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

Deep within the ancient tomb, all was silent.

Only the oil lamps on the stone wall occasionally crackled and popped, their flickering light casting Yang Guo's shadow long and short.

After dinner, Yang Guo used this as an excuse to go into the tomb chamber where the cold jade bed was located.

This tomb chamber was previously where Xiaolongnu slept, but Yang Guo took it over after he entered.

Little Dragon Girl never chased him away.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed, with the sandalwood box tucked into his arms, looking like a miser with a sly smile that he couldn't suppress on his face.

"Hehe, Sister Long doesn't know its value, but I'm the one who's benefiting."

Yang Guo rubbed his hands together and carefully took out the blue-bound "One Finger Divine Skill" manual.

The pages are yellowed and have a musty smell of aged paper and ink.

The first page contains the general outline.

"The One-Finger Divine Skill embodies pure Yang energy. It is based on the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin, channeling the most Yang energy to the fingertips..."

Although Yang Guo usually appears carefree and irresponsible, he has an extremely high aptitude for martial arts.

Although he didn't learn any real kung fu on Peach Blossom Island, he memorized a lot of classical Chinese texts and was quite familiar with meridians and acupoints. In addition, he later secretly practiced the Toad Stance technique taught by Ouyang Feng, and gained firsthand experience in the circulation of internal energy.

"The Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin..."

Yang Guo closed his eyes and sketched out the route of a meridian in his mind.

Starting from the jiao fu point in the chest, it descends to connect with the large intestine, then follows the stomach opening, ascends through the diaphragm to belong to the lungs, and from the lung system it extends horizontally to the armpit...

If it were someone else, just recognizing all these acupoints and regulating this energy would probably take ten days to half a month.

But Yang Guo was different.

He had been taking the "Nine-Turn Reversal Pill" for some time now, and with the refinement from the Cold Jade Bed, his ten years of pure internal energy had been accumulating in his dantian, and he was just worried about where to release it.

With the power cultivation method of "One Finger Divine Skill", the heat that was originally running rampant in his body became like a flood that had found its way into a river, and instantly became obedient.

"rise!"

Yang Guo let out a low shout and focused his mind on his dantian.

I felt a surge of heat rising from my abdomen, traveling up my chest, breaking through layers of barriers, and reaching the Yunmen acupoint on my left shoulder.

"hiss--"

Yang Guo frowned, and his forehead was immediately covered in sweat.

pain.

That fucking hurts.

That method of applying luck was too swift and domineering, like a red-hot iron bar forcefully piercing into the meridians.

"The kung fu that old Taoist priest Wang Chongyang left behind is just like his stubborn and inflexible temper!"

"No wonder the Duan family of Dali likes to become monks. With such domineering finger strength, if they are not nurtured by Buddhism, they will probably turn to murderous intent sooner or later!"

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly.

But he didn't stop.

Although he was afraid of death and pain, he was even more afraid of failing to master the divine skill.

Without mastering the divine skill, you can't beat Uncle Guo, you can't beat those old bastards from the Quanzhen Sect, and more importantly...

He couldn't stand up straight in front of Sister Long!

Just thinking about the scene of being spanked by Xiaolongnu during the day rekindled Yang Guo's competitive spirit.

"I'm going to be a great hero! I'm going to make Sister Dragon call me 'Dad'... cough cough, anyway, I can't back down!"

Yang Guo took a deep breath and forcefully activated his internal energy.

The surge of heat rushed through Yunmen, passed Zhongfu, and swept down the inside of the arm with unstoppable force.

Tianfu, Xiabai, Chize, Kongzui, Lieque, Jingqu, Taiyuan, Yuji...

Finally, rush straight to the Shaoshang acupoint at the tip of the thumb!

"Go!"

Yang Guo suddenly opened his eyes, and his right index finger struck the solid stone wall beside him with lightning speed.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Stone chips flew everywhere.

Yang Guo leaned over to take a look with great anticipation.

On the bluestone wall, there was a white mark about the size of a finger, which was less than half an inch indented.

And his fingers...

"Awooo—!"

Yang Guo was slow to realize what was happening, and only then did he feel the pain. He was in so much pain that he clutched his fingers and rolled around on the cold jade bed.

"It's broken! My finger is broken!"

He raised his right hand and saw that his thumb was swollen like a carrot, and the tip of his finger was scraped raw, burning with pain.

"What kind of lousy skill is this? It injures the enemy a thousand, but also hurts yourself eight hundred!"

Yang Guo blew on his swollen fingers for a long time, his eyes brimming with tears.

He picked up the manual again and turned to the section on ranks.

"Nine Ranks: One-Finger Divine Skill - Beginner Level. The finger strength cannot yet leave the body; it must be generated through physical contact. The practitioner must use this finger technique to strike hard bluestone day and night until the fingertip touches the stone as if touching rotten soil, and the recoil no longer damages the practitioner's meridians. Only then can one be considered to have entered the beginner level."

Yang Guo was dumbfounded when he saw this.

"Attack day and night?"

"Until touching stone feels like touching rotten soil?"

If you master this technique, won't your fingers be worn down to the bony top?

"No, there must be a trick to it."

Yang Guo shook his head.

Wang Chongyang was the best in the world, and Emperor Duan was one of the Five Greats. Both of them were shrewd and intelligent, so it was impossible for them to practice such a clumsy skill.

"The recoil force no longer damages my meridians..."

Yang Guo pondered those words.

He used all his strength in that finger strike just now; a head-on collision is naturally harder than a soft finger.

"One-Finger Divine Skill emphasizes pure Yang energy, using Qi to guide the finger, rather than using flesh and bone to strike a stone."

"I use internal energy to wrap around my fingers, not the other way around to wrap internal energy around my fingers."

A sudden inspiration struck Yang Guo.

He sat cross-legged again, no longer in a hurry to extend his finger, but instead closed his eyes and focused his mind, carefully sensing the changes in the internal force at his fingertips.

The chill emanating from the cold jade bed seeped into his body through the pores beneath him, merging with the pure yang internal energy of the One Yang Finger in his meridians.

One is cold, the other is hot; yin and yang are in harmony.

The previously restless internal energy miraculously calmed down, becoming more condensed and pure.

"I see!"

Yang Guo was overjoyed.

This Jade Bed was originally a treasure of the Ancient Tomb Sect for cultivating internal energy, capable of suppressing inner fire and preventing qi deviation.

It's now a perfect match for practicing this powerful and domineering One-Finger Divine Skill!

Without this cold jade bed, an ordinary person practicing the One-Finger Divine Skill would have to spend a lot of time dispelling the intense heat alone, and could even burn their meridians if they were not careful.

But sitting on the cold jade bed meant that he was constantly being cooled down by a natural cooler.

"Heaven is helping me!"

Yang Guo circulated his internal energy once again.

This time, he was not impatient.

The internal energy flowed slowly, condensing at the Shaoshang acupoint. It no longer surged wildly, but flowed like water, layer upon layer, enveloping the finger bone.

A faint blush gradually rose to her fingertips, subtly revealing a warmth.

Yang Guo slowly extended his finger, his movements gentle and devoid of any hint of malice.

Press down on the stone wall again.

There was no loud "bang".

There was only a very faint "plop".

It's like poking your finger into tofu.

Yang Guo felt a slight resistance at his fingertips, followed by an incredibly smooth entry.

At this moment, the hard bluestone actually became as soft as soil.

He was startled and quickly withdrew his finger.

On the stone wall, a hole about an inch deep was clearly visible!

The opening was smooth and round, with no trace of cracks or breaks at the edges, as if it had always been there.

Look at your fingers again.

The redness and swelling have subsided considerably, and apart from a slight numbness in my fingertips, I am completely unharmed!

As the manual states, "Finger strength cannot yet leave the body; it must be generated through physical contact. Only when the fingertips touch stone as if touching rotten soil, and the recoil no longer damages one's meridians, can one be considered to have entered the realm of martial arts."

"It's done!"

Yang Guo was so excited he almost jumped up.

"That's already ninth rank?"

"This is way too easy!"

If the disciples of the Dali Duan family, who had cultivated diligently for decades, were to hear these words, they would probably be so angry that they would vomit blood.

For others to cultivate the One-Finger Divine Skill, it would take three to five years just to open up the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin, and then another three to five years to hone their finger strength and adapt to the counter-vibration.

To reach the level where touching stone feels like touching rotten soil, one must put in at least ten years of hard work.

But Yang Guo, that fellow, swallowed the Quanzhen Sect's most precious elixir, sat on the Ancient Tomb Sect's cold jade bed, and even had the Nine Yin Manual's Tendon-Changing and Bone-Refining Chapter expand his meridians.

If he puts these three things together and practices for another three to five years, he might as well just buy a sweet potato and smash his head against it.

"Hehe, I've reached the ninth rank, but that's just the beginning."

"By simply hardening your fingers a little, you can achieve the same result if you train your external martial arts to a certain level!"

"If I were to encounter a true master, they wouldn't just stand there and let me poke them."

Yang Guo turned the page and looked at the next page.

"Eighth rank."