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

The wind was howling in the cave, and the firewood in the bonfire had burned down to just a pile of glowing red charcoal, about to go out.

Cheng Ying leaned against Yang Guo's leg.

Half of my body was numb with cold, while the other half was burning weak from the evil fire in my lower abdomen.

She curled up her right leg and placed it on Yang Guo's thigh.

This still won't work.

The heat from the yang energy mark only swirled in the lower half, and her back was pressed against the cold wind, making her shiver.

She gritted her teeth and slowly moved her body upwards.

Yang Guo sat cross-legged with his hands on his knees, not moving, letting Cheng Ying do whatever she wanted.

Cheng Ying moved half a foot closer and put her head under Yang Guo's chest.

She smelled the sweat on Yang Guo's Taoist robe, as well as a strong, masculine heat.

This heat is more effective for her than any magic pill right now.

She disregarded all propriety between men and women, wrapped her arms around Yang Guo's waist, and buried her face in his chest.

"What are you doing?" Yang Guo asked.

Cheng Ying didn't reply, but instead buried her face deep into his clothes.

Yang Guo raised his right hand, grabbed the back of her neck, and lifted her head up.

"In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, she snuggles into a man's arms."

Yang Guo looked at her. "Is this also a quirk of the female disciples of Peach Blossom Island?"

Cheng Ying's face turned bright red. She tried to break free of her neck, but she couldn't muster any strength in her hands.

The fire in his lower abdomen, now that it had left Yang Guo's body, began to creep down his thighs again, causing a tingling and numb sensation.

Her eyes welled up with tears, which fell and landed on Yang Guo's hand.

"I'm cold." Cheng Ying's voice was hoarse and pitifully soft. "Hold me."

"He calls me shameless in front of Wushuang during the day, but at night he snuggles into my arms while she's asleep."

Yang Guo didn't let go. "Are all the disciples of Peach Blossom Island virtuous women by day and harlots by night?"

Cheng Ying was so angry that she trembled all over, her fingers digging into Yang Guo's belt so tightly that her nails dug into the fabric.

She couldn't refute a single word.

Her body reacted entirely on instinct, and the Yang energy imprint was inseparable from pure Yang internal energy. The more she struggled, the more sore and uncomfortable her lower body became.

"Speak." Yang Guo pressed his thumb against her carotid artery, applying slight pressure. "Where did that aloofness from earlier go?"

"I was wrong."

Cheng Ying admitted defeat. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

"Master, I was wrong. Please hug me, I can't take it anymore."

Upon hearing this address, Yang Guo released his grip.

Cheng Ying lost her support and collapsed limply into Yang Guo's arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Yang Guo's waist, her legs unconsciously clamping together.

Yang Guo naturally put his arm around her lower back, his palm pressing against her side through the thin light green robe.

The Nine Yin True Qi flowed through her palm, and the heat quickly entered her meridians.

Cheng Ying let out a long, comfortable sigh, her body completely limp, and she pressed her face against Yang Guo's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Why are your legs so tightly clenched?" Yang Guo asked, one hand roaming over her back while the other pressed against the inside of her thigh. "Is it itchy?"

Cheng Ying bit her lip.

She didn't dare to reply, so she tightened her legs and rubbed against Yang Guo's hand.

Yang Guo's hand didn't stop, and he continued to stroke upwards from the base of her thigh.

Even through the fabric, he could clearly feel that Cheng Ying's body temperature was frighteningly high.

Her breath hit his chin, hot and scalding.

Just then, Lu Wushuang, who was two steps away, rolled over.

She mumbled two incoherent words in her sleep and kicked off her cloak with her right leg.

Cheng Ying was so frightened that her body tensed up and she even stopped breathing.

She stared wide-eyed at Lu Wushuang's retreating figure, her heart pounding in her chest.

If my cousin woke up at this moment and saw me in this shameless state, she would rather smash her head against a nearby rock and die.

Yang Guo, however, made no attempt to hide it.

Instead, he pinched the soft flesh on Cheng Ying's waist and whispered in her ear.

"Your cousin is a restless sleeper," Yang Guo said casually. "If you make a sound, she'll definitely wake up."

Cheng Ying shook her head desperately.

She buried her face in Yang Guo's shoulder, hugging him even tighter, not daring to make a sound.

The latter half of the night passed very slowly.

The fire had completely died out, and the cave was pitch black.

Cheng Ying curled up in Yang Guo's arms, and Yang Guo rhythmically channeled his inner energy into her body to help her sort out the trouble caused by the mark.

As dawn approached, the heat in Cheng Ying's body finally subsided.

She leaned against Yang Guo's chest, closed her eyes wearily, and drifted off to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, a grayish-white light shone into the cave.

Yang Guo opened his eyes and stopped practicing his internal energy cultivation.

He looked at the woman in his arms. Cheng Ying was still asleep, fast asleep, her hand still clutching his shirt.

The sound of fallen leaves being crushed came from the side, and Lu Wushuang rubbed her eyes and sat up.

She yawned and looked around.

"Where did my cousin go?" Lu Wushuang asked.

Cheng Ying suddenly woke up with a start.

Hearing Lu Wushuang's voice, she was so frightened that half her soul flew out of her body. She lifted her head from Yang Guo's arms and tried to stand up in a flustered manner.

But she was tormented by the mark for half the night, and her legs were completely powerless.

He had only gotten halfway up when his knees buckled and he fell back to the ground.

She fell very close by, right next to Yang Guo's legs.

Lu Wushuang turned her head and saw Cheng Ying sitting at Yang Guo's feet, tidying up her clothes.

Cheng Ying's hair was disheveled, her light green long gown was wrinkled and the collar was crooked, and the blush on her face had not yet faded.

"Cousin, what are you doing sitting on the floor?"

Lu Wushuang stood up and walked over, her eyes full of suspicion. "This stone ground is so cold."

Cheng Ying lowered her head and fixed her hair.

"I'm fine. I got up early, and my legs were a little numb, so I couldn't stand up straight."

When she said this, she didn't dare to look Lu Wushuang in the eye, afraid that if she looked up, her cousin would notice something amiss.

Yang Guo stood up and patted the dust off his Taoist robe.

"Your cousin caught a cold last night, and since she doesn't have any internal strength training, her hands and feet are still stiff."

Yang Guo didn't even glance at Cheng Ying and walked straight ahead.

"Wushuang, pack your things, let's go out and take a look."

Lu Wushuang responded and quickly stuffed the water bottle and dry rations on the ground into the package.

She slung her bag over her shoulder, walked over to Cheng Ying, and reached out her hand.

"Cousin, let me help you."

Cheng Ying grasped Lu Wushuang's hand and used it to stand up.

Her thighs were still sore, and she felt a pulling sensation with every step. She could only grit her teeth and persevere, trying her best to make her steps look the same as usual.

The three of them walked out of the cave one after the other.

The sour, putrid smell inside the cave was largely dissipated by the morning breeze outside.

The fog at the bottom of the valley was very thick, a vast expanse of white, with visibility less than three meters.

Yang Guo stopped just as he reached the edge of the cave entrance.

Lu Wushuang followed closely and almost bumped into his back.

She peeked out and asked, "Husband, why have you stopped?"

A tremendous gust of wind came from outside.

That wasn't the sound of wind blowing through leaves; it sounded like something enormous was pounding the air.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, rough cry pierced through the fog, making people's ears ache.

The pebbles on the ground trembled.

The white mist in front was split in the middle by a strong airflow, revealing a huge rock covered with moss.

A large bird stood on that boulder.

This bird is huge; it's a head taller than Yang Guo.

Its body was completely bald, with a few sparse black hairs sticking crookedly to its flesh, making it so ugly it was nauseating.

But its two claws were extremely thick, and when it gripped the stone, it cracked the hard bluestone.

Its beak is sharp and curved, gleaming with a black iron-like sheen.

When Cheng Ying saw the strange bird, her palms were covered in cold sweat as she held the jade flute.

She had seen many strange birds on Peach Blossom Island, but she had never seen anything with such a strong malevolent aura.

This doesn't look like an ordinary bird at all; it looks more like a monster that has come to life.

The giant bird ignored the three people standing at the cave entrance. It raised its head and made a gurgling sound in its throat.

It had a snake tightly gripped in its mouth.

The snake was as thick as an adult's arm, and its entire body was covered in golden scales that shone brightly in the dim light.

It has a fleshy horn the size of a walnut on its head, which looks very strange.

The snake's body writhed wildly in mid-air, its tail coiling around the giant bird's neck, tightening desperately.

But the giant bird didn't even blink.

The skin on its neck was harder than an iron plate, and no matter how the golden snake tried to strangle it, it remained unmoved.

"Bodhi-curved snake".

Yang Guo stared at the golden snake and uttered four words.

Lu Wushuang swallowed hard and gripped the willow-leaf dagger at his waist.

"My lord, this bird looks dangerous. It can eat such a large venomous snake raw. We'd better not provoke it."

"Even if they're not easy to mess with, we still have to mess with them."

Yang Guo took a step forward and walked out of the cave.

As soon as he moved, the giant bird turned its head to look at him.

Those brownish-yellow eyes exuded a fierce and malevolent aura.

With a snake in its mouth, it tilted its neck and stared at Yang Guo for a few moments, clearly not taking this unfamiliar face seriously.

Yang Guo stood still and raised his inner energy.

The innate primordial energy bead in his dantian spun rapidly, and pure yang internal energy surged along his meridians to his right arm.

For the Duan family of Dali to break through to the fourth rank with their One-Finger Divine Skill, the opportunity is hard to find.

The gallbladder of this Bodhi snake is his most reliable stepping stone at present.

With the medicinal power of snake gall strengthening his bones and muscles, he will be able to further enhance his cultivation of the Nine Yin True Qi.

Once they return to Xiangyang, Huang Rong will have to be completely devoted to him.

Yang Guo raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together.

He ignored the ugly eagle and focused his gaze entirely on the swollen belly of the Bodhi serpent.

The snake gall is right there.

"You two go back into the cave. Don't come out unless I call you," Yang Guo ordered without turning his head.

Without hesitation, Cheng Ying pulled Lu Wushuang back.

She knew very well that this was a situation they couldn't interfere with.

The giant eagle, simply standing still, exuded a fierce aura that made it hard to breathe.

Yang Guo took a deep breath, and the bluestone beneath his feet made a slight cracking sound.

The eagle seemed to sense the hostility and threw the golden snake, which was still writhing in its mouth, to the ground.

Before the golden snake could run away after landing, the eagle's thick claw stepped directly on its head.

It raised one of its bare wings and let out a threatening growl at Yang Guo.

The roar stirred up a gust of wind, blowing all the withered leaves on the ground into the air.

A man and an eagle faced off, separated by a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Neither of them made the first move; the air in the valley was incredibly tense.