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

"Eighth Rank: Finger strength becomes softer, and the power begins to possess spirituality. The focus of this realm is not on killing, but on recognizing acupoints and unblocking meridians. The practitioner's fingertips often contain warm energy, which can be used to massage the blood vessels..."

"Did you experience bleeding during the uterine evacuation procedure?"

Yang Guo's eyes lit up, and that sly smile reappeared on his lips.

"Isn't this just a massage?"

"This is great!"

"If Sister Rong gets tired in the future, I'll give her a massage. If Sister Long gets a stitch while practicing her martial arts, I can also help her catch it..."

Back then, the reason I managed to win over Sister Rong was entirely because of my massage skills.

Now, with the addition of the One-Finger Divine Skill, wouldn't it be even more powerful?

Sister Long has lived in the ancient tomb for many years. It's a dark and damp place, so she must have accumulated a lot of cold energy in her body. If I could master the eighth-grade One Yang Finger technique and generate pure Yang heat to help her clear her meridians, wouldn't that be wonderful?

Yang Guo imagined the scene.

Sister Long lay on the cold jade bed, her clothes half undone, her skin as white as snow.

I extended my finger, brimming with "positive energy," and gently touched her...

puff!"

Yang Guo felt a heat in his nasal cavity, and two streams of blood gushed out.

"Ahem, Yang Guo, you're a gentleman, what are you thinking?"

Yang Guo wiped the blood from his nose and forcibly pulled his thoughts back to the manual.

The cultivation methods for the eighth rank are completely different from those for the ninth rank.

The Ninth Rank training focuses on "strength," which is indestructible.

The eighth-ranked practitioner, however, cultivates "softness," which involves meticulous control.

The forceful finger strength must be transformed into a gentle, pervasive force that penetrates acupoints without damaging the meridians.

This is like trying to embroider with a huge iron hammer; you can imagine how difficult it is.

"Identifying acupoints and their locations..."

Yang Guo looked at the densely packed diagrams of human acupoints in the book.

For most people, just memorizing these acupoint charts would be a nightmare.

But who is Yang Guo?

He was a clever kid that even Huang Rong had to admit.

Although he didn't learn martial arts on Peach Blossom Island, he thoroughly mastered the arts of Qimen Dunjia and the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.

These acupoints on the human body are inherently aligned with the numbers of stars in the celestial sphere.

Yang Guo only read it twice, but he memorized all 360 acupoints perfectly.

"Next, it's about controlling the heat."

Yang Guo stretched out his finger and gestured towards the candlelight in the air.

What he had to do was to press down the candle flame with his finger, but not to extinguish it.

"laugh!"

The first finger pointed out.

The candle flame went out instantly, and even the wick was cut off by the wind.

"It's too strong."

Yang Guo shook his head and relit the candle.

"laugh!"

It's dead again.

"Still big."

Yang Guo was not discouraged; he had done plenty of things like playing with fire when he was a child.

He calmed himself down and stopped thinking about its power, focusing instead on the word "warmth".

Imagine your fingers are not weapons, but a piece of warm jade, or a gentle spring breeze.

The internal energy emanated from the fingertips, no longer gushing out all at once, but like breathing, flowing in and out continuously.

Time passed by, bit by bit.

The candles in the tomb went out and were lit again, then went out again.

A large puddle of wax dripped onto the ground.

I don't know how much time passed.

Yang Guo's forehead was soaked with sweat, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

At this moment, the candle flame flickered like a bean.

Yang Guo slowly extended his index finger and gently tapped it from a distance of three inches.

A faint, warm current seemed to seep from her fingertips.

The flames, which had been pointing straight upwards, seemed to have been gently stroked by a hand, bending slightly backwards and forming a perfect arc.

But it did not go out.

As soon as Yang Guo withdrew his finger, the flame straightened up again, burning even more fiercely than before, and its color took on a faint golden hue.

"It's done!"

Yang Guo looked at his fingers, a look of wild joy on his face.

The fingertips are warm, and the energy flows freely.

Yang Guo then immediately began experimenting on himself.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearms.

Slowly press your right index finger on the "Quchi" acupoint on your left arm.

A warm current flowed down my fingertips and into my acupoints.

acid.

numb.

Swelling.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable feeling of comfort spread along my left arm.

"Cool!"

Yang Guo couldn't help but cry out.

This feels even better than taking a hot bath.

He then tried pressing other acupoints.

"Shousanli", "Neiguan", "Waiguan"...

Each click precisely unleashes that warm, stimulating finger pressure.

Although he's not quite proficient yet, sometimes it hurts when he applies too much force, and sometimes he doesn't feel anything when he applies too little force, he has already grasped that feeling of "spiritual connection with finger strength".

Time slips away, bit by bit.

The lamp oil in the tomb was almost burned out, and the flame flickered.

Yang Guo, however, was completely immersed in exploring his own body.

He poked and prodded himself, having a great time.

If someone were to barge in right now and see a teenager not sleeping in the middle of the night, poking himself and occasionally making strange noises like "Oh~", "Hiss~", or "Feels good~", they would probably think he was possessed or had gone mad.

Until the last drop of lamp oil was exhausted.

The dim sunlight shone in through the gap in the ancient tomb.

Yang Guo exhaled and stopped what he was doing.

At this moment, he felt completely relaxed, as if warm water was flowing through his meridians.

"Eighth rank, that's considered to have reached the threshold."

"Breaking through two ranks in one night!"

Yang Guo took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to roar to the sky.

If this gets out, the entire martial arts world will be shaken.

But he knew that it wasn't entirely his doing.

Without the foundation of ten years of internal energy and the assistance of the Jade Bed, such rapid progress would have been impossible.

"That's fate."

As Yang Guo stroked the sandalwood box, he felt a surge of gratitude towards Wang Chongyang, the patriarch he had never met.

"Thank you, old Taoist priest."

"The wife you couldn't win over, I, your grand-disciple, will do it for you."

"The divine skill that you failed to master, I, your grand-disciple, have also mastered for you."

Yang Guo stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked and popped.

After a night of intensive practice, I felt not at all tired, but rather refreshed and invigorated.

He glanced at the dripping water in the corner of the wall.

It was already late in the Yin hour (3-5 AM), and dawn was approaching.

"I wonder if Sister Long is awake yet."

Yang Guo tiptoed toward the tomb where Xiaolongnu was sleeping.

He held his breath, not daring to push the stone door open directly.

Fortunately, when the ancient tomb was first built, Wang Chongyang deliberately left a small gap at the closure of the stone door to ensure ventilation and air exchange within the tomb chamber, so it was not completely sealed. Later, Lin Chaoying occupied the ancient tomb, and since it was inhabited by women who were simple-minded and never thought of taking precautions, the gap in the door was never sealed.

Who would have thought that a hot-blooded young man like Yang Guo would infiltrate this ancient tomb?

Yang Guo crept closer and peered through the finger-width gap.

Little Dragon Girl was fast asleep.

Yang Guo was speechless at the sight. He had thought that a fairy like Xiaolongnu would be a well-behaved child when she slept, but to his surprise, her usual dignified and aloof demeanor was completely gone. Her sleeping posture was extremely unseemly. The thin blanket on the bed had long been kicked into a mess, and she was huddled in the corner of the bed, not even covering herself.

At this moment, she was only wearing a white, one-piece gauze dress, the style of which was somewhat similar to a nightgown from later times, light and breathable. Perhaps because she was restless in her sleep, the hem of the dress was unconsciously kicked up high, bunched up at her waist, directly revealing her long, straight, and flawless legs.

The first impression of Little Dragon Girl's legs is that they are long. She is about 1.7 meters tall, and her legs alone are about 1 meter long.

The second impression she gives is her fair skin, like milk. Her legs are perfectly proportioned, neither too plump nor too thin, with smooth lines and not an ounce of excess fat.

"hiss……"

Yang Guo felt the hot flow in his nasal cavity begin to stir again, so he quickly covered his nose, afraid that the crimson liquid would spray out and splatter on the stone gate.

His gaze followed those breathtakingly long legs upwards, the gauze skirt almost reaching her waist. Just as Yang Guo was getting parched from watching, Xiaolongnu seemed to feel a chill, murmured something, and suddenly turned over.

With this turn, the original side-lying position became one where the person was facing away from the stone door and with their face turned inward.

With this movement, her previously half-hidden, round and pert buttocks instantly entered Yang Guo's field of vision without reservation.

Yang Guo was struck dumb, frozen in place.

Although Xiaolongnu's buttocks weren't as voluptuous as Aunt Guo's, they were still round and shapely.

However, that's not the point. Yang Guo's shock wasn't because he saw anything "improper"; on the contrary, Xiaolongnu was wearing close-fitting clothes.

Against her snow-white skin, several thin ribbons, almost invisible, were wrapped around her waist, outlining an amazing waist-to-hip ratio.

And covering that pert curve was a semi-transparent triangular piece of fabric.

That was the "new protective suit" that Yang Guo had personally tailored and sewed for her not long ago!

"She...she actually wore it?"