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

The river water lapped against the wooden hull of the passenger boat, the current was gentle.

Cheng Ying was wiping the wooden table in the cabin with an old cloth, water droplets dripping down her chin.

She tied a knot at the hem of her light green dress, revealing her fair ankles underneath.

The cabin was very stuffy, and every time she wiped herself, the soreness in her lower back would surge out.

The heat left by the Qiankun Technique lingered in the dantian, completely beyond the control of one's own true qi.

The Falling Petals Divine Sword Technique of Peach Blossom Island is known for its pure and continuous flow, emphasizing the unconventional and uninterrupted flow of energy.

Cheng Ying had been cultivating since childhood, and this gentle and yin-like true energy was already circulating smoothly in the twelve meridians.

But now, as soon as one slightly activates their inner energy, an extremely domineering heat will be generated near the Qihai and Shenque acupoints.

That was the innate pure yang energy that Yang Guo forcibly left in her body after their dual cultivation last night.

This strange energy was like a nail driven into the vital points of her meridians, firmly blocking her pure and clear energy.

She stopped wiping, gripped the edge of the table with one hand, and her chest heaved violently.

She had thought that giving herself to him in the woodshed last night was a clever move, a strategic retreat.

By exchanging her innocence for a life-saving grace, she could both dispel the lingering poison left by Leng Feng and gain leverage over the young leader of the Quanzhen Sect.

Once this relationship is established, it will be possible to subtly intervene in the affairs of the Quanzhen Sect under the guise of "for your own good," thereby bringing Yang Guo and even the entire Quanzhen Sect's power under control.

This was a layout she was extremely good at.

While on Peach Blossom Island, she used to use her gentle and intellectual appearance to cover up her strong desire for control.

But she completely misjudged Yang Guo.

The door hinges rattled, and Yang Guo walked in, closed the cabin door behind him, and bolted it shut.

Lu Wushuang was still excitedly watching the water birds on the deck; only the two of them remained inside the cabin.

Cheng Ying stopped what she was doing, not daring to look up at Yang Guo, and just tightly gripped the old cloth.

Yang Guo walked up behind her, and the two were very close, his chest almost touching her back.

Yang Guo did not deliberately conceal his aura; the red and black innate primordial energy bead in his dantian, formed by the fusion of the positive and negative Nine Yin True Qi, was slowly rotating.

This oppressive aura, reaching the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm, was amplified infinitely within the cramped and stuffy cabin.

The oppressive feeling brought by his sixteen years of refined internal energy pressed down squarely on Cheng Ying's shoulders.

"You're moving rather slowly," Yang Guo said, his voice tinged with a hint of laziness. "The closed-door disciples of Peach Blossom Island are indeed quite inexperienced when it comes to manual labor."

Cheng Ying didn't reply, but simply took half a step to the side, trying to create some distance.

Yang Guo raised his right hand and precisely pinched the back of her neck, pressing down hard with his thumb along her cervical spine.

A stream of pure, innate Yang energy shot out from his fingertips, penetrating directly into Cheng Ying's meridians.

This vital energy was forcibly injected directly into the Dazhui acupoint, and then traveled straight in along the Du meridian.

Cheng Ying's Falling Petal True Qi instinctively wanted to retaliate, but it crumbled the moment it touched this domineering Yang Qi.

The yang energy surged forward with unstoppable force, precisely targeting the remaining imprints deep within her dantian.

Cheng Ying cried out in surprise, as the heat force tightly pulled at the remaining yang energy in her dantian.

Her knees buckled, the old cloth in her hand fell onto the wooden board, and she fell backward, landing right in Yang Guo's arms.

Yang Guo took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist, and his left hand slipped inside her light green skirt, pressing against her inner thigh through her undergarment.

That was the very spot where he left his mark last night.

Yang Guo exerted slight force with his five fingers, his fingertips gripping the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian on her leg.

The internal force of the Qiankun Technique was then released, completely severing the flow of true energy in her lower body.

Cheng Ying trembled all over, and tried to push Yang Guo's thighs with both hands, but she couldn't muster any strength at all.

In his previous life, Yang Guo was a master of human nature, and he knew all too well the weaknesses of women like Cheng Ying.

Reasoning with this kind of woman who appears dignified on the surface but is actually extremely eager to control everything is useless.

Only by overwhelming her with absolute force and ruthless methods, peeling away her self-righteous dignity layer by layer, can her psychological defenses be completely shattered.

"Let go..." Cheng Ying's breathing became completely disordered.

"What's your name?" Yang Guo suddenly increased the pressure on his fingers.

The vital energy flowed upwards along the meridians, bringing a sensation of tingling and soreness that was difficult to describe.

At this moment, Cheng Ying's rationality was completely overwhelmed by the physical suppression.

Cheng Ying's eyes were slightly red, tears welling up inside. She could hear Lu Wushuang's footsteps outside; she had no way out.

If she dared to resist loudly, Lu Wushuang outside the door would immediately rush in.

Once the illicit affair in the woodshed last night is exposed, her carefully cultivated image as a good cousin and the noble reputation of the Peach Blossom Island disciples will all vanish in an instant.

She simply cannot afford to lose.

"Master..." Cheng Ying closed her eyes, and tears of humiliation silently streamed down her face.

Yang Guo pulled her up and pressed her down onto the chair next to him.

"Kneel down and take off your boots."

Cheng Ying opened her eyes and looked at the pair of leather boots covered in mud. She gritted her teeth and slowly slid off the chair, kneeling on the rough wooden floor.

She reached out and hugged Yang Guo's calves, slowly taking off his boots.

The rough splinters pierced his knees, but they were far less intense than the humiliation in his heart.

As Huang Yaoshi's last disciple, she was always treated as an honored guest and had never done such lowly work of serving others.

She kept her head down and took off her mud-covered leather boots, placing them neatly to the side.

Yang Guo leaned back in his chair, looking down at her humiliated appearance.

"That's right, people always have to accept their fate."

"When you plotted against me, you should have known this day would come."

"If your senior sister Huang saw how well-behaved and sensible you are now, she would be very pleased."

Upon hearing the words "Senior Sister Huang," Cheng Ying trembled even more violently.

She put her boots aside, lowered her head, and remained silent.

Huang Rong was her most inviolable idol and a role model for her conduct.

Yang Guo deliberately brought up Huang Rong to rub salt into her wounds.

She had no idea that her revered Senior Sister Huang had long been Yang Guo's lover, and that she had even been completely manipulated, both physically and emotionally.

"Massage my legs," Yang Guo instructed casually.

Cheng Ying raised her hand, made a fist, and gently tapped Yang Guo's leg.

Her movements were very stiff, but Yang Guo didn't urge her. He just closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed it.

As Cheng Ying tapped away, her mind raced with thoughts.

She was still enduring it, waiting for Yang Guo to lower his guard and for the foreign internal energy in her body to completely dissipate.

As long as she can regain her strength, she will definitely set up a Qimen Dunjia formation to avenge today's humiliation tenfold.

Although Yang Guo had his eyes closed, his innate mastery of energy had already captured Cheng Ying's heartbeat and breathing changes.

He clearly sensed the suppressed resistance within Cheng Ying.

He knew that the timing was far from right.

After a while, Yang Guo slowly opened his eyes.

"Go pour me a glass of wine."

Cheng Ying used the wooden plank to stand up, but her legs were sore and weak.

She had barely taken one step when her knees buckled and she fell straight forward.

She instinctively reached out to grab something, her hands landing squarely on Yang Guo's thighs, and she knelt down between his legs.

Yang Guo looked down at her and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Miss Cheng's initiative has saved me a lot of trouble."

Cheng Ying's cheeks flushed instantly, and she hurriedly tried to get up.

Yang Guo suddenly reached out and grabbed her chin tightly, forcing her to raise her head.

Yang Guo used tremendous force, squeezing her jawbone so hard it cracked.

He wanted to completely sever that pitiful bit of pride in her heart.

"There's a wine pot on the table." Yang Guo stared intently at her lips. "Take a sip yourself and feed it to me."

Cheng Ying shook her head repeatedly; this was worse than death for her.

For a woman who prides herself on being a lady from a respectable family, such vulgar behavior in a brothel is tantamount to a complete trampling on her dignity.

She gripped Yang Guo's wrists tightly with both hands, trying to forcibly pull his large hand away.

"Not going?" Yang Guo's fingers slid down and pressed heavily on the acupoint below her collarbone.

The true energy of the Qiankun Technique was unleashed once again.

This time, the output of true energy was even more powerful and domineering than before.

The red and black primordial energy beads spun rapidly within Cheng Ying's dantian, and a scorching stream of energy directly pierced through Cheng Ying's Ren meridian.

Cheng Ying's strength was instantly drained, and she could only gasp for breath, powerless to give in.

She turned around with difficulty, reached for the wine jug on the table, pulled out the cork, and took a big gulp of wine into her mouth.

The cheap liquor was spicy and irritating to her throat, so she turned around, closed her eyes, and leaned closer to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo lowered his head and bit her lips, forcibly prying them open and sucking the wine into her mouth.

Their lips met tightly, and the remaining wine dripped down Cheng Ying's lips, staining her light green dress.

Yang Guo not only swept away all the wine, but also left his strong scent on her lips and teeth.

Cheng Ying felt a sudden dizziness, and the last remaining will to resist within her was completely crushed at that moment.

She finally realized in despair that all her schemes and calculations were nothing but a self-humiliating joke in front of this man.

Yang Guo swallowed the wine and casually wiped the wine stains from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

"The wine is of poor quality, but it has a unique flavor when paired with the mouths of the Peach Blossom Island disciples."

Cheng Ying collapsed to the ground, her hands covering her face tightly, her shoulders trembling violently.

Her psychological defenses finally collapsed completely.

The long-held mask of gentleness shattered, revealing a heart filled with panic and helplessness.

Suddenly, Lu Wushuang's voice came from outside the door.

"Husband, cousin, are you inside? A large ship is coming this way on the river!"

Lu Wushuang's clear voice pierced through the wooden planks and landed clearly inside the cabin.

Yang Guo gently patted Cheng Ying's cheek.

"Speak back, and keep your voice steady."

Yang Guo took the opportunity to withdraw the true energy that he had suppressed within Cheng Ying's body.

With the pressure suddenly relieved, Cheng Ying gasped for breath.

She knew she had to adjust her state immediately and absolutely could not let Lu Wushuang see through her disguise.

Cheng Ying took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the sob in her voice.

"Wushuang, we're here. We'll go out now."

Yang Guo stood up, put on his boots, and looked down at Cheng Ying from his elevated position.

"Straighten your clothes so your cousin doesn't notice anything amiss."

"I'll teach you other rules in the evening."

Yang Guo pushed open the cabin door and strode out.

Cheng Ying was left alone in the sweltering cabin, her humiliated tears falling heavily onto the wooden planks.