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

Huang Rong sat on the edge of the bed, watching Cheng Ying writhe on the ground in pain and pleasure, and her own body trembled along with her.

She knew this feeling all too well.

When Yang Guo activated his inner energy, the memories that remained in her body were also awakened.

Those absurd things that happened on the cold jade bed and in the backyard of Zhongnan Mountain, one after another, have now all turned into a scalding undercurrent, rushing from the tailbone all the way to the back of the head.

Huang Rong suppressed the erotic thoughts that were rising in her mind, cursing herself for being so spineless. She reached out her jade hand and grasped Cheng Ying's right wrist pulse point, continuously sending her Nine Yin True Qi, which she had cultivated for many years, into Cheng Ying's Shaoyang meridian.

This vital energy is extremely yin and gentle, traveling three inches along the acupoints on the arm and wrist, directly reaching the Zhongwan acupoint.

When the true energy reached the edge of the Qi Sea, Huang Rong's expression changed slightly.

The true energy of the Qiankun Technique left behind by Yang Guo was by no means the dead force of ordinary acupoint striking and meridian cutting, but a living thing that never stops!

The Qiankun Technique is derived from the Taoist principle of the interaction of Yin and Yang. After the Nine Yin True Qi in Yang Guo's body formed the Yuan Qi Pearl, the true qi it released took on the characteristics of devouring and assimilating.

The internal energy foundation of the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm leans towards the wood element, emphasizing continuous and unbroken growth, which happens to be an excellent source of nourishment for this pure yang true energy.

This energy, like a malignant tumor, lingers deep within the Qi Sea.

Whenever Cheng Ying tried to mobilize her internal energy to resist, she not only failed to break through the shackles, but instead turned her own power into fuel, amplifying the power of the Yang energy and triggering an even more violent backlash!

It teaches people to be unable to live, and unable to die!

Huang Rong was well aware of the danger involved. If Cheng Ying were to forcefully break through the barrier with her powerful internal energy, the two forces would collide within her dantian. At best, Cheng Ying's meridians would be completely severed; at worst, she would suffer a qi deviation and become possessed by demons.

Huang Rong had no choice but to change her strategy. Instead of launching a direct attack, she used her Nine Yin True Qi to slowly circulate along the outer edge of the meridians, forcibly forming an invisible barrier on the outside of the Qi Hai acupoint to completely isolate the restless Yang energy.

But she was thinking about something else.

When did this kid master the Qiankun Technique to this level?

Back in Zhongnan Mountain, he was just a beginner, but now his technique has become incredibly refined.

His progress in just a few months is so rapid; he's truly a prodigy.

"Don't overthink it. The medicine has just started to take effect, and fluctuations in your Qi are inevitable."

Huang Rong spoke in a calm tone, displaying the composure and demeanor of an elder.

He spoke lightly, but dared not slack off in the slightest.

Cheng Ying gasped for breath, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She swayed to the side, barely managing to hold onto the carved bed frame.

She had only a vague understanding of the clash between the two streams of true energy within her body, and assumed it was due to her own lack of cultivation, so she repeatedly agreed.

Yang Guo stood three steps away with his hands behind his back, watching Huang Rong use her internal energy to heal the meridians of others. His expression was nonchalant, showing no remorse for being the instigator.

He even felt a little like laughing inside.

Sister Rong's serious demeanor is exactly the same as how she pretended nothing happened when he touched her hand in the bathtub on Peach Blossom Island.

The more flustered a woman is, the more she needs to maintain her composure.

Huang Rong raised her beautiful eyes and stared sternly at the audacious young man, signaling him to stop his actions.

Yang Guo showed no fear and secretly rotated the red and black intertwined innate primordial energy bead in his lower dantian a little.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, but no sound came out; he had used an extremely skillful method of transmitting sound secretly.

This technique requires strong internal energy to support it. When ordinary martial arts masters use it, it often causes the air around their bodies to vibrate, inevitably revealing flaws.

However, Yang Guo possessed sixteen years of refined internal energy, and his control over true qi was already exquisite. Those few frivolous words were tightly wrapped by his innate primordial energy, turning into an invisible needle that bypassed Cheng Ying's eyes and ears and pierced Huang Rong's eardrums.

Such techniques not only require extremely high cultivation levels, but also require meticulous control over internal energy, like unraveling a mystery.

"Sister Rong, this junior sister is quite ambitious; she even stepped on the key point of the array in the backyard."

The man's voice carried a hint of mockery.

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's internal energy in her palm nearly went astray, and the Nine Yin True Qi protecting Cheng Ying's Qi Sea immediately fluctuated.

She quickly composed herself and steadied the force in her fingertips.

She was seething with hatred. That bastard! She was cleaning up his mess, and he had the nerve to stand by and watch the show, making sarcastic remarks!

"Shut up."

Huang Rong lowered her voice and scolded.

Cheng Ying had exceptional hearing; upon hearing the slightest sound, she raised her sweaty face and asked, "Senior sister, what did you say?"

Huang Rong's expression remained unchanged, and her tone was calm: "I told you to close your eyes and regulate your breathing, and not to get distracted."

Cheng Ying had no doubts and closed her eyes as instructed, focusing on guiding her Qi back to its origin.

Huang Rong secretly eased her breathing, her back already beaded with sweat.

She quickly calculated in her mind: Cheng Ying had her eyes closed, and Yang Guo was standing behind her. As long as this kid didn't cause any more trouble, she could get through this ordeal.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Yang Guo's gaze roamed unabashedly over Huang Rong.

The silk robe was already thin and see-through, and when she got up and sat down, although she had deliberately gathered the neckline, it still couldn't cover the edge of the pink mandarin duck bodice underneath.

A red silk ribbon wrapped around her fair neck, making her skin appear as smooth and lustrous as jade.

Years of martial arts training have given her a voluptuous yet toned figure, which, illuminated by the dim candlelight, adds to her alluring charm as a mature woman.

Yang Guo was furious at the sight.

This bathrobe is clearly an outfit worn to wait for someone to arrive.

A slight smile played on his lips as he thought to himself, "Sister Rong may have called me a scoundrel, but her clothes tell a different story."

Noticing the almost tangible gaze, Huang Rong's ears burned, but she couldn't retaliate because Cheng Ying was present.

She wanted to slap him, but she couldn't move because she was holding Cheng Ying's pulse.

She had no choice but to increase the intensity of her Nine Yin True Qi by two points, speeding up the process of calming Cheng Ying's agitated Qi Sea, hoping to get rid of him as soon as possible.

After a short while, Cheng Ying's breathing gradually slowed down, and she said softly, "Senior Sister, I feel much better."

"Stay here with me tonight to recuperate for half an hour, until the medicine has completely stabilized, then go back to your room," Huang Rong replied smoothly.

When she said those words, she wasn't sure if she genuinely cared for Cheng Ying or was just trying to annoy Yang Guo.

It's roughly a combination of both.

Cheng Ying nodded slightly.

Upon hearing the words "half an hour," Yang Guo's expression turned displeased, and even the aura emanating from him turned colder.

He had come to seek pleasure in the dead of night, but unexpectedly, he ran into Cheng Ying complaining here. Now, instead of getting rid of her, he was being delayed from doing his business.

Half an hour?

He had been busy in Zhongnan Mountain for several months, and finally managed to come down the mountain, only to be made to wait for half an hour by this woman.

Huang Rong took in his expression and found it all absurd.

That brat acts recklessly, causing trouble and then blaming her for getting in the way!

You planted a gas lock on someone yourself, and when they come to complain, you feel wronged?

Using the wide sleeves of her robe and the edge of the bed as cover, Huang Rong quietly lifted her foot, her toes landing precisely on Yang Guo's black boots.

She didn't use her internal energy; her strength was just right, intended only as a warning.

The meaning is clear: stay put and don't cause me any trouble.

Yang Guo raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down at the slender, jade-like foot peeking out from under the hem of the silk nightgown, and then looked up at the beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the bed.

The daughter of the Peach Blossom Island Master is always self-assured, so such underhanded tactics are truly rare.

Yang Guo's slight displeasure immediately vanished.

Sister Rong touched him on her own initiative, even if it was just stepping on his foot, that was still touching him.

If this woman is willing to have physical contact with him, it means she's not really angry.

Huang Rong originally intended to intimidate him, but she forgot that the young man in front of her was a fearless person.

Instead of retreating, Yang Guo gently hooked his right toe and took the initiative, lightly stepping on that jade foot under his foot.

A faint wisp of true qi entered through Huang Rong's Yongquan acupoint, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly, and her true qi almost stopped flowing.

Huang Rong's mind went blank for a moment, and that familiar tingling sensation surged up from the soles of her feet.

She bit her tongue hard, using the pain to suppress the heat.

This beast dares to do that even in front of people!

Cheng Yingzheng closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, completely unaware of the commotion outside.

Huang Rong gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words in a very low voice: "Stop messing around."

Hearing a faint sound, Cheng Ying called out again, "Senior Sister?"

"Guard your dantian and don't let distracting thoughts enter your meridians," Huang Rong said, forcing herself to remain calm, her tone becoming stern.

As she said this, her own dantian (energy center) became chaotic.

Cheng Ying responded softly, focusing on practicing the Fallen Petals Heart Technique.

Yang Guo knew when to stop and did not press the matter further.

He knew that Cheng Ying was a woman with a deep mind. If he made a scene and she found out, given Peach Blossom Island's style of doing things, she would definitely fight to the death on the spot, and the situation would be difficult to handle.

Besides, Sister Rong has already been teased by him until she's blushing. The time is right, so what's the rush?

It's only half an hour; he can wait that long.