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

Inside the west wing, the flickering oil lamp flame had been extinguished.

Morning light streamed through the window and fell on the blue brick floor.

Lu Wushuang stood by the bed, bending down to pick up the clothes that had been scattered on the floor last night, one by one.

She clutched the bright red silk bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks with intertwined necks in her hand, crumpling it into a ball.

Today she changed into a clean and neat light blue outfit.

The belt was tied very tightly, making her slender waist appear extremely thin, and a willow-leaf scimitar hung on her left side.

Yang Guo leaned against the headboard, the blanket only covering his waist, leaving his upper body exposed.

He watched as Lu Wushuang straightened her clothes, his gaze following her fair neck down to her taut waistline.

"Remember to wear that red bellyband when you come back tonight."

Yang Guo spoke slowly and deliberately.

Lu Wushuang's cheeks flushed at his words.

She walked to the bedside, lowered her head, and said, "Husband, it's time. Wushuang will go to Fujulou to run errands now."

Yang Guo reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her forward with a little force.

Caught off guard, Lu Wushuang fell onto the edge of the bed.

Yang Guo's hand moved up her knee and stopped on her healed left leg, gently pinching the inside of her thigh.

Lu Wushuang's breathing became erratic, and her body went limp.

She placed her hands on Yang Guo's chest, her voice weak: "Husband, it's dawn, it won't be good if someone hears us."

"Who dares to enter my yard?"

Yang Guo's hands didn't stop moving, sliding up his thigh.

Lu Wushuang bit her lip, a suppressed moan escaping her throat.

She mustered her strength, trying to remove Yang Guo's hand, but dared not use any real force.

She knew Yang Guo's temper all too well; the more she resisted, the more he would retaliate.

Yang Guo then withdrew his hand.

Looking at Lu Wushuang's flushed face, he said in a deep voice, "When you get to Fujulou, be firm in your attitude."

"If Sun Laosan can't produce the account book, then we'll do as we agreed last night."

"The financial and power of the secret agents in Xiangyang must be entirely in your hands."

Lu Wushuang felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly stood up.

She straightened her wrinkled clothes and quickly left the west wing.

Yang Guo dressed himself neatly.

He wore a blue Taoist robe, his hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and a black iron token hung at his waist.

He pushed open the door and walked out into the yard.

At this moment, the servants of the Marshal's Mansion had already begun to busy themselves.

Yang Guo followed the corridor all the way to the main courtyard.

In the open space of the main courtyard, Guo Jing, dressed in shorts, was practicing his boxing with shouts and cheers.

He practiced the basic moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and each palm strike was accompanied by a fierce whistling wind.

The fallen leaves on the ground were swept up by the palm wind and swirled and danced in mid-air.

Yang Guo stood under the eaves and watched for a while.

Guo Jing's palm technique was indeed unparalleled in its power and strength, and his internal energy was profound, clearly indicating that he had honed his skills at the peak of his acquired abilities for many years.

Guo Jing stopped his attack and exhaled a long breath.

He turned his head and saw Yang Guo, a simple and honest smile on his face, and strode over.

"Guo'er, you're up so early. Did you sleep well last night?"

Guo Jing patted Yang Guo's shoulder heavily with his large, fan-like hand.

Yang Guo bowed and said, "Uncle Guo, I'm used to getting up early to do my morning prayers in Zhongnan Mountain, and I slept very well last night."

Guo Jing nodded and pointed to the stone table in the courtyard: "Come, sit down and talk with your uncle."

The two sat down at the stone table.

Soon, a maid brought in hot tea, poured it, and then quietly withdrew.

Guo Jing picked up his teacup, looking at Yang Guo's blue Taoist robe with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Guo'er, it's been over a year since you left Peach Blossom Island for the Quanzhen Sect."

"I've heard quite a few rumors about you in the martial arts world this year."

Guo Jing put down his teacup and sighed.

"He won the Tongtian Arena, took over the Quanzhen Sect, and defeated the Mongol National Preceptor, the Golden Wheel Dharma King."

"Each of these things is something that an ordinary boy could not accomplish."

Yang Guo sat up straight and said humbly, "Uncle Guo, you flatter me."

"The Quanzhen Sect has repeatedly encountered great calamities, and I am merely taking advantage of the situation and relying on the legacy of my predecessors."

Guo Jing shook his head, his tone quite certain: "You don't need to be modest."

"I know the temperament of those old Taoist priests in the Quanzhen Sect. Your ability to subdue them and make them obediently give up their positions as sect leaders is definitely not due to luck."

As he spoke, his eyes reddened slightly and his voice became a little hoarse.

"Your father passed away early, and I've always been afraid you'd go astray."

"Sending you to Zhongnan Mountain is also so that you can learn some authentic Taoist methods and cultivate your mind and character."

"Now that you've achieved so much, your father can rest in peace even in the afterlife."

Yang Guo looked directly into Guo Jing's eyes and said firmly, "Uncle Guo, I have already read about my father's past in the Quanzhen Sect's records."

I will not judge right or wrong, merit or demerit.

"But since my surname is Yang, I can't let the Yang family's reputation remain rotten."

"The position of leader of the Quanzhen Sect is just the beginning."

Guo Jing was greatly shocked upon hearing this.

He felt that Yang Guo, who was standing in front of him, spoke with great conviction, was extremely ambitious and responsible!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Guo Jing was so excited that he said "good" three times and slapped his thigh.

As the two were talking, a series of light footsteps suddenly came from the moon gate leading to the inner courtyard.

Huang Rong, dressed in a light green silk skirt and carrying a tray, walked gracefully towards them.

On the tray were two plates of exquisite pastries.

She wore her hair in a gentle, matronly updo, and her face was lightly made up; she remained as dignified and beautiful as ever.

Yang Guo stood up, took a step towards Huang Rong, and gave her a proper bow.

"Good morning, Chief Huang."

Huang Rong placed the tray on the stone table, glanced at Yang Guo indifferently, and said in a flat tone, "Sect Leader Yang got up quite early."

She specially changed into a very conservative outfit today, buttoning the collar all the way up.

She had been teased by Yang Guo using telepathy for half the night and hadn't slept soundly all night.

Whenever I close my eyes, all I can think of are Yang Guo's outrageous words.

Guo Jing smiled and said, "Rong'er, I'm catching up with Guo'er."

"This child has grown up and become sensible. Finally, the Guo and Yang families have a worthy successor!"

Huang Rong sat down next to Guo Jing and pushed a plate of peach blossom pastries in front of Yang Guo.

"Now that Guo'er is sensible, he should help his brother Jing more in Xiangyang City."

"Brother Jing is busy with military affairs all day long. As his nephew, you should share his burden."

Huang Rong's words, on the surface, were encouragement from an elder, but in reality, they were a warning to Yang Guo, telling him to behave himself and not cause trouble in the Marshal's Mansion.

Yang Guo picked up the conversation naturally and sat back down on the stone bench.

He looked directly into Huang Rong's eyes, his innate energy circulating secretly within him. He condensed a tiny wisp of true energy into a secret message and precisely sent it into Huang Rong's ear.

"Don't worry, Chief Huang, I will not only share Uncle Guo's burdens, but also Chief Huang's burdens."

"After all, Chief Huang has been working day and night; his shoulder injury must still be quite painful to heal, right?"

Huang Rong's fingers, which were under the stone table, suddenly tightened.

She glared at Yang Guo fiercely, her lips pressed tightly into a straight line.

Yang Guo pretended not to see it and continued to transmit his voice secretly.

"This light green dress looks good on you today, but the neckline is buttoned up too tightly."

"Doesn't Chief Huang find it uncomfortable to be constricted?"

Huang Rong's breathing became slightly erratic.

She couldn't lash out in front of Guo Jing, so she forced herself to suppress her anger and took a sip of water from her teacup to cover it up.

Guo Jing, standing to the side, was unaware of the undercurrents between the two.

He ate a piece of peach blossom pastry, and his thoughts returned to martial arts.

"Guo'er".

Guo Jing put down the snacks and looked at Yang Guo.

"Last night at the welcome banquet, you accepted Zhao Fan's glass of wine. I was sitting at the head table and saw it very clearly."

As Guo Jing spoke, he stood up, strode to the center of the open space, and stood in a horse stance with his feet apart.

"Zhao Fan practiced military-style hard qigong, following a forceful and vigorous approach."

"You sat in the chair and caught his internal energy with just two fingers without spilling a drop of wine. This level of internal skill has far exceeded the scope of the basic mental techniques of the Quanzhen School."

"Since you have practiced the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, your internal strength foundation must be solid."

"I will not use the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms today, lest the force be too strong and hurt you."

"I will use the Falling Blossom Sword Palm of Peach Blossom Island to test your ability to adapt to different moves."

Yang Guo also stood up and walked to the opposite side of Guo Jing.

"Uncle Guo has a good eye."

"My nephew did indeed have some fortuitous encounters in Zhongnan Mountain. He not only mastered the Nine Yin Manual, but also gleaned a sword technique from a stone tablet outside an ancient tomb."

"Today, I will use my fingers as a sword to ask my uncle for some pointers."

Guo Jing became even more excited upon hearing this.

"Alright! Take this!"

Before he finished speaking, Guo Jing had already lunged forward!

The Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm strikes with fierce and unpredictable force, attacking Yang Guo's vital chest with a mix of feints and real attacks.

For a moment, palm strikes flew, making it impossible to tell which strike was real and which was feint.

Using his serpentine and acrobatic footwork, Yang Guo nimbly slid to the left, easily avoiding Guo Jing's frontal attack.

His body twisted at an incredible angle, narrowly slid past Guo Jing's palm strike.

He did not draw his sword, but instead used his fingers as a sword to execute the Chongyang Sword Technique of the Quanzhen School.

He brought his right index and middle fingers together to form a sword-like gesture and pointed directly at Guo Jing's wrist.

On his fingertips was the penetrating force of the seventh-grade peak of the One-Finger Divine Skill.

This penetrating force is concentrated and does not dissipate, specifically designed to break through protective qi!

Guo Jing sensed the sharp energy emanating from Yang Guo's fingertips and immediately changed his palm into a claw, gripping Yang Guo's pulse point.

Yang Guo flicked his wrist, his sword finger drawing a mysterious arc in mid-air before striking Guo Jing's Quchi acupoint.

In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in a fierce battle in the courtyard.

Palm shadows and finger movements intertwined, air currents surged, and fallen leaves on the ground were swirled and flew everywhere.

Guo Jing grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He had only used 50% of his internal energy, but after exchanging blows for more than ten rounds, he discovered that Yang Guo's internal energy was actually deep and rich, and it grew stronger when facing stronger opponents.

The Nine Yin Manual circulated continuously within Yang Guo's body, making his defenses completely impenetrable.

Guo Jing steeled his resolve and increased his internal energy to seventy percent!

The palm wind of the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm suddenly became even denser and sharper.

However, Yang Guo still handled the situation with ease.

The pure internal energy he had accumulated over sixteen years was circulating at high speed along the routes of the Nine Yin Manual, both orthodox and inverse, while the innate primordial energy pearl in his dantian was continuously providing him with true energy.

He was fighting Guo Jing while still having the energy to focus on other things.

Taking advantage of a brief moment when their positions intersected, his gaze subtly swept over Huang Rong beside the stone table.

The voice, transmitted with uncanny precision, rang precisely in Huang Rong's ear once again.

"Chief Huang, what do you think of my practice of the Chongyang Sword Technique?"

"Which is more powerful, the Falling Petal Divine Sword Palm of your Peach Blossom Island?"

Huang Rong sat on the stone bench, her beautiful eyes fixed on the two people fighting in the courtyard.

Her gaze was actually always fixed on Yang Guo, capturing every change in his moves.

With her keen eyesight, she could naturally see that Yang Guo was not using his full strength at all, but was simply dealing with Guo Jing's attacks with ease.

She heard Yang Guo's telepathic message but ignored it, silently picking up her teacup and trying to conceal her complex expression.

Yang Guo's voice didn't stop.

"Last night in the west wing, that girl Wushuang really took good care of me."

"After her leg was healed, she became more flexible than before, and she could be put into any position very easily."

Huang Rong's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

"However, compared to Chief Huang, she still lacks some experience."

"The waist of Chief Huang is truly exquisite."

"Especially when she wore that pink mandarin duck bib, she was incredibly charming and unforgettable."