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

Lu Wushuang squatted in the muddy ground, the hairs on the back of his body standing on end.

She used a twig to measure the deep, pit-like footprint; it was about an inch and a half deep.

She looked at the footprints she had just made; they were just a shallow layer, easily covered by a gust of wind.

In this desolate wilderness, there isn't even a ghost in sight. Where did these footprints come from?

The stride was a full five or six feet long, and only the balls of the feet touched the ground.

This indicates that the person who left the footprints was using extremely high-level light-footed skills to travel, without stopping at all.

Lu Wushuang knew the dangers of the martial world. When the Lu family was wiped out, the assassins' footsteps were just as light and swift, making no sound at all when they stepped on the tiles.

She carefully laid the fallen leaves back down, her palms sweating profusely.

She didn't dare to delay, and scrambled to her feet, running back to the cave along the same path.

After running a couple of steps, she found that her left leg was generating power steadily and accurately, which made her feel much more at ease.

Her legs were no longer a burden; the internal energy of the Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian (a martial arts manual) flowed through her meridians, giving her unprecedented confidence.

She recalled the days and nights when Yang Guo helped her heal her legs.

Those calloused hands pressed down on her atrophied calf muscles again and again, forcibly opening up the blocked acupoints with their scalding internal energy.

That heart-wrenching torment was exchanged for a new life she never dared to dream of in her entire life.

At the Quanzhen Sect's martial arts arena, Yang Guo kicked Zhao Zhiyuan, who had mocked her for being crippled, flying away.

In front of hundreds of Taoist priests, he protected her, this wild girl with no official status.

With Yang Guo around, who cares who he is? We'll fight him if necessary.

She gritted her teeth and moved with serpentine, nimble steps, silently traversing the woods.

This life now belongs to Yang Guo.

No matter how many women he has, no matter how much he insults her, she's determined to stay with him for life.

Even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, she would still stand in front of Yang Guo.

Inside the cave, the fire crackled and popped.

Yang Guo leaned against the stone wall, his two long legs casually stretched out.

Cheng Ying sat between his legs, her back against his chest.

This was a rule set by Yang Guo; everyone had to stay within three steps of him.

Cheng Ying had tried to resist before, but the resulting surge of true energy in her dantian nearly severed her meridians.

Now she's learned her lesson and sticks it on completely.

The pink Taoist robe she was wearing was already dry, but the collar was wide open.

She wasn't wearing a bellyband underneath; only a section of her fair neck and collarbone was exposed.

Yang Guo's large hand encircled her slender waist and rested on her flat stomach, his palm facing the mark of the Qiankun Technique.

"What are you hiding from?"

Yang Guo held Cheng Ying tightly in his arms.

Cheng Ying's body felt weak, and her breathing became erratic.

She pressed down hard on Yang Guo's hands, trying to pull the mischievous hand away, but she couldn't muster any strength at all.

"Brother Yang, Wushuang will be back soon."

Cheng Ying lowered her voice, which sounded somewhat pleading.

"So what if you're coming back?"

Yang Guo leaned close to her ear, his hot breath seeping into it.

"Both Master Guo and Chief Huang have given their approval for you to be their fiancée. Who can stop us from being intimate?"

Cheng Ying bit her lower lip hard.

She knew perfectly well that admitting to being his fiancée at the Xiangyang Marshal's Mansion was out of desperation.

The one Yang Guo truly doted on was Lu Wushuang, who was practicing martial arts outside.

But it is precisely this understanding that makes her feel an inexplicable and exciting sensation when Yang Guo holds her in his arms.

My cousin is suffering outside, while I'm being played with by him here.

The illusion of having an affair behind someone's back made her cheeks turn so red they almost bled.

"You're a scoundrel."

Cheng Ying muttered a curse under her breath, but her voice was soft and weak, sounding utterly intimidating.

"Not only is my brother a scoundrel, he also likes to force people to buy or sell things."

Yang Guo took the opportunity to roll over and pin her firmly against the stone wall.

Rough fingertips traced her waistline upwards, slipping effortlessly into her open Taoist robe.

Cheng Ying tilted her head back, the back of her head against the cold stone wall, and a suppressed moan escaped her throat.

Yang Guo's breath sprayed onto her collarbone, causing her to tremble.

"Butler Cheng, where did your previous aloofness go?"

Yang Guo chuckled softly.

"Why is it so soft now, like a puddle of water?"

Tears welled up in Cheng Ying's eyes. Humiliation and pleasure intertwined, making it impossible for her to utter a complete sentence.

She could only bite Yang Guo's shoulder tightly, trying to relieve the surging heat within her body.

As Huang Yaoshi's last disciple, she was proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and was always in a position to control the overall situation.

But ever since she met Yang Guo, her prized Qimen Dunjia skills became useless, and her pride was trampled underfoot.

Now even this body has become an object that the other party can take at will.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the cave.

Cheng Ying trembled with fright, and with all her might, she pulled Yang Guo's hand away, frantically tugging at her collar.

Lu Wushuang rushed into the cave, panting heavily, her chest heaving.

She immediately spotted Cheng Ying, disheveled and pressed against Yang Guo, her face as red as a ripe apple.

The disheveled Taoist robe and the rapid breathing made it clear to even a fool what had just happened.

Lu Wushuang pouted, feeling a pang of jealousy.

She threw the willow-leaf dagger to the ground with a crisp "clang".

What are you two doing?

Lu Wushuang crossed her arms and glared down at them.

"I was being bullied to the point of rolling on the ground by that dead bird outside, while you, cousin, are hiding here enjoying your life."

"Your cousin said she was cold, so I'll warm her up."

Yang Guo leaned back against the stone wall without any shame and casually patted Cheng Ying's shapely buttocks.

Cheng Ying was filled with shame and indignation, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground, yet she dared not stray more than three steps from Yang Guo.

She could only lower her head and pretend to straighten her clothes, not daring to lift her head even once.

Don't give me that.

Lu Wushuang walked over quickly, grabbed the water pouch, and took a big gulp.

Something's happened.

Yang Guo sat up straight, his lazy expression disappearing.

"What's wrong?"

"There are footprints by the stream."

Lu Wushuang wiped the water stains from the corner of her mouth.

"It was huge, with a stride of five or six feet, and only the balls of its feet touched the ground, sinking an inch and a half into the mud. Those were the marks left by the Leap Technique."

Yang Guo raised his eyebrows.

With the forefoot landing, one can sink an inch and a half into the mud and maintain a stride of five or six feet.

Such mastery of lightness skill is something that ordinary martial arts practitioners could never achieve.

Are the footprints fresh?

Yang Guo pressed on with a deep voice.

"It's brand new; the mud on the edges isn't even dry yet. It was definitely stepped on just tonight."

Lu Wushuang spoke urgently.

"I covered it with dead leaves; I didn't disturb the scene."

Yang Guo reached out and patted Lu Wushuang's thigh.

"Well done, you've made progress."

Lu Wushuang was so pleased with the compliment that she almost wagged her tail in the air, and she even gave Cheng Ying a smug look.

That look clearly said: Look, I can help my husband with important matters, while you can only flaunt your charms here.

Cheng Ying was furious, but she couldn't refute him, so she could only grit her teeth and swallow her anger.

"Let's go take a look."

Yang Guo stood up and casually pulled out the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword stuck in the ground.

Cheng Ying also stood up, straightened her clothes, and obediently followed Yang Guo on the left.

The three of them walked out of the cave. The moonlight outside was pale, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

The Divine Condor was still sleeping in the tree. Yang Guo didn't wake it, after all, the beast was too noisy and might alert the enemy.

Following the path to the stream, Lu Wushuang crouched down and carefully brushed away the layers of dead leaves covering the mud, revealing the clear footprint.

Yang Guo squatted down beside him and held up two fingers to trace the edge of the footprint.

"The soles have patterns; they're not ordinary straw sandals or cloth shoes, but leather boots that people from outside the Great Wall love to wear."

Yang Guo stood up and brushed the dirt off his hands.

"Someone from outside the Great Wall?"

Cheng Ying stood half a step to his side and asked in a low voice.

"A spy for the Mongol army?"

"The Mongol army's lightness skills weren't that high."

Yang Guo looked in the direction the footprints extended.

"With this level of internal energy cultivation, one is at least a master of the Innate Realm."

"We killed Leng Feng and crippled Wang Zhaoxing at Tongguan, and we also wiped out 72 secret agents in Xiangyang. Someone will have to settle this score eventually."

Lu Wushuang drew the willow-leaf dagger from his waist, its blade gleaming brightly in the moonlight.

"Husband, should we go after them?"

Yang Guo glanced at the dense forest ahead, where there were no stars or moon.

The other party sneaked into this desolate mountain wilderness alone, with a very clear objective.

They either came for them or for the treasures in the Sword Tomb.

"Chase."

Yang Guo carried the heavy sword on his shoulder.

"No matter who he is, now that he's right under our noses, we need to figure out whether he's a friend or foe."