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

On a cold jade bed inside an ancient tomb.

Yang Guo felt as if his internal organs were boiling. His whole body was burning hot, and the sweat that had just appeared was evaporated by his body heat, rising in a cloud of white mist.

Just then, a small, cold hand touched his chest.

Yang Guo almost cried out in pleasure.

The chill seeped into the chest through the Tanzhong acupoint, forcefully suppressing the heat.

Yang Guo opened his eyes groggily.

Everything in sight was pure white.

Xiaolongnu sat on the edge of the bed, her expression focused. She placed one hand on Yang Guo's chest and the other on his dantian, continuously channeling her inner energy into his body.

The two were very close together.

Yang Guo could even count her long eyelashes.

With each breath, a faint, cool fragrance wafted into Yang Guo's nose.

He recognized the smell, but it felt different these past few days. Before, it was cold, but now there seemed to be a hint of unsettling sweetness in the cold.

"Don't move."

Xiaolongnu noticed Yang Guo's tense body and frowned slightly. "It must be a side effect of the pill you swallowed earlier. That pill was too potent, suddenly giving you a surge of internal energy, but your body couldn't handle it all at once. If I had been a step later, your meridians would be broken and you would be a cripple by now."

Yang Guo swallowed.

"Sister...sister, am I going to die?"

"You won't die." Little Dragon Girl's hands didn't stop moving. "Only by straightening out this chaotic true energy and guiding it back to your dantian can your kung fu be truly solidified."

As she spoke, she pressed her palm against Yang Guo's dantian with slight force and began to massage it clockwise.

This rubbing had no effect; Yang Guo felt an electric current rush up his tailbone and straight to the top of his head.

You see, this jade bed is slippery to begin with. He was currently shirtless, and Xiaolongnu's soft, cool hands were circling around his sensitive lower abdomen.

Who can stand this?

Yang Guo was a normal nineteen-year-old boy. No matter how much he silently recited "form is emptiness" in his mind, his body still reacted honestly.

He quickly closed his eyes and mentally slapped himself repeatedly.

Yang Guo, Yang Guo, are you a beast?

Someone is saving your life, what nonsense are you thinking about?

Besides, this is the wife that Master has chosen!

That's your future teacher's wife!

If you dare to have any improper thoughts, that old bastard Yin Zhiping will chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs if he finds out.

"Stay calm! This is for Master's happiness! For the peace between the Quanzhen Sect and the Ancient Tomb Sect!"

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and mentally prepared himself.

But no matter how well you do the ideological work, it can't overcome the physiological reaction.

As Xiaolongnu had to lean forward to guide her inner energy, her falling hair gently brushed against Yang Guo's neck, causing a ticklish sensation.

Her loose neckline was slightly open, and from Yang Guo's angle as he lay down, he could just see that breathtakingly fair skin.

Although it was only for a moment, Xiaolongnu straightened up, but that fleeting glance almost caused Yang Guo's suppressed anger to explode again.

"puff!"

Yang Guo felt a burning sensation in his nose, and two streams of blood uncontrollably flowed down.

Little Dragon Girl paused, looking at the bright red blood from her nose with some confusion.

"What's going on? Is my internal energy flowing in reverse and attacking my heart?"

She reached out her finger and wiped it under Yang Guo's nose. Looking at the bloodstains on her fingertip, her brows furrowed even more.

"No...no..." Yang Guo quickly raised his hand to cover his nose, so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground. "It's probably...I overdid it, and I'm a little feverish..."

Little Dragon Girl nodded thoughtfully: "That medicine is indeed hot in nature."

She stood up, took a damp cloth from the side, and without minding that it was dirty, carefully wiped the bloodstains from Yang Guo's face.

His movements were gentle, and his expression was serious.

Yang Guo lay there, looking at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his eyes, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Sister Rong'er, I'm so sorry.

Master, I'm sorry too.

But it's really not my fault!

Who could possibly resist that?

This gigolo is really delicious!

"Turn around," Little Dragon Girl instructed after wiping away the blood.

"what?"

"There are still a few major acupoints on your back that haven't been opened."

Yang Guo obediently turned over and lay face down on the cold jade bed.

The cool bed surface pressed against his burning chest, which made him slightly more awake.

Immediately afterwards, Xiaolongnu placed her palm on his back.

A powerful internal force slowly traveled up the spine.

Yang Guo hummed comfortably twice, burying his face in his arms. The guilt and pleasure intertwined in his heart, tormenting him with a bittersweet feeling.

……

Outside the ancient tomb, in the woods behind the mountain.

Compared to the enchanting spring scenery inside the tomb, the outside world was a scene of bleak winds and bitter rain.

Lu Qingdu squatted under an old, crooked tree, holding a branch in his hand, idly poking at the ant nest on the ground.

One of his eyes was swollen like a rotten peach, and half of his face was covered with plasters, making him look like a pig's head that had just been fished out of a pot.

"Snapped!"

He slapped his neck hard, and when he opened his palm, he saw a large mosquito that was full of blood.

"Oh shit!"

Lu Qingdu wiped his hands on his clothes, cursing, "Is Yang Guo some kind of turtle? He's been holed up inside for three days, why hasn't he come out yet?"

The Taoist priest with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face came over, holding a few dry wild fruits in his hands.

"Brother Lu, have something to eat. We've been guarding here for three days and three nights, and the brothers are almost starving."

Lu Qingdu glanced at the unripe fruit and slapped it away.

"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is eating! That little bastard Yang Guo has ruined us like this. If we don't catch him, even eating dragon meat won't taste good!"

He stood up, looking at the eerie entrance to the ancient tomb, his eyes filled with resentment.

For the past three days, this group of people have taken turns keeping an eye on things.

I thought that Yang Guo was injured and would definitely have to go back to Chongyang Palace for help.

Who knew that this kid would refuse to come out no matter what.

"Senior brother, do you think... that kid might already be dead inside?" the sharp-mouthed Taoist priest asked cautiously. "That ancient tomb is full of traps and mechanisms, and there's that female demon..."

"It would be best if he were dead!" Lu Qingdu spat. "If he were dead, we could just go in and collect his body!"

Although he said that, he wasn't sure himself.

He had witnessed the skill of the woman in white that day with his own eyes.

That sense of oppression was even stronger than that of his master, Zhao Zhijing.

If Yang Guo really became that female demon's lover...

Lu Qingdu shivered.

No, we can't keep wasting time like this.

Yang Guo refused to come out of the Ancient Tomb no matter what, and even catching him in the act couldn't stop him. His master couldn't wait any longer and had already gone to the Sect Leader to complain. As long as the Sect Leader spoke, even that female demon wouldn't dare to openly protect the traitor of the Quanzhen Sect.

Just then, a young Taoist priest came running hurriedly down the mountain path in the distance.

"Senior Brother Lu! Senior Brother Lu!"

The young Taoist priest, breathless from running, cried out, "Master... Master has ordered you to return to Chongyang Palace immediately!"

Lu Qingdu's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the young Taoist by the collar: "What did they say? What did the Sect Leader say?"

The young Taoist priest, panting heavily, said, "The sect leader... is furious! He's already sent Uncle Yin... to arrest him!"

"good!"

Lu Qingdu slapped his thigh hard, aggravating the wound on his face. He grimaced in pain, but his smile was incredibly ferocious.

"Yang Guo, let's see if you don't die this time!"

……

……

Chongyang Palace, Sanqing Hall.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was solemn.

The statue of the Three Pure Ones, standing high in the center, looks down upon the masses below.

Qiu Chuji sat upright on the futon, his face clouded with gloom.

To his left sat several of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, including Liu Chuxuan and Wang Chuyi.

Zhao Zhijing stood in the center of the hall, holding a broken piece of stone in his hands, tears streaming down his face.

"Sect Leader! Fellow senior disciples!"

Zhao Zhijing held the stone high, his voice filled with grief and indignation, "This is the boundary marker personally erected by Patriarch Chongyang! It bears the inscription 'Outsiders Stop Here,' a testament to the dignity of our Quanzhen Sect!"

"Now, this face has been shattered by that little beast Yang Guo with a single punch!"

Zhao Zhijing's words were very well said.

He didn't mention why Yang Guo smashed the monument, nor why Lu Qingdu and the others were beaten; he just clung to the two points of "betraying one's master and ancestors" and "destroying sacred objects."

Qiu Chuji looked at the broken stone, his brows furrowed.

He had a fiery temper and couldn't stand his disciples disobeying him.

Although he had always looked down on Zhao Zhijing's scheming and petty nature, the evidence was irrefutable, leaving him no choice but to believe it.

"Zhijing, get up first."

Qiu Chuji said in a deep voice, "Although Yang Guo is unruly, he is still young. Do you have any evidence to support your claim that he colluded with the sorcerers of the Ancient Tomb Sect to steal external martial arts techniques?"

"have!"

Zhao Zhijing straightened up and pointed outside the hall, "Lu Qingdu and the others are waiting outside. More than a dozen people, all of them severely injured! If Yang Guo hadn't learned demonic magic, how could he have possibly injured so many people with his meager skills?"

"Moreover..." Zhao Zhijing lowered his voice, feigning deep sorrow, "Qingdu witnessed it with his own eyes: Yang Guo and the Little Dragon Girl in the Ancient Tomb were behaving intimately, even... even being carried into the Ancient Tomb by that vixen!"