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

Cheng Ying gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, her fingers stiff and numb.

Wang Zhaoxing's hand was already outstretched in front of her, and the strong smell of perfume and alcohol hit her nostrils.

"Girl, don't be shy. Once we're at my place, we can get to know each other better," Wang Zhaoxing said with a lewd grin, his fingers reaching out to touch Cheng Ying's cheek.

The guards around them blocked the road completely, and the broker kept chiming in.

Cheng Ying was in despair.

She glanced at Yang Guo, who was still joking with Lu Wushuang not far away, and her defenses completely crumbled.

The dignity of the sect and the pride of a well-bred young lady were all trampled into the mud at this moment.

"Yang Guo!" Cheng Ying shouted, closing her eyes.

Her voice was trembling with tears.

Yang Guo stopped what he was doing with Lu Wushuang and turned to look at her.

"You called me?" Yang Guo asked knowingly.

Cheng Ying opened her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Help me," she gritted her teeth and uttered the two words.

Yang Guo pushed Lu Wushuang aside and slowly walked to the side of the stable.

"Help you? Why should I help you?" Yang Guo crossed his arms and looked Cheng Ying up and down, her alluring figure soaked in sweat.

"You didn't have money to buy the horse earlier, but now this young master Wang is paying for it for you. Wouldn't it be great if you went with him to enjoy a life of luxury?"

Cheng Ying was so angry that she trembled all over, her chest heaving violently.

She knew what Yang Guo wanted.

"I promise you." Cheng Ying lowered her head, her voice barely audible.

"Promise me what? Speak louder, I can't hear you." Yang Guo deliberately put his hand to his ear.

Wang Zhaoxing was displeased and turned to glare at Yang Guo.

"Where did this brat come from, daring to meddle in my business? He's got a death wish!"

Yang Guo ignored Wang Zhaoxing and kept his eyes fixed on Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying took a deep breath, suppressing the humiliation in her heart.

"I promise I'll be your concubine! I'll wash your feet and warm your bed! Are you satisfied now?!" Cheng Ying practically shouted.

After uttering those words, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she slid down the wooden railing to sit on the ground.

Her face turned as red as a purple hue, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Yang Guo smiled.

What he wanted was for Cheng Ying to say those words herself.

"You said it yourself, I didn't force you."

Yang Guo turned around and faced Wang Zhaoxing.

Wang Zhaoxing was confused by Cheng Ying's words, but then he realized that she had intercepted him halfway through.

"Kid, you dare to steal my woman?" Wang Zhaoxing looked Yang Guo up and down, and seeing that he was dressed plainly, he sneered.

"Break his legs and throw him out of the city!"

The four guards drew their swords and pounced on Yang Guo like wolves and tigers.

Yang Guo didn't even draw his sword.

He moved with the agility of a snake and the swiftness of a weasel, his figure flashing as he cut directly between the four guards.

He reached out with his left hand, grabbed a guard's wrist, and twisted it forcefully.

The sound of bones breaking rang out, and the guard screamed as the knife fell to the ground.

Yang Guo then kicked another guard in the knee.

With a snap, the man fell to his knees, clutching his legs and wailing.

The remaining two guards were shocked and raised their swords to strike at each other.

Yang Guo used both hands simultaneously, flicking two fingers on the back of the blade, causing it to deflect. Then he slapped both men's chests with his palms.

The two men were sent flying backward, crashing into a stable pillar, spitting out blood, and unable to get up.

In the span of just three breaths, all four armed guards were lying on the ground.

The onlookers scattered in fright, afraid of getting into trouble.

The broker hid behind the manger, trembling with fear.

Wang Zhaoxing's face turned pale, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

He usually bullies ordinary people; he's never seen a master who can defeat an enemy with a single move.

"You...you stay away!" Wang Zhaoxing pointed at Yang Guo, his voice trembling.

"My father is Wang Jian, the garrison commander of Tongguan! If you dare touch me, my father will send troops to chop you into mincemeat!"

Yang Guo stepped forward and slapped Wang Zhaoxing across the face.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout Mule and Horse Market.

Wang Zhaoxing was so badly hit that he spun halfway around on the spot, half of his face swelled up instantly, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"General Wang Jian was a truly valiant man, fighting against the Mongol Tartars at the front. How could he have given birth to such a useless piece of trash like you, who only knows how to bully men and women?"

Yang Guo grabbed Wang Zhaoxing by the collar and lifted him up.

Wang Jian was Lü Wenhuan's confidant, and Tongguan was the only way to Xiangyang.

In order to expand its influence in Guanzhong and Xiangyang, the Quanzhen Sect would inevitably have to deal with these government troops.

Yang Guo had already made a plan in his mind: killing this good-for-nothing would be easy, but keeping him alive would be of greater use.

Wang Zhaoxing covered his face, still stubbornly refusing to admit defeat.

"You're dead! If you dare hit me, you won't leave Tongguan City!"

Yang Guo extended his right index finger and pressed it on the Qihai acupoint on Wang Zhaoxing's abdomen.

The force of the One-Finger Divine Skill penetrated through Wang Zhaoxing's body, directly sealing several of his meridians.

Wang Zhaoxing felt as if a fire was burning in his stomach, followed by excruciating pain like being stabbed with a knife.

His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach tightly with both hands, writhing in pain.

"Ouch! That hurts so much! What did you do to me?!"

Wang Zhaoxing's face was contorted with pain, and he was sweating profusely.

Yang Guo squatted down and patted Wang Zhaoxing's cheek.

"This is called the Meridian Interception Technique. I just sealed your Qihai and Guanyuan acupoints. If I don't use my unique technique to undo it within twelve hours, you'll be bedridden for the rest of your life, and you'll suffer from pain for an hour every day at this time."

Wang Zhaoxing was in so much pain that he was convulsing on the ground, unable to utter a complete sentence.

He was a pampered young master, and he couldn't stand this kind of torment.

"Great hero... Grandpa... I was wrong... Spare my life!" Wang Zhaoxing kowtowed while rolling around on the ground.

Yang Guo stood up and looked down at him.

"I'll forgive you. But you just frightened my maid, how are we going to settle that score?"

Wang Zhaoxing quickly reached into his sleeve, took out the fifty-tael silver ingot he had just received, and then pulled out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, piling them all on the ground.

"Here are five hundred taels of silver notes, all to apologize to you, Grandpa! And that white horse, that's also a gift from me to you!"

Yang Guo gave Lu Wushuang a wink.

Lu Wushuang walked over and unceremoniously picked up the silver notes and gold ingots on the ground, stuffing them into her bundle.

Yang Guo then stretched out his foot and kicked Wang Zhaoxing on an acupoint on his waist.

The excruciating pain in Wang Zhaoxing's stomach disappeared, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

"Remember my name, I am Yang Guo, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect." Yang Guo looked at Wang Zhaoxing.

When Wang Zhaoxing heard the words "Quanzhen Sect," his heart skipped a beat.

The Quanzhen School is the orthodox sect of Taoism in the world, with immense power. No wonder this person is so skilled and completely disregards the government.

"So it's Master Yang! I was blind and didn't recognize you. I offended you, Master. I deserve to die! I deserve to die!" Wang Zhaoxing quickly got up and bowed repeatedly.

Although he's a complete fool, he's also a master of opportunism.

When faced with a tough opponent, they back down faster than anyone else.

Yang Guo patted Wang Zhaoxing on the shoulder.

"I'll need your help a lot in Tongguan and Xiangyang in the future. If you do a good job, you'll be rewarded. But if you dare to play tricks on me, I'll make you wish you were dead."

"No, no! If Master Yang needs anything in the future, just give the order, and I will do my best to help!" Wang Zhaoxing nodded vigorously.

"Go, book a superior room at the best restaurant in the city, and prepare a table full of fine food and wine. Also, have someone bring a large wooden tub and boil some hot water," Yang Guo instructed.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll take care of it right away. Yingbinlou is the best inn in Tongguan. I'll reserve the top-class room and await Master Yang!"

Wang Zhaoxing kicked the guards on the ground.

"Stop playing dead! Get up and lead the way!"

The guards helped each other to their feet, limped behind Wang Zhaoxing, and slunk away.

The horse broker emerged from behind the manger, led the white horse to Yang Guo, and greeted him with a broad smile.

"Sir, please hold onto this horse carefully."

Yang Guo took the reins and walked up to Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying was still sitting on the ground, her clothes clinging to her body, her hair disheveled, looking extremely disheveled.

Yang Guo threw the reins in front of Cheng Ying.

"I've bought you the horse."

"Stand up, lead your horse and come with me. Don't forget what you promised me."

Cheng Ying bit her lip and stood up, holding onto the wooden railing.

My legs were still trembling, and the feeling of extreme humiliation from before still lingered in my mind.

But she doesn't even have the strength to resist now.

Yang Guo was not only a master of martial arts, but he also managed to subdue the son of the Tongguan garrison commander.

This kind of tactic, this kind of scheming, is terrifying.

She glanced at Yang Guo and said softly, "I remember."

Yang Guo turned around, put his arm around Lu Wushuang's waist, and walked forward.

"Honey, someone's treating us to dinner today, let's go out and have a nice meal."

Lu Wushuang leaned against Yang Guo's chest, glanced back at Cheng Ying, and looked at her with a hint of smugness in her eyes.

"Husband, now that my cousin is your concubine, won't she have to serve me tea and water from now on?"

"Of course, a maidservant is not even as good as a concubine; she's just a servant. From now on, let her wash your clothes," Yang Guo said loudly.

Cheng Ying followed behind, leading the white horse, listening to the conversation between the two, her nails digging deep into her flesh.

Yingbinlou is the largest restaurant and inn in Tongguan.

Wang Zhaoxing was very efficient and waited at the door early.

Seeing Yang Guo approaching, they quickly went to greet him.

"Master Yang, Room Number One in the Heavenly Rank is ready. Hot water and food will be served shortly."

Yang Guo nodded and led the two women upstairs to the second floor.

Room No. 1 was very spacious and luxuriously furnished.

The outer room has a round table and a screen, while the inner room has a large canopy bed.

Before long, the men carried in a large wooden tub filled with hot water.

Wang Zhaoxing stood outside the door, not daring to go in.

"Master Yang, the wine and dishes are ready, so I won't disturb your rest any longer."

"Get lost." Yang Guo waved his hand.

Wang Zhaoxing felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly led his men downstairs.

The room door closed.

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

Lu Wushuang placed the bundle on the table, looked at the sumptuous feast, and swallowed hard.

Cheng Ying stood by the door, head down, hands clasped together.

My clothes were soaked with sweat and felt cold against my body, which was very uncomfortable.

"Come here," Yang Guo commanded, looking at Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying froze, then slowly moved to the table.

"Since you've agreed to be my concubine, you must follow the rules of a concubine."

Yang Guo pointed to the wooden bucket next to him.

"Wushuang and I haven't had a bath these past few days while traveling. Go and test the water, then serve us a bath."

Cheng Ying raised her head, her eyes wide open.

Are you suggesting that she, a lady from a respectable family, should serve others while they bathe? Or should she serve him and his cousin while they bathe together?