Gong Honglai never thought that a delicate, graceful beauty could withstand his three trusted allies—especially since those allies were no mere ordinary fighters. Fuming, he grew visibly agitated: it was all due to the young Gaoliang. If Gaoliang perished, Gong would be at ease. With this thought in mind, he poured all his resentment onto Gaoliang, channeling nine-tenths of his Iron Sand Palm strength. Based on his assessment, Gaoliang’s Golden Bell Defense was sustained by the energy of his three close friends. Since those friends had not yet reached the peak of mastery, this was the perfect moment to strike. Hah! Gaoliang, you are surely doomed! I am the true victor! Gong Honglai’s palm grew progressively redder and redder, clearly intensifying his energy, concentrating decades of training into this one palm—indeed, a palm unmatched in the realm. When Gong Honglai's iron sand palm struck against Gao Liang's outer golden bell shield, the shield emitted a sharp metallic sound—like it had been torn apart. "Ha! It's broken! Broken! Gao Liang, you're dead!" With a loud, arrogant laugh, another palm surged forth like a tidal wave. "Old man, watch out!" The three close friends gasped, as they saw a fierce gust of wind rushing toward Gao Liang. "Husband! Hurry, hide!" Dong Jiao's voice was choked with emotion. Wheee, this time, my husband is definitely done. "Ha! Gao Liang! You want to challenge me? You're asking for it! Do you know? I've already defeated 999 opponents—counting you, this makes 1,000! One thousand! I am invincible!" Gong Honglai relished the thrill of killing and seizing treasures. With the golden bell shield gone, Gao Liang felt like a leaf drifting away, flying outward. Yet Gong Honglai wasn't satisfied—he wanted to personally finish off Gao Liang. As Gao Liang fell to the ground, Gong Honglai stepped on his chest with a firm twist, laughing loudly and arrogantly, "Hah! Hah! What a joke—Gao Liang! I'm going to make you die!" Gao Liang remained calm, speaking with some difficulty, "Gong Honglai, whatever you've done, one day someone will come to clean up your mess!" "Hah! Hah! But you won't see that day!" Gong Honglai bit down on his teeth, concentrating all his strength on his foot, twisting fiercely on Gao Liang's chest. Suddenly, he cried out, "Ah! Ah!" Turning around, he was stunned—he couldn't believe his eyes: his young junior, Lin Tianhao, had arrived carrying a bundle of firewood, and had plunged a chopping knife into his back. "You... you..." Gong Honglai was speechless, yet he pressed on, "You've teamed up to defeat me! Well, then—enjoy it! This isn't the end. When we meet again, don't expect me to be gentle!" With that, he broke into a full run and fled. Lin Tianhao saved Gao Liang in time, which left the three close friends and Dong Qiao deeply grateful. Gao Liang had sustained serious injuries from the iron sand palm. Inside a side room of the Shaolin Temple, the three friends guarded outside, while Dong Qiao watched Lin Tianhao gently channeling qi to heal Gao Liang. Lin Tianhao pressed his palms against Gao Liang's body, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Gao Liang gasped and then lost consciousness. Lin Tianhao sighed and said, "I never thought Master Brother would be so treacherous—having completely disabled your martial arts skills! Nevertheless, I believe there is a method to restore your abilities. But this method must be used with great caution! With great caution!" Dong Qiao blinked, asking, "Master Lin, what exactly is this method?" "The 68th form of the *Damo Easy-Body Classic*, though the original book was created by Master Damo, and his handwritten copy has not been passed down. I don't even know the precise technique! I only heard from Hong Da, the Abbot, who casually mentioned this method might work." Dong Jiao's eyes lit up and said, "Yes! Thank you, young master!" "Gao Liang is a good person. If heaven has the virtue of preserving life, I, Lin Tianhao, will come back again!" After saying this, Lin Tianhao left. Dong Jiao and the unconscious Gao Liang remained. Dong Jiao had been carefully preserving her husband's handwritten copy of *The Da Mo Qi Jin Jing*. Using her high-end handheld computer, she translated the Sanskrit text into Chinese and reached the 68th posture: "To achieve smooth circulation of energy and a harmonious blend of strength and flexibility is essential to unlock the vital gateway between life and death!" At that moment, Gao Liang stirred and woke up under Dong Jiao's gentle shaking. "Husband! Let's practice together! For you, and for me—will you agree?" Dong Jiao's soft voice came through. Gao Liang felt a sudden surge of energy and vitality, though he still felt somewhat weak throughout his body, as his martial arts abilities had been completely lost and many of his meridians remained blocked. Dong Jiao and Gao Liang sat cross-legged Dong Jiao held in her jade palm the luminous green jade figure of the Buddha, a spiritual artifact capable of regulating the yin-yang energies of both individuals, achieving balance between them. "Ah!" High Bright indeed felt much better—energy flowing from Dong Jiao through the spiritual jade was harmonized with his yang energy, forming a new, unified energy that infused into his body. Meanwhile, Dong Jiao sensed High Bright’s energy being transmitted through the jade into her own body, where yin and yang energies converged and interacted dynamically. After ten minutes of focused cultivation, reaching a critical moment, they noticed chaos outside the room. Gong Hong had arrived with a group of his trusted disciples, launching an attack against the three close friends. Rather than allow these unworthy creatures to disturb the elder’s recovery, the three friends were willing to suffer injuries themselves. Outside, fierce combat raged, with a large number of Shaolin loyalists falling. Gong Hong then activated his Iron Sand Palm once more. "Boom!" A strong gust of wind swept in, making the room feel suddenly cool. The heads of Gao Liang and Dong Qiao were steaming with sweat, both breathing heavily. Dong Qiao was particularly nervous, given the dire situation. "Hahahaha! If you want to recover your martial arts skills, then die right here!" Gong Honglai burst into laughter, seeing the handwritten scroll of *The Da Mo Jing Qi Jing* lying on the ground, as well as the Buddha-body spiritual jade held by Gao Liang and Dong Qiao. After all, Laozi had killed people, seized treasures, and played with beautiful women—what a thrill! Hah! Thinking of how he now had two lovely sisters-in-arms in his grasp, Gong Honglai smiled sensuously. He extended a finger as strong and rigid as steel, pressing a vital point on Gao Liang's back. Gao Liang and Dong Qiao were still maintaining a synchronized, balanced palm pressure—harmonizing strength and flexibility—to open the vital life gate. However, since Dong Qiao had never practiced martial arts, she found it difficult to successfully transmit the power through this particular gate. With unwavering determination, they were willing to die together, and thus, nothing could daunt them. "Ah!" Gao Liang gave a piercing cry. Gong Honglai, amidst Gao Liang's cry, beamed with satisfied, lustful laughter: "Haha! Now you're a complete wreck! A complete wreck!"