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

The latch clicked down with a crisp sound.

Cheng Ying pressed her back tightly against the door panel, her hands gripping the hem of her light green skirt tightly.

The room was dimly lit.

The noisy shouts of street vendors coming from outside the half-open window only made the already oppressive atmosphere inside the room feel even heavier.

Yang Guo turned around and walked step by step to Cheng Ying.

He didn't rush to make a move, but instead looked her up and down with an extremely aggressive gaze.

My gaze slid from her forced composure to her tightly pressed legs.

With each step Yang Guo took, his internal energy circulated throughout his body.

He has mastered the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, and his meridians are several times wider and stronger than those of ordinary martial artists.

The red and black innate primordial energy bead, formed by the fusion of positive and negative Nine Yin True Qi, slowly rotated within the dantian, emitting an invisible pressure.

This aura did not spread outwards, but remained locked onto Cheng Ying.

He knew Cheng Ying's background very well.

This woman appears gentle and mild-mannered on the surface, but secretly she is an expert in divination and has an extremely strong desire for control, always looking to take the initiative.

The only way to deal with her is to use the most direct methods and peel away her defenses layer by layer.

Cheng Ying's meridians unconsciously began to circulate the true energy of Peach Blossom Island.

The cultivation technique she practices is called the Falling Flower Divine Sword Technique, which emphasizes purity, elegance, and continuous flow. Normally, her true energy circulates freely in the twelve meridians.

The moment he activated it, a distinct sense of stagnation arose deep within his Qi Sea.

That was the residual yang energy left over from the dual cultivation of the Qiankun Technique.

This strange and powerful energy was firmly entrenched around several vital acupoints, including her Shenque and Qihai acupoints.

Once the yin energy of Peach Blossom Island gets close, it will be drawn in and entangled by this yang energy.

Instead of forming a defense, it made her body feel inexplicably weak.

She knew very well that she was no match for Yang Guo in terms of martial arts skills.

With his peak early-stage Innate Realm and sixteen years of refined internal energy, Yang Guo could suppress her with just a flick of his finger.

All she could rely on was the power of words and the constraints of her status.

She moved her feet, trying to create some distance.

Yang Guo raised his right arm and placed his palm directly on the wooden door next to her cheek.

The wood grain emitted a dull sound.

A surge of subtle energy passed through the door, causing the door panel to tremble slightly.

This move did not damage the wooden door in the slightest, but it revealed his precise control over his internal energy.

With this press, he trapped Cheng Ying in a small space.

The two were very close together.

Yang Guo's body temperature, unique to young men, mixed with the extremely masculine aura of the Qiankun Technique, rushed straight to Cheng Ying's face.

"What are you going to do?"

Cheng Ying lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of warning.

"Wushuang is right next door, don't do anything rash."

Yang Guo leaned forward, lowering his breathing even further.

"Wushuang is taking a bath next door, and the sound of the water is very loud, so we can't hear anything from here."

Yang Guo brought his nose close.

"Besides, you are the woman I saved with my body."

"It's perfectly reasonable for me to want to get close to you, so why are you avoiding me?"

Cheng Ying turned her head away, avoiding the scorching heat.

She forced herself to calm down and quickly analyzed the current situation in her mind.

"Yang Guo, we're all sensible people, so let's be frank."

Cheng Ying took a moment to adjust her breathing, making her voice sound calm and even.

"Last night in the woodshed was to save your life, and also to protect me and Wushuang."

"I used the secret techniques of Peach Blossom Island, and I did indeed benefit from the dual cultivation."

"But this is just a transaction."

"Now that you've recovered from your injuries, and I've done my part, we're even."

"Once we reach Xiangyang, we'll each take one side of the main road."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo let out a few short, soft laughs.

In his previous life, he was used to all sorts of routines and was also a movie star who was proficient in acting.

Cheng Ying's tactic of feigning retreat was full of flaws in his eyes.

She spoke casually on the surface, but in reality, she wanted to use the phrase "we owe each other nothing" to completely sever the relationship between the two of them.

In this way, she could preserve the dignity and integrity of her lineage as a descendant of Peach Blossom Island.

Yang Guo would never allow her to do such a thing as crossing the river and then destroying the bridge.

He withdrew his right hand from the door panel.

With a quick probe of two fingers, he precisely pinched Cheng Ying's chin.

The force was just right, not too light or too heavy, completely blocking her from turning her head and forcibly turning her face back.

"Nothing is owed to either party?"

Yang Guo added a bit of internal force to his fingertips, squeezing Cheng Ying's jawline until it ached slightly, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.

"Cheng Ying, your plan is indeed ingenious."

"Do you take me for a greenhorn?"

"Do you think the bed of the Quanzhen Sect's leader is some inn you can come and go as you please?"

"It received the feedback of my sixteen years of pure internal energy, which resolved the poison left by Leng Feng."

"After making great progress in internal strength, you want to just pack up and leave? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

A thin layer of red appeared in Cheng Ying's eyes.

She grew up on Peach Blossom Island, where her master Huang Yaoshi treated her like his own daughter, and her senior sister Huang Rong also treated her with great respect.

As the last disciple of Peach Blossom Island, she has always been accustomed to keeping the situation under her control.

I have never been in such a situation where I can be manipulated at will.

"Don't push your luck."

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth and spoke.

"Do you believe I'll tell Wushuang everything that happened last night?"

"Wushuang is simple-minded. If she knew that you took advantage of her vulnerability and forced her into this situation, she would never forgive you in this lifetime."

Yang Guo's gaze turned cold upon hearing this.

He didn't take a step back; instead, he reached out with his left arm and wrapped it around Cheng Ying's waist.

With a sudden pull, he forcefully dragged her into his arms.

Cheng Ying cried out in surprise as her chest collided with Yang Guo's sturdy chest.

She placed her hands on Yang Guo's shoulders and used the internal energy of Peach Blossom Island to try to push him away.

Yang Guo possessed immense strength in both arms, and his body's red and black innate primordial energy beads circulated slightly.

The two opposing forces of Nine Yin True Qi converged in the meridians, and a layer of protective Qi was generated accordingly.

He easily neutralized Cheng Ying's thrust.

Not only that.

Yang Guo's true energy seeped into Cheng Ying's clothes bit by bit along the point where the two were in contact.

This energy contained extremely high temperature, which scalded Cheng Ying's skin until it turned red.

"Go tell Wushuang."

Yang Guo lowered his head, his lips brushing against the edge of Cheng Ying's earlobe, his words revealing undisguised malice and mockery.

"Go tell her who it was that took the initiative to loosen their clothes and press themselves against her in the woodshed last night?"

"Who was it that, as the Qiankun Technique was activated, tightly wrapped their arms around my neck and uttered such melodious and sweet cries?"

"Go tell her how your dignified and virtuous cousin slept with men on haystacks in exchange for skill points."

Cheng Ying trembled slightly, and the tears welling up in her eyes could no longer be suppressed.

She knew that everything Yang Guo said was true.

Although her initial intention last night was to save people, in the face of such a domineering dual cultivation technique as the Qiankun Jue, when yin and yang intersected and qi and blood surged, her body's instinctive reactions were completely beyond her control.

Those sounds, which even she herself found embarrassing to recall, did indeed come from her mouth.

That was the first time she had lost her composure in twenty years.

If these words were to reach Lu Wushuang's ears, Cheng Ying would have no place in this world anymore.

"You're shameless..."

Cheng Ying's voice trembled with a faint sob.

Her hands, having lost all strength, rested limply on Yang Guo's chest.

Yang Guo did not stop.

His palm slid down Cheng Ying's smooth back.

Through the silk, his fingertips precisely located the hidden acupoint on her waist.

Apply pressure with your thumb and press hard on that soft flesh.

There's a lot to it about this press.

The masculine energy of the Qiankun Technique penetrated through his fingertips, directly striking the remaining marks around Cheng Ying's dantian.

This technique not only harmonizes Yin and Yang, but also plants a foundation of true Qi within the woman's body.

As long as the man activates his shared true energy, he can easily influence the woman's blood and energy.

Cheng Ying's knees buckled, and a muffled groan escaped her throat.

She lost her footing and would have fallen to the ground if Yang Guo hadn't caught her with his arms.

That domineering heat directly awakened the memories within her body.

My thighs feel hot, and my lower back feels sore and weak.

An unspeakable restlessness surged through the meridians to the lower abdomen.

Her usual composure proved utterly ineffective in the face of the aftereffects of the Qiankun Technique.

She felt all her strength drained away, and she couldn't even muster the strength to push him away.

"Don't touch it..."

Cheng Ying was breathing heavily, and tears slid down her cheeks.

"Please, stop pressing it."

Yang Guo's men did not stop.

With his other hand, he slipped inside her collar and caressed her delicate collarbone.

The true energy flowed from his fingertips, and every bit of force was perfectly controlled.

It neither harms her nor leaves her with no way to avoid it.

He knew the weaknesses of women like Cheng Ying.

She appears gentle and intellectual on the surface, but is extremely controlling at heart.

To subdue her, you must never go along with her pace.

We must use absolute power and means to ruthlessly shatter her self-righteous sense of control.

"Miss Cheng, you're very stubborn, but your body is more honest than your mouth."

Yang Guo muttered to himself as he performed the action.

"Look at yourself now, your face is flushed, and your limbs are weak."

"I only gave you a couple of pointers, and you couldn't even stand up straight."

"With that body, what do you have to offer me in terms of terms?"

Cheng Ying closed her eyes tightly, overwhelmed by a feeling of humiliation that surged like a rising tide.

She prides herself on being clever and good at scheming, and always tries to control those around her under the guise of "for your own good."

While on Peach Blossom Island, she used the art of divination to trap countless martial arts practitioners who attempted to land on the island.

She originally thought that her offering herself last night was a clever scheme to control the young leader of the Quanzhen Sect.

In the future, he could use Yang Guo to bring the Quanzhen Sect's influence under his control.

Only now does she see it clearly.

Faced with absolute military suppression and unscrupulous tactics, her schemes were riddled with flaws.

From the moment she voluntarily untied her belt, she revealed all her cards and completely became this man's prey.

Her pride in her wisdom was rendered useless in the face of Yang Guo's unconventional behavior.

"What exactly do you want...?"

Cheng Ying gave up resisting, her voice weak, revealing a sense of resignation and dejection.

Yang Guo restrained some of his true energy.

He pulled her half a foot away from his embrace, his gaze falling on her tear-streaked face.

That face, which usually wore a polite smile, was now filled with panic and helplessness.

"I want you to recognize your place."

Yang Guo spoke calmly, but his words were like knives piercing Cheng Ying's heart.

"From now on, you are neither the last disciple of Peach Blossom Island nor Wushuang's cousin."

"You are just my woman, Yang Guo's woman, the private property of the leader of the Quanzhen Sect."

"If I tell you to stand, you can't sit; if I tell you to take off your clothes, you have to do it obediently."

"Did you understand?"

Cheng Ying bit her lower lip, refusing to make a sound.

This was the last bit of pride in her bones acting up.

She was unwilling to become someone else's appendage.

They were even more unwilling to accept that their schemes would end in complete failure.

Seeing her stubbornly insisting on her position, Yang Guo immediately let out a cold laugh.

His experience as a movie star in his previous life gave him unparalleled control over his emotions.

He knows when to apply pressure and when to give the other party some breathing room.

Then deliver the fatal blow.

Conventional coercion and enticement are largely ineffective against women who appear to be well-bred ladies but have an extremely strong desire for control.

We must completely shatter her most cherished defenses and destroy her dignity.

He unleashed his final, deadly move.

"It's fine if you don't nod."

Yang Guo released his arm, letting Cheng Ying lean against the door and catch her breath.

He turned around, walked to the table, sat down, and poured himself a cup of cold tea.

My fingertips gently caressed the rough edge of the porcelain cup.

"Once I reach Xiangyang and meet Chief Huang, I will find a suitable opportunity to catch up with her alone."

"I told her how her pure and innocent junior sister knelt on the ground in the inn outside Tongguan City and begged me for affection."

"I will also describe to her in detail how wonderful the internal energy cultivation of Peach Blossom Island is during dual cultivation."

"What kind of expression do you think Chief Huang will have after hearing these words?"

Cheng Ying's face turned deathly pale, and all color drained from her body in an instant.

The person she respected most in her life was Huang Rong.

Huang Rong is incredibly intelligent and has a sharp eye; no lie can escape her notice.

If Huang Rong knew that Cheng Ying was using such underhanded methods to get entangled with men...

They were even treated like playthings and manipulated.

She will never be able to hold her head high on Peach Blossom Island for the rest of her life.

Huang Rong would definitely think that she had disgraced Peach Blossom Island and tarnished Huang Yaoshi's reputation.

She was unaware of this.

Huang Rong and Yang Guo had already consummated their marriage, and Huang Rong was even the woman Yang Guo planned to take away from Guo Jing.

Yang Guo picked up his teacup, took a sip, and secretly began to make plans.

If Cheng Ying knew how submissive and compliant her most respected senior sister was beneath her.

I'm afraid he'll have a mental breakdown and go mad on the spot.

"don't want……"

Cheng Ying walked a few steps to the table, placed her hands on the surface, and looked on with pleading eyes.

"Don't tell my senior sister."

"Please, please don't ruin my reputation."