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

The Divine Eagle stomped its feet on the ground, flapped its huge wings, and soared into the air.

The resulting violent wind pressure once again knocked Lu Wushuang to the ground.

The scimitar flew out of his hand and landed with a clang in the pile of rocks.

Lu Wushuang lay flat on the ground in the mud, his mouth full of dirt.

The eagle landed steadily in front of her, tilted its big head, and once again let out that gurgling, mocking sound from its throat.

"You just wait!"

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth and got up, haphazardly wiping the mud off her face, then crouched down and quietly slipped away to the side.

She circled around to the side and behind the Divine Eagle, taking extremely light steps, holding her breath and not making a sound.

Surely a snake-like, flipper-like movement technique would be effective against a large eagle?

She secretly rejoiced, and seizing the opportunity, she suddenly thrust out her knife, aiming straight for the eagle's buttocks.

To everyone's surprise, the Divine Eagle didn't even turn its head. Instead, it kicked backward with its right leg, and a brute force slammed into it from its claws.

Before Lu Wushuang's blade could even touch the eagle's feathers, he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

This time the force was more than twice as strong as before, and she rolled five or six times on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

The scimitar flew out of his hand again.

The Divine Eagle lowered its head, picked up the willow-leaf dagger, spread its enormous wings, and soared into the sky with a whoosh.

It leaped over the layers of tree canopy and landed on a thick branch of an old locust tree, firmly pressing the curved blade under its claws.

"You damned, hairy beast, give it back to me!"

Lu Wushuang rushed to the tree and started cursing loudly.

The eagle shifted its body on the branch, finding a more comfortable position, then buried its head under its wings and slowly groomed itself.

Enraged, Lu Wushuang picked up a stone and threw it upwards with all her might.

Unfortunately, the pebble bounced off the tree trunk and was still quite a distance from the Divine Eagle.

She was still not giving up, so she grabbed a handful of pebbles and started throwing them at the tree one after another.

The eagle stopped preening itself, raised its head, and scratched its rump with the tip of its wing.

Then it slowly turned around, positioned its rear end facing Lu Wushuang under the tree, and suddenly gave a jerk.

A huge cloud of bird droppings came crashing down on them.

Lu Wushuang let out a strange cry and hurriedly dodged.

Bird droppings landed with a thud on the ground, and the splashed juice eventually got onto her shoes.

"Yang Guo!"

Tears welled in her eyes with anger. "You better control this wretched bird of yours!"

From the distant waterfall, Yang Guo's teasing voice drifted over:

"That's your personal feud, it's none of my business."

Lu Wushuang stomped her feet angrily and decided to squat under the tree roots and wait for the rabbit to come to her.

The setting sun gradually sank behind the western mountains.

Lu Wushuang squatted under the tree until her legs went numb. She threw away all the pebbles she had picked up, but didn't even manage to touch a single hair on the eagle's head.

She had finished drinking the water in the kettle and her stomach was growling with hunger, but the willow-leaf scimitar was firmly pinned down by the eagle, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach it.

"If you're so tough, you feathered beast, then don't come down today!"

She tilted her head back and cursed again.

The eagle in the tree merely yawned slowly.

By the time the cold moon peeked out from behind the clouds, Lu Wushuang was exhausted and didn't even have the energy to curse.

She slumped down against the thick tree trunk.

The eagle seemed to have had enough of its antics. It loosened its claws, and the willow-leaf-shaped blade fell from the tree with a clang, landing right in the pile of stones at her feet.

Lu Wushuang reached out and picked up the curved sword, carefully wiping the dirt off the blade.

Then, she quietly rolled up her trouser legs.

The bright moonlight shone on her left leg.

This leg had been lame for more than ten years, with the ankle twisted and turned outward, so he always walked with a limp.

Back in Niujia Village, the street hooligans would always chase after her, calling her "Little Cripple."

Although she was so angry that she drew her sword to chase after him, she couldn't catch up because of her leg injury.

Even though her swordsmanship ranks among the top five of her generation, she always feels that she will never become a normal person again in this lifetime.

From childhood, her biggest fear was people staring at her legs.

Those looks, tinged with pity or mockery, always made her wish she could wrap ten layers of thick cloth around her feet and hide her entire legs in the shadows.

But now, everything is different.

Lu Wushuang slowly straightened her left leg, her gaze moving down her knee little by little.

The calf muscles are well-proportioned and strong, the ankles are back in place, and both legs are aligned when they are together on the ground.

She tried to tense her insteps, repeatedly bending and straightening them.

These movements, which I never dared to imagine before, are now incredibly smooth to do, and I no longer experience that excruciating pain from my muscles being pulled.

She gently poked her calf with her finger.

The skin and flesh are firm, and you can clearly feel the hard muscle blocks inside.

Her eyes reddened without warning.

A hot tear fell onto the back of my hand with a soft thud.

"Son of a bitch……"

She sobbed softly, burying her face in her knees.

That bastard Yang Guo always tries to take advantage of her with his words, and his language is incredibly venomous.

She would bully her in front of her cousin at the drop of a hat, either complaining that her cooking was bad or laughing at her for being a kitchen maid.

But it was this bastard who expended a lot of his true energy to clear her meridians, and even generously taught her the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual.

When those scoundrels from the Quanzhen Sect tried to bully her, he subdued them in front of hundreds of people, making them kneel and beg for mercy.

Yang Guo saved her life, and he pulled her leg back from the brink of disability by clearing her meridians and massaging her repeatedly.

Lu Wushuang buried her face in her knees, her shoulders twitching violently for a while before calming down.

She looked up, and the cold moonlight shone on her tear-streaked face.

She gripped the hilt of the willow-leaf dagger tightly, her knuckles turning pale from the force.

This life now belongs to Yang Guo.

No matter how many women are around him, or how sharp his tongue is, she's determined to stay with him for life.

Lu Wushuang took a deep breath and hastily wiped away the tears on her face.

She wiped her nose with her sleeve, shakily stood up, and walked to the stream.

She wanted to sip some water, but as soon as she squatted down, she froze.

A row of footprints appeared prominently on the muddy ground by the stream.

The strides were enormous, with each footprint at least five or six feet apart.

The toes sank very deep, while the heels only lightly grazed the ground.

Lu Wushuang's pupils suddenly contracted.

She reached out and carefully measured the depth of the footprints with her fingertips, then compared them with the tracks she had made.

The footprint was more than twice as deep as hers, with the toes sinking into the mud at least an inch and a half deep.

To be able to use such lightness skill, one must be at least a master at the Innate Realm or above.

Only the balls of the feet touch the ground; this is the standard footwork for a leaping jump.

Her heart started racing uncontrollably. In this desolate wilderness, how could there be a fourth person besides Yang Guo, her cousin, and herself?

Moreover, this person possessed extremely high lightness skills, and the footprints were still very fresh, with the edges not blown away by the wind, and no dust settled on the muddy surface.

It was clearly stepped on just tonight.

Lu Wushuang bent down and casually picked up a handful of withered leaves from the ground.

She covered the footprints with layers of dead leaves, making sure they were completely covered and leaving no trace.

She didn't even bother to drink the water. Holding her breath, she stood up and quietly took a few steps in the direction of the footprints.

The trail of footprints stretched eastward into the depths of the dense forest.