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

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Deep in the dense forest behind Zhongnan Mountain.

Wang Tieniu stood on the edge of the cliff with several pyrotechnicians.

Wang Tieniu stretched out his thick finger and pointed to a clump of bushes in front of him.

"Master, this area is equipped with thirty-six linked crossbows. The crossbow mechanisms are all made of fine steel, and the links are coated with a thick layer of grease, so they will never rust when exposed to water. As soon as someone touches that fine iron wire, all thirty-six iron arrows will be fired at once. Even a top expert would be left with half a life if they tried to break through."

Yang Guo stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff, his gaze sweeping over the withered branches and fallen leaves on the ground.

A deadly trap lurks beneath the withered leaves.

In the past two weeks, the Quanzhen Sect's defense projects have progressed extremely rapidly.

All the fine iron wire and copper bells that Li Zhiqing bought arrived, and the defensive blueprints drawn by Xiaolongnu were transformed into a real killing formation.

All three routes into the mountains were completely blocked.

"Well done." Yang Guo patted Wang Tieniu on the shoulder.

"Have the men retreat to the front of the mountain and get some rest for the next few days. Tell the kitchen to add more meat tonight."

Wang Tieniu grinned and led the monks down the mountain.

Yang Guo was the only one left on the cliff edge.

Yang Guo exhaled a long breath and circulated his internal energy.

During this period, Yang Guo supervised the teaching affairs during the day and spent his nights working non-stop in the room of the three women.

The Yin-Yang harmony method of the Qiankun Technique has been brought to its extreme.

Xiaolongnu's cultivation level directly reached the late stage of the Innate Realm.

Li Mochou's meridians were completely opened.

Lu Wushuang's leg, which had been lame for many years, was healed thanks to the combined nourishment of the Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian and the Qian Kun Jue.

No longer can you tell that he has any disability when he walks.

Yang Guo himself also reaped the benefits.

After sixteen years of refining his inner strength, the One-Finger Divine Skill finally broke through the bottleneck and entered the fifth grade.

The gaze fell upon a granite slab about half a person's height on the edge of the cliff.

Yang Guo raised his right arm and brought his index fingers together.

The pure Yang energy within the body is compressed wildly, surging along the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and converging at the fingertips.

A dazzling pale golden light shone from his fingertips.

Without any unnecessary movements, Yang Guo pointed with one finger.

A muffled, thunderous sound erupted in the air.

A crimson-gold finger strike shot out, covering a distance of three zhang, and accurately struck the granite.

"Bang."

The granite exploded from the middle, sending rubble flying in all directions.

The spot where it was hit left a hole the size of a large bowl.

The edges of the hole were a strange, charred black, and the stone was melted by the high temperature, emitting wisps of white smoke.

The Fifth Grade One Yang Finger technique utilizes pure Yang finger power and high-temperature burning.

Yang Guo looked at the remaining golden light on his fingertips and withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

With such power, even if the Golden Wheel Monk were to return, Yang Guo would have the confidence to face him head-on for several moves.

With the defenses in place, our strength has increased.

It's time to prepare to descend the mountain.

Yang Guo turned around and returned to Chongyang Palace along the path.

Our first stop was the courtyard of the Economic Department.

The courtyard gate was open, and Li Mochou sat at her desk, holding an account book in her hand, checking the numbers on it.

Yang Guo went inside and locked the door shut behind him.

Hearing the door bolt fall, Li Mochou looked up.

Without saying a word, Li Mochou slammed her right palm heavily on the table and leaped into the air.

With its five fingers forming claws, it aimed straight for Yang Guo's throat.

The palm strike was sharp and carried a chilling aura.

Crimson Palm.

The acupoints sealed by Ouyang Feng have been completely released, Li Mochou's internal injuries have healed, and her strength has returned to its peak.

Yang Guo neither dodged nor avoided, but reached out with his right hand and precisely grabbed Li Mochou's wrist.

The Qiankun Technique within her body circulated on its own, and a warm stream of true energy flowed out from her palm, directly entering Li Mochou's meridians.

Li Mochou's chilling internal energy dissipated immediately upon encountering this true energy.

My body went limp involuntarily.

Yang Guo took the opportunity to put his arm around Li Mochou's waist, took a step forward, and pressed her directly onto the large desk.

The account books on the table were scattered all over the floor.

"Technician Li, you murdered your husband right after regaining your martial arts skills?"

Yang Guo placed Li Mochou's hands on her head and looked down at her face, which could be both angry and happy.

Li Mochou was panting, her chest heaving violently. Her wide Taoist robe was pressed into a breathtaking arc.

"Let me go. If someone sees you, the sect leader, have no shame?" Li Mochou twisted her body, trying to break free.

The more they struggled, the tighter they clung to each other.

Yang Guo lowered his head and bit Li Mochou's earlobe.

Li Mochou trembled and let out a sweet, nasal sound.

"You're already out of strength? Where did all that fierceness you showed when you hit me go?" Yang Guo loosened his grip on his wrist and slipped his hand inside the collar of the Taoist robe.

It feels soft and delicate to the touch.

Li Mochou closed her eyes, a hint of spring in her eyes. During this time, Yang Guo had been using the Qiankun Technique to regulate her meridians nightly, causing her body to develop a great dependence on this true energy. Whenever Yang Guo touched her, Li Mochou couldn't muster the slightest strength to resist.

"Bastard," Li Mochou cursed, her voice so soft it could melt water.

Yang Guo intensified his movements.

"I'm going down the mountain in a few days," Yang Guo whispered in Li Mochou's ear.

Li Mochou opened her eyes, and the spring-like feeling in them faded somewhat.

"What are you going down the mountain for?"

"Since I, Yang Guo, joined the Quanzhen Sect three years ago, I have never left the Zhongnan Mountain area. Now that my kung fu has reached a certain level, it's time for me to show off my skills before the world!"

Yang Guo pulled his hand away and helped Li Mochou straighten her disheveled clothes.

Yang Guo did not tell Li Mochou the real reason. First, he wanted to go to Xiangyang to see Huang Rong and test Guo Jing's strength. Second, he wanted to investigate who was responsible for the massacre of Lu Wushuang's family.

Li Mochou sat up and tidied her hair.

"How many people are you taking?"

"Just bring Lu Wushuang. Too many people around will only make us more likely to be spotted."

Yang Guo pulled up a chair and sat down.

"After I'm gone, you'll have to keep things running smoothly at Zhongnan Mountain. If you encounter anything you're unsure about, go and discuss it with Elder Long in the back courtyard. The two of you shouldn't fight amongst yourselves."

Li Mochou snorted coldly.

"What's there for me to discuss with her? She guards her ancient tomb, and I'll manage my accounts."

Yang Guo smiled, but did not point out the subtle understanding between the two women.

After leaving the Economic Department, Yang Guo returned to his residence.

It was already getting dark.

The lights were on inside. Lu Wushuang was bending over, making the bed.

Lu Wushuang wasn't wearing the Quanzhen Sect's Taoist robe today; instead, she wore a light green silk skirt. A white ribbon was tied around her waist, tightly cinching her slender figure.

Hearing footsteps, Lu Wushuang turned around.

"Master, you're back."

Yang Guo walked to the table, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Walk a couple of steps for me to see."

Lu Wushuang was taken aback for a moment, then understood. She lifted her skirt and walked around the room twice.

She moved with light steps and graceful posture.

The left leg, which was half an inch shorter, is now the same length as the right leg.

He no longer has the slightest limp when he walks.

Lu Wushuang stopped in front of Yang Guo, her eyes reddening.

"I'm completely healed," Lu Wushuang said, her voice trembling. "It doesn't hurt at all anymore."

Yang Guo put down his teacup, reached out and pulled Lu Wushuang into his arms, letting her sit on his lap.

Lu Wushuang obediently leaned against Yang Guo's chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Now that your leg is healed, shouldn't you repay me, the miracle doctor?" Yang Guo placed his hand on that long, straight leg, slowly sliding it upwards through the hem of her skirt.