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

Yang Guo, carrying the tattered cloth bag, strode over to the large rock.

The eagle was lying on the rock snoring, its snores sounding almost like a bellows.

Hearing footsteps, the flat, large head slowly turned around, its yellowish-brown eyes scrutinizing Yang Guo.

This time it didn't get all pricked up.

Just now, when the snake king was strangling it to death, it was this two-legged monkey who used golden light to poke a hole in the snake king.

Animals remember both grudges and kindness.

It knows exactly what it's doing.

Yang Guo reached into his cloth bag and pulled out three purplish-black snake galls. With a flick of his wrist, he threw them over.

"You idiot, eat up, it's on me."

With a stretch of its neck and the opening and closing of its iron beak, the three snake gallbladders rolled down its throat and into its belly.

It chewed twice with a gurgling sound, and its big head nodded twice at Yang Guo before closing its eyes and continuing to sleep.

Yang Guo felt more confident.

These intelligent birds are no less wise than humans.

Once we establish a good relationship, we can settle down in this Sword Tomb area, and rely on this big bird to fight snakes, protect the mountain, and practice swordsmanship.

More importantly, the snake king was injured but not dead, and it will come back to seek revenge sooner or later.

With the eagle around, he could free up his hands to do other things.

Thinking of this, Yang Guo turned and walked back.

Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were squatting by the pool, washing their hands.

The two men had just gutted more than a hundred dead snakes, and their hair and fingernails were covered in foul-smelling blood.

Lu Wushuang washed quickly, shook the water droplets off her hands, and jogged over to greet her.

"My lord, is that giant snake's gall really that useful?"

"nonsense."

Yang Guo unfolded the cloth bundle and ran his fingers through it.

The snake gallbladders of various sizes were piled up in layers, emitting a strong, bitter, and fishy smell.

He picked out four smaller ones and weighed them in his palm.

"The Bodhi snake has been inhaling and exhaling the spiritual energy of plants for many years, locking all its toxins and essence in its gallbladder."

"When martial arts practitioners swallow raw food, the toxins go to the surface and the essence goes to the inside, which can catalyze the meridians and temper internal strength."

"Two for each of you."

After Yang Guo finished speaking, he handed two pills to Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang took it, didn't even look at it, threw it into her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and swallowed it.

She spent a long time with Yang Guo in Zhongnan Mountain, and she ate whatever he gave her without ever complaining.

Cheng Ying washed her hands and came over.

She frowned as she looked at the two purplish-black snake galls in Yang Guo's palm.

That thing had a sticky film on it, and the smell it emitted could push a person back from three steps away.

"I won't eat it."

Cheng Ying turned her face away.

"I can't swallow something so fishy and smelly."

"You get to be picky about food?"

Yang Guo grabbed her chin and forcefully turned her face back.

Cheng Ying's eyebrows furrowed and her eyes reddened from being pinched, but she clenched her lips tightly, her two rows of white teeth as firm as an iron bolt, refusing to let go.

"With your current internal strength, once you leave this mountain, you'll be nothing more than meat on someone else's chopping board."

Yang Guo lost his patience and pressed his finger on the Yifeng acupoint below her ear.

Cheng Ying felt an itch, and the muscles in her jawbone relaxed uncontrollably.

Taking advantage of the moment her mouth opened, Yang Guo stuffed both snake gallbladders into her mouth, covered her mouth and nose with his large hand, and lifted her chin with his other hand.

Gudong.

The two snake gallbladders slid down the throat.

An extremely bitter taste exploded in her mouth. Cheng Ying bent over and gagged twice, but nothing came out.

The membrane covering the snake gallbladder dissolves as soon as it enters the stomach, and bitter saliva rushes straight to the throat.

"You bastard..."

Cheng Ying raised her head and glared at Yang Guo, her eyes bloodshot.

Yang Guo completely ignored her.

He also grabbed two snake gallbladders and threw them into his mouth. He crushed them with his teeth, and the bile spread in his mouth.

A surge of extreme bitterness and spiciness rushed to the top of his head. He swallowed it, suppressed it with his internal energy, and then guided the medicinal effects into his dantian.

Nine Bodhi snake gallbladders entered his abdomen, and the red and black innate primordial energy beads accelerated their rotation, extracting the essence from the snake gallbladders bit by bit and weaving it into his meridians.

He closed his eyes and felt the changes in his dantian.

The bottleneck in the early stages of innate constitution has been loosened.

A third layer of patterns faintly appeared on the Vitality Bead, barely visible.

If a suitable opportunity is found, breaking through to the mid-stage of the Innate Realm is just around the corner.

When Yang Guo opened his eyes, Lu Wushuang could no longer hold on.

Her body was already weak, and she had only practiced the Yi Jin Duan Gu Manual for a few months, so her meridians were far from being fully developed.

The medicinal effects of those two snake gallbladders hit me so hard that my blood vessels felt like they'd been scalded with boiling water.

"Husband, it's so hot..."

Lu Wushuang tugged at her collar; her outer garment had already been torn in several places in the underground passage, and now, with this tug, her left shoulder and half of her collarbone were exposed.

Her little face was flushed and hot, and her forehead and nose were covered with beads of sweat.

My legs felt weak and I could barely stand.

"It's hot, that's what matters."

"The medicine's effects are reaching the surface, which means your meridians are automatically widening."

"Sit down quickly, circulate your energy, and follow the path of the third level of the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter, guiding the heat to the three Yin meridians of the foot."

Yang Guo patted her on the back, sending a gentle stream of pure yang energy into her palm to suppress the most potent medicinal effect.

Lu Wushuang let out a soft "Ah," obediently sat cross-legged on a clean bluestone slab, and closed her eyes to circulate her internal energy.

Yang Guo withdrew his hand and his gaze fell on Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying's condition was much more serious than Lu Wushuang's.

After the pure yang heat of the snake gall enters the meridians, it does not follow the normal path of traveling through the twelve regular meridians.

The heat surged through her blood vessels twice before crashing into the deepest part of her dantian, where Yang Guo had planted the Qiankun Technique mark.

The mark remained dormant most of the time, only activating when Yang Guo activated it or approached it.

However, the pure yang medicinal power in the snake gallbladder is of the same lineage as the yang energy attribute of the Qiankun Technique. When the two heat forces meet, they immediately merge.

It's like pouring a bucket of lamp oil onto a pile of dry firewood.

Cheng Ying felt a huge fire rising from her lower abdomen, the fire shooting up along the Ren and Chong meridians, exploding with a burning sensation at each acupoint it passed.

Her already soaked clothes became even wetter, revealing her beautiful curves.

Her legs went weak and she sat down directly in the mud.

"Yang Guo... what exactly did you feed me...?"

Cheng Ying's voice was hoarse.

She tried to suppress the evil fire with her internal energy, circulating her Shaoyang meridian's true energy twice, but it was instead amplified by the medicinal power of the snake gall, causing the heat to double.

Her cultivation method follows the path of purity and spirituality, which is completely incompatible with the extreme masculinity of snake gall.

The more you press it down, the more it burns; the more it burns, the more chaotic it becomes.

Yang Guo walked over and looked down at Cheng Ying, who was lying slumped in the mud.

She does look attractive now.

Her soaked inner garment clung to her two full, rounded breasts, which rose and fell with her heavy breathing.

Yang Guo squatted down, grabbed Cheng Ying's arm, and lifted her out of the mud.

"I'm giving you the best food."

Yang Guo held her arm with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist.

Through the thin, damp cloth, he could feel that the skin on her waist was frighteningly hot.

"Your internal strength is too weak, and your meridians are too narrow, so you can't even swallow two snake gallbladders."

Cheng Ying shuddered violently as he pulled her into his arms.

The mark of the Qiankun Technique in her dantian sensed Yang Guo's pure yang energy and instantly came to life.

The evil fire found an outlet and surged desperately towards Yang Guo's body along the line where their skin touched.

This is the instinct of imprinting.

The Qiankun Technique is a cultivation method that combines Yin and Yang, so the marks on the Yin side will naturally gravitate towards the Yang side.

The closer Yang Guo got, the more active the mark became, and the less she could control her body.

Cheng Ying went limp and pressed herself against Yang Guo's chest.

Her waist involuntarily twisted, wanting to get closer to him.

When Cheng Ying made this move, she almost bit her back teeth to pieces.

"shameless……"

She was criticizing herself.

"Who are you insulting?"

Yang Guo brought his mouth close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.

"Just now in the cave, you were holding me by the waist, why didn't you yell 'shameless' then?"

Cheng Ying's neck, from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears, turned completely red.

She tried to push Yang Guo away, placing both hands on his chest, but she had no strength in her arms.

When I placed my palm on it, all I could feel was the scorching heat of that body.

She couldn't push him away; instead, she took the initiative to touch him.

Yang Guo's large hand reached down from her lower back.

The soaked fabric offered no cover whatsoever, and the hand directly covered the shapely curve of her back.

Cheng Ying let out a suppressed groan.

Her legs went completely limp, and she only managed to stay upright thanks to Yang Guo's arm.