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

Bai Yulang, clutching his broken left wrist, stumbled and disappeared into the depths of the night.

Lu Wushuang wiped the blood off the snake carcass with his willow-leaf scimitar and sheathed it.

She walked over to Yang Guo and looked at the pool of black water on the ground, corroded by the poisonous miasma.

"Husband, will this scoundrel really obey?" Lu Wushuang asked.

"He values ​​his life very much."

Yang Guo pulled the heavy black iron sword stuck in the mud with one hand and draped it over his shoulder.

"If the Thousand-Handed Butcher dies, he won't even have a place to stay on White Camel Mountain."

"That fire poison pill will keep him in line for half a year."

Yang Guo turned and walked toward Cheng Ying, who was leaning against the stone wall.

Cheng Ying was breathing rapidly, her chest heaving.

The pure yang energy that Yang Guo had forcibly injected into her body was now circulating along her Ren and Du meridians.

This true energy was extremely domineering, suppressing her originally weak innate internal energy in a corner of her dantian.

She doesn't even have the strength to stand up straight now.

"Butler Cheng, let's go," Yang Guo said.

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth, gripped the rough stone wall, and tried to take a step, but her knees felt weak and sore.

She fell forward.

Yang Guo extended his free left hand and firmly embraced her waist.

With a slight exertion, he lifted Cheng Ying up in his arms.

Cheng Ying gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around Yang Guo's neck.

When she came to her senses, her cheeks turned bright red, and she struggled to get down.

"Brother Yang, put me down, I can walk by myself." Cheng Ying lowered her voice, glancing at Lu Wushuang standing to the side.

"If you force yourself to circulate your energy, the true energy in your dantian will flow backward."

Yang Guo completely ignored her resistance and carried her into the depths of the mountains.

"Don't move, stay put."

Seeing this, Lu Wushuang kicked away a piece of gravel at her feet, picked up her knife, and led the way.

She felt a pang of jealousy; she had just been fighting desperately in the poisonous miasma, while her cousin was comfortably lying in her husband's arms.

The three returned to the cave.

The firewood crackled and popped as it burned, illuminating the mountainside with its light.

Yang Guo placed Cheng Ying on a stone bed covered with dry grass.

Cheng Ying quickly shrank into a corner, tugging at the frayed collar of her Taoist robe, and lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone.

Yang Guo leaned the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword against the stone wall and turned to look at Lu Wushuang.

"Come here and lie down," Yang Guo said, pointing to the open space beside the fire.

Lu Wushuang's jealousy vanished, replaced by a blush of embarrassment.

She obediently walked to the fire and lay down on the dry grass.

Yang Guo sat cross-legged at her feet, holding her left ankle with both hands.

He used a little force with his fingers to take off her cloth shoes and casually tossed them aside.

Lu Wushuang's left leg injury had recently healed, and her skin was much fairer than her right leg.

Yang Guo pushed her trouser legs up little by little until they reached her upper thighs.

In the firelight, Lu Wushuang's long, slender legs were completely exposed to the air.

She gripped the dry grass beneath her with both hands, her breathing gradually becoming heavier.

Yang Guo gathered Nine Yin Manual energy in his palms and placed his hands on Lu Wushuang's calves.

He pressed his thumb on the Zusanli acupoint and rubbed it downwards with force.

"pain……"

Lu Wushuang let out a muffled groan, her body arching upwards uncontrollably.

"Bear with it."

Yang Guo's voice was steady.

"You overloaded your leg meridians with the snake-like movements you performed today. The blood stasis is all stuck in your joints. If you don't massage it out, you won't even be able to walk tomorrow."

Yang Guo's calloused hands scraped against Lu Wushuang's delicate skin.

His palms were extremely warm, and his inner energy flowed into his meridians through his pores.

Lu Wushuang felt her entire left leg was both sore and numb, the pain mixed with an indescribable comfort, causing her to break out in a fine sweat.

Cheng Ying sat on the stone couch, unable to take her eyes off the two of them.

Yang Guo's large hand moved up from Lu Wushuang's knee and gripped the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh.

He pinched the muscles there with his five fingers, repeatedly pressing his fingertips on several key acupoints.

Lu Wushuang tilted her head back, her fair neck taut and straight.

Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a sweet, panting breath.

The body twisted on the hay, the legs spread wide open to the sides without any defense.

Cheng Ying's ears burned with embarrassment at the sight of her cousin's submissive demeanor.

She tried to turn her head away, but her hearing became unusually acute.

The sound of fabric rubbing together, Yang Guo's heavy breathing, and Lu Wushuang's undisguised moans all entered her ears.

Even worse, the Qiankun Technique imprint within her own body began to cause trouble.

When Yang Guo was giving Lu Wushuang a massage, his pure Yang energy filled the entire cave.

Cheng Ying's dantian was drawn by this shared true energy, and a heat rose in her lower abdomen.

The heat flowed down her Ren meridian, causing her legs to unconsciously come together.

The sweat soaked through her undergarments brought waves of shame.

She, Huang Yaoshi's last disciple, actually reacted like this just because she saw others being affectionate.

Cheng Ying bit her lower lip hard, gripped the hem of her Taoist robe with both hands, and tried to calm her breathing.

While kneading Lu Wushuang's thigh, Yang Guo turned to look at Cheng Ying.

"Steward Cheng, you just said that Black Wind Valley is a death trap. If Guo Jing leads his troops in, what are their chances of victory?"

Cheng Ying was startled when her name was suddenly called out, and she trembled all over.

She tried to remain calm, cleared her throat, and answered, but her voice was noticeably hoarse.

"Master Guo's martial arts are unparalleled. His Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are extremely powerful and yang, and ordinary poisons and miasma cannot harm him. If the Golden Wheel Monk uses the terrain to lay down a rare poison from the Western Regions, and with Shen Buyan providing support from the side, even if Master Guo manages to escape unscathed, the Xiangyang garrison he brought will surely suffer heavy losses."

Yang Guo pressed his thumb down hard on Lu Wushuang's thigh.

Lu Wushuang screamed, two tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, afraid to make a sound, but her body was trembling violently.

Yang Guo withdrew his gaze and began to ponder as he watched the flickering flames.

Guo Jing must not die at the hands of the Golden Wheel Monk.

If Guo Jing dies, Huang Rong will either commit suicide out of love or defend Xiangyang to the death.

He was relying on Xiangyang City as a buffer to build up his intelligence network and business in Guanzhong.

If Xiangyang falls, the foundation of the Quanzhen School will also be affected.

Saving Guo Jing will be no easy task.

The Golden Wheel Monk was the number one master in Mongolia, possessing boundless power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna.

Although he currently possesses the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword and has mastered the Toad Stance, his chances of winning against a top master who has been famous for decades are not high.

Moreover, the other side had also set up a poison array.

He needed a foolproof plan that could both break the deadlock and make Huang Rong owe him a huge favor.

"That old bald monk, Jinlun Fawang, is not easy to deal with."

Yang Guo slowed his movements and began to gently rub.

"He must be absolutely certain that he would dare to set a trap to kill Guo Jing. If we intervene rashly, we could easily get ourselves killed."

Cheng Ying nodded in agreement.

"Brother Yang is absolutely right. This matter needs careful consideration. Why don't we return to Xiangyang first and secretly pass on the message to Master Guo so that he can take precautions?"

Yang Guo let out a cold laugh.

"Pass on a message? Don't you know Uncle Guo's temper? Even if he knows there's a poisonous formation ahead, he'll still personally brave it for the safety of Xiangyang City."

Lu Wushuang, panting, interjected, "Husband, what should we do? We can't just watch Master Guo die. Sister Rong will be heartbroken if she finds out."

Upon hearing Huang Rong's name, Yang Guo's grip tightened uncontrollably by three points.

Lu Wushuang cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.

"pain!"

Yang Guo withdrew his hands and patted Lu Wushuang's leg.

"Your meridians are completely open. Focus on regulating your breathing these next few days and avoid disturbing your internal energy."

Lu Wushuang collapsed onto the dry grass, panting heavily.

She was soaked in sweat and didn't have the strength to move a single finger.

Yang Guo stood up and walked to the stone bed.

When Cheng Ying saw him approaching, she instinctively shrank back, pressing her back tightly against the cold stone wall.

"What are you hiding from?"

Yang Guo reached out and grabbed her ankle, pulling her close to him.

Cheng Ying's pink Taoist robe came undone during the tugging, revealing a white undergarment underneath.

She clutched her chest in a panic.

"Brother Yang, what are you doing?"

"You've just broken through to the Innate Realm, and your true energy is unstable. Let me help you clear it up."

Without saying a word, Yang Guo reached into her Taoist robe and pressed his hands on the acupoints on her waist.

Cheng Ying's body stiffened.

Yang Guo's palms were burning hot as the Yang energy of the Qiankun Technique continuously flowed into her meridians.

The yang energy rushed straight to the mark in her dantian.

Cheng Ying groaned, her legs completely giving way, and she collapsed into Yang Guo's arms.

"Your own internal energy is too weak to suppress the yang energy I left you. I have to take action myself."

Yang Guo looked down at her, his tone filled with an irresistible domineering air.

Cheng Ying's eyes reddened, and she placed her hands on Yang Guo's chest, desperately trying to push him away, but she couldn't muster any strength at all.

Yang Guo's large hand moved down her waistline and pinched her pert buttocks.

"Butler Cheng, your body is much more honest than your words."

Yang Guo leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

Cheng Ying was filled with shame and indignation. She closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

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

Lu Wushuang lay by the fire, watching Yang Guo bully Cheng Ying, feeling a sense of vengeful pleasure.

My cousin always likes to make me do this and that.

Her husband has to thoroughly deflate her arrogance...