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

The crevices in the mountain wall are extremely narrow.

Yang Guo walked in the middle, his Xuan Tie Heavy Sword slung diagonally over his shoulder.

The stone walls on both sides were covered with slippery moss and emitted an unpleasant earthy smell.

This place is perpetually shrouded in darkness, and the underground atmosphere is extremely cold and gloomy.

If an ordinary martial artist were to forcibly circulate their true energy here, their meridians would be easily corroded by the cold poison.

From time to time, murky water droplets fell from the top of the crevice, hitting the rocks with a monotonous dripping sound.

This cramped and oppressive environment can easily make people irritable and even cause hallucinations.

Yang Guo's Nine Yin True Qi circulated within his body, forming a barely perceptible protective aura on his skin, keeping the cold, yin energy and turbid water droplets at least three feet away.

Cheng Ying walked to Yang Guo's left.

The gap was too narrow, and in order not to break the rule of the three-step limit, she could only press herself tightly against Yang Guo's body.

The two men's arms and legs rubbed together, creating a strange sensation.

Cheng Ying secretly groaned.

She wanted to move aside, but the stone wall was icy cold, and moving even half an inch made her bones ache from the cold.

If you move closer to Yang Guo, it will burn you badly.

With each step, the outside of his thigh brushed against his leg, sending a tingling sensation up his waist from the point of contact, making both legs feel weak.

She could clearly feel the warmth emanating from Yang Guo.

This aura was particularly noticeable in the cold, damp cracks in the rocks, which made her tense mind relax a little.

Yang Guo casually put his left arm around Cheng Ying's slender waist, and gently pressed his five fingers against her waist through the thin pink Taoist robe.

He knew what was going on.

Cheng Ying had just entered the Innate Realm and was walking on this cold and yin earth vein, so his foundation could be shaken apart by external forces at any time.

He placed his hand near Cheng Ying's Mingmen acupoint on her waist, so that he could send true qi to protect her Qi Sea at any time.

As for pressing it a couple more times, it was because the feel was so good that I couldn't stop for a moment.

The warm energy transmitted through her fingertips slowly flowed into the vital acupoints on her waist.

Cheng Ying bit her lip, her breathing becoming slightly erratic.

The moment that true energy entered her body from her waist, her lower abdomen tightened sharply.

The sensation of true energy flowing along the meridians was so clear, it felt as if his fingers were probing deep into his body, touching it inch by inch.

She unconsciously brought her legs together, and a thin layer of sweat seeped from her lower back, soaking a small patch of her undergarment.

She dared not make too much of a commotion, because Lu Wushuang was still ahead of her.

If my cousin saw this, who knows what misunderstandings might arise.

At this moment, the Qiankun Technique imprint in her dantian was pressed down by Yang Guo's palm force, forcing the originally floating innate true qi to retreat back into her meridians.

The feeling of unsteadiness underfoot dissipated considerably.

She has just broken through to the Innate Realm, and her foundation is not yet solid.

The path of martial arts is a transformative journey from acquired to innate, a turning point that requires complete metamorphosis.

Newcomers to the Innate Realm have just opened their Dantian and Qi Sea, and their true Qi has not yet been fully condensed. It will circulate and cleanse the meridians on its own within the body.

This process is extremely dangerous; without the guidance of a master, it is very easy to go astray and become possessed by evil spirits.

Within three days, one should minimize the use of internal energy to allow the dantian to gradually adapt to this new power.

If one encounters unorthodox methods such as sound techniques, poison techniques, or soul-capturing techniques, the external force will travel along the meridians and directly pierce the dantian, which is most likely to affect the dantian, causing damage to qi and blood, and even risking a drop in cultivation level.

Cheng Ying was in this delicate state at the moment, and her innate true energy was extremely sensitive to external stimuli.

Yang Guo's palm strike appeared light, but in reality, he used his own powerful Nine Yin Manual as a guide to help stabilize her dantian and suppress the restless innate true energy back into the depths of her dantian.

This person was clearly trying to steady her breathing, but his hand kept getting restless.

Her thumb would occasionally brush against the softest part of her waist, and with each brush, the hairs on her back would stand on end.

She was so tense that she didn't even dare to breathe too hard, afraid that he would notice the rise and fall of her chest.

"Brother Yang."

Cheng Ying lowered her voice and whispered a reminder: "There are enemies ahead, don't get distracted."

She could tell that her voice was hoarse.

Their faces were so hot they could fry an egg, but luckily it was dark in the cracks in the rocks, so no one could see anyone else.

Yang Guo glanced down at her and teased, "Steward Cheng, you're meddling way too much."

Cheng Ying's ears burned, and she didn't argue back.

She wanted to tell him to move his hand away, but she swallowed the words back.

His hand was indeed helping her suppress her inner energy. If he removed it, and the flute music started again, the consequences would be unimaginable if her dantian was left unsuppressed.

But whether this was a genuine need or just him trying to save face, she couldn't tell.

Lu Wushuang, carrying a willow-leaf curved sword, led the way to scout the path.

She had just opened up the meridians in her left leg, and her steps were much lighter than before.

With each step, the soles of the feet first touch the wet mud, and then the waist and hips drive the entire leg, revealing the beginnings of the serpentine and acrobatic movement.

This movement technique emphasizes staying close to the ground and using the opponent's force against them. It excels at maneuvering and dodging in narrow terrain.

She heard everything that was happening behind her.

The sound of fabric rubbing together changed, and my cousin's breathing became erratic.

She didn't turn around, but gripped the scimitar tighter.

Whether it's sour or spicy, it all gets trapped in the knife handle.

The whistle ahead grew increasingly shrill.

The flute music avoids vibrating the eardrums and instead penetrates the body's meridians.

Sound-based killings are always difficult to prevent.

The practitioner infuses their inner strength into the musical notes, transforming them into an invisible force that travels along the listener's ear meridian and pierces the Du meridian.

If someone with weak internal energy tries to resist by forcefully using their internal energy, the two streams of true energy will collide within their body, causing their blood and qi to flow in reverse on the spot.

In mild cases, it can cause ruptured meridians; in severe cases, it can lead to the body exploding and death.

The Soul-Seizing Melody of White Camel Mountain is even more vicious, containing not only sonic attacks but also infusing poisonous miasma into the musical notes, causing those who hear it to lose their minds and dissipate their true energy.

The White Camel Mountain School is founded on snake venom, and its true skill lies in using the venomous gas to create sound.

The red and black primordial energy beads in Yang Guo's dantian spun rapidly, and the Nine Yin True Qi spread out from his meridians to protect the ear meridians of the two women.

The sound of the flute was mostly blocked out, only causing the hem of a few people's clothes to tremble slightly.

The three of them passed through the last gap and finally arrived at the edge of the Bosqu Snake's lair.

The open space outside the snake pit was turned upside down.

The broken snake carcasses were scattered among the rubble, each with tiny needle marks around its seven-inch mark, the wounds faintly black.

There were many cowhide boot prints in the mud, with very long strides but very light landings.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and poison powder, making people want to vomit.

A young man in white stood in the center of the open space.

He wore leather boots from beyond the Great Wall, a silver belt around his waist, and held a short bone flute inlaid with grayish-white poison powder in his hand.

This bone flute was taken from the spine of a venomous python from the Western Regions and has been soaked in venom for many years, making it an extremely powerful weapon made of poison.

The man had a delicate face, and his brows revealed an arrogance that came with years of holding a high position. He seemed oblivious to the corpses of venomous snakes scattered on the ground.

Upon seeing someone emerge, the man stopped playing his flute, his gaze finally settling on Yang Guo and his two companions.

He looked Yang Guo up and down, and seeing that Yang Guo was young and that Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were two women, a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

In White Camel Mountain, those who make it this far are either loyal followers or destined for death.

None of these three resemble the others.

"Who are you people?"

The man in white spoke first, his tone sharp, as if he were used to ordering his servants around.

Yang Guo didn't answer, but simply slammed the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword into the ground.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the sword sank half a foot into the soil.

The heavy sword has no edge, and great skill lies in simplicity. This move, seemingly casual, actually contains an extremely strong vibration of true energy.

A muffled tremor came from the ground, and several half-dead venomous snakes were shaken to their sides and retreated into the cracks in the rocks.

The heavy force spread along the earth's veins, causing the soil beneath Bai Yulang's feet to loosen slightly.

Yang Guo had already roughly figured out the other party's tactics.

Bone flute, poison powder, leather boots—it's obvious they're from White Camel Mountain.

He didn't rush to make a move; he wanted to hear what this person had to say first.

Yang Guo turned to look at Cheng Ying, knowing the answer already, and asked, "Steward Cheng, in this desolate wilderness, how come all sorts of cats and dogs dare to come out and bark? It's so noisy it hurts my ears."

With Yang Guo protecting her at his side, Cheng Ying understood that he was deliberately provoking her, so she lowered her eyes and cooperated, saying, "Brother Yang, let's find out their background first. If they are from White Camel Mountain, they will most likely have antidote on them. We can get the medicine before we continue our journey."

Upon hearing the words "White Camel Mountain," Bai Yulang lowered his brows: "Since you recognize White Camel Mountain, how dare you be so presumptuous in front of me? In the martial arts world of the Western Regions, who doesn't know the prestige of my White Camel Mountain Manor? Even in the Central Plains, the major sects still have to give my master some face."

Lu Wushuang stepped forward, brandishing her sword, and sneered, "Who do you think you are, daring to question my husband? Even if your master himself came, daring to block our path, we'd still chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

She was cursing vehemently, but her eyes were not idle; she was staring at the other person's hand holding the flute.

This person is quite capable to kill so many venomous snakes all by himself.

But no matter how powerful she is, she can't surpass her husband. She just needs to keep charging forward.

The man in white laughed angrily, raising his bone flute and tapping it in his palm: "Listen carefully. My name is Bai Yulang, the direct descendant of the White Camel Mountain Manor in the Western Regions. My master, the Thousand-Handed Butcher, is now the master of White Camel Mountain Manor! My master ordered me to retrieve the Snake King's inner core to bring back to the manor for alchemy. All bystanders, get out of the way, or you might still live. If you dare utter a word of 'no,' you won't see the sun rise tomorrow."

Yang Guo tapped the hilt of his sword twice with his fingers.

The Thousand-Handed Butcher's apprentice?

Shen Buyan was also a disciple of the Thousand-Handed Butcher.

One was acting on the orders of the Mongolian National Preceptor, and the other on the orders of the White Camel Mountain Manor Owner; both were keeping an eye on the inner core of the Snake King.

The infighting and backstabbing within White Camel Mountain are no less intense.