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

In the brief moment that Yang Guo was lost in thought, Bai Yulang noticed his distraction.

Bai Yulang knew he had no chance of winning in a direct confrontation.

That boy wielding the heavy sword possesses unfathomable martial arts skills!

His peripheral vision instantly locked onto Cheng Ying.

The woman, dressed in a pink Taoist robe, was holding a cloth bag containing an inner core.

Moreover, judging from her performance just now, although she has entered the Innate Realm, her aura is extremely unstable, which means she has only recently broken through.

Bai Yulang reached into his robes with his left hand and crushed a black poison bead.

This poisonous bead is called "Netherworld Mist," and it is made by collecting centuries-old poisonous miasma from the depths of the Western Regions swamp and refining it with the bodily fluids of dozens of poisonous insects.

The poisonous gas does not dissipate with the wind and specifically counters the protective true energy of innate martial artists.

This bead is quite difficult to refine; it needs to be buried in an extremely yin place for three years to absorb the earth's evil energy before it can take shape.

If an ordinary person inhales even half a mouthful, their meridians will shrink, their vital energy will dissipate, and even their bones will turn into a pool of pus.

This was his trump card to save his life, and he would never use it lightly unless it was a matter of life and death.

But now, it has become his only hope for a comeback.

He had calculated that Yang Guo would protect that woman.

As long as Yang Guo is distracted by blocking the poisonous smoke, he is confident that he can seize the inner core!

A thick cloud of green smoke burst open from the ground, instantly blocking Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang's view.

The green, poisonous fog churned and spread outwards as if it were a living thing.

Wherever it passed, the snake carcasses on the ground quickly turned into a pool of black water, and even the surrounding rubble was corroded and pitted.

The air was instantly filled with a nauseating, fishy stench.

Bai Yulang held his breath, his figure transformed into a white shadow, abandoned his short sword, and with his hands forming claws, he lunged straight at Cheng Ying's face!

His main skill was the "Thousand Poisons Devouring Hand," a unique martial art from White Camel Mountain.

This technique requires immersing both hands in the juices of various poisons year-round to develop a pair of poisonous palms.

When he exerts his power, his fingernails will grow half an inch and emit a ghostly green poisonous light.

His ten fingers were covered in highly poisonous powder, which, combined with his claw strikes, could force the poison into the enemy's meridians.

If the skin is even slightly broken, the toxins will travel through the bloodstream and directly attack the heart, beyond the help of even a miracle!

He poured all the remaining true energy in his body into his claws, attempting to kill him with a single blow!

On the other side, Lu Wushuang saw the poisonous smoke rising and immediately drew his willow-leaf scimitar across his chest, retreating rapidly.

Although she had eaten nine snake gallbladders, greatly increasing her resistance to poison, she still dared not be careless in the face of such a strange and poisonous miasma.

She held her breath, staring intently at the movement within the poisonous smoke, ready to strike at any moment.

The internal energy from the Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian (a martial arts manual) circulated rapidly within her body, forcing back the small amount of poison that had invaded her skin.

Instead of rushing into the poisonous fog, she stood guard at the edge of the fog, blocking all possible escape routes for Bai Yulang.

If Bai Yulang dares to show his face, her scimitar will strike without mercy!

Cheng Ying's vision was obscured by the toxic smoke, and she could only hear the sharp whistling of the wind approaching.

She instinctively wanted to use the Falling Blossom Sword Palm of Peach Blossom Island to fight back.

But as soon as she gathered her inner energy, she felt a tightness in her chest.

The poisonous miasma could ignore the method of holding one's breath and seep into her body through the pores of her skin!

The innate true energy in her dantian immediately became extremely sluggish, and her originally light and agile Falling Petal Palm Technique was abruptly stopped in mid-air.

"Don't get angry!"

Yang Guo's voice suddenly rang in her ears.

The next moment, Yang Guo's strong arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her forcefully.

Cheng Ying was instantly pulled into a broad chest.

Yang Guo did not retreat, but instead took a step forward to face Bai Yulang.

To stabilize Cheng Ying's lower body, Yang Guo forcefully wedged his right leg between her legs.

This action was extremely aggressive and directly broke the safe distance between the two.

Cheng Ying was forced to spread her legs, and the hem of her Taoist robe was lifted up, revealing a section of her fair and delicate calves.

Yang Guo's large hand slid down her back, steadily supporting her round buttocks. He exerted force with his palm, lifting her up and avoiding the poisonous gas below.

This position is extremely shameful.

Cheng Ying pressed her chest tightly against Yang Guo's chest, her legs forced to clamp his thighs.

She could clearly feel the hard muscle outline on Yang Guo's thighs, and the scorching heat that emanated from through his clothes.

Yang Guo's movements were fluid and continuous, without the slightest hesitation.

He didn't even put down the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword; with one arm, he firmly held Cheng Ying in his embrace.

Cheng Ying's cheek was pressed against Yang Guo's neck, her breath filled with the man's hot and powerful aura.

The two were so close that she could even feel Yang Guo's steady and powerful heartbeat.

The poisonous smoke churned beneath their feet, but was firmly blocked three feet away by Yang Guo's released Nine Yin Manual.

The Nine Yin True Qi formed an invisible wall of energy. The poisonous smoke crashed into it, making a hissing, corrosive sound, but it could not cross the line even half a step.

"Brother Yang, let go... I can dodge it."

Cheng Ying's cheeks flushed, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Stay put."

Yang Guo glanced down at her, his voice deep and domineering.

"Your foundation is unstable; if you act rashly, you will suffer a qi deviation."

Before he finished speaking, he had already activated the Qiankun Technique.

A stream of pure yang energy flowed continuously into Cheng Ying's body through their tightly pressed bodies.

The innate true energy within Cheng Ying's dantian, which had been agitated by the poisonous smoke, was instantly suppressed by this domineering yang energy.

What followed was an indescribable tingling sensation that shot up the back of the head from the tailbone.

The true energy of the Qiankun Technique was almost tangible, rampaging through Cheng Ying's meridians.

This true energy not only dispelled the poisonous miasma that had invaded the body, but also continuously deepened the domineering mark that belonged to Yang Guo.

Cheng Ying's breathing became rapid, and a slight redness appeared at the corner of her eyes.

She always prided herself on being a top disciple of Peach Blossom Island, proficient in Qimen Dunjia, planning everything carefully before acting, and accustomed to being in control of everything.

But in front of this man, her pride and her calculations were all shattered.

She felt as if she could only be a vine, clinging to him, unable to move an inch once she left.

Cheng Ying felt her legs go weak and she could no longer muster any strength.

She could only instinctively wrap her arms around Yang Guo's neck, hanging all her weight on him.

Amidst the green smoke, Bai Yulang's poisonous claws were already upon him!

Yang Guo held Cheng Ying in one arm, not even glancing at Bai Yulang's claws.

He lightly stomped his right foot on the ground, lifting up a fist-sized stone, and then kicked it out with the back of his foot!

Enveloped in the Nine Yin True Qi, the stone had become as hard as refined steel.

The stone whistled through the poisonous mist, creating a white shockwave that left a trail of afterimages in mid-air.

Bai Yulang's poisonous claws were only half a foot away from Cheng Ying's back, but he could not advance an inch further.

"Snap!"

The stone struck Bai Yulang's left wrist with pinpoint accuracy.

The sound of bones breaking is crisp and piercing.

Bai Yulang let out a miserable cry, and his left hand fell limply to his side.

The stark white bone spurs pierced the flesh, and blood mixed with poison powder gushed out.

The excruciating pain from his shattered wrist made his face contort in agony.

He never expected that Yang Guo's counterattack would still be so sharp and accurate even while he was holding someone!

That kick, delivered with such ease, was perfectly timed and executed with such precision that it completely blocked all of his possible moves!

But he still gritted his teeth and desperately grabbed the cloth bag in Cheng Ying's arms with his right hand!

"Wushuang, cut him down!"

Yang Guo's cold voice rang out.

Lu Wushuang was already waiting outside the poisonous smoke.

Upon hearing Yang Guo's voice, she held her willow-leaf dagger and slid in, skimming along the ground.

The outer side of this snake pit is covered with moss and gravel, making it difficult for an ordinary person to even stand still.

Lu Wushuang's old injury to his left leg has been cured, and he has also undergone special squatting training under the Sword Tomb Waterfall, so his lower body skills are now completely different from before.

She activated the internal energy of the Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian (a traditional Chinese medicine text), and true energy rose from the Yongquan acupoint, flowing through the meridians of her legs.

The Serpent's Leap Technique was unleashed, allowing the person to move along the slippery mud, preventing even the surrounding green poisonous miasma from getting close.

Although the poisonous miasma of the Western Regions is fierce, it cannot break through the protective true qi tempered by the Nine Yin Manual.

The green poisonous gas collided with the true qi barrier on Lu Wushuang's body, emitting a faint melting sound, and dissipated into wisps of black smoke.

"Keep your waist down, and don't stick your butt out so high! You're giving everyone a real opening!"

Even amidst the poisonous smoke, Yang Guo didn't forget to offer guidance.

Lu Wushuang was so angry that her chest heaved.

"Husband, shut up!"

Despite cursing, Lu Wushuang's body honestly adjusted her posture as Yang Guo instructed.

She exerted force from the inside of her thighs, tightened her waist and abdomen, and slashed the curved blade upwards, drawing a chilling arc.

The poison techniques of White Camel Mountain tend to be subtle and rely on surprise attacks.

Bai Yulang's left wrist was fractured, and his internal energy was suppressed by Yang Guo's previous Toad Stance, causing his movement to become fatally slowed.

He caught a glimpse of the blade out of the corner of his eye and tried to back away, but his foot landed on a moss-covered pebble.

Just as Bai Yulang's right hand touched the edge of the cloth bag, Lu Wushuang's curved blade had already sliced ​​into his right thigh.

The blade pierced three-tenths of an inch into the flesh, and fresh blood gushed out.

The internal energy from the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter attached to the willow-leaf blade rushed into his meridians through the wound, directly blocking the flow of qi and blood in his right leg.

That authentic Xuanmen Qi transformed into a red-hot iron brand, forcefully burning through Bai Yulang's cold and poisonous protective technique.

Bai Yulang lost his balance and fell heavily onto the muddy ground.

He groaned and tried to prop himself up with his intact right hand, but Lu Wushuang swung the back of his blade and slammed it down on the back of his neck.

Bai Yulang's vision went black, and he completely lost the ability to resist.

Yang Guo carried Cheng Ying out of the area affected by the poisonous smoke.

He released his hand from Cheng Ying's buttocks, and Cheng Ying swayed, quickly grabbing the stone wall beside her to barely stand.

She lowered her head and straightened her disheveled Taoist robe, her ears burning red.

Cheng Yinggang had just entered the Innate Realm by cultivating the Serpent King's Gallbladder through dual cultivation, but the true qi in his body and the pure yang true qi of the Qiankun Technique had not yet fully merged.

Just now, Yang Guo had forcefully pulled her into his arms, and his pure Yang energy was forcibly poured into her Mingmen acupoint, suppressing the restlessness she felt due to inhaling the poisonous miasma.

This feeling of being controlled by others made Cheng Ying extremely uncomfortable.

She had always prided herself on being a top disciple of Peach Blossom Island, proficient in Qimen Dunjia, and used to being in control of the overall situation, but now she was being manipulated by this man who was a few years younger than her.

Her pride was shattered in front of this man.

"Brother Yang, could you please give me a heads-up before you make your move next time?"

Cheng Ying bit her lip, trying to regain the initiative with a lecturing tone.

"With a formidable enemy at hand, your actions are illogical. I'm only doing this for your own good."

Yang Guo slammed the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword to the ground, sending dirt flying.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Cheng Ying's beautiful and refined face.

"Steward Cheng, your Falling Blossom Sword Palm technique is shoddy. You couldn't even muster your inner energy when faced with the poisonous miasma of White Camel Mountain, and you still dare to lecture me?"

Yang Guo spoke casually, reaching out to pinch Cheng Ying's chin, forcing her to raise her head.

"Your little bit of esoteric arts is nothing but a fart in the face of absolute power. Remember your current identity, listen to my instructions, and stop trying to tell me what to do."

Cheng Ying was forced to look up and stare directly at Yang Guo.

The Qiankun Technique imprint within her body was faintly burning due to the influence of Yang Guo's energy.

The warm current traveled along her meridians, making her legs feel weak again.

She knew she could never escape this man's control in her lifetime; her inner strength was completely bound to him.

If she leaves Yang Guo, her martial arts skills will decline.

She closed her eyes and stopped speaking, which was tantamount to acquiescing to this humiliation.

Lu Wushuang walked over, carrying a bloodstained curved knife, the tip of which was pointed at Bai Yulang's throat.

She glanced at Cheng Ying, then at Yang Guo, and pouted, "Cousin, you have such an easy job as a housekeeper. You only need your husband to carry you when you're fighting."

Lu Wushuang felt a pang of sadness.

She was outside, fighting desperately to kill people, while the two of them collapsed in the toxic smoke, embracing each other.

She had long noticed Cheng Ying's coy and hesitant attitude towards Yang Guo.

Cheng Ying bit her lip, offering no rebuttal.

The Qiankun Technique mark within her body was still burning hot, a reminder of what had just happened.

She turned her face away, avoiding Lu Wushuang's gaze.

Yang Guo patted Lu Wushuang's head. "Alright, stop being jealous. You did a good job with that strike today. I'll give you a massage tonight."

Upon hearing the word "massage," Lu Wushuang recalled the scene of Yang Guo massaging her legs under the waterfall. Her cheeks flushed slightly, she gave a soft hum, and looked away.

Yang Guo walked up to Bai Yulang and looked down at him.

"Is this all the direct descendant of White Camel Mountain is capable of?"

Yang Guo stepped on Bai Yulang's intact right hand and crushed it forcefully.

"Speak, what exactly does the Thousand-Handed Butcher want with this inner core?"