loosened his belt.

Her light blue outfit came undone, revealing a pink bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water underneath.

Her fair skin glowed in the dim light.

Yang Guo's breathing quickened; no matter how many times he looked at this woman, he couldn't resist her charm.

Yang Guo lowered his head and kissed Huang Rong's lips.

Huang Rong closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Yang Guo's back, and dug her nails into his flesh.

The two rolled around on the bed, their clothes falling onto the footboard one by one.

Yang Guo grasped her slender waist with both hands and began to circulate the Qiankun Technique within his body, causing the red and black bead in his lower dantian to slowly rotate.

An extremely pure stream of innate energy flowed into Huang Rong's body through her palm.

Huang Rong let out a muffled groan.

This surge of true energy was even more domineering than before, carrying a strong aggressiveness as it surged through her meridians before finally converging into her Crimson Palace.

Driven by this force, the Nine Yin True Qi circulated several times faster.

The two were completely honest with each other.

Huang Rong's rationality was completely shattered, and she gasped for breath.

The wooden bed made a very regular shaking sound.

Sweat dripped from Yang Guo's forehead onto Huang Rong's collarbone.

Huang Rong cupped Yang Guo's face in her hands, her eyes glazed over.

"Take care of yourself." Huang Rong's voice was hoarse. "The Quanzhen Sect has expanded too much now, and many people are watching you. Don't try to fight someone again."

Yang Guo looked down at that stunningly beautiful face.

"Once I've established the Quanzhen Sect and resolved the troubles here," Yang Guo said solemnly, "I'll come to Xiangyang to see you. If Master Guo tries to stop me then, I'll fight my way in."

Huang Rong felt a lump in her throat, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

She suddenly raised her head and bit Yang Guo's shoulder.

That bite was so hard that it drew blood.

Yang Guo didn't dodge, letting her bite him.

Huang Rong opened her mouth, looked at the row of bloody teeth marks, and gently touched them with her hand.

"This is a mark," Huang Rong said breathlessly. "If you dare forget me, I won't let you off the hook."

Yang Guo grinned and suppressed it again.

"I can't forget it," Yang Guo said in a low voice. "Let's continue practicing."

The oil lamp burned out, plunging the room into darkness.

The dual cultivation cycle circulated continuously within their bodies, and the true energy generated by the Qiankun Technique completely repaired Huang Rong's hidden injuries, even widening her meridians slightly.

Most of the night was spent in this fusion.

The next morning, Zhongnan Mountain was shrouded in a thin mist.

Outside the gate of Chongyang Palace.

Huang Rong stood at the bottom of the stone steps, leading a chestnut horse.

She changed back into the attire of the Beggars' Sect leader, holding a dog-beating stick, her expression dignified and majestic, the alluring charm of the previous night completely gone.

Yang Guo stood on the stone steps, with Lu Wushuang following behind him.

Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou did not come out to see him off.

"That's enough to get you here." Huang Rong mounted her horse with nimble movements.

Yang Guo walked down the steps and patted the horse's neck.

"Have a safe journey." Yang Guo looked at Huang Rong on horseback. "See you in Xiangyang."

Huang Rong nodded and tightened her grip on the reins.

Before leaving, she turned her head, her gaze passing over Yang Guo's shoulder, and looked towards the backyard of Chongyang Palace.

That was the guest room where Little Dragon Girl lived.

Huang Rong narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze revealing an extremely subtle scrutiny and wariness.

As a woman herself, she could see what was hidden in that cold girl's eyes.

That was absolute possessiveness.

Huang Rong withdrew her gaze and squeezed her legs tightly around the horse's belly.

"drive!"

The chestnut horse neighed and galloped along the mountain path, quickly disappearing into the thin mist.

Yang Guo stood there, touching the row of teeth marks on his shoulder that were covered by his clothes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Lu Wushuang stepped forward and followed Yang Guo's gaze.

"Master, Chief Huang is gone. What are we going to do today?" Lu Wushuang asked.

Yang Guo turned around and strode back to Chongyang Palace.

"Let's have a meeting," Yang Guo said in a loud voice. "Today we'll fill in the framework for those departments, and then we'll go treasure hunting in the back mountains."