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

Cheng Ying lay on the ground, too weak to even stand up.

She turned around and looked at Lu Wushuang, who was still sitting on the ground in a daze, and shouted anxiously.

"Wushuang, make your move and kill him."

Lu Wushuang was awakened by this shout.

She looked up and saw Cheng Ying lying halfway down in the wood chips, blood on her lips, her clothes torn in many places by the sword energy, and her shoulders, back and waist covered in dust.

If Cheng Ying hadn't stood in front of them, she and Yang Guo would have already fallen to Leng Feng's sword.

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth and drew a short dagger from the side of her boot.

This dagger was originally given to her by Yang Guo before he went down the mountain. The blade is narrow and short, and there is a hidden clasp inside the sheath.

Yang Guo once said that in the battles of the martial world, the most taboo thing is to be ostentatious; survival is the most important thing.

Lu Wushuang had thought the thing wasn't pretty enough at the time, but now that she held it in her hand, she realized that the person had already left her a way out.

Leng Feng knelt on one knee, his left hand supporting his sword, blood still flowing from his right shoulder. He heard footsteps and struggled to lift his head.

Lu Wushuang did not speak to him.

She lunged forward, using the broken piece of the countertop to cover her wrist, and thrust the dagger upwards, plunging it into Leng Feng's outer thigh.

This strike did not hit a vital spot, but instead struck the side of the Foot Yangming Meridian.

The cold seal was already using the Foot Shaoyin Meridian to forcefully suppress the injury, and the thigh was injured, which interrupted the downward flow of Qi.

He let out a low growl, and swept his longsword horizontally with his left hand, the blade grazing past Lu Wushuang's shoulder.

Lu Wushuang stopped trying to be brave, drew his sword, and flipped it over on the spot.

Having spent a long time by Yang Guo's side, she had also learned some shameless fighting techniques.

In the past, she would most likely have drawn her sword and fought back. But right now, she was only focused on Leng Feng's injured left wrist.

Leng Feng's sword missed its mark; the sword's power had faded.

Lu Wushuang pushed off with his heels and sprinted back along the ground, gripping the dagger in reverse and stabbing it into the tendons of Leng Feng's left forearm.

Leng Feng loosened his grip on his left hand, and the longsword fell to the ground.

This time, he even lost most of his energy to curse.

Lu Wushuang rolled over and pinned him to the chest, pressing a dagger against his throat.

Her arms were still numb from the shock of the internal energy, but her wrists didn't give way. If she had moved just an inch lower, Leng Feng, the servant of the Prince's mansion, would have died at her hands.

Leng Feng stared at her, his breathing heavy.

"Girl, if you dare kill me, the Prince's Mansion will not let you get away with it."

Lu Wushuang's eyes were red.

"What is the Prince's mansion? You injured my husband, you deserve to die."

She raised the dagger.

The sound of armor plates clashing came from outside the shop. Footsteps approached from afar, and people were running around on both the front and back streets.

The firelight flickered outside the door crack, illuminating the broken sword on the ground.

Someone was shouting at the street corner.

"Seal off the street. Archers, get onto the roof. General Wang has ordered that no prisoners be spared."

Cheng Ying forced himself to lift his head and hissed, "Wushuang, let's go."

Lu Wushuang's wrist stopped in mid-air.

"But he's not dead yet."

"Killing him will take a breath," Cheng Ying coughed up blood. "Save that breath for carrying Yang Guo."

Lu Wushuang clenched his teeth, pulled the dagger from Leng Feng's arm, and delivered another blow near Leng Feng's shoulder.

Leng Feng groaned, his body slumped, and he was unable to circulate his qi for a short time.

"Old dog, I'll spare you for today. When my husband wakes up, he'll settle the score with you."

She stood up, ran back to Cheng Ying's side, and helped her up from the ground.

Cheng Ying suffered from the cold, sealed sword's force in her chest, causing her qi and blood to stagnate.

Her Peach Blossom Island internal energy cultivation follows a light and agile path, and she is most afraid of this kind of yin energy entering her body.

She had already injured her lungs and internal organs by forcibly holding back Leng Feng. She dared not say more, but used the broken half of her sword to pick up a wooden plank and block the doorway. She then took out a few small copper coins from her sleeve and flicked them into the cracks in the ground.

Lu Wushuang asked anxiously, "Cousin, what are you doing?"

"A clever trick can't stop a master, but it can only delay the soldiers for a moment."

This is the most rudimentary branch of Qimen Dunjia from Peach Blossom Island.

There were overturned shelves in front of the shop, which Cheng Ying used broken wood, porcelain, and copper coins to make them appear misaligned.

Ordinary soldiers would only search the inner rooms first if they broke in, so there would be less pressure at the back door.

After she finished speaking, she steadied herself by holding onto the wall, not even caring that her clothes had slipped down.

Yang Guo remained leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, blood still seeping from the wound on his chest.

What's more troublesome is that the energy in his lower abdomen, specifically his dantian, alternates between being hot and gloomy. The red and black innate primordial energy bead hasn't dissipated, but it's spinning extremely erratically.

If subjected to further external impact, the flow of Qi in both directions will be disrupted and break the meridians.

Cheng Ying glanced at Lu Wushuang.

"Support his shoulders and back, avoiding his dantian. Don't touch the sword wound on his chest."

Lu Wushuang nodded.

The two men supported Yang Guo from either side. Yang Guo's body was heavy, and even in his unconscious state, his protective inner energy was still leaking out.

When Lu Wushuang approached, her arm ached from the shock. Cheng Ying used the Peach Blossom Island acupressure technique to lightly press twice on the outside of Yang Guo's Jianjing point, relieving the recoil.

Lu Wushuang was taken aback.

Cheng Ying didn't explain, only saying, "Go through the back door."

The two dragged Yang Guo through the back of the shop.

The back room was piled with sacks and half-full vats of aged wine, and a waterway on the ground led to the back alley.

Cheng Ying looked down at the direction of the water flow and chose the small door on the right.

Lu Wushuang lowered her voice.

"Shouldn't we go left? The left side is farther from the intersection."

"The left side is downwind, so the smoke from the torches will be pushed in that direction. Soldiers, release the dogs and search that area first."

Lu Wushuang was stunned.

She then realized that Cheng Ying, who was usually gentle and kind, was actually more composed than she had imagined when things got really dangerous.

Cheng Ying remained calm not because she wasn't afraid, but because she was calculating which path she could take to survive.

Outside the back door is a narrow alley, with sewage accumulating at the base of the walls.

Tongguan City is close to the military road, and the neighborhoods and alleys within the city are distributed according to the military granaries, with many blind spots.

Cheng Ying had learned military tactics from Huang Rong in her early years, and had noticed the locations of several abandoned houses when she entered the city.

She never expected that she would have to use it in such a disheveled situation.

The shouts outside were getting closer.

"Search the back alleys. Those guys were injured; they couldn't have gone far."

Lu Wushuang had half of Yang Guo's body pressed against her shoulder, her forehead covered in sweat from anxiety.

"Cousin, what should we do?"

Cheng Ying raised her hand and pointed to the low wall at the end of the alley.

"Turn over, but don't go through the alleyway."

"How do I translate this, husband?"

Cheng Ying took the belt from her waist, wrapped it around Yang Guo's armpit, and handed the other end to Lu Wushuang.

"You climb up the wall first, I'll support you from below. Once you're on top, I'll pull you up."

Lu Wushuang didn't ask any more questions and climbed up the wall by stepping on the cracks.

Her leg ailment had healed, and she moved much more lightly than before. Upon reaching the top of the wall, she tightened the belt with her other hand.

Cheng Ying supported Yang Guo's back from below, enduring the pain in her chest, and pushed him up little by little.

A figure flashed past outside the wall.

Cheng Ying held her breath, her hand gripping the broken sword tightly in her palm.

She was no match for Leng Feng; she still had plenty of strength to deal with ordinary soldiers. The man paused for a moment, then ran off into the distance.

Lu Wushuang urged softly from the wall, "Cousin, hurry up."

Cheng Ying used the protrusion of the broken wall to flip over, but when she landed, the wound on her knee reopened, and she swayed.

Lu Wushuang reached out to help her, but she gently pushed him away.

"Help Yang Guo first."

The three of them entered another alley.

The wind was strong at Tongguan at night, and the sound of drums could be heard coming from the direction of the city wall.

The spiritual energy in the city is not strong; instead, the malevolent aura of military formations is lingering in the earth's veins. If a cultivator were to heal here, the flow of their true energy would be slower than in the mountains or wilderness.

Yang Guo's injuries were compounded by an imbalance in his meridians, making this place unsuitable for him.

Cheng Ying looked up at the arrangement of the roof ridges to determine the direction.

"There's an old woodshed up ahead. I saw it when I went into town during the day; the seal on the door is worn, and a corner of the wall has collapsed. Go there."

Lu Wushuang couldn't help but ask, "Cousin, you've already seen these?"

Cheng Ying took a breath.

"On the road of life, it's always good to have an extra way out."

Lu Wushuang didn't say anything more.

She realized that all along she had been busy bickering with Yang Guo and preventing Cheng Ying from getting close to him, but she had never paid any attention to the three of them's escape route.

If it weren't for Cheng Ying, she wouldn't have been able to take Yang Guo out on the street.

The two men bypassed two ditches and then avoided a patrol of soldiers.

Cheng Ying used a broken tile to knock on the corner of the wall, causing the patrolling soldiers to turn around.

They took advantage of the break to cross the alley and arrive at the abandoned courtyard.

Half of the courtyard wall had collapsed, and the old official seal was nailed to the door.

The sealing paper was soaked and rotten by the rain, with the edges curled up. The weeds in the yard were knee-high, and only a low wood shed had not yet collapsed.

The roof beams were crooked, and moonlight leaked through the roof.

Lu Wushuang whispered, "Right here?"

"The more dilapidated the better. When the soldiers search people, they should first check inns, clinics, and temples. Such abandoned houses should at least be placed last."

After Cheng Ying finished speaking, she pushed open the door to the woodshed. The hinges made a soft creaking sound. She frowned, lifted the door half an inch to reduce the creaking.

The two men helped Yang Guo into the woodshed and laid him flat on a pile of dry hay.

The hay wasn't too damp, and there were a few old wooden planks underneath, which barely kept out the cold.

Cheng Ying fetched a bundle of firewood and used it to block the gap in the door. She also placed the two remaining copper coins behind the door. If someone pushed the door open, the coins would fall into the tiles, and the people inside would hear the noise beforehand.

Lu Wushuang gasped for breath and sat down with her back against the wall.

Her shoulders ached so much she could barely lift them, and her hands were covered in Yang Guo's blood.

After pausing for a few moments, she turned to look at Cheng Ying.

Moonlight streamed down from the dilapidated roof, illuminating Cheng Ying's appearance at that moment.

Cheng Ying's face was completely drained of color, and her hair was plastered to her temples.

She leaned against the woodpile, her legs bent and her hands hugging her knees.

Her white undershirt was torn in several places, and only half of her outer garment remained hanging on her shoulder, revealing glimpses of her chest.

The outside of his thigh was cut open by the sword wind; the blood had congealed, but it still stained his clothes red.

Lu Wushuang's throat was blocked.

These past few days, she had been quite sarcastic and cold towards Cheng Ying. When Yang Guo made things difficult for Cheng Ying, she even added fuel to the fire. She was afraid that Cheng Ying would steal Yang Guo away, and also afraid that Cheng Ying would use her status as her cousin to intimidate her. But in the shop, the one standing in front of her and Yang Guo was none other than Cheng Ying.

If Cheng Ying had escaped alone, Leng Feng, severely injured, might not have been able to catch her. However, Cheng Ying stayed behind and even used her broken sword to directly confront the master of the Innate Realm.

Lu Wushuang walked up to Cheng Ying and slowly knelt down.

"Cousin, I'm sorry."

Cheng Ying leaned against the woodpile, closed her eyes, and remained silent.

It wasn't that she didn't want to answer. The lingering unease in her chest still pressed against her lungs, and with each word she uttered, a metallic taste of blood rose in her throat. Leading the way, setting up barriers, and scaling walls had exhausted her last bit of strength.

Lu Wushuang felt even more upset when she saw that she was being ignored.

"I was wrong. I was narrow-minded before, afraid you'd steal my husband. You saved me, and you saved him too. From now on, I'll listen to whatever you say. Please don't be angry with me, okay?"

Cheng Ying opened her eyes and looked at her for a moment.

She could tell that Lu Wushuang was truly remorseful.

This cousin has been living a nomadic life since childhood. She is straightforward and wears her heart on her sleeve.

After being taken in by Yang Guo, she placed all her hopes on him.

If he hadn't faced life and death today, Lu Wushuang would never have bowed down to her.

Cheng Ying's lips moved, but in the end she could only squeeze out a few words.

"Save him first."

Lu Wushuang wiped away her tears.

"Alright, let's save my husband first."

She turned to look at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo lay on the dry grass, his breathing weak.

Although the wound on his chest was long, it could still be covered with strips of cloth. What was truly fatal was the disordered flow of qi within his body.

Lu Wushuang had learned the basics of the Kanli Technique from him and knew that the dual cultivation method could guide Yin and Yang back to their proper positions.

But with Cheng Ying beside her, she felt both ashamed and anxious.

Cheng Ying noticed her predicament and struggled to sit up.

"Have you learned his healing techniques?"

Lu Wushuang nodded.

"I've learned a little. My husband said that if his true energy goes astray, I can use my own Yin meridians to guide it back to the Ren and Du meridians. But my skill is shallow, and I don't know if it's enough."

Cheng Ying remained silent for a moment.

"Don't act rashly. If the dual cultivation method is not handled properly, it can save people, but it can also harm them. Right now, his two streams of true energy are clashing against each other. If the external energy enters too quickly, it will force the dantian pearl to backfire."

Lu Wushuang asked anxiously, "Then what should we do?"

Cheng Ying raised her hand and pointed to the wound on Yang Guo's chest.

"Stop the bleeding first. Then seal the three acupoints on his body: Tian Tu, Tan Zhong, and Guan Yuan. Do not press the vital points, just press the Qi Gate. Once his breathing has slowed down, then follow his method to transfer Qi. Remember, only use the Hand Taiyin and Foot Shaoyin meridians, and do not touch the Du meridian."