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

After another incense stick's time, Cheng Ying's breathing became completely stable.

She opened her eyes and looked intently at Huang Rong.

"Senior sister, can I trust you?"

Huang Rong looked directly into her eyes and nodded solemnly.

"able."

When she said that word, she was thinking about something else entirely.

Cheng Yingxin is useless; she herself is unsure which side she will stand on tomorrow.

Cheng Ying then stood up, supporting herself on the edge of the bed.

The effects of the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill spread, bringing a sense of drowsiness. She bowed slightly in greeting.

"Then I'll go back to my room first, and come back early tomorrow morning to hear my senior sister's arrangements."

"Be careful on the road, and don't practice your skills tonight," Huang Rong instructed.

Cheng Ying agreed and turned to walk towards the door.

Her figure was only a few steps away from Yang Guo.

Yang Guo used the Golden Goose Skill footwork, his figure twisting and turning like a ghost!

He didn't retreat straight back; instead, his spine emitted a series of subtle popping sounds as he unleashed the Bone Shrinking Technique and the Snake-like Leaping Technique from the Nine Yin Manual.

In an instant, he seemed to transform into a boneless, supple snake, gliding along the shadow cast by the sandalwood screen without stirring up even the slightest breeze.

This technique, which perfectly blends the soaring and ethereal lightness of Quanzhen martial arts with the stealthy, ground-hugging movement of the Nine Yin Manual, has already surpassed the limitations of Wang Chongyang's original methods!

He retreated silently behind the bedpost of the canopy bed, without even a piece of his clothing touching the wooden frame, a truly miraculous feat.

He concealed his aura to the extreme, even the sound of his heartbeat and blood flow was locked within his body by his innate energy, completely merging into this dark space.

Cheng Ying paused, her hand resting on the door latch, and turned her head away.

"Senior sister, if that person comes looking for you, you must be on guard."

Yang Guo almost lost his composure in the shadows.

That person? I'm talking about Lao Tzu.

Your senior sister's way of being defensive is to leave the window open for me, believe it or not?

Huang Rong remained calm, revealing not the slightest flaw.

"I know what I'm doing."

Cheng Ying then pushed open the door and closed the two wooden doors behind her.

The soft footsteps faded away along the bluestone path until there was no more sound under the eaves.

Huang Rong then pulled her jade-like foot back from being pinned down and slipped it into her nightgown.

The tingling sensation from before still lingered on the instep of her feet. She subtly brought her feet together, as if that would hide the remaining warmth.

The room fell silent again, with only the faint sparks from the red candles.

The cool air emanating from the ice basin in the corner had been mostly dissipated by the early summer night breeze.

Huang Rong sat upright on the edge of the bed, her right hand tightly gripping the silk tapestry fan, her palm already covered in a layer of sweat.

She quickly calculated in her mind what attitude she should take towards this bastard.

If you're too cold, he'll escalate his provocations.

It's too enthusiastic, and it makes it seem like I've waited all night just to see him.

Yang Guo stepped out from the shadow of the bedpost and stopped two feet in front of Huang Rong.

Huang Rong lowered her voice, her words carrying a hint of anger.

"Are you crazy? If she turns around and sees you, how are we going to handle this tonight?"

Yang Guo leaned down, closing the distance between them, their breaths mingling.

"Didn't Chief Huang say he would investigate the case? I'm here personally to cooperate with the investigation."

Huang Rong glared at the outspoken young man and demanded sharply, "Did you do what Cheng Ying just said?"

"Yes."

Yang Guo answered without the slightest hesitation.

He did it on purpose.

What's the point of admitting it?

What could Sister Rong really do to him?

Huang Rong was speechless at his self-righteous attitude.

She found that every time she confronted this guy, she was the one who ended up speechless.

Yang Guo straightened up and slowly brushed away non-existent dust from his cuffs.

"However, I was careful not to damage her martial arts foundation."

"This junior sister has been scheming too much along the way. If I don't lock her Qi Sea, she might sell me to the Beggars' Sect's accounting office, and then make me count the money for her afterwards."

Stop being so cheeky.

"Every word is true."

Yang Guo raised his right hand, and the Dali iron ring spun half a circle in the candlelight.

"The women of Peach Blossom Island are all incredibly good at planning. Sister Rong is in charge of the big picture, while Junior Sister is in charge of the details."

"She said she was doing it for my own good, but then she turned around and tried to trap me for half an hour. If I hadn't had a backup plan, I would be the one being interrogated tonight."

Huang Rong's gaze fell on the iron ring, and the record on the stone tablet left by Wang Chongyang came to mind.

This ring is a token of the Duan family of Dali, and it shares the same origin as the One-Finger Divine Skill.

Using this ring as a medium, Yang Guo integrated the pure Yang power of the One Yang Finger with the Qiankun Technique, making his internal energy flow far more harmonious and robust than when he was in Zhongnan Mountain.

She had noticed this change during the daytime meeting in the front hall, but she didn't point it out because there were too many people around.

This kid carries the immense medicinal power of two Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pills, and has also mastered the orthodox and inverse Nine Yin Manuals, breaking through and rebuilding, forming a Primordial Qi Pearl in his dantian.

Now, with the addition of the One-Finger Divine Skill, his progress in strength is truly remarkable.

The peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm, a level that ordinary martial artists can hardly reach in their entire lives...

Given time, the throne of the world's number one will likely fall into his hands.

A strange feeling welled up in Huang Rong's heart.

She chose Guo Jing because she valued his honesty and loyalty.

But the person in front of me, in terms of cunning, methods, and talent, isn't he one in a million?

And yet, she has a face that makes it impossible to hate her.

"Your cultivation is improving rapidly, and you are becoming increasingly reckless in your actions."

Huang Rong's tone turned cold, "This is the Xiangyang Marshal's Mansion, not your Quanzhen Sect's Zhongnan Mountain."

"Although Brother Jing is in the main camp outside the city, the mansion is filled with soldiers and Beggars' Gang spies, both openly and secretly."

"If you continue like this, I won't be able to protect you."

Yang Guo let out a low laugh: "If Sister Rong really didn't want to protect me, she should have shouted loudly just now to attract people to arrest this madman."

Touched by his most secret thoughts, Huang Rong blushed and turned her head away to avoid his burning gaze.

That's what she hates.

This guy always manages to expose her true colors with just one sentence, leaving her no room to deceive herself.

"I will try to suppress Cheng Ying's matter tomorrow."

"She's stubborn, unlike Wushuang who's easy to fool. Don't push her any further."

"Let's see if she knows the rules," Yang Guo replied casually.

"Yang Guo!" Huang Rong emphasized.

Yang Guo naturally understood the principle of knowing when to stop, and immediately curbed some of his cynicism.

"Alright, I promise you. As long as she doesn't recklessly activate the formation to harm me, I won't touch her."

Huang Rong was slightly relieved.

However, the next moment, Yang Guo's gaze once again fell unreservedly on her thin nightgown.

Yang Guo had already been making plans in his mind.

He noticed it the moment he walked in.

This silk robe is new; it's not the one I wore during the day when meeting guests.

The ribbon of the pink bodice peeked out from the neckline, the silk shimmering softly in the candlelight.

The woman said she didn't wait for him, but her clothes certainly didn't match that.

"However, Sister Rong specially dismissed the maids, withdrew the two shifts of sentries outside the courtyard, and even only half-locked the windows, leaving the doors wide open to wait for me, yet she only focuses on lecturing me. Isn't that a bit of a killjoy?"

Huang Rong's breathing became erratic: "Who's waiting for you?"

She could tell from her own words how guilty she felt.

The sentries were removed to prevent anyone from witnessing Cheng Ying's complaint; the maid was sent to avoid eavesdropping; and the window bolts were only half-fastened...

Okay, she had no excuse about the window latch.

Yang Guo leaned down again, his warm breath hitting her earlobe.

"Sister Rong, your defense arrangements are much clearer than Cheng Ying's half-baked formations."

Huang Rong's cheeks burned, and she raised her hand to push the person away.

But when that jade hand pressed on Yang Guo's broad chest, it not only failed to exert any force, but was instead numb at the fingertips by the powerful counter-force within his body.

Her hand remained there, neither pushing it away nor withdrawing it.

The position was incredibly suggestive, she knew it herself, but she just couldn't move it.

Yang Guo did not approach any further. Instead, he raised his right palm, and a wisp of dark red innate energy slowly condensed in his palm like a thread, causing the temperature in the room to rise.

"Chief Huang, is my martial arts really that strange?"

Yang Guo's voice was deep and hoarse, filled with intense desire.

He looked at Huang Rong's hand resting on his chest; her fingers were long, slender, and white, and the tips were still trembling slightly.

This hand, which had approved military orders for the Beggars' Sect and written letters to Guo Jing, was now obediently pressed against his heart, showing no intention of taking it back.