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

After swallowing a few pills, Hao Datong's breathing gradually stabilized after a quarter of an hour, and his chest resumed its regular rise and fall.

Upon seeing this, Wang Chuyi was startled.

"What kind of miraculous medicine is this? How can it have such incredible effects?"

But he ultimately didn't dare to ask, fearing that Zhang Huai would think he harbored covetous intentions.

Seeing that Hao Datong's breathing had completely stabilized, Wang Chuyi finally felt relieved.

He was the least injured and in the best condition among them, and immediately turned to Zhang Huai and the other two, cupping his hands in greeting:

"Please come with me to Chongyang Palace for a discussion."

After saying that, he turned around, bent down, carried Hao Datong on his back, and walked towards the main hall of Chongyang Palace.

Liu Chuxuan, carrying the heavily injured Qiu Chuji on his back, followed closely behind, while Sun Bu'er carefully helped and protected the two from the side.

The remaining Quanzhen disciples who were still able to move stayed behind to bandage and treat their injured fellow disciples and to collect the bodies of their fellow disciples.

Looking at the corpses lying scattered on the ground and listening to the cries of the seriously injured disciples, these disciples felt a surge of grief in their hearts and their eyes reddened.

However, the Quanzhen Sect did have some experience in educating its disciples. Although the disciples were heartbroken, they did not hold a grudge against Zhang Huai and the other two.

They had all overheard the conversation between the sect leaders and Zhang Huai, and they already understood that the culprits behind this disaster were Zhen Zhibing, Zhao Zhijing, and the Mongol Huo Du.

Zhang Huai and the other two were merely victims. The sect leaders acted rashly, leading their men to besiege Xiaolongnu, so it was only natural that she would come to their door to seek revenge.

After all, there is no such thing as "I can kill people, but people cannot kill me".

At this moment, the hatred that the Quanzhen disciples felt for Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing had reached its peak.

Zhao Zhijing was always outwardly fierce but inwardly weak and narrow-minded. Many disciples had long harbored resentment towards him, but they dared not speak out because of his martial arts skills and the high regard he was held by the headmasters.

Zhen Zhibing, who was usually gentle and kind and polite, was a gentleman in the eyes of his disciples. No one would have thought that he would do such a despicable and vile thing as molesting a girl.

It seems that the Mongol Khodu was also someone the two had conspired with beforehand. What's even more hateful is that they were so heartless as to poison Uncle Hao.

Thinking of this, all the disciples gritted their teeth, hating Zhao, Zhen, and that Mongol to the core.

They also heard about the agreement made between the sect leader and Zhang Huai and others.

In the future, the disciples of Quanzhen Sect will need to go down the mountain to resist the Mongols, while Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing will be dealt with by Zhang Huai.

The disciples clenched their fists, their hearts filled with determination: when they descended the mountain, they would kill as many Mongol barbarians as possible to avenge their fallen brothers and sisters!

The chaotic scene involving Zhang Huai, Yang Guo, and Xiaolongnu might indeed bring a glimmer of hope to the stagnant Quanzhen Sect.

Inside the Chongyang Palace.

The group followed Wang Chuyi into the hall, whereupon Wang Chuyi bowed to the three of them once more and said:

"Please wait a moment while I settle Senior Brother Qiu and Junior Brother Hao in first, then I will join you. You are welcome to wander around the hall as you wish."

"Please go ahead."

Zhang Huai responded calmly. This was his first time stepping into the main hall of Chongyang Palace. He looked around with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

The same was true for Xiaolongnu. She grew up in the Ancient Tomb, separated from the Quanzhen Sect by mountains for decades, but never set foot in Chongyang Palace.

The Ancient Tomb Sect has strict rules, and this place is a forbidden area; disciples are absolutely forbidden to enter.

Only Yang Guo's face showed no sign of unfamiliarity. He had been a disciple of Chongyang Palace for a period of time, and everything in the hall was exactly the same as he remembered, without the slightest change.

He smiled and introduced to Zhang Huai and Xiaolongnu: "In the center of this main hall is a portrait of Wang Chongyang, the founder of the sect. The eight stone pillars with carved dragons in the hall were also designed by the founder himself."

Following Yang Guo's gaze, Zhang Huai and Xiaolongnu saw eight stone pillars rising from the ground, each as thick as a person could hug. The pillars were carved with lifelike dragons, exuding an extraordinary aura.

On the altar in the very center of the main hall hangs a portrait, presumably of Wang Chongyang. Behind the portrait are the memorial tablets of the Three Pure Ones.

The portrait of Wang Chongyang depicts him in a plain Taoist robe, with a gaunt face and a solemn and dignified expression. Although it is merely a portrait drawn with ink, it exudes an air of dominance over the world.

Zhang Huai thought to himself: As expected of Wang Chongyang, the Central Divine, the foremost of the Five Greats in the world, he is truly a hero!

He raised his hand and gently stroked the stone pillar beside him, and could feel a calm and heavy aura slowly emanating from it.

Zhang Huai chuckled and said, "It is indeed a magnificent palace, but it is too desolate and lacks the warmth of human life."

Sun Bu'er, who was meditating and adjusting his breathing nearby: ? ? ? Don't you know who's to blame?

But she ultimately didn't dare to voice her thoughts, after all, this disaster was entirely the fault of the Quanzhen Sect.

Xiaolongnu remained silent throughout, her cool gaze sweeping lightly over the furnishings in the hall. Dressed in a plain white robe, she stood in the solemn and majestic hall, appearing somewhat out of place with the surrounding atmosphere.

The Ancient Tomb Sect and the Quanzhen Sect have been entangled for decades, and their founder, Lin Chaoying, has a complicated past with Wang Chongyang. Although she doesn't care much about this, she now has a more scrutinizing look in her eyes.

After a long silence, she finally spoke softly, "The furnishings in this Chongyang Palace are much more comfortable than those in my ancient tomb."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward with an awkward laugh, took Xiaolongnu's arm, and gently coaxed her:

"What are you saying, Aunt? As the saying goes, there's no place like home. No matter how nice Chongyang Palace is, it can't compare to having you here."

Upon hearing this, Xiaolongnu smiled faintly, her eyes filled with tenderness. Yang Guo's words had clearly touched her heart.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Wang Chuyi quickly returned to the palace.

"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting."

"Senior Brother Wang, how is Guangning's injury?"

Sun Bu'er had just regulated his breathing a bit when he quickly stood up and asked, "Guangning is Hao Datong's Daoist name."

"Thanks to the miraculous medicine given by Young Master Zhang, my junior brother's life has been saved. However, he will probably need a lot of time to recuperate before he can fully recover."

At this point, Wang Chuyi couldn't help but sigh softly, his tone full of regret.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Chuxuan pushed Qiu Chuji into the hall.

Qiu Chuji was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, his body wrapped in white bandages, and his face was still pale.

"I apologize for keeping you all waiting."

Qiu Chuji was about to say something more polite when Zhang Huai raised his hand to interrupt him.

"No need for formalities."

Zhang Huai's gaze darkened, and he cut to the chase: "Hand over Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing first."

"That's how it should be."

Qiu Chuji had anticipated this and was not surprised at all. He immediately said in a deep voice, "Someone come here!"

Upon hearing the voice, a Quanzhen disciple immediately trotted into the main hall, bowed, and asked, "What are your orders, Sect Leader?"

"Go and bring those two wicked disciples, Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing, here!"

Qiu Chuji's voice was filled with barely concealed fury.

"yes!"

The disciple responded and led dozens of his fellow disciples to search for the two throughout Chongyang Palace.

"Please have some tea while you wait."

The young Taoist priest quickly served Zhang Huai hot tea. Zhang Huai picked up the teacup and took a sip, only to find his mouth full of bitterness, and he couldn't help but frown.

He secretly longed for the mellow aroma of Guojiao that he used to drink.

Yang Guo, on the other hand, was drinking with great relish, smacking his lips and exclaiming, "Excellent tea! It truly is top-quality tea from the Quanzhen Sect."

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the same disciple from before trotted into the hall again, his face full of fear, and bowed to report:

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, we have searched every corner of Chongyang Palace, but have not been able to find any trace of Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing."

"How is that possible?"

Wang Chuyi slammed his hand on the table, his face turning pale with anger. "Chongyang Palace is only so big, where could the two of them hide?"

The disciple was intimidated by Wang Chuyi's imposing presence and could only lower his head in silence, daring not to utter a word.

Sun Bu'er, standing to the side, frowned deeply and said in a deep voice, "Could it be that the two of them have fled to avoid punishment?"

"this……"

Wang Chuyi was speechless for a moment. Zhao Zhijing had always been afraid of death, so it was reasonable for him to flee out of fear of punishment.

However, Zhen Zhibing was always calm and composed. Even though he had done such a thing, he couldn't believe in his subconscious that Zhen Zhibing would do such a thing.

Just as everyone hesitated, Qiu Chuji suddenly shouted, "Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must search the entire Zhongnan Mountain and find these two wicked disciples!"

Zhang Huai, who was standing to the side, simply held his teacup, sipped his tea calmly, and remained silent throughout.