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

Braving the night wind, the three people and the eagle climbed up the rocky slope on the side of the valley.

The eagle led the way, its large feet making a dull thud as it stepped on the gravel.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a naturally formed stone cave. It is extremely spacious inside, and the bottom of the cave is covered with thick dry grass, without any dampness.

Lu Wushuang ran ahead, quickly picking up a pile of withered branches and leaves from the cave entrance.

She took out a tinderbox from her waist, blew on it, and held it under the dry branch.

The flames shot up instantly, illuminating the entire cave with an orange glow.

Yang Guo threw the half-snake king's body onto the clean stone slab, took off his soaked outer robe, and squatted down beside it with his bare chest.

With the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword diagonally inserted to one side, he drew Lu Wushuang's sheathed dagger and cut along the texture of the snakeskin.

The skin of this Bodhi serpent king is extremely tough, and it makes a screeching sound when a blade cuts through it.

Yang Guo increased the pressure on his hands, making a long cut along the snake corpse's spine, and then pulled it apart with both hands, revealing the firm and tender white flesh inside.

He cut off four or five palm-sized pieces of snake meat, skewered them with sharpened twigs, and roasted them over the fire.

The sizzling sound of oil dripping onto the scorching hot coals instantly filled the air with a rich aroma of meat.

The eagle squatted at the cave entrance, its eyes fixed on the roasted meat, its sharp beak open, saliva dripping incessantly from the tip onto the stone.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

The eagle flapped its wings, appearing somewhat impatient.

"Look at your pathetic self, you idiot!" Yang Guo laughed and cursed, cutting a large piece of bloody raw flesh from the stone slab and throwing it directly towards the cave entrance.

The eagle spread its wings, caught the snake meat in mid-air in its mouth, tilted its head back, and swallowed it whole.

It flapped its wings contentedly twice before going to a corner to close its eyes and rest.

By this time, the snake meat beside the fire had been roasted to a golden brown, with oil bubbles constantly bubbling from its skin.

Lu Wushuang swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the roasted meat, her stomach rumbling in unison.

Yang Guo picked up a skewer of the most thoroughly roasted snake meat, blew on it to cool it down, and handed it to Lu Wushuang.

"Here, be careful not to burn your mouth."

Lu Wushuang cheered, took the branch, and without caring about the heat, took a big bite.

"It smells so good! Husband, this snake meat is even chewier than beef!" Lu Wushuang said indistinctly as he chewed.

She swallowed the snake meat in her mouth and was just about to take a second bite when she suddenly stopped.

A surge of heat rose from my stomach and spread rapidly throughout my body.

Lu Wushuang felt her cheeks burning, and a layer of fine sweat instantly appeared on her forehead. Several streams of air were rushing around in her dantian.

"Husband, my stomach feels so hot, it feels like something is hitting my meridians." Lu Wushuang put down the branch in her hand, clutching her lower abdomen tightly with both hands, her tone somewhat panicked.

Yang Guo reached out and checked her pulse, finding it to be strong and powerful.

"What's the panic? This is a good thing." Yang Guo withdrew his hand and said, "This Bodhi Snake King has lived for countless years, and its flesh and blood are full of highly nourishing essence. Your shallow internal strength is no match for its medicinal power."

Yang Guo pointed to the empty space next to him.

"Stop eating, quickly go over there and sit cross-legged, and circulate the mental cultivation method of the Yi Jin Duan Gu Chapter."

Yang Guo's tone became serious: "Your leg ailment has been dragging on for more than ten years. Although the bones have been set and your leg is no longer lame, if your meridians are not properly regulated, you will still be in so much pain on rainy days that you can't get out of bed."

"I went to great lengths to teach you the mental techniques, and today I've brought you snake king meat. This is the perfect opportunity for you to clear the blockages in your meridians."

"If you dare to get distracted, I'll throw you back to Zhongnan Mountain right now!"

Lu Wushuang shuddered in fright; she knew all too well what it felt like to be disabled.

Back when she was wandering the martial arts world, she was called a cripple by everyone she met, and she never wanted to experience that humiliation again in her life.

"I'll practice hard, husband, please don't send me away!" Lu Wushuang quickly composed herself, obediently walked to the side, sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to guide the violent medicinal power within her body.

Yang Guo picked up another skewer of grilled snake meat, turned around and walked to Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying was standing against the stone wall, her pink Taoist robe clinging to her body, damp and wet.

The night wind blew into the cave entrance, and her lips turned blue from the cold. She hugged her arms tightly to her chest and shivered.

"Butler Cheng, want a bite?" Yang Guo held the roasted meat to her lips, the rich aroma of the meat filling her nostrils.

Cheng Ying turned her head away.

"I'm not hungry." Cheng Ying's voice trembled, but she still forced herself to stay upright.

"Butler Cheng, you're already so frail. If you fall ill in this desolate wilderness, I won't have time to take care of you." Yang Guo forcefully shoved the branch into her hand.

"You were just hit by the old poisoner's sonic attack, which has depleted your qi and blood. In addition, your clothes were soaked and you caught a chill. This snake meat contains heat, which can help you expel the cold from your body."

Yang Guo took a half step forward and teased in a low voice, "If you don't eat, I'll chew it up and feed it to you mouth-to-mouth."

Cheng Ying blushed deeply, knowing full well that this man was absolutely capable of such a ridiculous thing.

She bit her lower lip tightly, leaving a deep white mark on her red lips with her teeth.

She really couldn't stand Yang Guo's domineering and forceful manner, yet she was powerless to do anything about it.

She dared not argue any longer and could only take small bites of the snake meat in her hand.

The scalding hot snake meat had just entered my stomach.

Cheng Ying initially thought it was just an ordinary tonic, but to her surprise, the heat it released actually triggered the Qiankun Technique mark on her lower abdomen.

The pure yang true qi mark planted by Yang Guo immediately ignited like a raging fire meeting hot oil when it came into contact with the fire energy in the snake meat.

"Ugh..." Cheng Ying let out a soft groan, and the branch in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

She felt her legs go weak, and her body slid limply down the stone wall to the ground.

The burning sensation inside my body was a hundred times more intense than when I first heard the flute; it felt as if my blood was boiling, and my reason was being slowly devoured.

She was breathing heavily, her hands instinctively tugging at her clothes, trying to let in some cool air.

The soaked Taoist robe was torn open, revealing her delicate, fair collarbone and large expanse of snow-white skin.

Yang Guo had anticipated this, so he strode over, squatted down in front of Cheng Ying, stretched out his arms, and forcibly pulled her into his embrace.

Cheng Ying's body was burning hot, and she pressed herself tightly against Yang Guo's bare chest.

She instinctively tried to push him away, but she couldn't muster any strength. Instead, her attempt to push him away turned into a desperate grip on Yang Guo's shoulders.

"You just eat what I tell you to eat, now you know how powerful I am, right?" Yang Guo teased, but his hands didn't stop moving.

He placed his right hand firmly on Cheng Ying's lower back Mingmen acupoint, and the red and black Yuan Qi beads in his Dantian accelerated their circulation, continuously channeling the pure Yang true Qi of the Qiankun Technique into Cheng Ying's body.

Yang Guo's true energy was extremely domineering, directly enveloping the chaotic snake meat and medicinal power, forcibly dispersing it, and guiding it into Cheng Ying's dantian through her meridians.

Cheng Ying leaned weakly on Yang Guo's shoulder, clearly sensing the scorching true energy coursing through her body.

Wherever the true energy passes, the originally narrow meridians are forcibly widened, and the pain is mixed with an indescribable sense of comfort.

Her head was nestled in the crook of Yang Guo's neck, her rapid breaths spraying onto his collarbone.

The man's body reeked of sweat and a strong scent of male hormones, making her head spin for a moment.

Cheng Ying was originally a very proud person who was used to being in control of everything, but in front of this man, all her pride was ruthlessly trampled underfoot.

She was not only unable to resist, but her body was even craving the warmth from the other person. This realization made her feel extremely ashamed and embarrassed.

She bit her lip hard, trying desperately to stop herself from making those strange noises, but the trembling in her body was impossible to hide.

The two were pressed tightly together, and Yang Guo could even clearly feel the amazing softness of her chest rubbing against his pectoral muscles with her rapid breathing.

"Focus, follow my inner energy." Yang Guo whispered in her ear, his warm breath spraying onto Cheng Ying's sensitive earlobe.

Cheng Ying closed her eyes, and a tear of shame slid down her cheek.

She could only resign herself to her fate and give up resisting, letting Yang Guo's true energy run rampant within her body.

On the other side, Lu Wushuang had just finished channeling the first wave of medicinal power and opened her eyes, wanting to catch her breath.

When she looked up, she saw Yang Guo holding Cheng Ying tightly, the two of them practically glued together, their posture incredibly intimate.

Lu Wushuang felt a surge of jealousy.

"Husband, you're being unfair!" Lu Wushuang shouted angrily, "I also ate snake meat, and my meridians are aching terribly, why don't you go and hug me?"

Yang Guo turned his head and glared at her irritably.

"Stop being so jealous!" Yang Guo scolded. "Your cousin practices the Pure Spirit Internal Energy of Peach Blossom Island, she can't suppress this anger at all."

"You practice the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter, which is most suitable for absorbing this kind of external essence."

"The meridians in your left leg aren't fully open yet. If you don't seize this time to practice, and you really become a cripple, I won't want you anymore!"

Lu Wushuang shrank back as she was scolded. Thinking of the humiliation she had suffered when she was lame, she panicked and no longer cared about being jealous.

Yang Guo extended his left hand and flicked several acupoints on Lu Wushuang's left leg from a distance.

The pure energy of the One-Finger Divine Skill penetrated her body, instantly clearing away the blockages in her meridians.

"Keep your mind focused and concentrate your energy in your dantian," Yang Guo advised from the side. "This medicinal power is enough to replace half a year of your arduous training, so don't waste it."

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth, and large beads of sweat began to fall from her forehead.

She felt waves of intense soreness, numbness, and swelling in her left leg, but she gritted her teeth and kept quiet, focusing all her efforts on clearing the sluggish meridians.

Half an hour passed quietly.

The violent medicinal power within Cheng Ying's body was finally completely refined, and her stagnant internal energy showed signs of breaking through the peak of the acquired realm and touching the threshold of the innate realm.

She slowly opened her eyes, only to be horrified to find herself still clinging to Yang Guo.

At this moment, her clothes were disheveled, and most of her body was pressed tightly against the other person's warm chest.

Cheng Ying was immediately filled with shame and indignation. She hurriedly pushed Yang Guo away, frantically straightened her disheveled clothes, and sat down on the other side of the fire with a flushed face.

Throughout this time, she kept her head down and didn't dare to say a single unnecessary word.

Yang Guo didn't press her. He just smiled, took out the cloth bag from his pocket, and slowly untied the knot.

A purplish-red serpent king's inner core was exposed to the air, causing the surrounding temperature to rise slightly.

Cheng Ying caught a glimpse of the inner core, and suppressing the strangeness and panic in her heart, she couldn't help but remind him, "Brother Yang, the fire poison in this inner core is too strong."

"If you want to forcibly absorb it, you must first find something extremely cold to neutralize the medicinal properties, otherwise you will definitely suffer a qi deviation, resulting in the burning of your internal organs."

Yang Guo casually tossed the inner core in his hand, then wrapped it up again and stuffed it back into his bosom.

I know what I'm doing.

Yang Guo stood up, walked to the cave entrance, and looked out at the pitch-black, silent valley.

He took out the black iron token he had taken from Shen Buyan from his pocket and tossed it twice in his hand as usual.

"Wushuang, Steward Cheng, come and take a look at this thing," Yang Guo said, turning around to greet the two of them.

Lu Wushuang had already finished her training and, upon hearing this, quickly stood up and went over.

Cheng Ying hesitated for a moment, but eventually followed along reluctantly.

Yang Guo casually handed the black iron plaque to Cheng Ying.

He said in a deep voice, "That old bastard has already confessed that the Mongols are currently colluding with traitors from White Camel Mountain."

"They are using the name of my godfather, Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, to recruit various evil sects and rogue individuals in the Guanzhong area."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang's eyes widened in surprise: "Husband, what are they planning to do by gathering these evil spirits and heretics?"

"I'm looking to pull off something big." Yang Guo sneered.

"The Golden Wheel Monk of Mongolia promised a high position, and they are preparing to set a deadly trap for Uncle Guo outside Xiangyang next month."

"Once I emerge from my seclusion, I will take this sign to their meeting place and see what they are really up to."

"If they dare to pull any tricks right under my nose, I'll skin them alive!"

Cheng Ying's expression immediately became extremely solemn.

"Master Guo's martial arts are unparalleled, and he has guarded Xiangyang for many years. If the Mongols want to deal with him, they will definitely come out in full force. But what exactly is the background of this Golden Wheel Monk?" Cheng Ying asked with a frown.

"This person is a top master of the Tibetan Tantric sect," Yang Guo explained. "That old monk practices the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, which grants him immense strength."

"Although Uncle Guo is powerful, he can't fight against many opponents. Moreover, the Mongolian spies have eliminated so many Quanzhen Sect spies in Guanzhong to prevent information from leaking out."

Yang Guo turned around and looked at the two women standing by the fire.

"So, we need to change our plans," Yang Guo said in a deep voice. "Let's not go to Xiangyang for now."

Lu Wushuang immediately became anxious: "Husband, if we don't go to Xiangyang first, won't Chief Huang and Hero Guo be in danger?"

"Let's stay at the Sword Tomb for now," Yang Guo said, pointing to the ground beneath his feet.

"Their talents will gather next month, so there's plenty of time. I need to go into seclusion here for a while to completely refine this snake king's inner core."

Yang Guo slowly clenched his fist, and his joints cracked loudly.

"My current strength is firmly at the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm, which is more than enough to deal with characters like Huo Du and Darba."

"But if we were to face an old monster like the Golden Wheel Monk who had mastered the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to a high level, a head-on confrontation would probably be quite difficult, not to mention that the other side also had so many Mongolian spies and evil sect rogues."

Yang Guo's tone revealed a ruthless edge: "The deadlock on Uncle Guo's side can't be broken just by talking."

"I must first improve my own strength so that when I go to Xiangyang, I can wipe out those Mongol barbarians!"