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

After Yang Guo finished speaking, he bent down, supported her legs, and picked her up in his arms.

Cheng Ying stiffened and gripped his shoulders tightly with both hands.

"Brother Yang, put me down. Wushuang is still watching from the side."

"She's not blind, what's there to be afraid of?"

Yang Guo carried her and continued walking, his pace much faster than before.

"If you move again, I'll hang you from a tree and feed you to the snakes."

Cheng Ying shut her mouth and could only turn her face to the side.

The mountain wind blew her pink Taoist robe clinging to her body.

The jade flute at Yang Guo's waist gently touched his arm, producing a soft sound.

Yang Guo's arms were extremely steady, and he didn't even sway when walking on the rugged mountain path.

Cheng Ying pressed her face against his chest and could clearly hear his strong, powerful heartbeat.

The originally stagnant innate true energy within her body miraculously became smooth after coming into contact with the pure yang energy emanating from Yang Guo.

That's the domineering nature of the Qiankun Technique.

It forcibly bound Cheng Ying to her foundation, making it impossible for her to move an inch without Yang Guo, yet she craved his nourishment when she was close to him.

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth and forced her attention to the surrounding terrain.

The pride of the Peach Blossom Island disciples would never allow her to be reduced to a mindless vassal.

She forced herself to deduce the Qimen formation ahead, trying to stay rational in this way.

Lu Wushuang felt a lump in his throat as he watched, and leaned closer, carrying his curved sword.

"My husband, my leg has only just recovered, and I get tired after walking for a long time."

"Your leg has just had its meridians opened up, so you need to walk around more."

Yang Guo didn't stop walking, and didn't even glance at her.

"Stop slacking off. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll give you the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword to carry."

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth: "Favoritism."

"So what if I'm biased?"

Yang Guo glanced at her.

"If you can hit a snake's eye with a throwing knife from thirty feet away, I'll hug you too."

Lu Wushuang's eyes lit up: "The truth?"

"The truth."

Yang Guo said.

"If you miss, clean the heavy sword three times tonight. And wash it thoroughly with spring water."

Lu Wushuang's newly sparked interest was suppressed, and she muttered under her breath:

"What kind of husband is so bossy? He even makes me clean his sword."

Cheng Ying nestled in Yang Guo's arms, listening to her cousin's humiliation. Just as a slight smile appeared on her lips, Yang Guo caught her red-handed when he looked down.

"Butler Cheng, you look quite pleased with yourself."

Cheng Ying quickly composed herself: "I was watching where I was going."

"You can see right into my arms? Did Peach Blossom Island teach you that skill?"

Cheng Ying gently punched his shoulder, with very little force.

"Brother Yang, take care of yourself and stop saying such irresponsible things."

"For my own good?"

Yang Guo asked.

Cheng Ying was speechless for a long time before finally saying, "Yes."

The three of them walked for a while longer.

The trees ahead became fewer, and the ground became more gravelly.

The footprints were intermittent in the mud, but they all pointed in the same direction.

Cheng Ying raised her head and carefully examined the mountain's shape.

"Brother Yang, this path leads to the outside of the snake cave. Further ahead, there's a narrow opening formed by two mountain walls."

She pointed to two dark figures ahead.

"Last night I surveyed the water flow here. The waterfall is to the west, belonging to the metal element of the trigram Dui. The snake's lair is to the east, residing in the wood element of the trigram Zhen."

"An underground current flows through the south side, which is associated with the fire element, creating a chaotic situation where water and fire are not in harmony."

"That narrow opening is perfectly positioned in the center. The airflow swirls within it. When flute or whistle sounds enter, they are deflected by the stone wall, amplifying their power."

Yang Guo stopped in his tracks: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Cheng Ying answered very quickly this time.

"That narrow opening can be used to hide, and it can also amplify sounds. If someone were to use sound magic to drive away snakes, that would be the most suitable place."

Lu Wushuang's expression changed: "Snake repellent?"

Her biggest fear is snakes.

When she was wandering the world, she was bitten by a poisonous snake in a dilapidated temple, and the cold, slippery sensation still makes her nauseous.

Her palms were covered in cold sweat as she gripped the knife, and her steps involuntarily slowed by half a beat.

Yang Guo put Cheng Ying down and reached out to press on her lower back.

A stream of true energy from the Qiankun Technique flowed into her body.

The pure Yang energy flowed straight up the Du meridian, protecting her heart meridian.

"Keep your breath steady. If you hear strange noises later, don't circulate your energy randomly. First, focus on the center of your chest, then on your lower abdomen."

Cheng Ying nodded.

She sensed that the true energy circulated within her body, suppressing the previously chaotic innate internal energy back into her meridians.

It's unpleasant to be controlled by others, but in times of crisis, this mark can protect her.

This contradictory feeling forced her to silently close her eyes and regulate her breathing.

Yang Guo turned to Lu Wushuang:

"You go first. Don't be reckless. When you hear the flute, cover your eardrums and use the Snake-like Leopard technique to swoop along the stone wall."

Lu Wushuang gripped the curved blade tightly: "I understand."

She glanced at Yang Guo, who was walking behind her.

This man once used his scalding inner energy to help her unblock her crippled left leg, pulling her out of the abyss of disability.

With him around, she would dare to brave anything, not just a few poisonous snakes, but even mountains of knives and seas of fire.

Yang Guo took the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword off his shoulder, its tip hanging slanted down.

The heavy sword had no edge, yet its weight caused the stone surface beneath their feet to creak softly.

Once you reach the Innate Realm, there's a secret rule when experts fight.

If you can scout ahead without using weapons, then do not use weapons.

Once a weapon is drawn, the energy will be revealed first, making it easy for the opponent to detect the truth.

But Yang Guo was different.

His heavy sword follows the principle of overcoming skill with brute force, so concealing one's inner energy is not very meaningful.

If you really encounter an enemy, a single sword strike is more effective than any probing attack.

The greatsword itself is made of special material; the black iron has its own natural magnetic field, which can disrupt the surrounding energy.

After passing through several crooked ancient trees, the two mountain walls appeared before the three of them.

The crevices between the mountain walls are extremely narrow and very damp.

The fishy smell wafted out with the wind, making people nauseous.

There were drag marks on the ground, and several Bosphorus snake carcasses broken in two.

The snake's body was still twitching, and the wound was black, indicating that it had died after being poisoned by a venomous creature.

Lu Wushuang felt a chill run down her spine, but she didn't back down.

Yang Guo bent down and glanced at the snake corpse:

"It wasn't a sword wound, nor a knife wound. The cut was uneven; it was broken off by a violent impact."

Cheng Ying squatted down and used her jade flute to remove the soil next to the snake's head.

"There was a pinhole at seven inches, very fine."

The pinhole was as fine as a hair, and could not be detected without careful examination.

The flesh around the needle hole was completely necrotic, showing an eerie purplish-black color.

Yang Guo narrowed his eyes.

"Using poison needles to control snakes, then driving them away with sonic attacks. Those bastards from White Camel Mountain certainly have a lot of tricks up their sleeves."

He extended his finger and touched the wound on the snake carcass from a distance.

A wisp of true energy probed in, only to be immediately corroded by a sinister force.

That force climbed upwards along with the true qi, attempting to penetrate Yang Guo's meridians.

Yang Guo snorted coldly, exerted his power from his dantian, and forcefully dispersed the poisonous gas.

"Pure Yin poison, specifically designed to break through the body's protective Qi. The poison applied to this needle has been simmering for at least forty-nine days."

Yang Guo withdrew his finger and wiped off the venom on the stone wall.

"The successors of White Camel Mountain have a real knack for studying toxicology. It's a pity they've used it in the wrong place."

Lu Wushuang swallowed hard.

"Husband, how many snakes will be inside?"

Are you scared?

"Who's afraid? I'm just asking so it'll be easier to chop it up later."

Yang Guo didn't expose her, but instead flicked a small pebble into the crevice.

The pebble rolled a few times after landing, but there was no other movement.

"Walk."

The three of them moved quietly, groping their way in along the stone wall.

The further you go in, the stronger the fishy smell becomes.

There were traces of snake scales scraping the stone wall, and many messy marks were pressed into the wet mud on the ground.

The footprints of the visitor's leather boots were among them; his strides were still large, and his direction remained unchanged.

Cheng Ying walked behind Yang Guo, her fingers gripping the hem of his clothes.

The three-step limit prevented her from going too far away.

But at that moment, she was actually glad that she was nearby.

Yang Guo's aura blocked the way, greatly reducing the chill in the mountain crevice.

Lu Wushuang suddenly raised her hand in front of her: "There's a sound."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a high-pitched flute melody came from the depths of the valley ahead.

The flute music was intermittent, starting very softly.

After entering the ear, it drills further in along the meridians.

The sound waves resonated with the mountain wall, forming invisible ripples that specifically attacked the martial artist's mind.

The sound of the flute is not just a simple sound, but a sound wave that carries internal energy.

It crashed against the stone wall, layer upon layer, turning the narrow opening into a natural killing formation.

Lu Wushuang's shoulders slumped, and the curved sword in her hand almost slipped from her grasp.

A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I nearly collapsed to the ground.

Cheng Ying was more severely affected.

She had just entered the Innate Realm, and her internal energy was already weak, further constrained by the Qiankun Technique mark.

As soon as the flute music entered her ears, the two streams of true energy within her dantian began to clash with each other.

His knees buckled, and he fell forward.

Yang Guo reached out and supported her, placing his palm on her back.

"Don't use the Peach Blossom Island's cultivation method. Use the Qiankun Technique I taught you for half a cycle."

Cheng Ying bit her lip and followed his instructions to breathe.

The turbulent internal energy flowed along the Ren and Du meridians and finally calmed down.

Lu Wushuang leaned against the stone wall, raised her hand to seal two acupoints behind her ears, and her face turned much paler.

"My lord, this tune is extremely strange."

Yang Guo held the heavy sword horizontally in front of his chest.

The red and black primordial energy beads in his dantian circulated rapidly, blocking the disturbing demonic sound from his body.

The air around Yang Guo swirled slightly due to the surge of his inner energy, forming an invisible protective shield.

The sharp, delicate flute notes struck the protective cover, producing a fine cracking sound, like porcelain shattering on a bluestone slab.

He flicked his wrist as he gripped the heavy sword.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword weighs seventy or eighty jin (approximately 35-40 kg) and has a wide blade.

He infused his true energy into the sword, and the unique material of the black iron emitted a series of low humming sounds under the stimulation of his true energy.

The deep, resonant hum perfectly countered the shrill flute sound.

The two sound waves collided in mid-air, creating a visible shockwave.

"This is called the Soul-Sealing Melody of Ten Thousand Poisons."

Yang Guo gave a cold laugh.

"Looks like we've run into someone we know."