Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Guo'er, calm down.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud echoed continuously within the stone chamber.

Yang Guo crashed solidly into the wall, then slowly slid down the base of the wall.

"hiss--"

Yang Guo gasped, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted. He rubbed his aching lower back, grimacing as he looked up.

In the center of the stone chamber, Xiaolongnu stood quietly. Her white robes were flawless, without a single wrinkle. She held no weapon, her hands hanging casually at her sides, her gaze cool and aloof as she looked at Yang Guo on the ground.

"The thirty-sixth time," she said casually.

Yang Guo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his heart filled with bitterness.

This isn't practicing martial arts; it's clearly a one-sided beating.

This Great Subduing Demon Fist is powerful, but what's the use if it can't hit anyone?

He was now like a clumsy bear, blindly flapping his wings at a nimble white crane. Every time he threw a punch, Little Dragon Girl would already be behind him, kicking him in the butt.

"Sister, can we try a different fighting style?" Yang Guo stood up, leaning against the wall, his legs trembling. "Your lightness skill is too cheating. Before I can even throw a punch, you've already disappeared."

Little Dragon Girl tilted her head: "If an enemy wants to kill you, would they listen to rules?"

"You can't just kick my butt!" Yang Guo protested. "I'm planning to have children, aren't I?"

Little Dragon Girl ignored his nonsense and simply beckoned with her finger: "Get up and continue."

Yang Guo gritted his teeth.

Fine, you're ruthless.

He took a deep breath, and a surge of heat from his dantian quickly coursed through his body. Although he had been taking a beating, he noticed a strange phenomenon.

At first, the pain was excruciating, and it took a long time to get up.

But after enduring dozens of blows, his body seemed to have become tougher. Whenever Xiaolongnu's fists and feet were about to strike, his internal energy would automatically surge to the point of impact, as if automatically forming a protective armor that resisted most of the force.

Is this the protective true energy?

"Again!"

Yang Guo shouted and stomped his foot.

This time he learned his lesson.

He didn't aim to hit the target; he just wanted to avoid being knocked away.

The Great Subduing Demon Fist emphasizes expansive and powerful movements, but he deliberately avoided it. He curled his body into a ball, adopting an extremely cunning posture. His fists no longer moved straight forward, but instead followed the path of the "Toad Stance" that he had seen Ouyang Feng demonstrate that day. Although he used fist techniques, the points of force he applied were extremely tricky.

He feinted with his right fist, then aimed straight for Little Dragon Girl's face.

Little Dragon Girl slightly turned her body and raised her hand to block.

At that very moment, Yang Guo revealed a wicked smile.

He suddenly retracted his right fist, rolled to the ground, and his left leg shot out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Xiaolongnu's lower body.

This move is called "Lazy Donkey Rolling," and it's a movement technique he borrowed from the "Snake-like Leaping and Fox-like Turning."

A hint of surprise flashed in Xiaolongnu's eyes. This monkey learns quickly; he's even using such a low-down trick.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body floating three feet up, just avoiding the kick.

Yang Guo missed his attack, but instead of getting up, he rolled on the ground and landed right at Xiaolongnu's feet.

"Hehe, got him!"

He suddenly reached out with both hands, trying to grab Xiaolongnu's ankles.

Once I pull her down, she'll lose her advantage of lightness skill. With my brute strength, I should be able to gain some advantage.

However, as soon as I reached out, I felt a tightness in my wrist.

A small, cold hand gripped his pulse.

Immediately afterwards, the world spun around.

"Snapped!"

Yang Guo was thrown away again.

But this time, he didn't hit the wall.

With a flick of her wrist, Xiaolongnu pulled him back with a gentle force, then placed her delicate foot on his chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Yang Guo lay on the stone slab, panting heavily.

My gaze followed that foot upwards.

White socks encased her delicate arches, and above that was a section of jade-like calves, half-hidden by the hem of her skirt.

From this angle of death, the scenery is exceptionally beautiful.

Although I didn't see anything crucial, the humiliation of being trampled underfoot was mixed with a strange sense of excitement.

Yang Guo's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Damn it, I'm sick," he cursed at himself in his heart.

Little Dragon Girl looked down at him, her eyes filled with a hint of mockery.

"Trying to ambush me?" She pressed her toes slightly against Yang Guo's chest.

"Ahem... Sister, all's fair in love and war." Yang Guo, without batting an eye, simply lay down. "Besides, it's only natural for me to want to curry favor with you, since you're such a big shot."

Looking at his shameless, nonchalant attitude, Xiaolongnu's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to laugh, but she held it back.

She withdrew her foot and turned to walk towards the stone platform.

"Get up, apply the medicine."

Upon hearing the words "apply medicine," Yang Guo shuddered, and his earlier romantic thoughts vanished instantly.

"No! Sister! I can do it myself! You really don't need to trouble yourself!"

Yang Guo sprang up with a somersault and was about to grab the medicine bottle on the table.

Although the jade bee jelly in this ancient tomb is a holy medicine for healing, when combined with Xiaolongnu's methods, it is simply torture.

Xiaolongnu withdrew her hand, and Yang Guo missed.

"Take it off."

She only said one word.

Yang Guo clutched his collar, looking wary. "Sister, men and women shouldn't touch each other. Even though we're close, if word gets out, Master will skin me alive."

"What does it have to do with me if your master wants to skin you alive?" Little Dragon Girl said calmly, "Take it off."

Yang Guo wanted to cry but had no tears.

What kind of nonsense is this?

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a muscular physique.

But now, his once smooth back and chest are covered in bruises, all "medals" earned from a day of training.

Yang Guo lay on the cold jade bed, feeling like a newly arrived palace maid about to be favored by the emperor.

A small, cold hand touched his back.

"hiss--"

It was really cold.

Little Dragon Girl, her fingers stained with jade bee nectar, gently massaged his bruises.

At first, it was quite gentle; the cool touch combined with the burning wound created an indescribable sense of comfort.

Yang Guo hummed comfortably twice.

"Comfortable?" Little Dragon Girl's voice floated from above.

"Not bad, sister, your cooking skills are pretty good..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Snap!"

"Aww—"

Yang Guo let out a bloodcurdling scream, and tears streamed down his face instantly.

With a blank expression, Xiaolongnu kneaded away the bruise, her fingertips applying force as if she were actually drilling into the flesh.

"If the blood stasis doesn't dissipate, it will heal slowly."

"That doesn't have to be so harsh!" Yang Guo pounded the bed in pain.

Little Dragon Girl seemed to enjoy listening to his screams.

Her fingers slid down her spine and stopped at a bluish-purple spot on her lower back.

"This is the opening you made with your 'Lazy Donkey Roll' move just now."

As he spoke, he pressed down hard with his fingertips.

"Ugh!... Gently... Sister... Ouch... I can't take it anymore... You're hurting me..." Yang Guo buried his face in the pillow, let out a muffled groan, and his body suddenly tensed up.