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

The three of them stood in front of a large hole at the base of the opposite rock wall.

The sour, rotten smell of snakes was ten times stronger than outside the canyon.

Lu Wushuang blew on the tinderbox, and the orange-yellow light could only illuminate a distance of half a zhang around it.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of mud and snake molts, which made a squelching sound when stepped on.

She swallowed hard, her calves cramping, and unconsciously shrank half a step closer to Yang Guo.

She has been afraid of snakes since she was a child. Years ago, she was chased for half a mile by a rat snake in the back mountain of Lujiazhuang. That trauma still hasn't gone away.

"Husband, it stinks."

Lu Wushuang covered her nose, her face scrunched up. "How filthy is this in there? What if I stepped on a nest of little snakes?"

"I'm afraid I'll just stay outside and keep that ugly bird company."

Yang Guo did not turn around, but reached out and took the long sword off his back and held it in his hand.

"This is the den of the snake's ancestors; don't expect it to be clean."

Lu Wushuang immediately shook her head.

Compared to that monstrous eagle outside that could shatter bluestone with a single claw, it's safer to follow Yang Guo.

Even if it's full of snakes, at least Yang Guo can stand in front of them.

Yang Guo turned to look at Cheng Ying, who was standing to the side.

Cheng Ying held the jade flute in her hand, her face pale, staring blankly at the dark cave entrance.

She was estimating the depth of the cave.

There are natural sea caves on Peach Blossom Island. Her master took her to explore them, but at most a few bats live in those caves.

This was the first time she had ever seen a snake's nest like this.

"Go ahead and watch the road," Yang Guo ordered.

Cheng Ying bit her lower lip, but did not resist.

She knew her current situation; disobeying would only lead to suffering.

Moreover, she knew in her heart that among the three people, she was the best at identifying routes and formations.

Yang Guo used her because he genuinely needed her.

This made her feel a little better, as she wasn't simply being treated like a servant.

She stepped past Yang Guo and stood at the very front of the cave entrance.

Cheng Ying closed her eyes and felt the airflow coming from the depths of the cave.

The wind was very gentle, carrying a variety of complex scents.

"Go to the left." Cheng Ying's voice was hoarse. "The wind on the right carries a deathly aura; it's a dead end."

Yang Guo stepped forward and stood beside her.

"You guide the way from the middle, I'll go ahead and clear the obstacles. Wushuang, stay close to me and hold onto your tinderbox."

The line stretched out.

The passage extends deep underground with a very steep slope, making it extremely difficult to walk.

They had only walked for the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn when they encountered the first fork in the road.

Three black holes, each as tall as a person, were placed in front of me.

Cheng Ying squatted down, picked up a piece of gravel from the ground, and threw it into each of the three holes.

The stone landed, sending back echoes of varying lengths.

She closed her eyes and listened for a moment, then stood up and pointed to the hole in the middle.

"Take the middle path. The echoes on the left are chaotic, indicating too many forks in the road; the echoes on the right are muffled, meaning you'll soon reach the bottom. In the middle, there's the sound of flowing underground water, and the air is circulating—that's the way to safety."

Yang Guo nodded and stepped into the central passage.

He was making plans in his mind as he walked ahead.

Although Cheng Ying is stubborn, she is really efficient at her work. As a disciple trained on Peach Blossom Island, she has a solid foundation in wilderness survival.

Judging road conditions simply by throwing stones and listening to the echo is a skill he's far superior to the wilderness guides he encountered in his previous life on tour groups.

Less than ten steps inside, three spotted snakes suddenly fell from the crack in the rock above, their red tongues flicking as they rushed straight for Yang Guo's face.

Lu Wushuang screamed in fright and closed her eyes.

Yang Guo didn't even look. He flicked his right hand with his fingers, and two golden finger energies shot out.

The finger strength of the One-Finger Divine Skill is extremely accurate.

The three snakes were severed at their seven-inch mark in mid-air, fell to the ground with a few thuds, writhed a few times, and then lay still.

Cheng Ying's eyelid twitched.

In such a dark environment, you can pinpoint the vital spot of three snakes just by their sounds.

This person's internal strength and perception were far more extraordinary than she had previously thought.

Her master, Huang Yaoshi, would probably have to take this very seriously if he wanted to achieve this.

As you continue deeper, the path becomes increasingly difficult.

Sometimes there are five tunnels connected together, and sometimes there is a road that suddenly turns sharply at the end.

The surrounding climate has changed.

Outside, the valley floor was damp and cold, but inside, there was an unusual, stifling heat.

The heat wasn't from fire, but from geothermal heat emanating from deep within the rock strata.

The cave walls felt lukewarm to the touch.

Cheng Ying's face grew increasingly pale, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

The yang energy imprint in her body had been suppressed by Yang Guo's pure yang internal force just last night. Now, encountering this geothermal environment, the dormant heat deep within her meridians has come back to life.

It felt like there was a fire burning in the Shaoyin Meridian, rushing all the way to the root of the thigh.

That feeling of soreness and weakness returned to my body.

Cheng Ying cursed him countless times in her heart.

This stubborn mark is like chewing gum stuck to the meridians; it stays put when it's cold outside, but it pushes outwards as soon as it encounters heat.

She wished she could just smash her head against the stone wall and die.

But she also understood that even if she died, the mark wouldn't disappear.

She gritted her teeth and endured it, her light green long dress soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and accentuating the curves of her waist and back.

When the fabric gets wet, it becomes thin and soft, and it feels almost like you're not wearing anything when it's against your skin.

She walked very slowly, and her breathing became heavy.

"Cousin, why are you walking so slowly?"

Lu Wushuang stood behind, holding a tinderbox, watching the stone walls on both sides with trepidation.

"This wall is full of small holes; who knows how many snakes are hiding inside. Let's get out of here quickly."

Cheng Ying was too weak to reply. Her legs gave way, and her shoes slipped on the wet moss, causing her to fall forward.

Yang Guo reacted quickly, turning around and grabbing her waist, pulling her into his arms.

The moment his palm touched her, through the soaked fabric, he could clearly feel the sensation of her waist in his hand.

It was so soft and hot that it was almost slippery and I could hardly hold it.

A thought popped into Yang Guo's mind: Does this waist have no bones or what? It still feels so good after touching it so many times…

The true energy of the Qiankun Technique flowed through his palm.

Cheng Ying trembled and gripped Yang Guo's forearm tightly.

As soon as that pure Yang internal energy entered, the swelling and pain in her meridians subsided by seven or eight parts, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

The feeling was so intense, like drinking a bowl of well water on a hot summer day – it made my internal organs feel relaxed.

She hated this comfort.

Because only he can give you this kind of comfort.

"Are you too tired to walk?"

Yang Guo looked down at the woman in his arms and whispered in her ear.

The hot air hit Cheng Ying's ear, making the skin there feel hot and numb, and the numbness traveled up her ear to the base of her neck.

Cheng Ying turned her face away, trying to break free from his embrace, but her legs were too weak.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead, my knees were weak, and I couldn't stand up at all.

She knew perfectly well that if he let go right now, she would be sitting on the ground.

"It's so hot and stuffy here, I can't breathe."

She refused to admit that the mark was the culprit.

"Okay then."

Yang Guo didn't let go; instead, he pressed his palm even tighter, supporting half of her body.

The waistline below the palm is narrow and soft, as hot as a freshly steamed bun.

He really wanted to squeeze it a few more times, but he held back.

This isn't the time to tease her; there are snakes swarming underground like they're having a meeting. We need to focus on important matters.

The passage ahead suddenly narrowed.

The once wide path, which could accommodate three people walking side by side, is now less than three feet wide.

The stone walls on both sides are all natural caves carved out by the flow of water, densely covered with holes the size of fists.

Lu Wushuang held up a tinderbox, the firelight shining on the holes.

Inside each pore, scales reflect light.

The hissing sounds of their tongues flying in unison were incredibly annoying.

"My lord!"

Lu Wushuang completely broke down, screaming as she rushed forward and grabbed Yang Guo's right arm.

She clung tightly to Yang Guo with both hands, pressing her full breasts against him, as if she wanted to hang her whole body on him.

Those two soft, firm mounds were pressed together on the outside of Yang Guo's upper arm, rubbing against her as her body trembled.

"They're all...all snakes!" she cried, her voice trembling with tears. "They're all staring at me!"

Yang Guo was bumped by her, and the left side of his body pressed against Cheng Ying again.

Cheng Ying's legs were already weak, and with this squeeze, her whole body pressed against Yang Guo's left side.

His long robe was soaked through, and when it clung to him, it couldn't cover anything. The slight rise and fall of his chest, even through the thin layer of fabric, was all revealed on Yang Guo's left arm.

Cheng Ying herself realized it, and the blush on her face burned from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears.

But she couldn't retreat; behind her were countless snake holes.

The three of them huddled together in the narrow passage.

The passageway is too narrow to separate them.

Yang Guo took a deep breath.

On the right was Lu Wushuang's full, unreserved rubbing against him, and on the left was Cheng Ying's hot, soft body.

Two women flanked him, one on each side, their bodies rubbing against each other with every step he took.

He recalled that in his previous life, even when he was commuting on the subway during rush hour in Beijing, he had never experienced such top-tier treatment.

In my past life, those subway perverts were arrested and detained for fifteen days.

What does this mean for him? A passive beneficiary?

If it's a blessing from God, why not take it?

"Husband, you must leave quickly."

Lu Wushuang buried her face in his shoulder, not daring to open her eyes, and tried to wrap her legs around him.

"You're clinging to my legs, how am I supposed to walk?"

Yang Guo dragged the two people along, moving forward step by step.

Cheng Ying was breathing rapidly, and the heat made her eyes somewhat blurry.

The combined effects of the geothermal heat and the mark left her feeling as if she were soaking in a hot spring, her whole body aching and sore.

Her mind was still clear, but her body was completely unresponsive.

She wanted to let go and walk on her own, but her legs were like noodles.

She held the jade flute in her left hand, while her right hand had somehow slipped down and was tightly clasped with Yang Guo's left hand.

She gripped him tightly, her nails digging into the flesh of Yang Guo's hand.

Cheng Ying found a reason for herself: the road was dark, she was afraid of falling, it had nothing to do with him.

Yang Guo grasped her hand in return, their fingers intertwined.

The Nine Yin True Qi flowed continuously from her palm, helping her suppress the excruciating heat.

His fingers were rough, and his fingertips were covered in calluses, but the warmth of his palms was steady, and the true energy he transmitted was also steady, gradually suppressing the fire in her meridians.

Cheng Ying didn't want to admit it, but the hand he was holding was the most comfortable part of her body right now.

"Miss Cheng."

Yang Guo looked at the road ahead, his voice low and tinged with a smile.

Your palms are sweaty.

Cheng Ying bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the rubble on the ground, stubbornly refusing to admit her mistake.

"The road is too dark, I'm afraid I'll get lost."

Yang Guo was overjoyed.

The more defiant the woman was, the tighter she gripped his hand.

Just like the cat he raised in his past life, hissing and baring its teeth, yet its claws are hooked onto your sleeve and won't let go.

"oh."

Yang Guo drawled, "So you were afraid of getting separated. I thought you wouldn't even know how to walk without me."

Cheng Ying didn't respond, but instead gripped his hand even tighter.

She knew he was smug.

But she couldn't let go.

Once you loosen up, that burning heat will immediately surge up, and your legs will go weak, causing you to collapse in front of Lu Wushuang, which would be even more embarrassing.

Their palms were pressed together, their sweat mingling, making it impossible to tell whose palm it was.