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

Yang Guo stood up and glanced around at everyone present.

"That's how the division of labor works. Everyone does their own thing. If you encounter any disputes, come to me. I only care about results, not nonsense. Also, the deadlines are strict. The Intelligence Department needs to produce the site selection plan for the first batch of contact points within three days, the Economic Department needs to give me the resource list for Zhongnan Mountain within five days, and the defense plan needs to be completed within ten days. Anyone who delays the schedule will have their salary deducted. That's all."

Li Zhiqing led Wang Tieniu out first.

Yang Guo called out to Lu Wushuang.

"Wushuang, go back to your room and wait. I'll talk to you later about the Beggars' Sect's communication code."

Lu Wushuang gave an "oh," pocketed the sunflower seed shells, and walked towards the door. She paused at the door, glanced back at Yang Guo, grinned, and then limped away.

Xiaolongnu also got up and walked out. As she passed Yang Guo, she stopped and turned her head to say something in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Practice your skills tonight, don't be late."

After speaking, he walked towards the door. As he reached the door, he turned back and glanced at Li Mochou. His expression was extremely indifferent; that glance lingered on Li Mochou for less than a second before he looked away and left.

Li Mochou noticed that glance, but said nothing.

Only Yang Guo and Li Mochou remained in the council hall.

Yang Guo walked to the door, closed the two large doors, and bolted them shut.

"What are you doing?" Li Mochou tilted her head.

"Check the recovery status of your meridians."

Yang Guo moved a chair and placed it opposite Li Mochou, then sat down.

"When Chief Huang was here, the four of us would practice our internal energy together. Now that he's gone, I can only channel it into you alone. Take off your coat; I need to directly access the major acupoints along the meridian pathways."

Li Mochou leaned back in her chair without moving, scrutinizing Yang Guo.

Yang Guo spread his hands: "Technician Li, do you want to save face or protect your meridians? You've finally managed to gather a ball of true energy in your dantian, and if you don't give it another boost, it'll dissipate."

Li Mochou hesitated for two seconds. She reached out and unbuttoned the large Taoist robe, revealing the thin white undergarment clinging to her body, outlining her curves.

Yang Guo's eyes swept over the white undergarment, he swallowed hard, and put on a professional expression.

"Let's take his pulse first."

Yang Guo moved his chair forward, their knees almost touching. He extended his right hand, placing two fingers on the pulse point of Li Mochou's left wrist, and closed his eyes to sense it.

After a moment, Yang Guo frowned.

"Your meridians are recovering, but it's too slow. Ouyang Feng's reverse-style Nine Yin Seal technique is too tricky. Relying solely on natural recovery, it will take at least another six months. We need to increase the dosage. I'll use the bead to infuse you with pure innate primordial energy, directly opening up several of the sealed branch meridians."

Yang Guo loosened his wrist and patted his thigh.

"Sit here. When practicing qigong, you need to be close to the body; the closer, the better. If you sit in the chair, I can't reach the acupoints on your back."

Li Mochou glanced down at Yang Guo's thigh, then looked up at Yang Guo's smug face.

"You want me to sit on your lap?"

"Do you value your pride or your life?"

Li Mochou pursed her lips, stood up, walked over, and sat sideways on Yang Guo's left leg.

Yang Guo wrapped his left arm around Li Mochou's waist, placing his palm on the Dazhui acupoint on her back. His right hand rested on the pulse point of her left wrist.

"Relax, don't tense up. Just bear with it, it might be a little uncomfortable."

Yang Guo closed his eyes, and guided by his will, the red and black beads in his lower dantian began to rotate. A surge of pure innate energy flowed from his palm, flowing into Li Mochou's body through the Dazhui acupoint.

Li Mochou trembled all over. Her body tensed, and her teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

This power was even stronger than the infusion that had occurred on the Jade Bed a few days prior. After entering the meridians, the true energy surged and crashed through the dried-up riverbed, washing over the acupoints sealed by Ouyang Feng. While the acupoints themselves didn't loosen, the surrounding meridians, nourished by this power, became considerably more flexible.

The faint pure Yin Qi in Li Mochou's lower dantian was stimulated by the external innate Yuan Qi and began to slowly circulate on its own.

Yang Guo moved his left palm down the spine from the Dazhui acupoint, clearing the blocked meridians one by one.

"Your waist is so flexible," Yang Guo said, his eyes closed, launching into a tirade. "Have you ever practiced yoga?"

"What?" Li Mochou squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

"A technique to make the body more flexible. Never mind, I can't explain it to you."

The palm rests on the Mingmen acupoint on the lower back, increasing the output of true qi.

Li Mochou groaned softly, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. A surge of soreness and warmth welled up simultaneously, as her entire back was thoroughly massaged from the inside out.

His breathing quickened.

Yang Guo slightly adjusted the position of his hand, moving his palm two inches up from the Mingmen acupoint.

Li Mochou gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath, "What are you moving it up for? The Mingmen acupoint is down there!"

"I'm looking for your Jiaji acupoint. There are two blocked meridians on your back, and I need to unblock them through the Jiaji acupoint."

"Don't try to fool me with acupuncture point names. If you move your hand any higher..."

"Alright, alright, I won't move anymore." Yang Guo obediently put his hand back in its original position.

"Shut up and concentrate on your internal energy." Li Mochou squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

"I'm used to multitasking; talking doesn't interfere with my work."

The infusion of true qi lasted for about half an hour.

A fine layer of sweat beaded on Li Mochou's forehead, and the white inner garment on her back was soaked through, clinging to her skin. Two faint patches of color finally returned to her previously deathly pale cheeks.

Yang Guo withdrew his inner energy and opened his eyes.

"Come down, and give it a try. Circulate your inner energy."

Li Mochou stood up from Yang Guo's lap, straightened her wrinkled robes, and flexed her fingers.

The index and middle fingers of his right hand could move. It was only an extremely weak flow of internal energy, not even enough to pierce a piece of paper. But compared to the previous state where he couldn't even muster a single drop of true energy, it was a world of difference.

Li Mochou closed her eyes and guided the pure Yin energy in her dantian along the Ren meridian. The energy paused slightly at the Tanzhong acupoint, but still managed to pass through, albeit with some difficulty. After traversing the entire Ren meridian, it returned to her dantian.

Li Mochou opened her eyes, and a glint appeared in them.

He can now circulate his internal energy. He's very weak; he can't even unleash a single Crimson Serpent Palm strike, but his true energy is flowing.

"How's it going? Is your Master Yang's cooking alright?" Yang Guo walked back and sat down opposite him, pouring himself a cup of tea.

Li Mochou looked down at her two movable fingers and her lips moved slightly.

"good."

"You're still far from being a real fighter, but at least you're no longer a cripple." Yang Guo took a sip of tea. "From now on, give it to me every three days. In two months at most, your meridians will be restored to the point where you can cultivate on your own."

Li Mochou stood facing the door for a few seconds.

Thanks.

He squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth, then pushed open the door and left without looking back.

Yang Guo leaned back in his chair, watching Li Mochou's departing figure, and rubbed his hands together.

The warmth of that waist still lingered in my palm.

People from all four sectors—intelligence, economy, defense, and logistics—have been assigned to the project.

The team was a mixed bag, but at least they managed to move from theory to practice.

Yang Guo took another sip of tea, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh. His gaze fell on the closed door.

"The meridians can recover a little slower," Yang Guo muttered to himself, his mouth twisting upwards. "It'll take two months of this, what's the rush?"