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

Yang Guo looked up at the sheer cliff and cursed.

The cliff face was completely smooth, without even a single extra crack in the rocks.

The eagle's two claws were as thick as iron pillars, and it used them to push its way up the rock.

But with Yang Guo accompanied by two women, things became much more complicated.

The Divine Eagle stood at the cave entrance, looking down with obvious disdain in its yellow eyes, and made two gurgling sounds in its throat.

"What's the rush! You flat-feathered beast, you're so easy to get along with!"

Yang Guo pointed at it and cursed.

He surveyed the cliff face.

The stone is bluish in color, and its surface is so smooth from being polished by the mountain winds that it doesn't even stick to your palm.

In those days, Dugu Qiubai probably carved out several footholds with his sword to reach this terrain. Over the years, the stone surface weathered, and those chisel marks were worn away.

There are very few leverage points left, but for Jin Yangong, three or four are enough.

Lu Wushuang looked up at the cave entrance, which was seven or eight zhang high, and her heart pounded.

"Husband, this is too high. I definitely can't reach it with my lightness skill."

"Don't embarrass yourself with your mediocre skills."

Yang Guo looked away and stretched his shoulders.

The wound on his back had been suppressed by his inner energy, but it still caused some strain when he exerted force.

"Come here, let me carry you upstairs."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang happily ran over and jumped onto Yang Guo.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and her legs tightly around his waist.

The pair of small steamed buns on Yang Guo's chest, though not large, were still quite noticeable.

"Hold on tight, or you'll fall and be smashed to pieces. I won't be responsible for collecting your body."

Yang Guo lifted Lu Wushuang's buttocks firmly with both hands behind him.

He touched something soft and casually squeezed it.

Lu Wushuang blushed and whispered in his ear, "Husband, you're so naughty. My cousin is watching."

Yang Guo ignored her.

He channeled the Nine Yin True Qi into his legs, used the Golden Goose Skill to lighten his body, and combined it with the Snake-like and Leaping Body Technique, his feet tapping repeatedly on the cliff face.

Using the few remaining protrusions on the cliff face, he leaped up and soared upwards.

This method of carrying others up the wall consumes the most internal energy.

The heavier the person carrying it, the more internal force needs to be poured into the leg bones for each step.

Fortunately, Lu Wushuang was light; her weight of just over 100 pounds was like a burden to Yang Guo.

With a few leaps, he stood steadily at the entrance of the cave halfway up the mountain.

Yang Guo put Lu Wushuang down.

The entrance to the cave wasn't wide, about three feet, just enough for two people to walk in side by side.

The stone wall was slippery from the moisture, and Lu Wushuang's legs were still weak. He had to hold onto the wall to steady himself.

The eagle glanced at them, then turned and walked deeper into the cave.

Yang Guo walked to the edge of the cave entrance and looked down.

Cheng Ying was still standing below, looking up at him.

Even from a distance of seven or eight zhang, the pink Taoist robe stood out conspicuously against the backdrop of a gray-blue cliff.

Yang Guo considered it in his mind.

Cheng Ying's internal strength had indeed increased significantly after receiving the five snake gallbladders last night, along with the guidance of the Qiankun Technique, giving her a foundation of at least ten years' worth of power.

But mastering lightness skills isn't just about having high internal strength. Body movement, breath control, landing point, and power transfer all require years of honing.

The light-footed skills of Peach Blossom Island are based on clever techniques, which are sufficient for maneuvering on flat ground. However, when faced with a bare wall like this with no foothold, even clever techniques are useless.

"Stay here quietly, I'm going down to get your cousin."

Yang Guo gave Lu Wushuang a piece of advice.

"understood."

Yang Guo leaped off the mountainside.

The sound of the wind rushed into his ears. He flipped over in mid-air, his true energy sinking to the soles of his feet. When he landed, he was so light that he didn't even kick up any pebbles on the ground.

Cheng Ying quickly took a half step back, her hands instinctively tugging at the pink Taoist robe she was wearing.

This robe is Lu Wushuang's size, but it's way too small for her.

The buttons at his collar were stretched so tight they were about to burst open, and the gray cloth waist rope that Yang Guo wore was so tight that it completely constricted his waist.

She had seen the whole process of Yang Guo carrying Lu Wushuang upstairs.

The more she looked, the more flustered she became, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

Yang Guo dusted off his hands and glanced at her sideways.

"Your internal strength has increased a lot last night, but your lightness skill is not up to par. You can't climb this cliff."

He didn't ask her if it was okay; he gave her a definitive answer directly.

Cheng Ying remained silent.

Yang Guo then said, "Tell me, how do you plan to get up there?"

Cheng Ying lowered her head, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands.

She knew very well what Yang Guo was waiting for.

This person never does anything for free; every time he helps someone, he expects you to put on a show of humility.

"You...you take me upstairs."

Her voice was very soft, and the last syllable was almost inaudible.

Yang Guo crossed his arms and scoffed.

"Your attitude when asking for help is not good."

Cheng Ying's eyes welled up with tears.

That jerk, he's always trying to control me.

Let him have his way.

Cheng Ying discovered that Yang Guo was like a mule that could be easily pleased. If you went along with his wishes, he would take great care of you, but if you went against his will, he would turn into a devil and make you suffer a hundred times more.

"Husband, please carry me upstairs~~~"

Yang Guo's lips twitched; he felt relieved.

He took a step forward and stood right in front of Cheng Ying.

The two were less than three inches apart, and Cheng Ying could smell the scent of his sweat mixed with the mountain breeze.

Her knees started to ache, and the little strength she had left in her legs was draining away.

"That's more like it."

Yang Guo spread his arms wide. "Come here, wrap yourself up on top of me."