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

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth.

She mimicked Lu Wushuang's actions, placing her hands on Yang Guo's shoulders, then wrapping her arms around his neck and trying to wrap her legs around his waist.

But she is different from Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang was small and nimble, so she jumped up easily.

Cheng Ying was a head taller than Lu Wushuang, and her waist and legs were also longer.

She lost her balance on the first try and her body slid down a bit.

Yang Guo grunted.

"What are you dawdling for? Get up here!"

Cheng Ying's face burned with pain. She gritted her teeth and tried her best to climb up, and this time she finally managed to hold on.

They managed to get into a tight embrace, but the two were much closer together than Lu Wushuang had been.

The reason is simple: she is better than Lu Wushuang and has a worse foundation in lightness skills. She only managed to avoid falling down by clinging to Yang Guo with all her might.

With this clamp, the two full mounds on Yang Guo's chest were firmly pressed against his chest.

The pink Taoist robe was already stretched taut, and this pressure made it even tighter.

The temperature and shape beneath the fabric are clearly perceptible even through the clothing.

Yang Guo reached down with both hands and firmly held her buttocks.

Five fingers sank directly into the soft flesh; if you don't grip firmly, you won't have any leverage when climbing up the cliff.

Cheng Ying let out a muffled cry, her body tense like a bowstring.

She tried to back away, but if she let go, she would fall.

"What are you hiding for! Hold on tighter, who's going to take your fall?"

Yang Guo said in a deep voice.

Instead of loosening his grip, he lifted her up slightly, readjusting her center of gravity.

The force of the jolt was considerable; Cheng Ying was thrown upwards before landing heavily, her lower body slamming into Yang Guo's body.

The Qiankun Technique mark within her body was ignited during that collision.

That feeling was all too familiar to her.

A burst of intense heat sank down from the dantian, along the kidney meridian, past the qi sea, and straight to the vital acupoint.

Her meridians had been repeatedly stimulated by Yang Guo's true energy the night before, and they were still in an extremely sensitive state.

As soon as the heat reached her thighs, her legs immediately lost their strength, her knees buckled outwards, and she almost slipped down.

Yang Guo tightened his grip, securing her firmly once more.

"With your build, you'd be better off carrying a sack of rice. Hold on tighter."

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth and put her legs back on the bandage.

Her face was burning hot, and she buried her face in Yang Guo's neck, not daring to come out.

"Hold on tight, I'm going up."

Yang Guo let out a low shout, his inner energy surged, and his body rose from the ground.

The key to Jin Yan Gong lies in sinking Qi to the leg bones and lifting the body and lightening the waist.

When leading people up the cliff, the landing point must be precisely calculated for each step.

Yang Guo had previously observed the cliff face; it was seven or eight zhang high, and there were four points of leverage that could be used, but they were not evenly spaced.

With the remaining ten-odd feet, they could only rely on the momentum of their last step to rush directly to the cave entrance.

He touched the first crevice in the rock with his toes and used the momentum to propel himself upwards.

The reaction force sent the two bodies colliding heavily.

Cheng Ying let out a soft groan nestled in the crook of his neck.

The second step is to land on the stone ridge.

The stone is small, and the soles of the feet only touch the front half. The true energy must be concentrated in the toes and the front of the feet, and one must bounce up before half a breath has passed.

The force was even greater the moment they bounced up, and their chests and abdomens collided again.

Cheng Ying's breathing became rapid.

Yang Guo's hands were also busy.

While it's true that he's been busy, it's not entirely intentional.

There are too few points of leverage on this cliff face, and every change in posture with each step causes the points where the two people are touching to shift.

To keep her balance, he had to constantly adjust the position and pressure of his grip.

His fingers tightened and loosened repeatedly on that soft flesh; how much of it was necessary and how much was intentional, only he knew.

Worse still, as he adjusted his grip, a wisp of his inner energy escaped.

It followed the fingertip to Cheng Ying's coccyx acupoint, went up two inches along the Du meridian, and then turned into the Dai meridian.

The belt meridian encircles the waist, passing precisely within the area marked by the Qiankun Jue (Heaven and Earth Technique).

The mark was stimulated by the pure Yang energy, immediately triggering a chain reaction.

Cheng Ying lifted her face from the crook of her neck, her lips brushing against Yang Guo's earlobe, and whispered a few words.

"Please...please stop pouring..."

The sound was fragmented and disjointed.

Yang Guo touched the third indentation with his toes, and his body had already soared to a height of five and a half zhang.

The mountain wind blew in from behind, making a whistling sound.

"What did you pour out? I'm climbing a cliff, it's normal for my internal energy to flow around, why did you stick so close?"

Yang Guo spoke with utmost seriousness.

Cheng Ying almost bit off the skin on his neck.

She knew perfectly well that his true energy was "flowing" and drilling into her sensitive meridians.

What do you mean by "dart away"? It was clearly precise down to the last detail.

Step 4.

The thin crack had very poor load-bearing capacity; Yang Guo's foot only brushed against it briefly before he was sent flying.

This shot used almost all of its power.

Their bodies rose into the air and then pressed tightly together by gravity.

Cheng Ying was jostled so hard she felt like she was about to fall apart, and her legs instinctively clamped together even tighter.

Yang Guo landed steadily on the stone edge of the cave entrance.

The wind had calmed down, and he felt more grounded, but he didn't immediately put Cheng Ying down.

He stood at the edge of the cave entrance, enjoying a moment of panoramic view.

He rubbed it vigorously twice more.

Cheng Ying's thighs were still trembling, and her whole body felt as if it had been soaked in hot water and become limp.

"We're here, aren't you going to loosen your legs? You're addicted to clamping them together, aren't you?"

Cheng Ying then realized what was happening.

She hurriedly loosened her grip and legs, and as soon as her feet touched the stone surface, her knees buckled, and she almost knelt down with a thud.

Yang Guo reacted quickly and grabbed her waist.

"What's the rush? Stand still."