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

The sound of water outside the cave was continuous, and it had become completely dark.

The temperature inside the cave dropped very low.

The fire, lit by dry branches, could barely illuminate a small area around the stone bed.

Lu Wushuang rubbed his shoulders for a long time, and his eyelids started to droop.

She was frightened today and soaked in cold water for so long, so she was completely exhausted.

"My dear husband, I'm sleepy."

Lu Wushuang yawned, nodding her head slightly.

Yang Guo patted the back of her hand.

"Go to sleep if you're tired."

The stone bed is wide enough to comfortably accommodate three people.

Yang Guo lay in the middle, and Lu Wushuang naturally snuggled into the crook of his left arm.

She wrapped the old animal hide tightly around herself, with one leg draped over Yang Guo's stomach.

Before long, her breathing became even and deep, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Cheng Ying sat on the right side of the stone bed, about two feet away from Yang Guo.

Her undergarments had been mostly dried by her body heat, but they still looked very thin.

She covered her legs with the piece of animal hide given to her, and her upper body could only be kept warm by the residual heat of the fire.

The night wind blew in from the cave entrance.

Cheng Ying hugged her arms tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.

The internal energy she practiced didn't keep her warm, and the Qiankun Technique imprint in her dantian started acting up every night.

Yang Guo had consumed a lot of his true energy during the day, and the mark couldn't absorb enough yang energy, so it was currently acting up.

A piercing itch, both sore and numb, came from my lower abdomen.

Yet, the cold seeped into my bones.

Cheng Ying bit her lower lip, trying her best to keep herself from making a sound.

She didn't want to show weakness in front of Yang Guo.

This man has the upper hand with his words, but if I were to ask him for something, who knows what kind of nonsense he would spout.

But the tormenting nature of this mark was truly intense, and she felt she was about to collapse.

Yang Guo had his eyes closed, but he wasn't actually asleep.

His senses are now far more acute than those of ordinary people; he can hear Cheng Ying's breathing even if it is just a little rapid.

This woman is still stubbornly holding on; she's as stubborn as a mule.

He turned his head and looked over by the firelight.

Cheng Ying curled up in a ball, her face pale, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Yang Guo sighed inwardly.

This woman has a temper harder than a rock. She can solve things by simply asking for help, but she insists on bearing it all herself.

If she hadn't reminded the snake king of its weakness during the day, he would have had to expend much more effort.

Never mind, I'll just consider it repaying her favor.

Yang Guo turned to face Cheng Ying, reached out his right hand, and grabbed her arm.

Cheng Ying was startled and instinctively tried to break free.

Her heart was pounding. What was this person trying to do?

Wushuang was still asleep next to him.

"What are you doing?"

Cheng Ying lowered her voice, a hint of panic in her tone.

"come over."

Yang Guo applied a little force and pulled her directly into his arms.

Cheng Ying had no strength to resist and fell directly into Yang Guo's right arm.

The man's body heat wafted through the thin fabric of his clothes.

Yang Guo had just broken through the third pattern of the red and black Yuan Qi Pearl today, and the pure Yang true energy in his body was extremely vigorous.

He was like a giant furnace, radiating a continuous stream of heat.

Cheng Ying pressed herself against his chest, and the mark in his dantian immediately quieted down, beginning to greedily absorb the yang energy.

She was so comfortable she almost cried out, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

This feels so embarrassing.

She, a dignified descendant of Peach Blossom Island, actually had to rely on a man's body heat to alleviate the backlash from the mark.

"Let me go, Wushuang is still here."

Cheng Ying struggled for a moment, but moved very gently, afraid of waking Lu Wushuang on her left.

She knew in her heart that her resistance was futile and more like a feigned rejection.

Yang Guo not only didn't let go, but instead stretched out his left leg and pressed it on her leg, encircling her completely in his arms.

Yang Guo leaned close to Cheng Ying's ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.

"If you move around again and wake her up, how will you explain yourself?"

Cheng Ying froze, no longer daring to move.

She was only wearing an undergarment, the neckline of which had long been torn by the daytime water flow.

With a slight tilt of his head, Yang Guo could see the scenery inside clearly.

She could feel Yang Guo's gaze linger there for a moment, and she was so embarrassed that her toes curled up.

"Brother Yang, please don't do this."

Cheng Ying's voice trembled, carrying a hint of pleading.

She didn't know how much longer she could hold on; the comfort brought by the mark and the shame of her body were tearing her apart.

"What's wrong with me?"

Yang Guo's large hand slid down her back and stopped on her slender waist.

"Brother is trying to warm you up."

"Look at you, you're as cold as an ice pop."

"You even helped me find the Snake King's weakness during the day. I'm a grateful person."

Cheng Ying felt weak and powerless as his warm palm pressed against her lower back.

She tried to dodge, but the hand on her waist had an undeniable force.

She could only bury her face deeper, pretending that it was all just to keep warm.

She knew Yang Guo was just making excuses to take advantage of her, but she really couldn't refuse.

That yang energy felt so good, it was gradually dispelling the coldness in her body.

"I don't want you to repay my kindness, just take care of yourself."

"Your inner energy is exhausted for today, so don't do anything reckless."

Cheng Ying tried to distract Yang Guo, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz.

Yang Guo chuckled softly.

"Butler Cheng, my brother is in excellent health now; he can easily handle you."

As he spoke, he transferred a wisp of pure Qiankun Technique true energy to him.

The true energy entered Cheng Ying's meridians through her waist and traveled upwards along the Ren meridian.

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth and gripped Yang Guo's clothes tightly with both hands.

Wherever the true energy flowed, it brought waves of indescribable tingling sensation.

She felt like she was being roasted on a fire, or like she was soaking in warm water—both uncomfortable and comfortable.

She tried to dodge, but there was a stone wall behind her and Yang Guo's burning chest in front of her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

"Stop gritting your teeth, relax a bit."

Yang Guo used his free left hand to pinch her cheek.

"I'm helping you regulate your meridians."

"You caught a chill during the day. If you don't expel the chill, you'll suffer tomorrow."

Cheng Ying looked up at him.

In the firelight, Yang Guo's features appeared very soft.

There was no flirtatious frivolity in his eyes, but rather a deep and earnest tenderness.

For some reason, Cheng Ying's mental defenses inexplicably weakened.

She told herself that this was only for treatment, only to survive.

She lowered her head and buried her face in Yang Guo's neck.

"Be quiet, don't make any noise."

Cheng Ying finally gave in, her voice trembling with resignation.

Yang Guo's lips curled up, his heart filled with triumphant pride.

So what if she's a descendant of Peach Blossom Island? She's still lying obediently in my arms.

He slowed his movements, using his inner energy to gradually clear her blocked meridians.

The cave was quiet, with only the crackling sound of burning firewood.

Yang Guo's hands were restless; while clearing her meridians, they also wandered over her smooth back.

Cheng Ying was breathing rapidly, her face flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

She could feel the shivers that hand sent shivers down her spine; every inch of her skin reminded her of her ambiguous situation.

She closed her eyes tightly, as if that would allow her to pretend that nothing had happened.

Just then, Lu Wushuang, who was next to her, suddenly turned over.

"My lord...eat snake meat..."

Lu Wushuang mumbled something in her sleep, then swung her arm over and slapped Yang Guo in the chest with a loud crack.

Cheng Ying was so frightened her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

She quickly held her breath, closed her eyes tightly, and dared not move at all.

Oh no, if Wushuang sees this... she didn't even want to think about it.

Yang Guo was also startled.

If Lu Wushuang were to see her cousin lying in her arms, the scene would be quite interesting.

He quickly reached out his left hand and pinched Lu Wushuang's nose.

Lu Wushuang was out of breath and groaned twice before pulling her arm back.

She turned over so her back was to them and continued to sleep soundly.

Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked down at Cheng Ying, who was already tense with fear.

"It's alright, she hasn't woken up."

Yang Guo leaned over and kissed Cheng Ying on the forehead.

It was a very light touch, like a soothing gesture, or perhaps a declaration.

Cheng Ying opened her eyes, which were filled with tears from being frightened.

"Let me go, it's too dangerous."

Her voice trembled with tears.

After all that commotion last night, she felt like her skin had been peeled off completely.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Yang Guo's protective instincts were completely aroused.

At the same time, an even stronger possessiveness is also growing.

He didn't let go; instead, he hugged her even tighter.

"What are you afraid of? I'm here."

Yang Guo said in a low voice.

"Even if Wushuang wakes up, I have a way to cover it up."

Cheng Ying had no way to deal with him.

She could only resign herself to leaning against him, feeling the warmth from his hands.

Yang Guo's hand followed her waistline down and stopped at her pert curves.

Cheng Ying trembled and pressed her hands on Yang Guo's wrists.

The sensation from there sent shivers down her spine, and a wave of shame washed over her.

"no……"

She protested in a very low voice.

"Why not?"

Yang Guo retorted, "Which part of your body haven't I seen?"

"During the day, when you were hanging on me under the waterfall, you were much more proactive than you are now."

Cheng Ying was so ashamed and indignant that she wanted to die.

During the day, her mind was controlled by the mark, and she had no say in the matter.

She is fully conscious now, and she can clearly feel every touch.

"Don't push me."

Cheng Ying's eyes reddened.

She felt like a naked prey with nowhere to escape.

Yang Guo knew when to stop.

He knew where this woman's bottom line was; if he pushed her too far, she might bite back.

He pulled his hands back to his waist and held her quietly.

"Fine, I'll let you go today."

Yang Guo smoothed her hair.

"Get a good night's sleep; you still have work to do tomorrow."

Cheng Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

She found a comfortable position in Yang Guo's arms and closed her eyes.

With Yang Guo's body heat and internal energy nourishing her, she quickly dispelled the chill in her body.

A wave of exhaustion washed over her, and before long, she fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Guo felt very satisfied listening to the even breathing sounds on both sides.

On the left is a feisty and charming personal maid, and on the right is a gentle and intellectual successor of Peach Blossom Island.

This life is so good, I wouldn't trade it for even a god.

He opened his eyes and looked at the stone wall at the top of the cave, his mind starting to plan for tomorrow.

I'm still finding it very difficult to practice swordsmanship under the waterfall.

Only when one can wield a sword smoothly under a waterfall can one be considered to have reached the realm of "a heavy sword without a sharp edge, great skill without artifice".

We still need to keep working hard.

The snake king was seriously injured and must be hiding at the bottom of some pool to recover.

Once I break through to the next level, I'll dig out its inner core.

This worm has lived for so long; its inner core must be a highly nourishing substance.

We can use it to nourish Wushuang and Chengying, and their cultivation levels will also increase.

Yang Guo yawned and pulled the two women closer to his chest.

He was tired, so he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning.

Several loud bird calls came from outside the cave.

Yang Guo opened his eyes and found that his arms were empty.

He sat up and saw Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying squatting beside the fire.

Their clothes were completely dry.

Lu Wushuang, wearing that red outer robe, was poking at the fire with a twig.

Cheng Ying changed back into the pink Taoist robe, which, although somewhat torn, could barely cover her private parts.

Hearing the noise, she turned her head to look at Yang Guo, a blush rising on her cheeks, before quickly turning back.

She sat very close to the fire, as if nothing had happened the night before.

"My lord, you're awake!"

Lu Wushuang ran over and handed Yang Guo a water pouch.

"Quickly wash your face. The eagle was calling out outside just now; it's probably urging you to practice your skills."

Yang Guo took the water pouch and rinsed his mouth.

He stood up and stretched his limbs.

After a night's rest, the body's vital energy has fully recovered, even more abundant than yesterday.

The red and black energy beads rotated steadily in the dantian, radiating powerful energy.

"Let's go see what that idiot is up to this time."

Yang Guo strode out of the cave.

He glanced at Cheng Ying; the woman kept her head down, even her ears were red.

Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying followed behind.

As soon as Yang Guo stepped out of the cave, he stopped in his tracks.

On the flat ground outside the cave, the Divine Eagle stood proudly.

At the feet of the Divine Eagle lay a pile of bloody, mangled flesh.

When Yang Guo got closer and took a look, he couldn't help but gasp.

This giant eagle was quite diligent early in the morning, pecking and killing countless Pusi snakes, even extracting their gallbladders.