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

The cave was dimly lit.

A few embers remained, emitting a faint red glow.

Yang Guo stood in front of the stone bed and casually threw the blood-soaked outer robe on the ground.

The strong stench of blood quickly filled the cramped space.

On the stone bed, Cheng Ying slept very lightly.

The pure yang energy that Yang Guo had previously transferred into her meridians remained, and her mind remained tense.

The moment the smell of blood entered her nostrils, she abruptly opened her eyes.

In the dim light, she could see Yang Guo's bare chest.

His muscular body was covered with purplish-red veins, and sweat mixed with blood trickled down the lines of his abdominal muscles, eventually disappearing into the edge of his belt.

His breathing was very heavy, and each exhale carried a scorching heat wave.

Cheng Ying had just entered the Innate Realm, and his perception of fluctuations in different types of true energy was several times more acute than that of ordinary cultivators.

She immediately realized that this was not caused by external injuries, but by the backlash of internal energy causing the loss of vital essence and blood!

Cheng Ying sat up and blurted out, "Brother Yang, are you injured?"

As soon as she spoke, she quickly lowered her voice and glanced at Lu Wushuang by the fire.

Lu Wushuang practiced hundreds of squats under the waterfall during the day and circulated the Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian (a traditional Chinese medicine formula) for more than a dozen cycles, completely exhausting his internal energy.

She was sleeping soundly at that moment, her breathing even and deep.

Cheng Ying withdrew her gaze, but she couldn't suppress the shock in her heart.

She was well aware of Yang Guo's cultivation level.

With his peak early-stage Innate Realm cultivation, coupled with the enhancement of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, he could easily escape unscathed even if he encountered a top expert at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm.

How did it come to the point of internal energy backlash?

Yang Guo forced down the metallic taste churning in his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "I went to deal with that snake king's inner core. The fire poison was too potent; I couldn't suppress it."

His eyes were full of fatigue.

The inner core of the century-old Bodhi Serpent King is a pure yang spiritual object unique to the Sword Tomb.

Legend has it that Dugu Qiubai refined this item, which enabled him to break through to the late stage of the Innate Realm.

Such spiritual objects are extremely rare, and have only appeared twice in the martial arts world in the last hundred years.

Its owners all spent months preparing the medicine and nurturing it before daring to begin refining it.

The force of this spiritual creature's backlash far exceeded his expectations.

He had just used the Toad Style to forcefully suppress the fire, but he could only barely protect his heart meridian. The fire poison in his meridians was still running rampant.

The heavy iron sword leaning against the wall was slightly hot from the residual heat of the fire poison, emitting a low hum.

Cheng Ying felt a tightness in her chest.

Having studied Qimen Dunjia and been proficient in medicine, she naturally understood how dangerous the backlash from such pure Yang spiritual objects could be.

If an ordinary innate cultivator were to encounter this, at best their dantian would be completely destroyed, and at worst they would suffer a qi deviation and die.

In the martial arts world, any cultivator who obtains the inner core of the Serpent King will gather eighteen kinds of cold and yin medicinal herbs, soak them in a medicinal bath for seven days, and then slowly proceed with their plan. No one would dare to absorb it directly like he did.

"How can I save you?" Cheng Ying asked anxiously.

She didn't bother to pull her Taoist robe up after half of it slipped off her shoulder; she just leaned forward slightly.

The jade flute pendant hanging from his waist struck the stone couch with a soft "ding".

Yang Guo looked at her face, and his fingertips twitched almost imperceptibly.

The Qiankun Technique he practiced was a cultivation method that required the balance of Yin and Yang.

The safest method at the moment is to use Cheng Ying's Falling Petal Pure Yin True Qi as a guide to transfer the excess fire poison into her body, and then have the two of them circulate it together to refine it.

He remained silent for a long time.

Cheng Yingcai had just entered the Innate Realm, and his meridians were 30% weaker than those of ordinary Innate Realm cultivators.

Once the fire poison enters her body, there is a 30% chance that her dantian will be burned through, and a 50% chance that her cultivation will be completely destroyed.

Only in that final 20% chance can the two of them remain safe and sound.

Yang Guo had schemed against countless people in his life, but he would never risk the lives of his own people.

Yang Guo exhaled a hot breath, forcibly suppressing the turbulent thoughts in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "This matter is extremely dangerous."

"Fire poison has no eyes. If you help me share the burden, you may lose all your cultivation or even your life."

Yang Guo's gaze fell on her face, his tone extremely solemn.

"I just tried applying strong pressure, but it wasn't very effective."

"If I can't suppress this fire poison before dawn, you should take Wushuang back to Xiangyang to find Uncle Guo."

"The Beggars' Sect in Xiangyang City has Ice Soul Pills, which can suppress this fire poison. I should be able to hold out until dawn."

Cheng Ying froze.

She hadn't expected Yang Guo to say something like that.

During the time they spent together, she had seen his domineering arrogance and his ruthless way of forcing people to submit, but she had never seen him consider the safety of others first when faced with a life-or-death situation.

Her body had already been imprinted with the Qiankun Technique, completely binding her with Yang Guo's true energy.

If Yang Guo were to die, the mark within her body would instantly explode, and she would not last more than half an hour.

Cheng Ying gripped the jade flute pendant at her waist, her fingertips exerting slight force.

She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling slightly, but her tone was unusually firm.

"If you die, the Qiankun Technique imprint within me will backfire."

"Since I am subject to your control, I cannot remain unaffected."

"Just tell me how to proceed."

After saying this, Cheng Ying knelt on the stone couch and personally peeled off the disheveled Taoist robe from her shoulders, leaving only a plain white undergarment.

Her fair and delicate skin was instantly exposed to the air.

The scorching heat emanating from Yang Guo enveloped her, causing fine beads of sweat to appear on her nose and a blush to rise on her cheeks.

Yang Guo was startled.

He abandoned his usual frivolity, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before: "I need your true energy. Circulate the Qiankun Technique and follow my lead."

Yang Guo stepped onto the stone couch and sat cross-legged opposite Cheng Ying.

The two were only a short distance apart.

In the cramped space, their breathing could be clearly heard.

"Stay close to me," Yang Guo said in a deep voice.

Cheng Ying did as instructed, leaning forward, closing her eyes, and going to meet him.

Their chests were pressed tightly together without any gap.

The moment they made contact, Cheng Ying couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Yang Guo's body temperature was frighteningly high, feeling like a branding iron to the touch; the skin she touched instantly turned bright red.

Cheng Ying's Falling Petal True Qi is pure Yin, and it spontaneously circulates to resist the heat wave.

This cool, refreshing internal energy was just right to neutralize the burning sensation in Yang Guo's meridians.

"Hold fast to your spiritual center, embrace the primordial unity," Yang Guo said in a hoarse voice.

The Qiankun Technique was then activated.

The red and black primordial energy beads in Yang Guo's dantian began to slowly rotate, transferring the suppressed fire poison in his dantian into Cheng Ying's body bit by bit.

As soon as the fire poison entered Cheng Ying's meridians, she gasped and her delicate brows furrowed tightly.

The potency of this fire poison far exceeded her expectations.

The moment the true energy met it, it was forced to retreat.

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth and exerted all her strength to activate her inner power technique.

She dispersed her true energy into countless fine streams, carefully enveloping the fire poison, and gradually guiding it into her dantian.

Then, following the connection of their true energy, it was sent back to Yang Guo's dantian for the red and black primordial energy bead to refine.

The two were pressed tightly together, their sweat mixed with blood, which quickly soaked through Cheng Ying's inner garment.

The embers in the cave, which had been reduced to a mere ember, were rekindled by the lingering heat of Yang Guo's toxic fire.

The hay laid out next to them was starting to curl at the edges and emitted a faint burnt smell.

With each additional trace of fire poison refined, the throbbing pain in Yang Guo's meridians lessened, while Cheng Ying's face paled further.

Her internal energy was depleted very quickly; in less than half an incense stick's time, she had used up one-third of it.

The jade flute that Cheng Ying always carried with her was burning hot from her body temperature.

Yang Guo's breathing gradually became rapid.

The Qiankun Technique is a cultivation method that combines Yin and Yang.

The immense pure yang energy brought by the fire poison completely disturbed his essence, causing the energy in his lower abdomen to surge uncontrollably.

Cheng Ying paused in her movement of circulating her inner energy.

She noticed Yang Guo's unusual behavior, and her delicate body stiffened for a moment.

"Brother Yang..." Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of barely perceptible panic.

"Don't get distracted!" Yang Guo snapped through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

At this moment, he was on the verge of a mental struggle.

If they allow their desires to consume their reason, this raging fire poison will completely spiral out of control and burn the two of them to ashes!