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

It was stiflingly hot inside the cave.

The two remained extremely close, their skin brushing against each other.

Cheng Ying was panting heavily, her plain white undergarment soaked through with sweat.

The fabric clung tightly to her chest, clearly outlining her astonishingly full curves.

Her hands hung limply, and she lay sprawled on Yang Guo's lap, too weak to even lift a finger.

Yang Guo glanced down at her.

His large hand naturally moved to her smooth back.

"Butler Cheng, your health is really poor."

Yang Guo was full of nonsense, his tone laced with mockery.

"After just a couple of tugs, it went completely limp and turned into a puddle of mud."

"When you meet someone serious, you won't even have the energy to climb into bed."

Cheng Ying was so ashamed and indignant that she felt like she was going to die; her cheeks were burning red.

She gritted her teeth and forced out a few words through the gaps between them.

"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here!"

Yang Guo refused to let go.

Instead, he pulled her even tighter into his arms.

"I just saved you from a disaster, and this is how you repay me?"

Yang Guo raised an eyebrow and teased.

"If I hadn't held it off, your dantian would have been burned to ashes long ago."

"Can't you even say a nice thing?"

Cheng Ying's ears turned bright red.

Her delicate, refined demeanor, so befitting a lady of high birth, had long been trampled and rubbed into the mud hundreds of times by this shameless man.

She turned her head away, closed her eyes, and decided to play dead and remain silent.

This man is absolutely shameless; the more you engage with him, the more enthusiastic he becomes.

Seeing that she didn't move, Yang Guo felt bored and sighed deeply.

He grabbed Cheng Ying's slender waist with both hands, lifted her off his body, and casually tossed her into the nearby haystack.

Cheng Ying rolled twice on the ground, then quickly pulled off her tattered Taoist robe to cover herself completely.

"Just lie still and don't cause any trouble."

Yang Guo dropped his playful demeanor, and his voice became completely serious.

"You woke up Wushuang, how will you face your cousin now?"

After dismissing Cheng Ying, Yang Guo sat down cross-legged again.

He looked down at his stomach.

His dantian was glowing red, and you could clearly see a raging fire surging around inside, even through his skin.

The fiery poison left behind by that century-old serpent king's inner core was truly too potent.

I just managed to restrain it using the Toad Style Kung Fu, but now it's starting to struggle and thrash around again.

This ball of fire poison must be crushed bit by bit and completely integrated into the red and black primordial energy bead before it can break through that deadly barrier of the mid-stage innate realm.

Yang Guo closed his eyes and activated the Qiankun Technique and the Nine Yin Manual.

As soon as the two completely different internal forces approached the ball of fire poison, they encountered an extremely fierce counterattack.

The meridians were forcibly stretched, and a sharp, throbbing pain shot up the spine and straight to the head.

He was trembling all over from the pain.

Sweating profusely from head to toe, the sweat evaporated into wisps of white smoke as soon as it seeped out of the pores due to the high temperature on the skin.

This head-on training method is too grueling.

If we continue to stubbornly resist, we might actually burn through our dantian, and all our cultivation would be wasted.

He stopped what he was doing, not daring to provoke the ball of fire poison any further.

I started to have second thoughts.

Or should we just give up?

This task is simply impossible.

Once we get back to Xiangyang, we can go find Chief Huang, beg and plead for a few Ice Soul Pills, and then we can comfortably get rid of the fire poison.

As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood. I have a modern mind; there's no need for me to go crazy and fight like the ancients.

He pondered for a long time, but just couldn't make up his mind.

But then Guo Jing's honest, rough face suddenly popped into his mind.

Immediately afterwards, the gleaming bald head of the Golden Wheel Dharma King appeared.

Blackwind Valley, on the fifth day of next month.

That old bald monk definitely set up a deadly trap with no chance of survival.

If Guo Jing, that hotheaded fool with a head full of morality, had plunged headfirst into it, he would definitely have been reduced to ashes.

Yang Guo didn't care at all whether Guo Jing lived or died.

But with Huang Rong's fiery temper, she would definitely rush over and die with her.

Just thinking about Huang Rong's perfectly mature figure, her captivating, watery peach blossom eyes, and that specially made black silk bodycon skirt, Yang Guo felt a surge of lust rising in his stomach.

That's top-tier stuff that I painstakingly trained. I haven't even recouped my investment yet, how can I let those bastards like the Golden Wheel Monk get it for free!

I can suffer any kind of loss in this world, but I absolutely cannot tolerate this kind of indignation of being cuckolded.

"Let's do it!"

Yang Guo bit his lip and cursed.

He frantically changed hand seals, desperately channeling the inner force of the Qiankun Technique into the depths of his Qi Sea.

The red and black energy bead spun wildly, enduring the high temperature of the fiery poison's outer shell, and fiercely tore off a large chunk of pure yang fire energy.

The fire poison caused him to go berserk on the spot.

The scorching heat surged through the Ren and Du meridians, engulfing everything in its path.

The fire toxin travels along the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin, and when it reaches the Jiuwei acupoint, it gets stuck.