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

Huang Rong was thoroughly annoyed by the two people's nagging.

Brother Jing taught these two idiots.

When others dig a hole, they not only jump in, but also fill it with soil themselves.

She held out her hand: "Let me see your travel permit."

Yang Guo presented it with both hands, his attitude extremely respectful.

Huang Rong accepted the travel permit.

The moment the paper was unfolded, her gaze lingered on the seal for only a moment.

The gold dust particles in the red clay, the brushstrokes of the deputy general's signature at the end, and the hidden watermarks of the Ministry of War on the edge of the paper.

All three details match perfectly.

She handed the travel permit to Wu Dunru.

"Dunru, you've been with your master for a while now. Can't you tell the difference between a genuine and fake military travel permit format and ink pad?"

Wu Dunru took the travel permit and examined it over and over, his brow furrowed.

"Master's wife, this inkpad may look similar, but anyone can write a military travel permit. You can find a seal engraver and spend two taels of silver to make a fake seal. Can this kind of thing be used as a token of the sect leader? Yang Guo, you're really trying to fool people."

Huang Rong turned her head.

She didn't speak immediately, but stared at Wu Dunru for three breaths.

This three breaths of silence were heavier than any scolding.

The air in the front hall suddenly felt heavy. Wu Xiuwen's words of support were stuck in his throat, neither able to be swallowed nor uttered.

"Dunru, your master taught you to distinguish right from wrong, but didn't he teach you to recognize military orders and official seals?"

Huang Rong raised her hand and slammed it on the square table.

"The stamp on the travel permit, with gold dust showing through the red clay, is a standard design uniformly issued by the Ministry of War of the Imperial Court."

"Followed by the double seals of the deputy general."

"These kinds of secret marks are impossible for people who privately forge seals to make."

"You can't even tell the difference between the real and the fake, yet you're shouting and yelling at the city gate, blocking the path of the Quanzhen Sect leader."

"Who taught you these rules?"

"Is this how Brother Jing usually teaches you to lead troops and defend the city?"

Wu Dunru stood there dumbfounded.

Seeing that his master's wife was truly angry, Wu Xiuwen quickly stepped forward: "Master's wife, even if the seal is genuine, it doesn't prove that he is the sect leader. He's dressed so shabbily..."

"Shut up!"

Huang Rong glared at Wu Xiuwen, her voice not loud, but each word struck like a hammer.

"This travel permit is genuine."

"The official seal of General Wang Jian and the joint signature of the deputy general are genuine official seals of the Ministry of War."

"He wasn't impersonating someone else."

"Moreover, Yang Guo was the third leader of the Quanzhen Sect."

The lobby fell silent after those words were spoken.

Wu Dunru's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Wu Xiuwen's hand, which was on his belt, froze in place, and he stood there like a wooden stake.

"How is this possible?"

Wu Dunru's throat tightened, and he could barely speak.

"Master's wife, are you...? The Quanzhen Sect is the number one sect in the world, how could Master Qiu Chuji and the others let a mere boy become the sect leader? This is impossible, this..."

"You say it's impossible?"

Huang Rong leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and gathered her skirt slightly.

Her tone, however, became calm and unhurried.

"Because I was there when he took over as the head of the sect on Zhongnan Mountain."

Wu Dunru shut his mouth.

"I personally witnessed the election of his position as sect leader by more than two thousand disciples of the Quanzhen Sect."

"We won fair and square against all the masters at the Tongtian Arena. It was our Beggars' Sect that was there to help stabilize the situation."

"His position as sect leader is rightfully his, and none of the thousands of disciples in the Quanzhen Sect dare to disobey him."

Huang Rong paused, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen's faces.

"Are you two implying that I, too, was blinded by greed and got scammed?"

Da Wu and Xiao Wu's faces were deathly pale.

They looked at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo maintained his submissive posture, with his hands clasped in front of him, looking exactly like a junior who had done something wrong and was waiting for punishment.

Seeing this, the feeling was completely different for them.

Since you are the true sect leader, why don't you bring any disciples with you when you go out?

You confessed your guilt and accepted punishment in front of your teacher's wife, and you humbly called us "elder brother" because you were right to teach him a lesson.

You did it on purpose.

From the city gate to the general's mansion, you watched as one of us twisted his ankle and the other clutched his crotch, swaggering all the way, saying that we would plead for you in front of your master's wife.

The leader of the Quanzhen Sect has thousands of people under his command. Why would he need a good-for-nothing like you who can't even guard the city gate to plead for him?

Wu Dunru's face turned purple.

He opened his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a single word.

They kept calling him a liar and accusing him of being beaten with military rods, and even used old stories about Peach Blossom Island to belittle him.

Now, it's all become evidence of my own stupidity.

With a thud, he knelt directly on the blue brick floor.

Yang Guo's right ankle hit the crack in the brickwork, and the aftereffects of the flick Yang Guo had applied to the Jiexi acupoint were now acting up fiercely.

The moment his bone crevices touched the hard brick, the pain shot straight up to the root of his knee. Wu Dunru gritted his teeth, his head covered in sweat, and he slumped there.

"Please calm down, Master's wife. I know I was wrong. I was blind and didn't recognize Headmaster Yang."

Wu Xiuwen's head was buzzing, and he quickly knelt down as well.

His kneeling motion was so forceful that the buckle on his belt burst open completely.

The outer trousers slid down the thighs, revealing the rough white underpants underneath.

He reached up with both hands to pull up his trousers, his face as red as burning coals.

"Master's wife, this disciple dares not do it again."

One of them was limping on the ground, while the other was kneeling on the bricks with his pants up, completely different from how he had been sitting upright in the armchair, eager to take credit.

Huang Rong didn't bother to look at it again.

Her gaze bypassed Da Wu and Xiao Wu, landing on the green-clad woman wearing a veil behind them.

The Beggars' Sect spy's words were still ringing in his ears.

She wore a green dress and a veiled hat, and remained silent and uncommitted.

When did this person appear by Yang Guo's side? His origins are unknown.

"The woman beside you should take off her veil; there's no need to hide anything in the commander's mansion."

When Huang Rong said this, her tone was neither too light nor too heavy, and her face showed a hint of scrutiny.

The woman raised her hand, slowly grasping the edge of the gauze curtain.

The veil was half lifted, revealing a refined and dignified face.

Huang Rong leaned forward slightly.

Cheng Ying.

The master's last disciple.

The quiet and well-behaved junior sister on Peach Blossom Island has been learning Qimen Dunjia and Luoying Divine Sword Palm from her master since childhood. She is gentle and thoughtful in her work. Her master specifically instructed her to take good care of her before he left.

The moment Cheng Ying saw Huang Rong, her lips pursed and her eyes reddened.

She has been dignified since childhood and can handle any situation.

But what happened on the passenger ship these past few days has been suffocating her.

Yang Guo pressed her against the wall in the cabin, channeling his inner energy into her meridians through her Jianjing acupoint. This yang energy directly disrupted the flow of her Falling Petal True Qi, leaving her limbs out of her control.

Just now at the city gate, Yang Guo touched her waist again in front of everyone. That touch happened to hit the Dai Mai acupoint, and the Qiankun Jue mark in her Qi Hai trembled for a long time.

None of these things can be discussed openly.

She is very meticulous.

Right now, Da Wu and Xiao Wu are still kneeling on the ground, and there are many people talking in the front hall.

The mark within her body was still being drawn by Yang Guo's aura, and she was well aware of the unusual sensations in her acupoints.

If she reveals these things to outsiders, no matter what the truth is, Cheng Ying will never be able to face anyone again.

She forced back her tears and softly called out, "Senior Sister."

Huang Rong's heart stirred.

She glanced at Cheng Ying, then at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo still maintained an honest and unassuming appearance, with his eyebrows lowered, eyes downcast, and lips neatly tucked in.

But she knew exactly what this petty thief was up to, having dealt with him countless times before.

"Oh, it's my junior sister."

Huang Rong's tone softened slightly. She stood up, walked forward, and took Cheng Ying's hand.

As their fingers intertwined, Huang Rong placed her right index and middle fingers on Cheng Ying's cun guan chi (a type of ruler).

This gesture was just a casual thing to do; to outsiders, it looked like a senior sister holding her junior sister's hand and showing concern for her well-being.

However, Huang Rong channeled a wisp of Nine Yin True Qi along Cheng Ying's pulse point, and after traveling three inches, she encountered a...

Extremely pure Yang energy.

It is rich, calm, and possesses the warm texture unique to innate vital energy.

This true energy traveled along Cheng Ying's meridians, occupying the area around several key acupoints and suppressing Cheng Ying's own Falling Flower True Energy, making it unable to rise.

Huang Rong's fingertips twitched slightly.

She was all too familiar with this true energy.

For forty-nine days on the cold jade bed in Zhongnan Mountain, Yang Guo's innate primordial energy and her Nine Yin True Qi repeatedly merged under the catalysis of the coldness of the jade bed.

During those forty-nine days, every meridian in her body was traversed by this yang energy more than once.

Even if she turned to ashes, she would still recognize her.

The Qiankun Technique mark inside Cheng Ying's body is exactly the same as the one she had on the Cold Jade Bed.

This little thief doesn't even spare his master's last disciple.

Huang Rong showed no sign of surprise.

She smiled, said what she was supposed to say, and patted Cheng Ying's hand.

"How did you end up in Xiangyang? Was your journey smooth?"

Cheng Ying replied in a low voice, "We encountered some setbacks on the way, but then we met Young Master Yang and traveled together."

She pronounced the three words "Young Master Yang" very softly.

Wu Dunru was still kneeling on the ground when he saw Huang Rong talking to the woman wearing a veil, and he was completely confused.

"Master's wife, do you know this woman?"

"This is your grandmaster Huang Yaoshi's last disciple, your uncle."

Huang Rong's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen's minds went blank at the same time.

Uncle-Master.

What did they just say?

If their background is unclear, they should be severely tortured.

The two men immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed in respect.

In his haste, Wu Xiuwen loosened his grip, causing his pants to slip down even further. He quickly grabbed the waistband.

First, they offended the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, and now they have insulted their martial uncle.

The series of foolish things they did today is enough to make them a laughingstock for the rest of their lives.

Only then did Yang Guo straighten up, putting on a gentle smile that no one could find fault with.

He walked over quickly and bent down to help Wu Dunru with his arm.

"Chief Huang, please don't be angry. The two Wu brothers were just doing their duty."

"Xiangyang City is heavily guarded now, and their caution is for Uncle Guo's own good."

"Acknowledge what needs to be acknowledged, bow your head when necessary. What are my little grievances compared to that?"

"We're all family, don't let me ruin our harmony."

These words thoroughly humiliated Da Wu and Xiao Wu, yet afterwards they offered them a piece of candy.

The more humble you are, the more embarrassed the other person becomes.

Huang Rong's anger flared even more.

These two brainless fools usually act arrogantly outside because of Jing-gege's name, and today they made such a fool of themselves in front of the Quanzhen Sect Leader and their master's closed-door disciple.

If word gets out, you'll lose face.

Lu Wushuang, watching the play from the side, almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

Huang Rong pointed outside the door and said, "You two, go to the drill ground and get twenty strokes of the military rod, then go to the front yard and copy the rules of the sect fifty times. You are not allowed to eat until you finish copying them."

"Get out!"

Da Wu and Xiao Wu scrambled to their feet.

Wu Xiuwen, pulling up his trousers, and Wu Dunru, limping, scurried out of the front hall in disgrace.

The footsteps faded into the distance, disappearing only after turning the corner of the covered walkway.

Only four people remained in the hall.

Huang Rong, Yang Guo, Lu Wushuang, Cheng Ying.

Surrounded by four walls, the noise outside was kept out, and the atmosphere inside the hall changed instantly.

Huang Rong sat back down in the armchair, leaning against the backrest and changing the direction in which her legs were crossed.

The light blue skirt cascaded down, the fabric clinging to her legs and creating a graceful line.

Her posture was much more relaxed than before, and she looked at the three people standing below.

She had known Lu Wushuang for a long time.

When they were in Zhongnan Mountain, it was she who took the initiative to send this girl to Yang Guo's bed.

At this moment, Lu Wushuang obediently called out, "Sister Rong."

Huang Rong nodded.

Her gaze returned to Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying stood there, her hands clenched into fists inside her sleeves.

She saw Huang Rong sitting on the armchair, her light blue dress making her look dignified and noble, her authority as the leader of the gang dominating the entire room.

Cheng Ying's heart clenched.