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

The fire inside the cave was burning brightly.

The pine branches burst open in the fire, releasing a few scattered sparks.

Yang Guo carried Cheng Ying back to the fire and laid her flat on the ground covered with dry grass.

Cheng Ying had no strength left; her legs were still weak and trembling.

The two of them made a lot of noise on the bluestone deep inside the cave.

The ties of her bodice, which she wore close to her body, were torn off by Yang Guo, and now her pink Taoist robe was loosely draped over her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white collarbone.

Lu Wushuang watched from the side, feeling incredibly envious.

My cousin looked radiant and breathless; anyone with eyes could tell what had just happened inside.

Lu Wushuang poked at the embers with a twig, deliberately drawing out her tone.

"My cousin is so delicate. Even taking medicine requires her husband to carry her in and 'teach' her. If she stays in there for another hour or two, she probably won't be able to walk anymore."

Cheng Ying felt a burning sensation all over her body from these sarcastic words.

She came from a respectable family and valued etiquette above all else.

Now that her cousin has exposed this to her face, she wishes she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

She quickly reached out and grabbed the collar of her Taoist robe, trying to cover her exposed chest.

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo strode over and slapped Lu Wushuang's thigh with his large hand, making a crisp sound.

"Stop causing trouble here."

Yang Guo tapped her forehead and laughed, scolding her:

"Your cousin just had a close call with death inside. The cold energy from that snake gall almost froze all her meridians to death. I risked expending my own energy to bring her back. And you, you little hussy, are here getting jealous."

Lu Wushuang felt a numbness in her thigh after being slapped.

She wasn't annoyed at all. She leaned to the side and snuggled into Yang Guo's arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and rubbing her face against his chest.

"Husband, please don't scold me. I just feel sorry for you working so hard."

She raised her head, her watery eyes fixed on Yang Guo's chin.

"I want to help too, but my internal strength isn't enough. If I force it, I'll only hold them back."

This statement is very profound.

The words "forced" came out of her mouth in a coquettish and affected tone, the implications of which only she herself knew.

Yang Guo didn't respond, but simply reached out and ruffled her hair twice as a way of comforting her.

Cheng Ying lay on the hay and turned her head away, refusing to look at the two of them sticking together.

She closed her eyes and began to examine her internal dantian.

The walnut-sized ball of energy circulated smoothly, its internal energy several times stronger than before.

Now that her Ren and Du meridians are fully open, the true energy in her twelve meridians flows on its own, without any need for deliberate stimulation.

This is the innate realm.

Which disciple on Peach Blossom Island didn't cultivate diligently for decades before daring to even dream of reaching this threshold?

And she actually overcame it overnight.

But what will be the cost?

The path of the energy flow was not the Falling Petals Heart Method of Peach Blossom Island at all, but rather followed the trajectory of Yang Guo's Qiankun Technique in circles.

The two techniques were twisted into one in the dantian.

She tried to use the methods taught by Huang Yaoshi to reverse the course of events.

But as soon as it moved, the energy ball vibrated in resistance, and a soreness and distension immediately came from the acupoint.

Cheng Ying immediately stopped.

She understood completely.

On the surface, this man was saving her life, but in reality, he was using the snake gall venom as a weapon to completely overhaul the foundation of her martial arts from the inside out.

From now on, her internal strength foundation can only rely on Yang Guo's Qiankun Technique.

Once separated from him, one's cultivation will completely collapse, returning to its original state.

This method is even more ruthless than the cold poison.

Cheng Ying bit her lower lip tightly.

The force was so great that a trace of blood seeped onto his lips.

In her mind, only one sentence remained:

I'm completely doomed by this nemesis in this lifetime.

……

The next morning.

The cave was still filled with the burnt smell of charcoal from the previous night's fire.

The eagle in the corner snorted, shifted into a more comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

Cheng Ying was awakened by the intense heat.

To be precise, I was awakened by a scalding hot hand.

She slowly opened her eyes.

What comes into view is a sturdy chest.

The muscles were rock hard, and the skin was frighteningly hot.

Yang Guo's thick arm was across her slender waist, his palm resting unruly on her shapely buttocks.

Cheng Ying's mind went blank for a moment.

The scenes from last night flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

The extreme cold of the blue snake gall, the extreme heat of the Qiankun Technique's true energy.

Chest to chest, meridians intertwined.

The two of them tossed and turned on that cold blue stone for most of the night.

She subconsciously glanced down at herself.

The pink Taoist robe loosely covered only half of her body, leaving most of her shoulder exposed.

The white bodice had long since broken its ties and was haphazardly piled inside the collar, the fabric wrinkled and revealing nothing of her private parts.

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth, stretched out two slender fingers to pinch Yang Guo's wrist, and tried to move it outward little by little.

No sooner had his hand been moved away than Yang Guo mumbled something in his sleep and then reached back in with his large hand.

This time, his palm slid upwards by half a palm's width.

Cheng Ying was so embarrassed she almost cried out.

She held her breath tightly, her body as stiff as a wooden board.

On the other side, Lu Wushuang was lying on her side, her two arms tightly wrapped around Yang Guo's right arm, one of her snow-white thighs draped over his lower abdomen, and a trace of glistening drool hanging from the corner of her mouth, sleeping soundly.

Faced with such an absurd situation.

Cheng Ying cursed three times in her heart.

She very gently pulled up the collar of her Taoist robe and tied it into a knot haphazardly.

At this moment, she didn't care whether her clothes were neat or beautiful; as long as they could cover up the full bloom of spring, that was enough.

She desperately needed to get some fresh air; her mind was a complete mess.

Cheng Ying tiptoed to her feet.

Her bare feet stepped on the cold stone slabs, and the soles of her feet shivered from the cold.

first step.

The energy field in my dantian was still circulating steadily.

The second step.

When she was about two feet away from Yang Guo, she felt a sense of emptiness at her Qihai acupoint.

The true energy flowing through the meridians instantly became extremely sluggish, like paste in winter that could not be circulated at all.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Cheng Ying frowned, stubbornly refusing to believe it, and took the third step.

Just three steps away.

The ball of energy in his dantian stopped spinning instantly.

The surging internal energy within the twelve meridians immediately lost its center and began to run rampant within the body.

A tearing pain shot through my chest, and I felt a tightness in my throat, unable to breathe.

In just two breaths, all her strength was drained away.

Cheng Ying's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the cold stone slab with a thud.

My knee slammed hard against the stone surface, scraping off a patch of skin and sending a burning, stinging pain through me.

She barely managed to support herself on the ground with her hands, her forehead covered in cold sweat, her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath, looking as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

At that moment, she finally understood completely.

Her foundation in martial arts is now inextricably linked to Yang Guo's.

Before one's realm is completely stable, as long as one is more than three steps away from him, the meridians in one's body will completely go berserk.

This is even more vicious than wearing physical shackles.

At least the shackles are visible and tangible; at worst, you can saw them off.

But this invisible constraint was directly created within her meridians; what could she use to saw it off? And what could she use to break free?

The commotion on the ground startled Lu Wushuang awake.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up, immediately spotting Cheng Ying slumped on the stone slab three steps away.

At this moment, Cheng Ying's face was ashen, and there was still bright red blood seeping from her knees.

"cousin."

Lu Wushuang crossed her arms and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"What are you doing lying on the ground so early in the morning? Practicing some kind of toad kung fu?"

Cheng Ying felt weak and limp all over.

The reversed flow of true energy surged through her meridians, causing her back to be instantly soaked with cold sweat from the pain.

She gritted her teeth, braced herself with her hands on the ground, and forced her weak body to turn around.

"I'm going out for some fresh air."

Her voice trembled violently, and her simple sentence was broken into three parts.

Lu Wushuang tilted his head, sizing her up, and chuckled:

"Take a breath? Cousin, you can barely stand, how are you going to breathe? Are you going to breathe with your mouth pressed against the ground?"

She reached out her finger and poked Yang Guo's cheek, who was still "sleeping" beside her, before turning to look at Cheng Ying.

"Cousin, you're so delicate! My husband only helped you get rid of some cold poison, and you can't even take a single step?"

Lu Wushuang sneered, her voice soft, but every word was like a needle pricking.

"Look at the way you're crawling back, you're clinging to your husband even tighter than I am."

The last trace of color drained from Cheng Ying's face in an instant.

She was the last disciple of Peach Blossom Island and the direct successor of Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic.

From childhood to adulthood, she always strived to be the best in everything, whether it was poetry, calligraphy, painting, music, or chess.

When he goes out on a normal day, he stands taller than anyone else.

But now?

She was kneeling and crawling on the ground in such a pathetic state in front of her cousin, who was two years younger than her.

The mere three steps were enough to make her unable to move an inch, and she even had to crawl back to the man's side like a stray dog.

Seeing Cheng Ying frozen in place, Lu Wushuang continued her nagging:

"My cousin's voice was so clear last night; I could hear it perfectly clearly at the cave entrance. It was truly melodious and captivating. Why is she pretending to be so reserved now?"

That statement is sharper than a knife.

Cheng Ying's eyes instantly reddened, and she gripped the cracks in the ground with both hands, her fingernails filled with dirt.

However, the excruciating pain in the meridians inside the body had already begun to spread wildly.

The location of the Tanzhong acupoint feels as if it is being constantly pierced by steel needles, and each piercing is excruciatingly painful.

Her limbs gradually grew cold, and she could no longer even bend her fingers.

She had no way out.

Cheng Ying could only grit her teeth and use her hands to support herself on the ground, inching her way back.

Two steps.

step.

The moment she pressed herself against Yang Guo's side again, the intense, pure Yang energy emanating from him enveloped her like a tidal wave.

The stagnant energy cluster in the dantian sensed this familiar aura, trembled slightly, and slowly began to circulate again.

The excruciating pain raging through my meridians gradually subsided.

Cheng Ying slumped weakly against Yang Guo's shoulder, a single tear of humiliation silently sliding down her cheek.