A Blood-Moving Realm has arrived in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

In the days that followed, the three of them devoted themselves to cultivation in the ancient tomb, working tirelessly day and night.

In their spare time, the three of them would often spar with each other to verify their martial arts skills.

It was perfectly normal for Yang Guo to lose to his master, Xiaolongnü, but what was strange was that Zhang Huai was evenly matched with everyone, with no clear winner.

On the other side, the Quanzhen Sect, Chongyang Palace.

"Ouch...it hurts so much!"

"Master, it's time to change the dressing."

A boy in white robes, carrying a basin of water and a bandage of medicine, whispered to Zhao Zhijing, who was groaning in pain on the bed.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up!" Zhao Zhijing snapped impatiently.

The boy carefully unwrapped the gauze from his body and gently wiped the wound with a cotton cloth soaked in medicinal wine.

"You bastard! Are you trying to kill me with pain?!"

Zhao Zhijing roared angrily and slapped the boy to the ground, spilling water from the basin all over the floor.

The boy hurriedly got up, daring not to speak out in anger, silently cleaned up the water stains, and once again crawled on his knees to Zhao Zhijing's bedside, his movements becoming even gentler.

"That little beast Yang Guo, how could he be so vicious!" Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth. "If he falls into my hands one day, I will tear him to pieces and grind his bones to dust!"

The boy lowered his head, focusing only on carefully wiping the surface, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Senior brother, the sect leader has summoned you there."

Judging from the voice, it was Zhen Zhibing.

"Go, go, go open the door!" Zhao Zhijing shouted at the boy.

The boy had no choice but to put down what he was holding and quickly open the door.

A man stood outside the door, his face ashen and his expression numb; it was Zhen Zhibing.

"Oh, my dear junior brother," Zhao Zhijing said sarcastically, "Is the sect leader summoning me only, or do you want us both to come?"

"I don't know." Zhen Zhibing's voice was indifferent, devoid of any emotion. "The sect leader only ordered me to summon you; I know nothing else."

"Hmph! I've ended up in this state all because of you! And you're just pretending to be dead here," Zhao Zhijing said sarcastically.

Zhen Zhibing didn't say a word, turned around and left without looking back.

"Hmph! Help me up." Zhao Zhijing muttered angrily to himself, "After causing such a mess, you still dare to give me attitude?"

With the help of a young boy, Zhao Zhijing, leaning on a cane, limped and struggled to reach the main hall of Chongyang Palace.

Inside the main hall, several golden pillars carved with dragons stand tall, supporting the eaves at the four corners.

On the eight-tiered platform directly in front, there were seven prayer cushions, and only six people were sitting on them at the moment—the six disciples of Quanzhen, excluding Tan Chuduan.

Qiu Chuji sat in the center, his face solemn and dignified, exuding an air of authority without anger.

"Disciple Zhao Zhijing greets the Sect Leader, Master, and all senior uncles and senior masters."

Zhao Zhijing bowed and was about to kneel down.

"No need for formalities. You are seriously injured, so there's no need for such formalities." It was his master, Wang Chuyi, who spoke.

"Thank you, Master."

"Here's your cane. Now step aside," Wang Chuyi instructed.

Zhao Zhijing took the cane from the boy, steadied himself, and looked up at the six people on the platform: "I wonder what orders the sect leader has summoned me for?"

"Zhibing, you come forward too," Qiu Chuji said.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Zhibing slowly emerged from the shadows beside the hall and stood side by side with Zhao Zhijing at the foot of the steps.

Qiu Chuji's gaze slowly swept over the two men, and his voice boomed like a bell: "I have summoned you two here today to tell you the whole story about what happened at Zhongnan Mountain and the ancient tomb."

Zhao Zhijing lowered his head and remained silent. He knew that his story with Zhen Zhibing was full of holes, and he quickly considered how to respond.

If he weren't hoping that Zhen Zhibing would help him in the future struggle for the position of sect leader, he wouldn't bother to cover up for this good-for-nothing.

Thinking of this, he glanced sideways at Zhen Zhibing, who was still standing there, looking lost and expressionless.

"What a useless piece of trash," Zhao Zhijing cursed inwardly.

He composed himself and met Qiu Chuji's gaze: "I implore the Sect Leader to judge! Yang Guo has been unruly since childhood, showing no respect for elders within the sect, betraying his master and the sect. Later, he even went to live with the demoness of the Ancient Tomb. How can the words of such a traitor be taken seriously?"

"Oh?" Qiu Chuji asked calmly, "You say Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu's words are unreliable, but what about the young man beside him—Zhang Huai—who speaks fluent and accurate Mandarin? How do you explain that?"

Qiu Chuji couldn't help but feel pain in his back teeth whenever he thought of Zhang Huai's perfectly pronounced "kao nen yi" that day.

Zhao Zhijing calmly replied, "Master, you may not know this, but the Mongols have been invading our Central Plains for many years and have secretly trained spies. There are quite a few of them who are proficient in our Han language and customs. It is not surprising that they can even imitate our accents so perfectly."

Moreover, the Mongols are inherently crude and uncultured. Look at Zhang Huai, Master; his clothes are disheveled, his hair is loose and short—what kind of decorum is this? Our bodies, hair, and skin are gifts from our parents; we dare not damage them. If he were truly a citizen of our Great Song Dynasty, how could he so easily cut his hair?”

These words were reasonable, and the five people beside Qiu Chuji nodded slightly upon hearing them.

Only Qiu Chuji remained calm, his gaze sharp as he stared intently at Zhao Zhijing, making Zhao Zhijing feel uneasy.

"What you say makes some sense," Qiu Chuji said slowly. "However, there are many extraordinary people in the world, and it is common for some to have eccentricities and be unconventional. Based on these alone, it is not enough to conclude that he is a Mongol spy."

Zhao Zhijing cursed inwardly: This old Taoist priest is so difficult to deal with!

He glanced at Zhen Zhibing again, but the man remained silent.

It's better if he doesn't say anything; given his current distraught state, it's already a blessing if he doesn't cause any trouble.

Zhao Zhijing immediately put on a sorrowful and earnest expression, tears streaming down his face: "Master, Sect Leader, fellow senior brothers and sisters!"

That day, this disciple and Junior Brother Zhen were on patrol when they suddenly spotted a suspicious figure. They immediately gave chase, pursuing him all the way to the Ancient Tomb Sect's territory. This disciple knew the sect rules forbidding unauthorized entry into the Ancient Tomb, yet still followed him inside. This is a violation of the rules, and I am willing to accept severe punishment!

But I am truly innocent! After chasing him into the ancient tomb, the man stopped running away. When I looked closely with Junior Brother Zhen, I saw that Little Dragon Girl was also there.

"Knowing things were dire, I tried to help Junior Brother Zhen escape, but the man brazenly blocked our way. Junior Brother Zhen fought desperately to protect me, and that's how... that's how he lost an arm! As his senior brother, I failed to protect him; I deserve to die!"

Seeing Zhao Zhijing's tearful and earnest expression, Qiu Chuji frowned and rubbed his forehead, then turned to Zhen Zhibing: "Zhibing, is what your senior brother said true?"

Zhen Zhibing's body trembled, and he slowly raised his head, his gaze turning blankly to Zhao Zhijing.

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, carrying an undeniable sense of coercion.

He seemed to read the meaning in Zhao Zhijing's eyes: "You don't want your fellow disciples to know that you failed to defile Xiaolongnu, do you?"

Zhen Zhibing's throat bobbed, his voice hoarse and dry: "Senior brother... is right, that's how it happened."

Zhao Zhijing's face immediately lit up with joy, and he excitedly shouted, "Sect Leader! Master! Fellow Senior Uncles and Uncles! Junior Brother Zhen has testified personally, the evidence is irrefutable! I urge the Sect Leader to immediately issue the order, while Little Dragon Girl's injuries are still healing, to launch a full-scale attack on the Ancient Tomb, capture these three thieves, uphold the sect's rules, and cleanse Zhongnan!"