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

About an hour later, the old man finally exhausted his internal energy.

The old man weakly raised his eyes, his breath faint.

Yang Guo and Zhang Huai were both in a sorry state. Yang Guo was panting heavily, while Zhang Huai was in so much pain that he collapsed to the ground.

The old man, his voice barely a whisper, slowly said:

"I have transferred all my inner strength into your bodies, but you must not slack off from now on, as the transfer of inner strength is bound to suffer some loss."

You, Yang, are not bad. I possessed ninety percent of my internal energy, and you received twenty percent; the rest dissipated outside your body. Besides, this internal energy didn't originally belong to you; it was merely temporarily stored within your body.

If you don't diligently cultivate and refine it into your own, it will eventually dissipate completely.

Although Yang Guo was out of breath, he still replied in a deep voice, "I will keep it in mind and will certainly live up to your expectations, senior."

The old man then looked at Zhang Huai, who was lying on the ground and equally weak, and said, "And you, you little rascal."

When Zhang Huai heard the old man calling him, he quickly used his arms to support himself on the ground and managed to sit up.

"Although you know nothing about internal energy and your meridians are blocked, you've actually benefited from this misfortune. Just now, the internal energy surged violently through your body and actually opened up one of your twelve main meridians. Now you can be considered to have cultivated internal energy."

Zhang Huai was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Thank you very much, senior. I will never forget your great kindness."

He was born with superhuman strength, far surpassing ordinary people. Now that he can cultivate internal energy, isn't he like a tiger with wings? Zhang Huai couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.

"Senior, how are you feeling now?" Yang Guo struggled to his feet and reached out to help the old man.

The old man simply waved his hand and said calmly, "It's alright, it's alright, I won't die."

The two men, one on each side, helped the old man into the cave.

The old man only instructed the two of them: "You two go and familiarize yourselves with the changes in your bodies. I'll just rest here for a while."

Zhang Huai and Yang Guo exchanged a glance and quietly retreated.

The two found an open space and sat cross-legged.

Yang Guo has not yet mastered the "Tai Xuan Qing Qi Jue" and can only circulate the "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra" to guide the unfamiliar internal energy within his body to circulate throughout his body.

This internal force was powerful and pure, completely different from the ancient tomb internal force he usually cultivated. When it reached his dantian, his body was slightly agitated, so he had to repeatedly use his own true qi to nourish and try to integrate it.

As for Zhang Huai, he had almost no internal energy left in his body. Yang Guo had only absorbed 20% of the old man's internal energy, so naturally Zhang Huai had even less, with only a trace of internal energy remaining in his body.

He examined his own condition and felt a warm sensation in the meridians that had been opened.

Zhang Huai clenched his fist, circulated his internal energy, and guided that wisp of internal force to his right hand. He gently grabbed the bluestone beside him, and the stone instantly turned into dust, leaving a deep claw mark on its surface.

Zhang Huai quickly stopped, sticking out his tongue, afraid of disturbing the elderly man who was resting.

He imitated Yang Guo, closed his eyes and concentrated, and randomly guided the wisp of internal energy to circulate throughout his body. He was surprised to find that the internal energy could slightly increase his strength, although the increase was very slow, it was still an unexpected surprise.

The two sat quietly in meditation, surrounded by tranquility, with only the occasional soft cough of the old man coming from inside the cave.

As night fell over the valley, Yang Guo had already adapted to the unfamiliar internal energy within his body. Although he had not yet fully refined it, it was equivalent to several months of arduous cultivation.

According to his own calculations, if he could convert all 20% of his internal energy into his own, he could save himself at least several decades of hard work.

At his current absorption rate, it would take him several months to fully refine those two-tenths of his internal energy.

Being able to compress decades of arduous training into just a few months is already an incredible stroke of luck, and Yang Guo is already content.

Zhang Huai had also exhausted the meager internal energy in his body. This was the first time his body had been nourished by internal energy, and the benefits were very significant. Although he only had a trace of internal energy, it still increased the strength of his physical body by another 50%.

He secretly made up his mind that from now on he would not only cultivate his qi and blood to refine his body, but also study internal skills diligently.

The two stood up, dusted themselves off, and quietly entered the cave.

Beside the dim stone lamp, the old man sat cross-legged on the stone bed, meditating. Although his face was still pale, it was much better than before.

Upon seeing the two enter, the old man glanced at them, his gaze lingering on Yang Guo for a moment before he said, "As expected of a martial arts prodigy, you have already integrated twenty percent of my internal energy."

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Huai and said, "You're not bad either. Your divine strength, blood and qi complement each other with your internal strength, which is quite a good match."

"Senior, are you feeling better now?" Zhang Huai asked with concern.

"Don't worry, I can live for a few more years without any problem," the old man replied nonchalantly.

"Now that you two have received my martial arts techniques and my internal energy, you must not tarnish my reputation when you travel the world. Otherwise, I will not let you off lightly."

The old man continued.

"Yes!" the two replied in unison.

On the other side, the starlight was sparse, and the lights in the wooden house flickered.

Xiaolongnu and the third and fourth generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect had been fighting fiercely for a whole day.

Qiu Chuji remained standing at a distance, observing, while Zhao Zhijing had already returned to Chongyang Palace, attracting wave after wave of disciples.

Little Dragon Girl's white dress was stained with blood, and her face was deathly pale. After a day of fierce fighting, she was now at her last gasp.

If Qiu Chuji hadn't shown some consideration for morality and allowed her to stop and heal her injuries and recover her inner strength, she would probably be dead by now.

However, the third and fourth generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect on the other side were not much better off.

They were facing the sole successor of the Ancient Tomb Sect. If it weren't for Xiaolongnu's unhealed injuries and the continuous influx of people from the Quanzhen Sect, they would probably have been defeated long ago.

Even so, all of these disciples were injured, but as time went on, the situation would eventually tilt in favor of the Quanzhen Sect.

Zhao Zhijing, standing to the side, never dared to confront Xiaolongnu directly, only constantly provoking her verbally from outside the formation:

"Little vixen, why don't you surrender? If it weren't for my kind-hearted master, you would have already become a dead soul under my Quanzhen sword. And that treacherous Yang brat, where is he to save you?"

But even if he comes, so what? My Quanzhen Sect's Heavenly Dipper Formation is here. You two are nothing more than a pair of doomed lovers.

It's a pity I can't personally punish that treacherous brat.

Hearing his sarcastic words, Xiaolongnu's cold eyes surged with resentment and venom, wishing she could tear him to pieces.

However, she was trapped in the Big Dipper Formation and had no way to spare any attention. She could only suppress her anger, try her best to block out his words so as not to disturb her mind, and concentrate on fighting against the formation.

Seeing that Xiaolongnu was ignoring him, Zhao Zhijing decided not to bother trying anymore.

He secretly pondered to himself, glancing at Qiu Chuji. If it weren't for his senior master insisting on talking about some grand principles and friendship, this little vixen would have been captured long ago.

However, he had no choice but to listen to Qiu Chuji's words, and in the end, he could only let out a long sigh.