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

Inside Room No. 1, the air was thick with heat.

Yang Guo sat on a large mahogany chair, looking at Cheng Ying standing by the wooden tub.

Cheng Ying lowered her head, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

Her clothes, already soaked with sweat, clung even more tightly to her body as the steam rose from the wooden tub.

Her full breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, outlining extremely alluring curves.

"What are you standing there for? Come here and undress me."

Yang Guo leaned back in his chair, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth, her legs feeling like they were filled with lead, and slowly moved to Yang Guo's side.

She reached out her hands to untie Yang Guo's belt.

Her fingers were trembling violently.

From childhood to adulthood, she was the last disciple of Peach Blossom Island, and wherever she went, she was respectfully addressed as Miss Cheng.

Now, she's been reduced to undressing and bathing a man.

"Don't let your hands shake."

"Your hands are so soft, they'll definitely feel good when they massage my legs next time."

Yang Guo made a crude joke without any restraint.

Cheng Ying's cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

She closed her eyes, took off Yang Guo's outer garment, and hung it on the wooden rack next to her.

Yang Guo stood up and stepped into the large wooden tub.

The water temperature was just right, and soaking in it was very relaxing.

With Lu Wushuang not by his side, Yang Guo became even bolder.

"Take off your green dress; it's wet and clinging to your body, and it's annoying to look at."

"Take it off and let me scrub your back."

Yang Guo gave the order.

Cheng Ying suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation.

"Master, please, could you leave me one undergarment?"

Her voice trembled when she called out the word "master".

"I told you to take off your outer skirt, not all of it."

"With your figure, it's more exciting to see you serving me in your soaking wet undergarments."

Yang Guo's words were extremely vulgar.

Cheng Ying knew she had no room to resist.

She turned around, her back to the wooden tub, and tremblingly untied the ribbons of her green dress.

The skirt slid down her long legs and onto the ground.

Cheng Ying turned around.

She was only wearing a white silk undergarment and a pair of underpants.

The white silk was already thin, and now, with the sweat and moisture, it became completely transparent.

The two full breasts on her chest were completely exposed to the air.

With a slender waist that could be encircled by one hand, and long, straight legs, she was simply an exquisite beauty.

Yang Guo leaned against the water, making no attempt to hide his burning gaze.

"This size is even bigger than Wushuang's. No wonder that guy surnamed Wang couldn't move when he saw it."

"Come here, get me a towel to wipe my back."

Cheng Ying picked up a towel from the wooden shelf, walked to the wooden tub, and bent down.

She took a towel and wiped Yang Guo's broad back.

As she bent over, her collar drooped down.

From Yang Guo's perspective, he could see the deep ravines and the vast expanse of white inside.

Yang Guo reached out, grabbed Cheng Ying's wrist, and pulled her down forcefully.

Cheng Ying gasped and threw her upper body onto the edge of the wooden tub.

Water splashed up, completely soaking her white undershirt.

Now the clothes clung tightly to my skin, covering nothing at all.

"Yang Guo! Let me go!" Cheng Ying struggled in a low voice.

"Call me Master."

Yang Guo held Cheng Ying's wrist, rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand.

"You agreed to be a concubine, don't you even know the rules? A concubine is just a plaything for the master."

Cheng Ying lowered her head in humiliation, her tears falling onto the water in the wooden bucket.

"master."

"Sweetie, give me a good shoulder massage."

Yang Guo released his grip.

Cheng Ying could only stand by the wooden tub, placing her hands on Yang Guo's shoulders and kneading them.

The rising steam turned her face bright red.

She felt as if she had been completely stripped bare by the heat and Yang Guo's gaze.

While the spring scenery was enchanting in the No. 1 room of the Heavenly Palace, chaos erupted in the mansion of Wang Jian, the garrison commander of Tongguan.

Wang Jian was reading military books in his study.

He was a burly military general with a face full of fierce features, exuding a murderous aura.

Liu pulled Wang Zhaoxing in.

Wang Zhaoxing covered his face and cried, tears streaming down his face.

"Master! Look at the state our son has been in!"

Liu shouted loudly, her voice sharp and piercing.

Wang Jian put down his military treatise and looked at Wang Zhaoxing's swollen face and the mud on his clothes.

"Who did it?"

Wang Jian stood up, his face full of anger.

In Tongguan, who dares to touch Wang Jian's son!

"Father, he's a wild boy from out of town. He claims to be Yang Guo, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect."

"My son saw a white horse at the mule and horse market and wanted to buy it for his mother to ride, but he immediately started hitting her."

"He even called my father a coward and said he'd chop up the plaque of our Prince's Mansion and burn it for firewood!"

Wang Zhaoxing exaggerated the situation, shifting all the blame onto Yang Guo.

Wang Jian slammed his hand on the table.

The teacup on the table jumped up, smashed on the ground, and shattered in two.

"How dare you! A mere brat dares to cause trouble in Tongguan City!"

"I've met Qiu Chuji, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. Where did this Yang Guo come from? He's clearly a charlatan posing as the leader of the Quanzhen Sect!"

Wang Jian roared in anger.

Liu stepped forward and grabbed Wang Jian's arm.

"Master, that kid's martial arts are very strange. Ah Da and the other three have all had their arms and legs broken."

"Zhaoxing said he can also use acupressure from a distance. Ordinary city defense troops probably wouldn't be able to catch him. Let's go ask Brother Leng for help."

Wang Jian frowned.

Leng Feng was his savior, and his martial arts skills were extremely high; he was already a master at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm.

He usually practices swordsmanship in the backyard and never meddles in other people's business.

It's really not right to alarm a master over a child's fight.

"Dad, that kid is accompanied by two gorgeous young women."

"He injured me and stole my five hundred taels of silver. My son can't swallow this insult!"

Wang Zhaoxing knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Wang Jian snorted coldly.

"Dare to steal my Wang family's money? I'll make sure he never leaves Tongguan!"

"Brother Leng has an arrogant temper, I'll go talk to him."

Wang Jian led Liu Shi and Wang Zhaoxing to the backyard.

There is a dead old locust tree in the backyard.

A man dressed in black sat under the tree.

The man held a sheathed longsword in his arms, his eyes were closed, and he exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

This is cold sealing.

Wang Jian stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed.

"Brother Leng, I'm in trouble today."

Leng Feng did not open his eyes.

"explain."

"A madman from the streets came to the city and injured my son."

"This person's martial arts style is strange and unorthodox. He claims to be the leader of the Quanzhen Sect and even threatened to demolish my palace."

"My brother's soldiers are no match for martial arts masters, so he has no choice but to ask you, brother, to come out of seclusion."

Wang Jian adopted a very humble attitude.

Leng Feng opened his eyes.

His eyes revealed an extremely arrogant murderous intent.

"The Quanzhen Sect? Just a bunch of old Taoist priests chanting scriptures."

"Since Wang Chongyang, there hasn't been a single one with guts. It just so happens that my sword hasn't drunk blood in a long time."

Where is he?

Leng Feng stood up and patted the dust off his clothes.

"In Room No. 1, Tianzi, Yingbinlou Inn."

Wang Zhaoxing quickly replied, his heart filled with joy.

Leng Feng let out a cold laugh.

"I'm going to take his head."

"As for those two women, bring them back to be your playthings. You can wait in the manor."

After saying that, Leng Feng lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body soared into the air, flying over the high walls of the Prince's Mansion and heading towards the Yingbin Building.

His lightness skill was extremely high, leaving only a black afterimage.

Yingbinlou Inn.

Inside room number one of the "Heavenly" section.

Yang Guo leaned against the wooden tub, closing his eyes to rest, while Cheng Ying stood beside him, massaging his shoulders.

Cheng Ying's clothes were completely soaked and clung tightly to her body.

With each breath she took, her full breasts rose and fell, occasionally brushing against Yang Guo's back.

The smooth and soft touch made Yang Guo's heart burn with desire.

Yang Guo suddenly opened his eyes.

He sensed an extremely sharp sword aura rapidly approaching.

This sword energy is very strong; it definitely comes from a master at the Innate Realm!

Moreover, it is even higher than his current peak in the early stage of the Innate Realm.

"Get dressed!"

Yang Guo gave a low shout, his voice devoid of the teasing tone from before.

Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment, not yet able to react.

"A master is coming! Quick, get dressed!"

Yang Guo stood up from the wooden tub, splashing water in the process.

Cheng Ying was startled and quickly took two steps back.

Yang Guo grabbed a cloth from the side to dry himself and quickly put on his outer clothes.

A cold, arrogant voice came from outside the door.

"Those inside, come out and face your death!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a massive, crescent-shaped sword aura slashed down from the outside.

The sword energy sliced ​​open the wooden door of Room Number One, splitting the sturdy door panel in two.

The sword energy continued its relentless advance, slashing down towards the large wooden barrel in the center of the room.

Yang Guo put his left arm around Cheng Ying and pulled her forcefully to the side.

The huge wooden barrel was cleaved in two by the sword energy, and hot water gushed out all over the ground.

The tables and chairs in the room were all shattered by the remaining sword energy, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Yang Guo shielded Cheng Ying behind him.

Leng Feng, carrying a long sword, walked in through the split doorway.

He looked at Yang Guo with a disdainful and condescending gaze.

"So you're the madman who injured Young Master Wang?"

"You even have to dodge one of my sword strikes, yet you dare to impersonate the leader of the Quanzhen Sect? You're truly courting death."

Leng Feng pointed his sword at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo looked at Leng Feng and sensed the aura emanating from him.

Middle stage of innate constitution.

This was the strongest opponent he had encountered since he came down from the mountain.

"A master of the Innate Realm actually acts like a dog in the Prince's mansion? He has little integrity, but he certainly has a big mouth."

"You broke my bath tub, what are you going to use to pay for it?"

Yang Guo sneered, completely disregarding Leng Feng.

Leng Feng was furious.

In all his life, no one has ever dared to call him a dog to his face.

"You're asking for it! I'm going to slice your flesh off piece by piece today!"

With a flick of his wrist, Leng Feng's longsword transformed into three sword shadows, piercing straight for Yang Guo's face, throat, and heart.

The sword moved with incredible speed, accompanied by a piercing sound as it cut through the air.

These three sword strikes sealed off all of Yang Guo's escape routes.

Yang Guo did not retreat.

He clenched his right fist and activated the Qiankun Technique.

The innate energy, both red and black, circulated wildly within the body, converging along the meridians to the right arm.

He met the sword's edge head-on with a punch.

The fist and the sword collided with a deafening roar.

The powerful blast of air overturned all the screens in the room.

Cheng Ying was forced to retreat repeatedly by the shockwave until she reached a corner.

Leng Feng felt an extremely domineering internal force flowing through the sword.

His wrist went numb, and the longsword almost flew out of his hand.

He used the momentum to take three steps back, looking at Yang Guo with a shocked expression.

"How could your internal energy be so refined?"

Leng Feng couldn't believe it.

He had to train hard for thirty years to reach the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, but the inner strength of this young man in front of him was even more domineering!

Yang Guo withdrew his fist and flicked his wrist.

"So what if you're in the mid-stage of the Innate Realm? Today I'll use you as a practice subject."

Yang Guo used a serpentine, flipping footwork, his figure becoming a blur as he lunged towards Leng Feng.

Leng Feng abandoned his contempt and brandished his longsword to meet the challenge.

The two men were locked in a fierce fight in the cramped inn room.

Sword energy and fist winds raged everywhere, leaving deep sword marks on the walls.

Cheng Ying hid in the corner, watching Yang Guo's back.

Although she hated Yang Guo for humiliating her, she had to admit that Yang Guo's martial arts skills were terrifyingly high.

The black-clad man with the sword, despite being of a higher cultivation level, was being overwhelmed by Yang Guo.

Yang Guo's Qiankun Technique continuously provided him with true energy.

Every punch he threw carried immense force.

Leng Feng grew increasingly alarmed as he fought, realizing that his sword energy was completely unable to break through Yang Guo's protective true energy.

"Go to hell!"

Leng Feng shouted and unleashed his signature move.

The longsword burst forth with a dazzling white light, transforming into an impenetrable net of swords that enveloped Yang Guo.

Yang Guo gave a cold laugh.

He raised his right index finger.

One-Finger Divine Skill!

A pale golden aura shot out from Yang Guo's fingertips.

The energy pierced straight through the sword net and struck Leng Feng's right shoulder with pinpoint accuracy.

Leng Feng let out a miserable scream as his longsword fell to the ground.

His right shoulder was punched by the One-Finger Divine Skill, leaving a bloody hole that gushed blood.

Yang Guo lunged forward and kicked Leng Feng in the chest.

Leng Feng smashed the inn's window and drifted down onto the street outside.

"The 'Middle Stage of Innate Realm' seems a bit exaggerated!"

Lu Wushuang was on the first floor at the time. Hearing Yang Guo's boasting, she couldn't help but mutter, "My husband just can't shake his habit of bragging. Last time he braggarted, he got beaten half to death by the Golden Wheel Monk!"

"They really forget the pain once the wound has healed!"