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

Yang Guo stood by the broken window, watching Leng Feng fall into the street, and raised his hand to pat the wood chips off his sleeve.

The room was a complete mess.

The wooden barrel was cleaved in two by the sword energy, hot water flooded the floor, and tables and chairs shattered everywhere.

Cheng Ying stood in the corner, her outer garment damp with water, the hem clinging to her legs, and half of her hair loose.

She held her collar with one hand and leaned against the wall with the other, her breathing still catching in her throat.

Yang Guo turned around and looked at her for a few moments.

If that sword energy had been off by even half an inch, Cheng Ying would not have been just disheveled.

When Leng Feng drew his sword, he didn't consider that there were other people in the room. Once a master of innate skill like this makes a move, ordinary people who get involved won't even have a chance to cry out for justice.

Yang Guo sat down on the remaining half of the chair and raised his chin.

"What are you still standing there for? Come here."

Cheng Ying bit her lip and didn't move.

Yang Guo looked up at her, his tone now carrying a hint of frivolity.

"If I hadn't pulled you out just now, you would have been sliced ​​in two by that sword energy. You should remember this debt of saving my life, shouldn't you?"

Cheng Ying lowered her head and slowly walked up to him.

She wanted to say thank you, but the words were swallowed back by the humiliation she had suffered earlier.

Yang Guo is an eccentric person. One moment he saves someone, and the next he can use that life-saving grace to force the other person to submit.

If she speaks, he will only take advantage of her.

Seeing that she was silent, Yang Guo did not urge her, but simply stretched one leg forward.

"Press twice. My legs are a little numb from catching that sword energy."

Cheng Ying curled her fingers, then finally squatted down and massaged his calves through his clothes.

She used very light force, her movements were stiff, and she forced a calm expression on her face, but her ears were bright red.

Yang Guo glanced down at her, his mind racing.

Cheng Ying was born on Peach Blossom Island and had an inherent pride.

If you want her to truly submit, a few crude words won't suffice, and coercion won't work either.

She went to Xiangyang to seek help, still hoping to escape with Guo Jing and Huang Rong as her backup plan.

If she doesn't witness firsthand the power and influence of the martial world, she will always think Yang Guo is just a scoundrel who takes advantage of others.

Today, Wang Zhaoxing's actions have been a teaching example delivered right to our doorstep.

Lu Wushuang ran out from the inner room and saw Cheng Ying squatting in front of Yang Guo. Her expression changed on the spot.

She walked over to Yang Guo, squeezed down to sit, and hugged his arm with both hands.

"My lord, what happened to that man with the sword? Is he dead?"

"She's not dead." Yang Guo pinched her cheek. "But she took a hit on her right shoulder with my One-Finger Divine Skill. She won't be able to use her sword properly for a while."

Lu Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at Cheng Ying.

"Cousin, are you alright?"

Cheng Ying paused for a moment, then whispered, "It's alright."

Yang Guo leaned back in his chair, speaking casually.

"Even a mid-stage Innate Realm cultivator is nothing special. Leng Feng's sword energy follows the Yin Meridian path; his sword intent is ruthless, but his foundation isn't solid. If he weren't relying on his slightly higher cultivation level, I would have already beaten him to the ground."

He made it sound so easy, but when he actually exchanged blows, he had already sensed something was off about Leng Feng's true energy.

After the sword energy entered the man's body, it did not rush straight to the meridians, but instead traveled along the Shaoyin and Jueyin pathways, specifically targeting the weak points of the internal organs.

If an ordinary person in the early stage of the Innate Realm were to receive that sword strike, their aura would most likely become chaotic on the spot.

Yang Guo suppressed the Yin energy by using the Kanli Technique to combine the forward and reverse directions, with the red and black energies restraining each other in his dantian.

He simply didn't want to appear weak in front of the two women.

He knew even better that since the Prince's Mansion dared to send a master of innate skill, the waters of Tongguan were deeper than he had imagined.

Wang Jian was the garrison commander, and he was connected to Lü Wenhuan.

Leng Feng is a retainer of the Prince's Palace. His arrival so quickly is most likely because Wang Zhaoxing went back to fetch reinforcements.

If this matter is not handled properly, we will be targeted by government troops before we even reach Xiangyang.

Yang Guo pondered in his mind, but his words remained incoherent.

"If he dares to come again, I will cripple both his legs and make Wang Zhaoxing kneel down and hand over the silver."

Lu Wushuang beamed with joy upon hearing this.

"My husband is the best."

Cheng Ying looked up and glanced at Yang Guo.

She had seen Huang Yaoshi teach martial arts and had also heard Guo Jing talk about the difficulty of cultivating internal energy.

In the realm of innate beings, each small level is separated by a barrier.

Yang Guo's ability to injure Leng Feng demonstrates his skill.

But his arrogant demeanor at this moment made her feel uneasy.

The formidable enemy is still alive, and their lair is right in the city, yet he's still sitting here laughing and joking.

Just then, an angry shout came from outside the inn.

"Yang Guo, come down here and face your death!"

The window frame shook a few times, and splinters of wood fell from the beam.

Yang Guo stopped what he was doing, got up and walked to the window.

In the middle of the street, Leng Feng stood there.

His right shoulder was soaked with blood, his right arm hung at his side, and his left hand held a sword.

The sword's blade skimmed the ground, its tip leaving fine marks on the bluestone slab. Dust beneath his feet was stirred up by his inner energy, swirling around him.

Cheng Ying felt a tightness in her chest as she watched.

Despite being injured, Leng Feng did not retreat but instead returned to challenge him to a duel.

Such a person either has a backup plan or has already decided to fight to the death.

If a master of innate talent were to fight to the death, it would be far more dangerous than those few sword strikes in the room just now.

Yang Guo watched for a while and then chuckled softly.

"That old guy can really hold on."

Lu Wushuang quickly grabbed his sleeve.

"My lord, don't be careless. He dared to come back after being injured, he must have something to rely on."

Yang Guo turned to look at her.

"You've learned to see the tricks of the trade."

Lu Wushuang said urgently, "I'm not joking with you."

Yang Guo patted the back of her hand.

"Stay inside, don't go down. Miss Cheng, keep an eye on her too. If the people from the Prince's Mansion try to sneak up in the chaos, protect yourselves first."

Cheng Ying was taken aback by his explanation.

Yang Guo continued, "Those kinds of retainers like Leng Feng eat the Wang family's food, but they may not be willing to risk their lives for the Wang family. He came back for his own reputation. The word 'reputation' has killed many people."

After saying that, he lightly touched the ground with his feet, leaped out of the second-floor window, and landed on the street.

The shops on both sides of the long street had already closed, but people were still peeking through the cracks in the doors.

Tongguan is a strategic military pass, attracting many martial arts practitioners, but it is rare to see masters of innate talent fighting in the street.

Ordinary people only hope that the misfortune won't affect their own door panels.

Leng Feng raised his sword.

"Boy, I held back a bit just now. If you think you can run rampant in Tongguan just because you injured my shoulder, you're mistaken."

Yang Guo stood with his hands behind his back.

"Your right hand is already useless, yet you still insist on being stubborn. How much silver did Wang Jian give you? Is it worth risking your life for?"

Leng Feng's eyelid twitched.

Yang Guo's words struck a chord with him.

He stayed in the Prince's Palace for many years, which was indeed to repay the old favors of Wang Jian.

But if he were to be defeated by a young man in his early twenties today, the name Leng Feng would never be heard in the martial arts world again.

A master of innate talent may be defeated by a grandmaster or by his peers, but he cannot be defeated by a young upstart.

Leng Feng held his sword horizontally in his left hand, his aura sinking.

"Take this move from me, then we can talk about life and death."

Yang Guo's smile vanished.

He noticed a change in the atmosphere of the street.

Leng Feng's right shoulder was pierced by Yi Yang Finger, which should have obstructed the flow of true qi.

However, this person was not using ordinary meridians at the moment, but rather using his left arm as the main meridian, and using the three Yin meridians of the foot to reverse the flow of energy into the sword.

This method is extremely damaging to one's foundation. After using the sword, one's cultivation will at best regress, and at worst, one's meridians will wither and decay.

This is a desperate tactic.