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

Yang Guo stood on the mountain path, blocking Lu Wushuang's path. Sunlight filtered through the pine needles, dappling his face.

He looked at Chen Ping'an and repeated what he had just said. "How can you prove you're a woman?"

Chen Ping'an bit his lip tightly, leaving a white mark on his lower lip.

She took a deep breath of the cool mountain air. "If Brother Yang doesn't believe me, you can have your wife come with me to the depths of the forest to examine her alone. We're both women; a simple examination will tell."

This was the safest method she could think of. Taking off her outer garment and removing her breast binder, then walking around in front of Lu Wushuang, would be the most direct proof.

Yang Guo shook his head without even thinking.

"no."

Chen Pingan was stunned. "Why not?"

"My wife is naive and hasn't seen much of the world," Yang Guo said, hands clasped across his chest, sounding completely self-righteous. "There are so many evil sects and heretics in the martial world. Illusions, sleeping potions, and wicked practices like 'yin-yang cultivation.' What if you drug her and take her away when no one's around? Who am I supposed to complain to?"

Lu Wushuang pouted behind Yang Guo's back.

Naïve? Unworldly? The Little Dragon Girl who was completely fooled by him with "Dream of the Red Chamber" a few months ago in the ancient tomb was the naïve one.

However, she was happy to play along with Yang Guo's act, so she simply reached out and grabbed Yang Guo's sleeve, shrinking behind him.

"Husband, I'm scared," Lu Wushuang said timidly.

Yang Guo patted the back of her hand. "Don't be afraid, your husband is here, no one can touch you."

Chen Ping'an watched the man and woman working together, his eyes reddening with anxiety. "I really am a woman! I have absolutely no evil intentions."

"Words are no proof." Yang Guo took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Since you don't dare let my wife verify it, then I'll have to verify it myself."

Chen Ping'an looked up and took a step back.

"You! You can forget about it!" She gripped the sword hilt again with her right hand.

To have a strange man examine her to see if she is a woman? That's not one of the rules on Peach Blossom Island. It's more unbearable than killing her outright.

"Don't be nervous. I won't take your clothes off." Yang Guo spread his hands, his palms clean. "Medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. The twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians of the human body differ between men and women. A woman's Ren and Dai meridians are more flexible than a man's. In terms of bone structure, a woman's collarbone, pelvis, and the curvature of her spine are also different from a man's."

Yang Guo spoke with utmost seriousness, even carrying a hint of the dignity of a prestigious sect.

"I studied medicine for a few years and know some bone-touching techniques. Without taking off your clothes, I can probe a few acupoints on your body through your clothing. With a bit of internal energy, I can tell whether you are a woman or not within three breaths."

Chen Ping'an remained silent, his mind racing as he considered countermeasures.

Yang Guo pressed on. "If you don't even dare to touch my bones, then you have something to hide. I will not let anyone who covets my wife leave this mountain alive today."

Having said that, the true energy at the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm once again overflowed from the soles of his feet. The pine needles scattered on the ground moved without wind, swirling around Yang Guo's legs.

Chen Ping'an felt another tightness in his chest. This internal force was too domineering. He was no match for it. He couldn't escape, he couldn't win, and the other party was also labeled a "lecherous thief."

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

"Okay." Chen Ping'an's voice trembled slightly. "Where do you want to investigate?"

"Turn around. Turn your back to me," Yang Guo commanded.

Chen Ping stood quietly for two breaths, then slowly turned around. She untied the book box from her back and placed it at her feet. Her hands hung at her sides, clenched into fists. Her blue robe clung to her body in the wind.

Yang Guo walked up behind her. The two were very close, less than a foot apart.

Lu Wushuang stood not far away, watching. As Yang Guo approached the scholar in the blue robe, that strange feeling in her heart resurfaced.

Yang Guo raised his hands.

A faint golden light shone from his fingertips. He had suppressed the internal energy of the One-Finger Divine Skill to its lowest level, mixing it with the unique warm true energy of the Qiankun Technique.

Her hands landed on Chen Ping'an's shoulders.

Chen Ping'an froze, his bones nearly breaking. The man's large palm, radiating astonishing heat, penetrated through the thin blue robe and reached his skin.

"Relax," Yang Guo's voice sounded behind Chen Ping'an's ear. His breath brushed against her neck.

"With your muscles so tense, I can't feel the gaps between your bones."

Chen Pingan forced himself to loosen his grip a little.

Yang Guo's hands slid down her shoulders. His thumbs and forefingers pressed into the sides of her collarbones with a little force.

"Hmm..." A low groan escaped Chen Ping'an's throat.

That spot was precisely where the meridians converged, and the true energy of the Qiankun Technique flowed into the acupoint. The true energy of this dual cultivation method naturally possessed an aphrodisiac effect, which was more direct for a virgin who had never experienced human relations than any aphrodisiac powder.

The true energy enters the body, transforming into a warm current that flows down the Du meridian.

Chen Ping'an felt her legs go weak. She bit her lip, trying hard not to make any strange noises.

Yang Guo's hands continued downwards, sliding along the groove of his back until they reached his lower back.

This is a woman's erogenous zone.

"His waist is indeed supple." Yang Guo placed his palms flat on Chen Ping'an's lower back. Two streams of true energy flowed into the belt meridian at the same time.

Chen Ping'an's breathing became completely erratic. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably. The heat coursing through her waist and abdomen reminded her of the noises coming from the next room last night.

The bed creaked and groaned. The young woman, surnamed Lu, pleaded for mercy intermittently.

At this very moment, the man who had caused all that commotion had his hands on his waist. Chen Ping'an felt his reason crumbling bit by bit.

"No..." she managed to squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth.

"We haven't finished exploring yet," Yang Guo said unhurriedly.

His hands continued down his waistline, reaching the junction of the lumbar vertebrae and coccyx. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, this is called the Baliao acupoint, which governs the Qi and blood in the lower abdomen.

Yang Guo pressed down hard twice with his fingers here.

Chen Ping'an gasped. His legs went weak, and he fell forward.

Yang Guo was prepared; he grabbed her waist with his left hand and pulled her back into his arms. Chen Ping'an's back was pressed tightly against Yang Guo's chest.

This posture is exactly the same as the one Lu Wushuang used when riding a horse this morning.

The true energy of the Qiankun Technique surged wildly within Chen Ping'an's body. She felt utterly powerless and could only lean limply against Yang Guo. Her ears, neck, and cheeks were completely flushed red.

Lu Wushuang watched from the side, her fingers digging into the leather of the water pouch. She recognized the technique Yang Guo was using. Last night, Yang Guo had used the same method to exhaust her until she had no strength left.

That bastard! In broad daylight, under the guise of verifying identity, he's taking advantage of people.

Lu Wushuang cursed inwardly.

Yang Guo was clearly groping her. But she couldn't and didn't want to expose him.

On one hand, Yang Guo was busy with important business; on the other hand, seeing the scholar trembling all over from being touched, Lu Wushuang felt a strange sense of pleasure.

You've been staring at my legs all day, haven't you? Now that someone's touching them, you know how uncomfortable you feel, right?

Yang Guo had his arm around Chen Ping'an's waist, his right hand still probing near her tailbone.

"Your pelvis is a bit wide, and your tailbone is tucked in. The flow of Qi in your belt meridian is not smooth, and you have some coldness in your uterus." Yang Guo's voice was right next to Chen Ping'an's ear. "When you usually have your period, do you experience a dull ache in your lower abdomen?"

Chen Ping'an was filled with shame and indignation. Tian Gui refers to a woman's menstruation. This kind of private talk, usually reserved for women, was actually said to her face by a man, who even added the assertion of "cold uterus."

"Let me go!" Chen Ping'an struggled with all his might.

Yang Guo released his grip and took a step back.

Chen Ping'an lost her balance and staggered a couple of steps before regaining her footing. She quickly turned around, gasping for breath. Her eyes were misty, and she looked at Yang Guo with a murderous glare.