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

The waterfall roared as it crashed into the pool.

Cheng Ying sat cross-legged on the bluestone by the shore, her pink Taoist robe mostly wet and clinging tightly to her skin.

She watched Yang Guo struggling against the waterfall in the pool, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

But then, a deep sense of shame welled up inside her, causing the smile on her lips to freeze.

She raised her hand and gently touched her lower abdomen.

The mark of the Qiankun Technique was still burning hot.

The intense heat had mostly subsided, but a strange sense of peace and security had also arisen.

The walnut-sized ball of energy in his dantian circulated smoothly, and the innate true energy in his twelve meridians was several times more abundant than before.

She tried to circulate the Fallen Petals Heart Technique of Peach Blossom Island, but her true energy remained completely still.

Cheng Ying gave a bitter laugh, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.

This domineering true energy, just like her current absurd situation, leaves her no room for resistance whatsoever.

Agreeing to become Yang Guo's fiancée was a reluctant decision.

If it weren't for fulfilling her promise to her senior sister Huang Rong, why would a disciple of Peach Blossom Island stoop to this level?

But now, they are sinking deeper and deeper into it.

Yang Guo stood at the bottom of the waterfall, gripping his heavy sword with both hands and slashing upwards.

The sword's edge pierced the water curtain less than two inches before the person was shoved to the bottom of the pool by the immense water pressure.

He surfaced, shook the water from his hair, planted his heavy sword on the shore, and strode back.

"Butler Cheng."

Yang Guo stood shirtless in front of her, his whole body dripping wet.

Cheng Ying raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the firm muscle lines of his chest.

She seemed to have been burned and quickly turned her face away in a panic.

"What? Haven't you seen enough?"

Yang Guo reached out and pinched her chin, forcibly turning her face back.

Forced to look directly into those eyes that held a hint of wickedness, Cheng Ying's heart skipped a beat.

"Brother Yang, practicing swordsmanship is the most important thing."

Her voice was a little strained, with an uncontrollable slight tremor.

"I'm tired of practicing swordsmanship, so I want to find some fun."

Yang Guo's fingers slid down her neck, the tips still retaining a warm, damp temperature.

Cheng Ying jerked violently and slapped his hand away as if she had been electrocuted.

She glanced hastily at the open space in the distance.

Amidst the pile of rocks, her cousin Lu Wushuang was practicing her snake-like acrobatic movements, her body twisting and turning, completely unaware of the scene unfolding around her.

"Wushuang is still over there..."

Cheng Ying bit her lower lip, keeping her voice extremely low, afraid of disturbing her cousin who was far away.

"Let her practice."

Yang Guo chuckled and then brazenly reached out to touch her again.

Through the soaked Taoist robe, Cheng Ying could clearly feel the warmth of his palm.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and her fair neck also took on a blush.

She knew better than anyone else that Yang Guo truly loved his cousin, Wushuang.

As Wushuang's cousin, she was now being treated like a fiancée by him.

This act of betraying her cousin and stealing her boyfriend completely shattered the moral principles and sense of shame she had upheld since childhood.

A wave of intense shame overwhelmed her, making her wish she could disappear into the ground.

Yet, beneath this suffocating guilt, a kind of unspeakable thrill secretly arises.

It's like tasting forbidden fruit; the more sinful it is, the weaker you feel.

"Yang Guo".

Cheng Ying gripped his wrist tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh, her tone a mixture of pleading and forced coldness.

"If you keep doing this, I'm not talking to you anymore."

Yang Guo raised an eyebrow, leaned close to her ear, and his warm breath fell on her earlobe.

"Can you live without your brother?"

Cheng Ying bit her lip hard, her eyes instantly turning red, with tears welling up in them.

Half of it was the embarrassment of being exposed by him, and the other half was the depravity that even I despise.

Yang Guo stared at her for a couple of moments, then suddenly let go.

"Alright, alright, I'm going back to practicing my swordsmanship."

"If you're really feeling stifled, figure out a solution yourself."

Cheng Ying's cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"What am I holding back?"

You know the truth in your heart.

Yang Guo turned and walked towards the pool, waving his hand without looking back.

Cheng Ying grabbed a pebble from the side and threw it with a mixture of shame and indignation.

A pebble hit his broad back muscles, bounced, and fell into the water.

Yang Guo glanced back at her, grinned, and carried his heavy sword back under the waterfall.

Watching his retreating figure, Cheng Ying slumped back onto the bluestone, covering her burning cheeks with both hands.

Hearing the sounds of Wushuang practicing her martial arts in the distance, her chest heaved violently for a while.

The lingering sensation, a mixture of extreme shame and secret pleasure, lingered for a long time.

On an open space in the distance.

Lu Wushuang is locked in a fierce battle with a set of Snake-like Leaping Techniques.

After the meridians in her left leg were fully unblocked, the strength in both legs finally became balanced.

When I used to practice, my left leg would always unconsciously lag behind by half a beat, but now every step I take is steady and powerful.

"The seventy-second time."

She counted aloud as she moved through the pile of rocks.

The essence of the snake-like, flippery style lies in its gliding motion.

You should walk close to the ground like a snake, and when you encounter obstacles, you shouldn't crash into them head-on, but rather use their force to your advantage and slip through the gaps.

She practiced for an hour, and the back of her clothes was already soaked with sweat.

Strands of hair were stuck to her cheeks, making her look quite disheveled.

The eagle lay on the grass not far away, dozing off with its eyes half-closed.

Lu Wushuang stopped, panting heavily, bent over and braced himself on his knees, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"This broken movement technique is more tiring than cutting people down."

She muttered to herself and glanced up at the waterfall.

Yang Guo was standing under the waterfall, wielding his sword, his bare-chested figure appearing and disappearing in the mist.

Cheng Ying sat on the shore, standing there motionless.

Lu Wushuang pursed her lips, looked away, took a deep breath, and continued practicing.

She twisted her body to the left, stepping on the sharp edges of the rocks, and passed between two stones that were about half a person's height.

Then, he squatted and spun around, pushed off the ground with his right leg, and slid along the ground to the open space on the left.

Their movements were swift and efficient.

But just as she regained her footing, the eagle beside her suddenly opened its eyes.

The beast suddenly flapped its left wing.

A sudden gust of wind swept up from the ground.

Gravel, withered leaves, and sand were all hurled up and rained down on Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang felt a powerful force crashing into her from the side.

She had just finished her spin and hadn't even regained her balance when she was sent flying by the whirlwind.

Her body tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, landing on her back.

"you!"

Lu Wushuang leaped up from the ground, his body covered in mud and bits of grass.

The divine eagle raised its neck and let out a series of strange cries.

The voice sounded like someone was mocking them.

"What are you laughing at!"

Lu Wushuang was so angry that she trembled all over.

She drew the willow-leaf dagger from her waist.

The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and slashed down at the Divine Eagle.