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

It was completely dark.

Both sides of the official road were covered with wild grass that was half a person tall.

Yang Guo pulled on the reins.

The black horse snorted and stopped by the roadside.

Ahead, there was a dilapidated temple with half of its roof collapsed.

Yang Guo looked down at the person in his arms.

Cheng Ying was lying face down on the horse's neck, her gray-blue Taoist robe soaked through and clinging tightly to her body.

She was panting heavily, her legs too weak to grip the horse's belly.

Yang Guo burst into laughter, grabbed Cheng Ying's slender waist with one hand, and lifted her off the horse.

The moment Cheng Ying's feet touched the ground, her knees buckled and she knelt down.

Yang Guo reacted quickly, his strong arm scooping her up and pulling her into his arms.

"Butler Cheng, your health is really too poor."

"You're this exhausted just from riding a horse. If you ever encounter Mongol soldiers, you won't even have the strength to run away."

Cheng Ying leaned against his strong chest muscles, too exhausted to even refute him.

The Qiankun Technique imprint within her body had been tossed and turned all the way, leaving her dantian filled with chaotic true energy.

Lu Wushuang also stopped her horse and nimbly jumped down.

She tied the two horses to a crooked tree outside the dilapidated temple.

"My lord, this place is drafty from all sides. Are we really going to sleep here tonight?"

Lu Wushuang brushed the yellow dust off her clothes as she walked into the temple.

Yang Guo half-carried and half-dragged Cheng Ying into the temple.

Inside the temple was a clay Buddha statue missing its head, and the ground was covered in a thick layer of dust.

"It's good enough to have a roof over your head."

"Go outside and gather some dry firewood to start a fire. It's windy at night, don't let our Steward Cheng get cold."

As he spoke, Yang Guo placed Cheng Ying on a pile of dry grass behind the clay Buddha.

Lu Wushuang rolled her eyes, muttering curses as she turned to go outside to gather firewood.

"Hmph, all you know is how to pity her!"

Yang Guo ignored Lu Wushuang's complaints.

He squatted down in front of Cheng Ying and placed his large hand directly on her lower abdomen.

Cheng Ying trembled with fright and instinctively shrank back.

"Don't move! I'm going to check you out."

Yang Guo's palms felt warm, and a surge of innate true energy flowed into them.

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth, her face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

"The chilling aura from your snake king gall hasn't completely dissipated yet."

"Furthermore, you've just broken through to the Innate Realm, and the Fallen Flower True Qi and Lao Tzu's Qiankun Technique True Qi are currently fighting in your meridians."

"If I don't sort things out for you tonight, you won't even be able to get on a horse tomorrow."

At this moment, Lu Wushuang walked in carrying a pile of dry branches and threw them on the ground.

Yang Guo took out a tinderbox and lit a fire.

The flames suddenly shot up, instantly illuminating the dilapidated temple.

Yang Guo stood up and dusted off his hands.

"Wushuang, go and keep watch at the temple gate."

"I'm going to pass on my skills to Steward Cheng to solidify her innate realm."

"No one is allowed to come in and disturb us without my permission!"

Lu Wushuang stared wide-eyed at Cheng Ying lying on the dry grass, then at Yang Guo, incredulously.

"Transmitting power? What kind of power must be transmitted in the middle of the night behind a Bodhisattva?"

Yang Guo walked over and slapped Lu Wushuang's pert buttocks hard.

"Stop talking nonsense, go get some fresh air!"

"In this desolate wilderness, what if a wild animal sneaks in and bites your husband? Where will you find such a good man after that?"

Lu Wushuang blushed after being slapped, stamped her foot, and finally walked to the temple gate with her willow-leaf scimitar.

She leaned against the door frame, her ears perked up.

Yang Guo turned around and walked back behind the Mud Bodhisattva.

Cheng Ying was propping herself up, trying to sit up.

Yang Guo plopped down next to her and reached out to untie the belt of her Taoist robe.

"What are you doing!"

Cheng Ying lowered her voice and tightly protected her collar with both hands.

"Stop pretending! How can you circulate your internal energy through your clothes?"

"All your meridians are blocked in your back and chest. How am I supposed to pinpoint your acupoints if you don't take your clothes off?"

Yang Guo was surprisingly strong and easily pried her hand away.

The bluish-gray Taoist robe was roughly stripped off and thrown aside.

Beneath her Taoist robe, Cheng Ying wore only a thin white undergarment.

Her undergarments were soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her skin, revealing the clear outline of her bright red bodice underneath.

Yang Guo swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the two plump mounds of soft flesh.

"Turn around and sit cross-legged."

Cheng Ying didn't dare to look at him at all, and obediently turned around and sat down cross-legged with her back to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo took a deep breath and placed his hands on her back.

The pure Yang energy of the Qiankun Technique flowed in continuously.

Cheng Ying shuddered as the scorching heat flowed up her Du meridian, leaving her feeling sore and numb wherever it passed.

The coldness in her body was instantly transformed into a warm current by the heat, spreading throughout her limbs and bones.

But then, Yang Guo's hands started to wander.

He ran his hand down Cheng Ying's smooth back, pressing his thumb against her lower back and kneading it vigorously.

"Um……"

Cheng Ying let out a sweet, cloying breath, her body going limp and collapsing backward.

Yang Guo pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on her snow-white shoulder.

"Butler Cheng, you have such a well-proportioned body."

"When we get to Xiangyang, you'll give me advice during the day and warm my bed at night."

Cheng Ying kept her eyes tightly closed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The mark within her was fully activated, and reason had long been replaced by desire.

She suddenly turned around, wrapped her arms around Yang Guo's neck, and pressed her burning cheek against his.

At the temple entrance.

The night wind made the fire whistle and crackle.

Lu Wushuang stood alone in the cold wind, listening to the noises coming from behind the Mud Bodhisattva.

Although the voice was kept very low, it could be heard clearly in the quiet, dilapidated temple.

There were sounds of fabric tearing, and my cousin Cheng Ying's suppressed moans...

Lu Wushuang was so angry that her teeth itched.

She suddenly drew her willow-leaf dagger and slashed it fiercely at the threshold beside her!

"Snap!"

Wood chips flew everywhere.

"You shameless, stinking cousin! She acts like a saint all day, but behind your back she's the most wanton woman ever! All she does is seduce her husband!"

Lu Wushuang grew angrier the more she thought about it, and stomped her left foot on the ground twice.

Several times she wanted to rush in and pull the two adulterers apart, but when she thought of Yang Guo's dark face, she forcibly pulled back her leg.

My husband has a terrible temper. If I interrupt his good time, I'll definitely suffer the consequences.

In the end, Lu Wushuang could only squat helplessly by the threshold, covering her ears tightly with her hands.

More than an hour passed.

The commotion behind the clay Buddha finally stopped.

A moment later, Yang Guo came out, pulling up his pants.

He was shirtless, and his muscular chest was covered in beads of sweat.

He walked to the fire, picked up the water bag, and gulped down a large mouthful of cold water before exhaling a long breath of hot air.

Lu Wushuang walked over carrying a knife, her pretty face cold and silent.

Yang Guo grinned.

He put down the water bag, strode over, and pulled Lu Wushuang into his arms.

"What's wrong? Who made our Wushuang angry? Her lips are pouting so much you could hang an oil bottle on them."

Lu Wushuang pushed hard against his chest, but couldn't budge him at all.

"Don't touch me! Go find your good housekeeper!"

"She's well-educated and reasonable, knows how to read water and set up formations! What am I? I'm just a maid who guards the gate and keeps watch for you!"

Yang Guo laughed heartily and leaned down to give Lu Wushuang a hard kiss on the lips.

"What kind of nonsense is going on in your little head all day long?"

"I was doing something important!"

Lu Wushuang turned her face away.

"Serious business? The two of them stripped naked and got down to business?"

Yang Guo reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"You don't know anything!"

"Your cousin's skills are all in her head. I'm improving her abilities so she can take the fall later!"

"Once we reach the outskirts of Xiangyang, with the Mongol army pressing in, do you think I'd let you fight those roughnecks to the death?"

Lu Wushuang was stunned for a moment.

Yang Guo seized the opportunity and unleashed all the persuasive skills of a modern pyramid scheme leader.

"You remember this well, your cousin is at best a housekeeper doing manual labor, but you're different!"

"You were personally trained by me! I've always kept the position of Grand Steward of the Quanzhen Sect's Intelligence Division for you!"

As they spoke, Yang Guo's large hand had already slipped inside Lu Wushuang's clothes, wantonly kneading her soft flesh.

"Once we've sorted out this mess in Xiangyang, the Quanzhen Sect's influence will be able to expand throughout the entire Guanzhong Plain."

"By then, you'll be managing thousands of people, and just looking at the ledgers every day will make your eyes water!"

"All the high-ranking officials and nobles in Xiangyang have to bow and call you Steward Lu! Even your cousin has to take orders from you!"

Lu Wushuang was completely stunned by these words.

She was a homeless person since childhood, and her greatest desire was to make something of herself and no longer be looked down upon.

Yang Guo's words struck a chord with her.

"Husband, what you said... is it all true? You're not lying to me?"

Lu Wushuang's tone softened, and she unconsciously gripped Yang Guo's arm tightly with both hands.

Why would I lie to you? You're still the one I love the most!

"I personally healed your leg, I personally taught you martial arts, and I've touched every inch of your body."

"Can your cousin compare to you?"

Yang Guo lowered his head and breathed hot air into her ear.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this tonight."

"Once we enter Xiangyang tomorrow, I'll find a grand inn and book the top-class room!"

"I'll keep you coming back for three days and three nights straight, making you pay for everything you lost tonight!"

Lu Wushuang was completely won over.

Her cheeks flushed, and she buried her head deeply into Yang Guo's broad chest.

"You said it... you can't go back on your word later."

Yang Guo patted his chest and guaranteed, "I keep my word!"

"Alright, come over and warm yourself by the fire. We'll head into town first thing tomorrow morning."

"That stubborn mule Guo Jing is probably frantic with worry. I need to go teach him a lesson right away!"

Behind the clay Bodhisattva.

Cheng Ying put on her Taoist robe and leaned against the cold wall, feeling weak all over.

Listening to Yang Guo's words of deception to Lu Wushuang outside, she felt a mix of emotions.

She knew, of course, that Yang Guo was just making empty promises, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Her current internal strength is completely tied to Yang Guo; without him, she wouldn't even be able to survive.

She subconsciously sensed her dantian, which was filled with an unprecedentedly abundant innate true energy.

On this point, Yang Guo did not lie to her.

After practicing dual cultivation, her cultivation level was indeed completely stabilized.

Cheng Ying bit her lip and tied her disheveled hair back up.

She surrendered.

So be it, I'll be a housekeeper. As long as I can protect my cousin, I'll accept being tormented by this man for the rest of my life.