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

A grating rustling sound came from the haystack.

The cave was dimly lit, and the charcoal fire had long since gone out.

Only damp, cold air remained between the stone walls, mixed with the smell of sweat, making one feel suffocated.

Lu Wushuang leaned against Yang Guo's chest, her body limp and weak.

The energy I used to circulate for him earlier was too much, and now even raising his hand is difficult.

Her undergarments were soaked with sweat and wrinkled, clinging tightly to her body, revealing a section of her fair shoulders and neck.

Two long legs were wrapped around Yang Guo's waist, her breathing became rapid and shallow, and the blush on her face had not yet faded.

Yang Guo held her and stopped fooling around. He simply placed his palm on her back and gently helped her catch her breath.

The Qi and blood of the mid-stage of the innate realm surged within the body, and the true Qi circulated along the meridians on its own, even causing a burning sensation to emanate from the palms.

"My lord, you never know how to use your strength."

Lu Wushuang leaned on his shoulder, her voice still slightly breathless, but her tone softened.

"That last blow almost crushed my bones."

Yang Guo chuckled softly, gently pressed his fingertip against her waist, and straightened her disheveled clothes.

"You just took the fire poison for me, what's a little hardship like this? Just bear with it and it will pass."

"But if it weren't for your last breath of cold air, it's hard to say whether I would still be standing right now."

Hearing his tone soften, Lu Wushuang felt a little less embarrassed and annoyed, but she still refused to back down.

"You know that's good. When we get back to Xiangyang, you'll have to make sure you take good care of me."

Yang Guo glanced at her and smiled, "We'll see. If it really comes to that, you'll definitely get a share of the benefits."

As the two were talking, a very faint sound came from the haystack.

Cheng Ying remained with her back to them, her body tense, her sleeves creased from gripping them so tightly.

She had just helped Yang Du pass through the fire poison, which greatly depleted her internal energy. Although she tried to remain calm, her breathing was still a bit faster than usual.

The cave was quiet, and every word of Lu Wushuang and Yang Guo's private conversation reached her ears.

It would be a lie to say that I felt no emotion whatsoever.

However, she has always been restrained, and the closer it gets to this moment, the more she has to suppress her emotions.

She remembered that when she got close to Yang Guo before, his burning heat almost seeped through her clothes and into her bones.

Later, seeing him suppressing the fire poison with a fierce aura, I had already developed a different feeling towards this young man.

Given the current awkward situation, she was even more unwilling to lose her composure.

Yang Guo turned his head and saw that her shoulders and back were still tight, so he guessed that she was still upset.

He deliberately raised his voice, "Butler Cheng, if you're awake, make a sound."

"You were exhausted just now. If you can't take it anymore, rest a little longer."

Upon hearing the words "Butler Cheng," Cheng Ying's fingertips trembled slightly. She then bit her lower lip and slowly turned her head.

Her face was slightly flushed, and the redness around her eyes had not completely faded.

When her gaze fell on Yang Guo, she was first a little embarrassed and annoyed, then her expression turned into a complicated look that was hard to describe.

"Stop trying to put me down with your words," she said in a low voice. "If I hadn't intervened just now, you wouldn't have had the chance to be here and argue with me."

Yang Guo was not annoyed by this, but just smiled faintly.

"That's true. You and Wushuang both helped me today, and I'll remember that kindness."

Hearing his tone soften, Cheng Ying felt a little relieved.

She had expected Yang Guo to continue teasing her, but to her surprise, he restrained himself this time, leaving her speechless for a moment.

Seeing that the two were finally talking less awkwardly, Lu Wushuang gave a soft hum and reached out to tug at Yang Guo's sleeve.

"Since you're so kind, then stop bothering people. Your cousin was exhausted just now, and you were making fun of her."

Yang Guo chuckled and lightly flicked her forehead.

"understood."

"You two should tidy up your clothes first, so you don't catch a cold in this cave."

"I'm going out to test my newfound strength and also see how to use this greatsword."

After he finished speaking, he didn't linger any longer.

Having reached the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, with his Qi and blood at their peak, staying in the cave any longer would only be a waste of his strength.

As Yang Guo stood up, a series of low, crisp sounds emanated from his bones.

The several wounds on his chest, which had been forced open by the fire poison, had been covered with dark scabs, and when his internal energy flowed, there was not much obstruction at the wounds.

He reached out and picked up the heavy black iron sword leaning against the stone wall. With a flick of his wrist, he firmly grasped the seventy or eighty-pound black iron weapon.

Previously, when he lifted this sword, he had to deliberately circulate his internal energy to support his arm with true energy.

Now, even with just one hand gripping it, he felt that although the sword was heavy, it could no longer suppress his arm strength.

The red and black primordial energy bead inside his body slowly rotated, and the true energy pushed along the meridians section by section. The places that were previously somewhat blocked were now much smoother.

Yang Guo looked down at the sword, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

With a heavy sword in hand, the key is never speed, but stability, momentum, and ensuring that every bit of internal force is applied effectively when striking.

If you rely solely on brute force to swing and smash, you will only be able to neutralize the force of a true master's blows.

"You two should dress properly inside. It's cold in the mountains, so don't catch a cold."

He left those words behind, picked up his heavy sword, and turned to leave the cave.

It was already bright outside.

Thick fog pressed down on the mountaintop, the distant waterfall roared incessantly, and water vapor rose from the cliff below, hitting my face with a chill.

The sword tomb of Dugu Qiubai is not far ahead, its stone walls half-hidden in the mist, utterly silent.

Yang Guo walked to the edge of the pool, took off his tattered boots, and stepped directly into the water.

The icy water instantly submerged his calves, then rose up his knees, suppressing some of the remaining heat in his body.

He didn't rush to make a move; he simply stood in the water and regulated his breathing.

After stabilizing their true energy and blood, they walked step by step to the bottom of the waterfall.

The water jets crashed down from above with a heavy thud, landing on my back and creating a real sense of oppression.

If he had stood here a few days ago, his back would have been numb and painful.

But right now, he simply shrugged his shoulders slightly and took the impact head-on.

"It's definitely different now."

Yang Guo muttered to himself.

He gripped the heavy iron sword with both hands, sank his heels into the bottom of the pool, and suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, propelling his entire body upward with the current.

The sword slashed horizontally, aiming straight for the waterfall overhead.

The heavy, dark sword crashed into the water curtain, but instead of making a splitting sound, it produced a dull echo.

Instead of being forcibly cut off, the water flow was parted to both sides by the blunt force of the sword, dissipating most of the force, and then pressed back from the side of the sword.

The recoil came extremely fast, shooting straight up his arms along the hilt of the sword, making his tiger's mouth numb and his wrists tremble slightly.

Yang Guo took two steps back, almost dropping his heavy sword, but managed to steady it.

The sword tip landed on the bottom of the water, stirring up a cloud of mud that splashed all over his face.

"I see."

He raised his hand to wipe the mud off his face, but his expression gradually calmed down.

He used 70% of his internal strength in that sword strike just now; theoretically, he should have been able to split even a heavy rock in two.

However, the waterfall was only pushed aside slightly by the sword's force before it was pushed back down again.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword has no sharp edge; its blade is blunt and heavy. If one only thinks of severing everything with a single strike, the power will dissipate into the water.

The eight characters Dugu Qiubai left on the stone wall, "A heavy sword has no edge, great skill is without artifice," clearly refer not only to the weight of the sword.

It further states that when drawing the sword, one should use one's own strength to flow through the entire body, leveraging the momentum to overwhelm the enemy and using clumsiness to defeat skill.

Yang Guo stood beneath the waterfall, his gaze slowly sinking down.

He had previously thought that his power had increased dramatically, allowing him to rely on brute force to smash and chop, but now that he was here, he realized that the way of the heavy sword was far more difficult than he had imagined.

If you only know how to swing a sword, you're only exerting a superficial amount of force.

But to truly grasp the basics of this sword technique, one would likely have to overcome another hurdle.

"A heavy sword has no edge, great skill appears simple... Does that mean one can never grasp the essence of it all by simply relying on brute force?"