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

Lu Wushuang slapped Wu Xiuwen's hand with a force that immediately turned the back of his hand red.

"Who gave you permission to touch him?"

Lu Wushuang's voice was so cold it could freeze you.

Wu Xiuwen withdrew his hand, shook it twice, and hissed.

"You little brat, you're really protecting him. What kind of spell did he cast on you? If the young lady knew, she'd laugh herself to death. A mere sweeping boy from the Quanzhen Sect comes out to deceive two naive girls. Tsk tsk, and he calls himself the sect leader."

The young lady he was referring to was Guo Fu.

Lu Wushuang's temple throbbed twice.

These words are more piercing than knives.

She ripped off her veil, revealing a delicate face filled with anger.

Say it again.

When Wu Xiuwen saw her face clearly, he was stunned. The face under the veil was not the village girl he had imagined. She had regular features, fair skin, and eyes that were full of burning fire.

But he quickly looked away, not out of fear, but because he was preoccupied with how to regain the face he had just lost.

If word got out that he lost to a girl, would Wu Xiuwen still be able to live a respectable life in Xiangyang City?

Wu Dunru stopped two steps away from Yang Guo. His left foot was still hurting, and he stood slightly crooked, but he refused to show any weakness and adopted a serious and earnest manner.

"Yang Guo, let me give you some good advice. How you conduct yourself outside is your business, but don't make up stories when you get to Xiangyang. Master Guo and Master Huang are still in the city. The leadership of the Quanzhen Sect has been passed down from generation to generation by Qiu Chuji's disciples. How could you, a wild boy from Peach Blossom Island, become the leader after only a few years in Zhongnan Mountain?"

As he said this, he turned his head and glanced at his younger brother.

"Xiuwen, did you hear that? This is even more fabricated than a storyteller's."

Wu Xiuwen nodded repeatedly, cooperating skillfully.

The two brothers always used this same routine on Peach Blossom Island, whether they were fighting or teasing each other, they always worked together seamlessly.

The veins on the back of Lu Wushuang's hand, which was gripping the willow-leaf scimitar, bulged.

She followed Yang Guo from Zhongnan Mountain all the way to Tongguan, and then fought her way from Tongguan to the ferry, where she witnessed Wang Jian leading a hundred elite cavalrymen to chase them onto the river and bow down to apologize.

The title of "Leader of the Quanzhen Sect" carried far greater weight in her heart than these two good-for-nothings could comprehend.

Wu Dunru is still continuing.

"Take my advice, come to your senses. If you truly are the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, show me your sect leader's seal. Can you produce one?"

He took half a step forward, adopting the "senior brother" demeanor he was used to on Peach Blossom Island.

"Right now, hand over these two women of unknown origin to us for questioning, and then go and kowtow to my master to apologize. For Aunt Guo's sake, my master might still give you a meal. Don't try to save face by putting on a brave face here."

That's a very insightful statement.

Every sentence he uttered was directed at Guo Jing, and every sentence was a reminder to those around him—I, Wu Dunru, am Guo Jing's disciple, and you, Yang Guo, are an unwanted wild boy.

Just as Lu Wushuang was about to rush forward and stab Wu Dunru twice, a hand landed on her shoulder.

Yang Guo pressed her down, not with much force, but she knew that her husband's pressing down meant that she should not move.

Yang Guo leaned against a horse, his arms crossed over his chest.

His expression was quite interesting.

In my past life, I acted alongside countless popular young actors on set. Their greatest skill, both on and off screen, was forming cliques and using their connections to intimidate others. Wu Dunru's rhetoric, in a different guise, is exactly the same as that phrase in the entertainment industry, "Do you know who's behind me?"

Unfortunately, Yang Guo was least afraid of someone bringing in a powerful backer.

He wanted to test just how stupid these two pieces of material could be.

"You want to see the seal?"

Yang Guo tilted his head.

"Yes, if you can't produce it, then you'd better come with us obediently. You'll find out the truth when you get to Master Guo."

Wu Dunru spoke with extreme arrogance. With Guo Jing's name on his side, he could go anywhere with impunity. Growing up on Peach Blossom Island, he was bossed around by Guo Fu and overshadowed by the names of the two Wu brothers. The only thing he was proud of was his master's reputation.

Yang Guo took out the travel permit from his pocket and unfolded it.

"You two take a look at this."

Wu Dunru took it and glanced at it.

The ink on the paper was neat and the writing style was that of a proper military dispatch. The official seal of Wang Jian, the garrison commander of Tongguan, was pressed very deeply, the red ink seeping into the paper's texture. The travel permit read "Yang Guo, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect," followed by the joint signature of the deputy general and the date.

Wu Xiuwen also joined in.

The two brothers each held one side of the paper and looked down at it for a few moments.

Yang Guo observed the reactions of the two men.

Wu Dunru's eyes lingered on the words "General of Tongguan" for a moment, indicating that he recognized Wang Jian's name. But he immediately raised his head, his expression unchanged.

now it's right.

Knowing someone is one thing, admitting it is another. If these two acknowledged the authenticity of the travel permit on the spot, it would be tantamount to admitting that Yang Guo was telling the truth, and their condescending lecture would become a complete joke.

Making a fool of yourself in front of so many people is worse than getting beaten up.

As expected, Wu Xiuwen spoke first.

"Anyone can write a military travel permit?"

He pursed his lips and casually flipped the travel permit over.

"A seal can be made by a seal engraver for two taels of silver. Can such a thing be used as a token of the sect leader? Yang Guo, you're really trying to fool people."

Yang Guo mentally gave this statement a score.

zero points.

The official seal of the Tongguan garrison commander and the joint signature of his deputy are considered hard currency at any Guanzhong garrison checkpoint. You, Wu Xiuwen, have been waiting at the gates of Xiangyang for half a month and still can't even recognize the format of the military dispatch, yet you're spouting nonsense here?

However, Yang Guo didn't say that.

He wanted to see those two completely stupid.

Wu Dunru folded the travel permit neatly and tossed it back to Yang Guo's chest. The permit tumbled in mid-air, and Yang Guo caught it without even a crease. He held the paper between two fingers, and the Dali iron ring on his finger spun half a circle in the sunlight.

"I don't care where you got this stuff. If you want to enter the city, you have to follow the rules. Take off your veil, unload your weapons, and open your bundle for inspection. Otherwise, come with us to see your master's wife."

Wu Dunru emphasized the words "teacher's wife" when he spoke.

Huang Rong was a great banner in his heart, capable of keeping the martial arts world in check, and naturally she could also keep a poor Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect in check.

After he finished speaking, he pointed at Cheng Ying behind Yang Guo with the scabbard in his hand.

"The woman did the same; she took off her veil."

Cheng Ying stood still, her hands clasped together in her sleeves.

Her mind works very quickly.

The master of the two people in front of her is Guo Jing, and Guo Jing's wife is Huang Rong, who is her senior sister. In terms of seniority, she is their senior uncle.

If you mention Huang Yaoshi's name as his last disciple and then mention Huang Rong, the arrogance of Da Wu and Xiao Wu will be halved.

This is the fastest solution at the moment.

More importantly, once she revealed her identity, it was as if she had driven a nail into the gap between Yang Guo and Huang Rong. With Da Wu and Xiao Wu as witnesses, Yang Guo's actions towards her would not be mere empty words in front of Huang Rong.

She took half a step forward and opened her mouth to speak.

"Young heroes, please wait a moment, we are..."

Halfway through her sentence, a hand landed on her right shoulder.

This hand came silently.

Cheng Ying couldn't distinguish the footsteps at all amidst the noise of the crowd. The moment her palm touched her shoulder, a surge of scorching true energy entered through the Jianjing acupoint.

This amount of true energy was small, only a trace.

However, it followed the Yang meridian path of the Qiankun Technique, heading straight for the Qi Sea after entering the meridians. The Qiankun Technique imprint that had been lingering deep in her lower abdomen for many days was activated by this wisp of Yang energy of the same origin, and the two internal forces collided, causing a surge between the Qi Sea and the Ren meridian.

The flow of Fallen Flower True Qi was interrupted by this surge.

The heat wave in her lower abdomen spread to her limbs and bones, making her knees weak and her waist powerless.

She leaned back and rested against Yang Guo's chest.

"Owner……"

Her voice was so low that only two people could hear it.

Yang Guo's lips brushed against her earlobe, his warm breath hitting her flushed earlobes.

"Shut up. Watch the show."

Four words.

Cheng Ying was held by one hand around the waist, his fingertips pressing on the belt meridian acupoint on her side, the output of true qi was just right to maintain the turbulence in her dantian.

Every time the Fallen Petal True Qi circulates for one full cycle, it is interrupted once by that Yang Qi.

In this state, all her martial arts skills were like being choked; she couldn't spit them out or swallow them down.

He tried to struggle, but his body wouldn't move.

I want to circulate my internal energy, but my meridians won't obey me.

Da Wu and Xiao Wu stood three steps away, unable to see anything. They only saw a woman in a green dress leaning against her companion, probably frightened by the scene.

Yang Guo released his grip.

Cheng Ying staggered a step, barely managing to steady herself. Her hands clenched into fists inside her sleeves, her nails digging into her palms.

This man was more ruthless than she had imagined.

He wasn't afraid of her revealing her identity; he was reminding her—that mark within you is the source of my ability to control you at any time.

You want to put on a show of complaining in front of Da Wu and Xiao Wu? Then I'll make sure you can't even stand up straight in front of everyone.

So what if you're in front of Huang Rong? You'd only get halfway through your sentence before your legs went weak. What Huang Rong saw wasn't a victim, but a pathetic creature utterly defenseless against men.

Cheng Ying shut her mouth.

Yang Guo patted the dust off his hands.

"Alright, I won't waste any more words with you."

He turned to Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang still gripped the willow-leaf dagger, her face full of resentment, wishing she could go up and slash Wu Dunru a couple more times.

Yang Guo reached out and pried her fingers off the hilt of the sword one by one, then put them back into the scabbard.

"Calm down."

"No! What right do they have to say that about you!"

There was a hint of grievance in Lu Wushuang's voice.

"I've said it. Everything will be clear once we meet Uncle Guo and Chief Huang. We'll be able to slap them in the face then; it's not worth it to do it now."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang bit her lip and swallowed her anger.

Having been with Yang Guo for a long time, she knew that her husband always had his own plans when he did things. The time he was chased around by Wu Dunru on the ground might seem like a humiliation to most people, but Lu Wushuang had personally witnessed Yang Guo piercing through the Cold Sealed Breastplate with a single finger.

If he really makes a move, none of the people at the city gate will be able to stand firm.

There must be a reason why he doesn't take action.

Lu Wushuang put her veil back on her head, walked to Yang Guo's left, and took his arm.

Seeing this scene, Wu Dunru became even more convinced of his judgment.

This is just a spineless coward who lives off women.

What future can someone from Peach Blossom Island have? Back then, they couldn't even beat a few kids like them, and now, after being scolded by him, they don't even dare to utter a sound.

"Are you coming or not?"

Wu Dunru took the sword sheath and moved forward a little.

"Once you're in front of Master Guo, you'll know whether you're an imposter or not."

Yang Guo smiled.

There's a lot in that smile.

There are memories of being scolded by the director on set in a past life and having to smile along, the forbearance of gritting one's teeth and remaining silent when being ganged up on by Da Wu and Xiao Wu on Peach Blossom Island, and a very peculiar expectation.

He wanted to see what expressions Guo Jing and Huang Rong would have when they arrived.

"Let's go with them to see Aunt Guo. I was planning to go anyway, so we won't have to queue up to get into town."