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

Yang Guo was pressing down on Xiaolongnu, and the two were extremely close.

Little Dragon Girl's black Taoist robe spread out, exposing large areas of her fair skin to the air.

Yang Guo's hand embraced that slender waist, the warmth of his palm directly transmitted to her.

"Rich lady Long, I'll take this money. Tonight, I'll make sure you feel it's well worth the price."

Yang Guo lowered his head and leaned close to Xiaolongnu's ear, his warm breath brushing against her neck.

Little Dragon Girl reached out and pressed against Yang Guo's chest, gently drawing circles with her fingers.

"You took my money, so you're not allowed to fawn over that guy surnamed Li anymore. I paid for you, so you have to follow my rules."

"That's necessary for work."

Yang Guo grabbed the mischievous hand and pressed it against the pillow.

"The Quanzhen Sect has hundreds of mouths to feed, and as the sect leader, I have to keep things running smoothly. I'm constantly being obstructed by the Economic Affairs Office, so I have to appease them. But now that Elder Long is giving me his full support, I, Yang Guo, will only live off your kindness from now on."

Xiaolongnu's lips curled up slightly, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

"Even if you're a kept man, you'll have to prove yourself. Today, this elder will put your skills to the test."

Yang Guo grinned mischievously and reached out to tear off the red ribbon.

The Taoist robe slipped completely off. Little Dragon Girl crossed her long legs, locking Yang Guo's waist in place.

The two rolled around on the bed, the bed frame creaking under their weight.

Yang Guo took the initiative, and the internal energy of his One-Finger Divine Skill traveled along his fingertips to Xiaolongnu's various acupoints.

This kind of internal energy stimulation is more effective than any other method.

Xiaolongnu's body went limp, and her breathing became rapid.

She bit her lip, trying her best to maintain the dignity of an elder.

"Call me Daddy Sugar Daddy," Little Dragon Girl said breathlessly, her voice carrying an unyielding tone.

"Daddy." Yang Guo cooperated perfectly, but his actions became increasingly domineering.

He lowered his head and kissed those red lips, silencing Xiaolongnu from saying anything more.

The room was filled with the warmth of spring. The two of them didn't stop until well past midnight.

Yang Guo lay on the inside, while Xiaolongnu nestled in his arms, her fingers playing with his loose hair.

"Let's get down to business." Little Dragon Girl straightened her disheveled clothes.

"The Mongols are investigating the Quanzhen Sect's background, which is not a good sign. That fat Zhao Yuanlang is unreliable. He can help us delay for a while because of the bracelet, but once the Mongol army reaches Guanzhong, he'll be the first to run away."

Yang Guo nodded.

"I understand. Zhao Yuanlang is just a stepping stone. We'll use him to spread the name of the Quanzhen Sect and get some operating funds. The real defense still depends on ourselves."

Little Dragon Girl pointed to the table.

"I've finished drawing the defense plan. With this money, tomorrow I'll have Li Zhiqing lead men down the mountain to purchase refined iron and crossbow parts. The Ancient Tomb Sect's hidden crossbows are extremely lethal; if deployed properly, no matter how many Mongols come, they'll all die. I'll go back to the Ancient Tomb Sect tomorrow and bring over the core components from the blueprints."

"My wife is wise." Yang Guo kissed her forehead. "Go to sleep, we have a tough battle to fight tomorrow."

The next morning, Yang Guo walked out of the guest room, supporting his back.

Lu Wushuang stood in the courtyard with a basin of water in her hand. When she saw Yang Guo's posture, she curled her lip.

"Where did you go last night? Did you hurt your back again?" Lu Wushuang handed over the towel, her eyes filled with suspicion.

"What does this little girl know? She's just overworking for the Quanzhen Sect."

Yang Guo washed his face, feeling slightly better. He tucked the stack of gold notes into his pocket and straightened his Taoist robe. "Go and summon Li Zhiqing and Wang Tieniu to the Economic Department; it's important."

Half an hour later, in the courtyard of the Economic Department.

Li Mochou sat at her desk, checking the accounts of yesterday's buying and selling of bracelets.

Yang Guo pushed open the door and went in, with Lu Wushuang following behind.

Li Zhiqing and Wang Tieniu also arrived quickly and stood aside waiting for instructions.

"Sect Leader," Li Zhiqing bowed respectfully.

Yang Guo walked to the desk, took out the thick stack of Datong Bank gold notes from his pocket, and slammed them on the table with a thud.

"Technician Li, please." Yang Guo pulled up a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked smug.

Li Mochou frowned and picked up the top gold note to take a look.

A face value of one thousand taels.

Her hand trembled, and she quickly flipped through the tickets below.

Ten!

A full ten thousand taels of gold notes!

Li Mochou raised her head, her eyes filled with shock.

"Did you go down the mountain to rob a bank last night?"

"Am I, Yang Guo, that kind of person?"

Yang Guo snorted. "This is sponsorship that I, the sect leader, secured. The specific source is a trade secret, so don't worry about it. With this money, the Quanzhen Sect's funding gap will be completely filled."

Lu Wushuang stared wide-eyed at the scene.

Ten thousand taels of gold notes.

The Quanzhen Sect's wealth over sixty years didn't even amount to this much.

This man was worrying about a few taels of silver yesterday, but today he brought back a mountain of gold.

Li Mochou took a few deep breaths and locked the gold notes in the drawer.

"With this money, should you still continue the bracelet business?"

"Do it, why not do it?"

Yang Guo tapped the table. "The bracelets are for the high-end market, making money from high-ranking officials and wealthy people. This money is for military development."

Yang Guo turned to look at Li Zhiqing and Wang Tieniu, his joking expression disappearing and his tone becoming serious.

"Tie Niu, continue cutting timber in the back mountain. Zhi Qing, take a few clever disciples, change into civilian clothes, and take the money to Chang'an City and the surrounding prefectures. Buy back all the fine iron wire and copper bells available on the market. Buy as much as you can."

Li Zhiqing was taken aback. "Sect Leader, why buy so much refined iron wire?"

"Set up a defensive line." Yang Guo stood up. "The Mongol spies have already set their sights on Zhongnan Mountain. We must block all three routes into the mountain within half a month."

Yang Guo walked to Li Mochou's side, took out the defense diagram drawn by Xiaolongnu from his sleeve, and spread it on the table.

"This is the defense map of Zhongnan Mountain. The red dots indicate the locations of the crossbows and tripwires. Zhiqing, after you buy the materials, give them to Tie Niu's fire-crafting Taoist priest to forge the components. I'll personally oversee the assembly."

Li Mochou frowned as she looked at the dense markings on the blueprint.

"Who drew this diagram? This kind of trap setup is insidious and vicious, with danger at every turn. It's not the style of the Quanzhen Sect at all."

"A master has given me guidance," Yang Guo laughed it off.

He couldn't very well say it was painted by the head of the Ancient Tomb Sect next door.

Wang Tieniu touched his bald head, looking troubled.

"Master, we Fire-Worker Monks only know how to forge iron; we can't make such intricate crossbows. Those things require craftsmen who understand mechanical arts."

"I'll handle the core components of the crossbow. You all just focus on making the arrows and wire," Yang Guo patted Wang Tieniu on the shoulder. "Remember, this must be kept secret. Everyone involved in its construction must live and eat on the back mountain and is not allowed to leave. Anyone who leaks the news will be punished according to the sect rules."

Wang Tieniu accepted the order and left.

Li Zhiqing also took the money and went down the mountain to purchase materials.

Only Yang Guo, Li Mochou, and Lu Wushuang remained in the room.

Li Mochou stared at Yang Guo with sharp, scrutinizing eyes.

"Tell me honestly, who drew these blueprints? And that ten thousand taels of gold notes, was it given to you by that woman in the ancient tomb?"

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

Li Mochou's intuition was incredibly accurate; this woman's twenty years of experience in the martial arts world were no fluke.

"Technician Li, you're overthinking it." Yang Guo said calmly, his tone completely natural.

"I, Yang Guo, a dignified seven-foot-tall man and the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, how could I possibly live off a woman? I found this blueprint among the ancient books in the Sutra Pavilion. As for the money, I have my own clever plan."

Li Mochou sneered, clearly not believing this nonsense.

But she didn't press the matter further.

The Quanzhen Sect is currently facing a threat from the Mongols, and internal strife must be avoided.

As long as the money is there and the defenses can be built, she doesn't care where Yang Guo got the money from.

"Suit yourself." Li Mochou put away the blueprints. "I'll arrange for people to handle the materials. I'll keep a clear record of everything, and I won't waste a single penny."

Yang Guo nodded in approval. "I trust Technician Li the most. Tonight I'll go to your room and help you clear your meridians again."

Li Mochou glared at him. "Get lost, stop talking nonsense in broad daylight."