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

Yang Guo increased the pressure with his foot, and the sole of his boot directly crushed Shen Buyan's broken wrist bone.

Shen Buyan immediately let out a shrill scream, his face covered in tears, snot, and mud.

Yang Guo looked down at him and said coldly, "Be more specific."

"How do you guys meet in Guanzhong? Where do you arrange to meet?"

Shen Buyan gasped for breath in pain, panting heavily.

"Inn...we'll meet at the inn in town."

Shen Buyan's voice trembled, "There are two red lanterns hanging outside the door, and a three-legged toad is painted under each lantern."

Yang Guo raised his eyebrows.

These wandering people from the Western Regions have made the Toad Kung Fu of White Camel Mountain their signature move.

"What is the token used for the rendezvous?"

Yang Guo continued to ask.

"Mysterious Iron Token..."

Shen Buyan dared not hide the truth, "My master forged a batch of black iron tokens, imitating the old manor lord's tokens. You can take the tokens to the innkeeper and they will match the name."

Yang Guo bent down and reached into Shen Buyan's gray robe to grope around.

The clothes were made of rough material and covered in mud. Yang Guo touched them a few times and then pulled out a heavy token from the inner pocket of Shen Buyan's chest.

The sign is about the size of a palm, entirely black, with a lifelike toad engraved on the front and the words "White Camel Mountain" written on the back.

Yang Guo played with the black iron plaque, weighed it in his hand, and then casually put it into his pocket.

With this, he could wipe out all the secrets of those Mongol spies and heretical rogues in Guanzhong.

Lu Wushuang ran back from the edge of the cold pool, carrying a tattered cloth bag.

She ran very fast, her footsteps making a crisp sound as they pounded on the gravel.

"My lord, it's all clean now."

Lu Wushuang handed the cloth bag to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo untied the cloth bundle, and the fist-sized inner core of the snake king was immediately revealed.

The bloodstains on the surface of the inner core had been washed away by the pool water, revealing a crystal-clear purplish-red color. Even from half a foot away, one could feel the scalding heat emanating from it.

Yang Guo nodded in satisfaction, retied the cloth bag, and tucked it into his robes.

Lu Wushuang turned her head and glared fiercely at Shen Buyan, who was lying on the ground.

She gritted her teeth, gripping the willow-leaf dagger tightly in her hand; the blade gleamed coldly in the firelight.

"My lord, keeping this old devil around is just asking for trouble."

Lu Wushuang took two steps forward. "He was playing that lousy flute earlier, and it made my chest hurt for a long time. I killed him with one stroke so he wouldn't hurt anyone else in the future."

Shen Buyan trembled with fear upon hearing this.

His martial arts skills were completely destroyed, his dantian was shattered, and the bones in his hands and feet were broken by Yang Guo. Now he didn't even have the strength to run away.

"Hero, spare my life! Heroine, spare my life!"

Shen Buyan pleaded at the top of his lungs, "You've already taken my inner core, my crippled body is useless to you now, please just let me go like a fart."

Yang Guo glanced at Shen Buyan's distorted face and waved his hand dismissively.

"Wushuang, don't cut him with your knife."

Yang Guo said, "This old poisoner has countless poison powders hidden on his body. If you cut him, you'll easily get covered in poisonous blood. You still need to use that knife to cut meat, so don't get it dirty."

Lu Wushuang stopped and turned to look at Yang Guo.

"We can't just let him go like that, can we?"

"Let him go?"

Yang Guo sneered, "I have never let a tiger return to the mountain in my life."

He pointed to an old pine tree not far away.

"Go over there and find some thick vines."

Yang Guo instructed, "Tie him to that tree. There are many wild beasts in this deep mountain forest. He's covered in blood, and if he attracts a few hungry wolves, he'll be in big trouble."

Lu Wushuang's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly.

She sheathed her scimitar and ran to the edge of the woods, where she pulled up three or four vines as thick as her wrist.

Lu Wushuang walked back, kicked Shen Buyan over, and tied him up with vines, making him look like a rice dumpling.

She not only tied him up tightly, but also specifically chose to tighten the area where Shen Buyan's bones were broken.

Shen Buyan was in so much pain that her eyes rolled back, and she didn't even have the strength to cry out.

Lu Wushuang grabbed Shen Buyan by the collar and dragged him to the old pine tree, where she tied him tightly to the trunk.

After tying the knot, she patted the dirt off her hands and walked back to Yang Guo's side.

"Husband, you're tied up."

Lu Wushuang raised her chin and said smugly, "Even if he didn't break any bones, he still couldn't break free from these vines."

Yang Guo reached out and pinched Lu Wushuang's cheek.

"Well done."

After dealing with Shen Buyan, Yang Guo turned around and his gaze fell on Cheng Ying, who was about two zhang away.

Cheng Ying was sitting on the ground, leaning against a large rock.

She stood with her legs together, her hands gripping the fabric of her Taoist robe tightly around her knees. The soaked pink robe clung to her body, outlining her slender waist and full breasts.

She kept her head down, breathing rapidly, her chest heaving violently.

The previous Ten Thousand Poisons Soul-Seizing Melody was specifically designed to break through internal energy, while Cheng Ying's Peach Blossom Island Heart Method followed the path of purity and spirituality.

In addition, the Qiankun Technique mark on her lower abdomen was pulled by external force, causing the evil fire to surge wildly, which had already exhausted her to the point of being completely weak.

Yang Guo strode over and stopped in front of Cheng Ying.

He looked down at her, sizing her up.

Cheng Ying felt Yang Guo's gaze and forced herself to lift her head.

Her cheeks were flushed, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and a few strands of damp hair clung to her cheeks, transforming her originally dignified and refined demeanor into an alluring and charming one.

"Butler Cheng, why are you still sitting on the floor?"

Yang Guo crossed his arms and teased, "Weren't you quite the expert when you were giving your opinions? Now you can't even get up?"

Cheng Ying bit her lower lip and tried to stand up by supporting herself on the rocks with both hands.

But as soon as she exerted force with her legs, her knees buckled, and she fell forward uncontrollably.

Yang Guo reacted quickly and caught her with both hands.

Upon catching him, Cheng Ying threw herself directly into Yang Guo's arms.

Yang Guo took the opportunity to tighten his arms and embrace her slender waist.

Through her soaked Taoist robe, Cheng Ying pressed her face against Yang Guo's bare, burning chest, the warmth and smell of his sweat instantly filling her nostrils.

She was filled with shame and indignation, and weakly pushed against Yang Guo's chest muscles with both hands.

"Let me go."

Cheng Ying's voice trembled, "I can stand on my own."

"Can you stand firm?"

Yang Guo chuckled, "You don't even have the strength to push your brother anymore, yet you're still being stubborn. Your temper is exactly the same as your cheap cousin's back then."

Cheng Ying turned her face away, not daring to look Yang Guo in the eye.

The burning desire within her intensified, and being held by Yang Guo only intensified the heat, which instead climbed up her spine.

She knew exactly how embarrassing she looked.

"Don't touch me."

Cheng Ying lowered her voice, "Let go."

"I won't let go."

Yang Guo not only didn't let go, but instead hugged her even tighter.

He lowered his head, brought his lips close to Cheng Ying's ear, and gently blew a breath.

"The markings within your body are disordered."

"This old poisoner's sonic attack is wicked; it has completely disrupted the true energy in your meridians. If you try to tough it out, you will die within half an hour, your meridians will be severed."

Cheng Ying's body stiffened.

She herself understood medical principles and knew that Yang Guo was telling the truth.

"It's none of your business."

Cheng Ying still refused to back down, saying, "I can get better after meditating and regulating my breathing for one night."

"Adjusting breathing?"

Yang Guo's hand slid down and landed directly on Cheng Ying's lower back. "You can't even protect your dantian now, how are you going to regulate your breathing?"

Yang Guo stopped wasting words.

The red and black primordial energy beads in his dantian accelerated their circulation.

A powerful surge of pure Yang energy from the Qiankun Technique flowed directly into Cheng Ying's body through Yang Guo's palm.

This true energy was extremely tyrannical. As soon as it entered Cheng Ying's meridians, it suppressed all the rampaging evil fire with overwhelming force.

Cheng Ying felt a surge of heat coming from her lower back.

The heat flowed through the meridians throughout the body, and wherever it passed, the maddening heat quickly subsided.

Instead, there is an indescribable sense of comfort.

This feeling of comfort completely robbed her of the strength to resist.

Cheng Ying's hand, which had been pushing against Yang Guo's chest, fell limply to her side.

She leaned limply against Yang Guo's chest, resting her head on his shoulder.

She closed her eyes and let out a very soft moan.

Yang Guo heard it clearly.

"Butler Cheng, you say no, but your actions speak louder than words."

Yang Guo chuckled lightly, "How effective is my internal energy, brother?"

Cheng Ying was so ashamed she was about to cry.

She knew that this man had her completely under his control.

Your body's reactions don't lie.

She couldn't live without his pure yang energy, nor could she live without his domineering protection.

"You're bullying me."

Cheng Ying's voice was as soft as a whisper.

"I'll just bully you."

Yang Guo gently stroked her back with his palm, "Who told you to always put on that cold look? I just love seeing you like this, unable to live without me."

Cheng Ying stopped talking.

She buried her face in Yang Guo's neck, greedily inhaling his scent.

Lu Wushuang watched the whole thing from a short distance away.

She pursed her lips and sheathed the willow-leaf dagger.

"Husband, have you hugged me enough?"

Lu Wushuang shouted, "I'm starving! Are we still going to roast that worm meat or not?"

Yang Guo stopped channeling his inner energy.

He looked at Cheng Ying, whose complexion had returned to rosy, and released his hands.

Cheng Ying quickly took two steps back and straightened her disheveled Taoist robe.

She lowered her head, her hands clasped in front of her, completely unable to look Lu Wushuang in the eye.

"Coming right away."

Yang Guo turned to look at Lu Wushuang.

He walked to the snake king's corpse and pulled out the heavy iron sword stuck in the ground.

Yang Guo used his heavy sword to lift up the half of the snake king's tail that was not stained with venom.

This half of the torso weighs several dozen kilograms and has firm flesh.

"Brother Eagle!"

Yang Guo turned his head and whistled.

The eagle, which had been crouching behind the boulder, stood up, flapped its wings, and walked over.

The Divine Eagle glanced at Shen Buyan, who was tied to the tree, and let out a loud cry, clearly satisfied with the outcome.

"Let's go to that cave up ahead."

Yang Guo slung the heavy sword over his shoulder. "Tonight, I'll give you an extra treat. Let's see just how nutritious the flesh of the Bodhi Snake King really is."

Lu Wushuang cheered and ran over to take Yang Guo's left arm.

Cheng Ying walked behind, watching Yang Guo's broad back.

She reached out and pressed her hand to her chest, where her heart was still pounding.

The three people and the eagle followed the stone path along the edge of the valley toward the cave at the top.

The night breeze swept across the cold pool, carrying wisps of water vapor.

On the old pine tree, Shen Buyan was tightly strangled by vines.

He listened to the distant howls of wolves and closed his eyes in despair.