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

at this time.

Deep in the Zhongnan Mountains.

Yang Guo stepped on the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Steps, his long sword moving nimbly and gracefully. The Jade Maiden Sword Technique and the Eight Trigrams Steps merged, producing an unexpected and wonderful effect.

Zhang Huai was also diligently practicing the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps, but his progress was far behind Yang Guo's.

He swung the iron bar in his hand, each strike generating a strong gust of wind that shook the surrounding leaves to the ground.

"Alright, alright, you two stop fighting for now and come here."

Upon hearing the sound, the two immediately stopped their attacks and quickly walked to the old man.

"Senior, what are your orders?"

Zhang Huai asked.

"I see that you two have made progress in your cultivation," the old man said, his gaze slowly sweeping over the two of them. "You both have exceptional comprehension; you only need to practice diligently in the future. I called you here because there is one last thing I need to do."

"Oh?"

Both of them looked puzzled.

"What are you referring to, senior?"

"Passing on the power."

"Transfer of skills?"

Zhang Huai was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself, "Is this the kind of power transfer I was thinking of?"

The old man slowly continued, "As the ancients said, 'An immortal touched my head and bestowed upon me immortality.' Although I am not a true immortal, I can still claim to be half a terrestrial immortal. Today, I intend to pass on all my life's inner strength to the two of you."

"Senior," Zhang Huai repeated incredulously, "you mean you're going to transfer your internal energy to us, helping us greatly improve our inner strength?"

"That's right, but to be precise, it should be passed on to this kid."

The old man raised his hand and pointed at Yang Guo.

"After all, there are conditions for passing on skills, and you are not suitable at the moment."

"Me?" Yang Guo pointed to himself and asked, "Please enlighten me, senior, what conditions are necessary for the transfer of skills?"

After a moment's thought, the old man said, "There's nothing special about it. The most important thing is that the recipient's meridians are unobstructed. The more unobstructed the meridians are, the higher the efficiency of the transfer of power."

Secondly, the act of transferring power might deplete the transferee's own cultivation, or even damage their very essence. Beyond that, there are few other concerns.

"Senior, absolutely not!"

Upon hearing that it would damage one's very essence, Yang Guo immediately cupped his hands in greeting and said urgently. At this moment, he already regarded this old man as half a teacher. Although there was no formal master-disciple relationship, there was a reality of one. How could he agree to let the other party damage his own essence for him?

"I would rather cultivate myself for ten years than let you harm yourself as a senior."

"Hahaha, good, good, good! You rascal, if others heard that they could receive the skills of a peerless master, they would have been overjoyed, but you put my safety first. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

The old man laughed heartily, his expression one of great satisfaction.

"Please reconsider, senior."

Yang Guo remained earnest and once again cupped his hands in apology.

"Haha, it's alright. My internal strength is profound, and my foundation has long been honed to perfection. Transferring my power to you will only consume a little of my cultivation. I have lived in seclusion in the deep mountains for many years, so my cultivation is of little use to me. I might as well lend you a hand."

"senior……"

Yang Guo wanted to persuade him further, but the old man was already showing signs of impatience. He reached out and pulled him in front of him, saying in a deep voice:

"Stop talking too much, just accept the rewards without worry."

Yang Guo was captured by the old man and immediately tried to break free, but no matter how much he exerted his inner strength, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and he could not budge the old man at all.

The old man then gently placed a palm on Yang Guo's back, and his powerful internal energy slowly flowed from his palm into Yang Guo's body.

"Concentrate your mind and clear your thoughts, focusing your attention on the dantian. The transmission of energy has begun; do not move rashly. Follow my guidance of your internal energy, or your meridians will be destroyed."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine and had no choice but to give up resisting.

A surge of powerful yet gentle internal energy flowed from the old man's palm, slowly penetrating Yang Guo's body along the meridians on his back.

Yang Guo felt a gentle current flow into him, traveling through his meridians and throughout his body. Wherever it passed, the original meridians were gradually widened. After a wave of soreness dissipated, only a warm feeling remained.

But as time went by, his meridians were gradually filled with the old man's internal energy.

These internal energies remained within his body, constantly washing over his limbs and bones.

Yang Guo felt that his meridians were already saturated, with no room left to accommodate anything else, but the old man's internal energy continued to flow in like a surging river.

His veins bulged all over his body, he clenched his teeth, sweat poured from his forehead, and his body began to tremble violently.

As the transmission of power continued to deepen, the old man's aura gradually solidified, emitting a faint blue glow, and the surrounding clouds gathered around him.

At this moment, his white hair and long beard moved without wind, and with the two of them as the center, the essence of the surrounding plants and trees, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to be drawn in and merged into his flowing inner energy.

Zhang Huai stood to one side, his robes fluttering in the strong wind, feeling his blood and qi resonate with the wind, almost as if they were about to burst out of his body.

He could only calm his mind, sit cross-legged, and circulate his internal energy to barely quell his agitation.

At this moment, the transfer of power had reached its final stage. Yang Guo's trembling became more and more violent, the sweat on his body was evaporated by the surging internal energy, and white mist rose from the top of his head.

"Senior...I...I can't hold on much longer..."

Yang Guo's forehead veins bulged, and his voice carried an undisguised pain.

Hang in there!

The old man frowned and said in a deep voice,

"If the transmission of power is interrupted, both of us will suffer the calamity of qi deviation!"

At this moment, Yang Guo's eyes were already unfocused, and bright red blood slowly oozed from the tip of his nose. He was about to collapse.

Seeing this, the old man sighed inwardly: Had I been too hasty in the end?

Zhang Huai had now calmed his internal energy and blood, and seeing the two in such a critical state, he was extremely anxious.

Suddenly, the old man turned to look at Zhang Huai, stretched out one hand, and reached out to grab him from a distance.

Zhang Huai felt his body slip out of his control, being pulled to the old man by a powerful internal force.

Before he could react, his right hand had already risen involuntarily. One of the old man's palms, which had been pressing against Yang Guo's back, was now facing Zhang Huai's right palm.

The immense internal energy surged into Zhang Huai's body instantly, but his meridian cultivation was still shallow. When the internal energy rushed into it, it was as if it had hit a copper wall and an iron barrier, making it difficult to pass through.

Yang Guo, on the other side, finally felt relieved, and his consciousness gradually returned to clarity.

But Zhang Huai felt extremely tormented. The old man's internal energy kept impacting his meridians, and he felt as if his whole body was about to be torn apart.

If his physical body hadn't been incredibly strong, he would probably have already exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Zhang Huai's eyes rolled back in pain, his face flushed red from the rush of blood and qi, which, combined with his naturally delicate eyebrows and oval face, gave him a strange appearance.

The old man was also in a difficult situation. Yang Guo had already reached the limit of his internal energy capacity. He did not have a strong physical body like Zhang Huai and could no longer withstand the forced infusion of energy. However, the old man's own internal energy was like a flood that had been released from its dam and could not be stopped.

Left with no other choice, he had to transfer all his remaining internal energy into Zhang Huai's body.

Zhang Huai's meridians were quickly filled, but he was now in a difficult situation. If the old man forcibly stopped, Zhang Huai might be able to preserve his meridians, but the old man himself would lose all his cultivation and even his life.

Even though Zhang Huai was in extreme pain, he still gritted his teeth and endured it with his superhuman strength.

Moreover, most of the internal energy that surged in dissipated slowly from his body, with only a small portion remaining.