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

Yang Guo was never one to enjoy head-on confrontations.

His mind was full of wicked ideas about finding loopholes and taking shortcuts.

Encountering this unfathomable resistance, he immediately stopped, not daring to exert any more force, for fear of rupturing the meridians he had just repaired.

We need to find someone knowledgeable to take a look.

Just as I thought of this, I heard a few light footsteps coming from the edge of the pool.

Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang stood side by side on the shore.

Cheng Ying changed into a clean, light gray Taoist robe.

She was extremely weak, and Lu Wushuang was supporting her slender waist, her legs were still trembling.

The two had just finished washing up, their hair still wet and hanging over their shoulders.

Looking down from the shore, Yang Guo was standing shirtless under the waterfall.

The water flowed over his broad, inverted triangle-shaped back, and the eight well-defined, taut abdominal muscles were covered in water droplets, gleaming with a dazzling masculine luster in the morning light.

The thin, soaked underwear clung tightly to her thighs.

Lu Wushuang stared blankly, swallowed several times, and blushed as she tugged at Cheng Ying's sleeve.

"Cousin, look how sturdy your husband's back is."

"With that kind of burly physique, who could withstand a few rough treatments?"

Cheng Ying's ears suddenly turned bright red.

She quickly turned her face away, not daring to look into the pool for even a second.

The shameful scene of the two of them touching belly to belly last night has uncontrollably come to light.

"You slut! Aren't you ashamed to say such dirty things!" Cheng Ying cursed through gritted teeth, her hands trembling so much she couldn't hold onto the hem of her clothes.

Yang Guo had already noticed the movements of the two women on the shore.

He slung the heavy sword over his broad shoulders and shouted at Cheng Ying:

"Butler Cheng, stop pretending to be so high and mighty."

"Your eyes are practically bulging out of their sockets. What's so interesting? You got to rub against me plenty of times last night."

"Come here right now and take a look at this water. My sword can't penetrate it. What went wrong?"

When he encountered difficulties, he naturally had to rely on this clever woman who understood Qimen Dunjia.

Cheng Ying was so ashamed that she almost bit her teeth to pieces after he exposed her in public.

However, the Qiankun Technique imprint within her body held her life and death firmly in its grasp, making it impossible for her to muster the courage to refuse.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth, support his weak legs, and let Lu Wushuang help him to the slippery rock closest to the pool.

She took a few deep breaths, forcing herself not to stare at Yang Guo's lewd and unrestrained behavior.

Relying on Peach Blossom Island's profound knowledge of formations, she stared at the cascading water curtain for the duration of most of an incense stick's time.

"Yang Guo, you're using all your strength in the wrong place."

Cheng Ying cleared her throat, her voice sounding weak and unsteady, as if she were recovering from a serious illness.

"This water flow appears violent, but within it it is divided into the principles of Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams."

"If you try to use that unsharpened piece of raw iron to touch the most powerful 'Kan' position of the waterfall, it's like trying to poke a wall of copper and iron with a wooden stick."

"Water is yin and yielding; it transforms when it encounters strength."

"Your brute force, which came straight at you, was completely deflected to the sides by the water flow, and the recoil force naturally flowed back to your hand along the sword."

"Stop with the flowery language and speak in plain language that I can understand. Where exactly are you going to strike?"

Yang Guo looked impatient, and his large iron sword stirred up two large whirlpools in the water.

Cheng Ying felt a tightness in her chest from anger, took a couple of deep breaths, and pointed to a protruding rock about three feet to the left of the waterfall:

"Follow the water flow patterns beneath that large blue stone with your sword!"

"That's the 'displaced' edge where the water converges, where the force is most dispersed."

"Don't strike head-on. Instead, turn the sword to the side and use the momentum of the water as it crashes down to go with the flow, merging your strength with the water's force."

This insightful comment hit the nail on the head, and Yang Guo's mind suddenly cleared.

The greatest skill lies in its simplicity; it never intended for anyone to break it with brute force.

Dugu Qiubai's strategy was to use the opponent's strength against them and to go with the flow!

Yang Guo stepped on the slippery underwater reefs and took a few steps to reach the bottom of the large blue stone.

He focused his mind and calmed his spirit, mobilizing the purplish-red primordial energy bead in his dantian.

A powerful and profound innate true energy rapidly filled his arms.

"drink!"

Yang Guo roared.

Following Cheng Ying's indication of the weak point in the water flow, the Xuan Tie Greatsword slashed diagonally in with its thick back.

This time, he didn't fight the current head-on at all. Instead, he followed the trajectory of the falling water, twisted his waist and hips violently, and pulled it down in a violent crescent arc.

"Boom—"

The massive flow of water was abruptly cut off by this sword technique that combined skillful technique with brute force.

A nearly two-zhang-long, pale ditch suddenly burst open in the middle of the waterfall, with water spray flying everywhere.

This sword strike was more than ten times smoother than before, and not even the slightest tingling sensation returned to the tiger's mouth.

But Yang Guo showed no joy at all.

Although the sword cleaved the water, the speed at which it was swung was as slow as an old ox pulling a broken cart.

Moreover, this method of using the opponent's force against them means that if the sword deviates even slightly from its position, it will immediately be swallowed up by the incoming water column.

In actual combat, where are there so many fixed weak points for him to exploit?

Frustrated, he plunged his large iron sword into a crevice in the rocks at the bottom of the water.

The frustration of hitting a bottleneck made him extremely irritable.

This thing is still a long way from being mastered.

With the fifth day of next month approaching, the day Guo Jing will go to the Golden Wheel Monk's arena, if he doesn't thoroughly understand the intricacies of this heavy sword technique, he'll likely suffer a great loss when he returns to Xiangyang.

Yang Guo wiped the water droplets from his head, strode out of the pool, and stepped onto the shore with his wet feet.

As soon as he approached, his wild, masculine scent wafted over you.

Lu Wushuang immediately went to greet him attentively, clutching a long, close-fitting cloth dress that she had torn herself in her hand, and stood on tiptoe to wipe the water droplets from Yang Guo's broad chest.

She deliberately wiped slowly with her fair little hands, her fingertips occasionally digging into Yang Guo's burning flesh, which aroused the lustful fire in Yang Guo's lower abdomen.

"Butler Cheng."

Yang Guo grabbed Lu Wushuang's mischievous hand and turned to stare intently at Cheng Ying, who was hiding two steps away.

He strode over and grabbed Cheng Ying's slender, soft wrist without any hesitation.

Cheng Ying gasped in surprise, having no strength to resist, and was roughly dragged to Yang Guo's side.

Their faces were very close, and Yang Guo's heavy, hot breath was blowing directly onto Cheng Ying's pretty face.

"What...what are you going to do! Let go of me!"

Cheng Ying struggled frantically, her other hand pressed firmly against Yang Guo's soaked chest muscles.

But the firm muscles felt like a red-hot iron, burning her fingers so much they trembled.

"Loosen up?"

"I was chopping water in there and my back is aching. Why aren't you here, my personal butler, helping your master dry off? What are you doing hiding so far away?"

Yang Guo wore a wicked, unrestrained grin, while secretly activating a portion of the Qiankun Technique.

The mark that Yang Guo had planted in Cheng Ying's dantian immediately reacted, and an extremely domineering heat instantly spread throughout her body.

Her legs suddenly went weak, and she collapsed forward like a limp rag doll, falling directly into Yang Guo's strong, broad embrace, her full breasts pressed tightly against his bare chest.

"Yang Guo...you despicable and shameless beast..."

Cheng Yinghong's face was flushed with humiliation, tears streaming down her face, but she couldn't even muster the strength to push him away.

"Does this count as insulting me?"

Yang Guo's strong arms tightly encircled her slender, supple waist, and he brought his large mouth close to her earlobe, biting it hard as he spoke, his breath coming in ragged gasps:

"Once I've figured out all the tricks of this great sword, we'll have to review our dual cultivation techniques twice when we get back to the cave tonight."

"Your weak and untrained body needs a lot of effort to properly train it."