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

As he spoke, Zhang Huai raised the iron bar in his hand and slammed it down heavily on Qiu Chuji in front of him.

Qiu Chuji never expected that the young man in front of him would attack without saying a word.

He quickly drew his sword to parry. He had already realized that the young man was incredibly strong, so instead of confronting him head-on, he used his exquisite Quanzhen swordsmanship to deflect ninety percent of the force.

Even after dissipating 90% of the force, the remaining force still caused his tiger's mouth to bleed. If it weren't for his internal energy protecting him, his arm would probably be ruined.

Qiu Chuji looked at Zhang Huaiyi in disbelief, thinking to himself: This young man is no longer human.

Seeing this, Yang Guo also drew his sword and attacked Qiu Chuji.

Even though Yang Guo was incredibly talented and a martial arts prodigy, he had only practiced martial arts for a little over ten years. How could he compare to Qiu Chuji, who had cultivated diligently for decades?

Even though Qiu Chuji was no match for the two of them working together, escaping would not be a problem.

He used his whisk to lift Zhao Zhijing, who was slumped on the ground, up.

He used the Golden Goose Technique, leaping through the air and disappearing into the distance in a flash.

"Guo'er, let me help my unfilial disciple heal first. We can talk properly in a few days."

"Don't run away, you old scoundrel!"

Zhang Huai, holding an iron rod, was about to give chase, but Yang Guo stopped him.

"Brother Zhang, don't pursue a cornered enemy. Let's check on Aunt first."

At this moment, Yang Guo had no mood to chase after Qiu Chuji. Xiaolongnu was in his arms and didn't even have the strength to speak.

"oh oh,"

Zhang Huai had just realized that Xiaolongnu was still seriously injured.

"Let's heal Miss Long's wounds first."

The two helped Xiaolongnu into the wooden house.

Inside the wooden house, the lamplight flickered. Yang Guo carefully helped Xiaolongnu sit cross-legged on the couch, letting her lean against him.

Yang Guo pressed his palm tightly against her back, took a breath, and circulated the internal energy from the fusion of the Nine Yin Manual and the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, slowly channeling the energy into her body.

Zhang Huai went outside to pick up the pill that Qiu Chuji had just handed over and gave it to Yang Guo.

"This old scoundrel's pills should be quite good. Let's give them to Miss Long first."

Yang Guo did not refuse this time either. The Quanzhen Sect had a large number of people and a vast territory, so the healing pills they used must be very expensive.

He carefully placed the pill into Xiaolongnu's lips and used his inner strength to push it down.

A short while later, Xiaolongnu suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Guo'er..."

When Xiaolongnu regained consciousness, the first thing she did was call out Yang Guo's name.

"Auntie, don't speak. Guo'er is here. I'm healing your wounds."

Zhang Huai stood guard at the entrance of the wooden house, holding a black iron rod, standing there motionless like an iron tower, leaving only the inside of the house to be safe and secure.

Yang Guo had a steady flow of internal energy in his palm, but he dared not be too hasty. Xiaolongnu was too weak at this moment, and if he used too much force, it would only aggravate her injuries.

He gently nurtured her damaged meridians with his internal energy while simultaneously using the healing techniques of the Nine Yin Manual to regulate her disordered internal energy.

After a moment, a blush slowly appeared on Xiaolongnu's face, and her breathing gradually became steady.

"Guo'er... I'm much better..."

"aunt!"

When Yang Guo saw her open her eyes, he felt a sense of relief, but he didn't dare to stop immediately and continued to protect her with his inner strength.

"Aunt, don't speak yet. Start practicing your internal energy. I'll stay with you."

Upon hearing this, Xiaolongnu silently activated the healing techniques of the Nine Yin Manual, working in conjunction with Yang Guo's internal energy to gradually repair her meridians.

Her internal energy and Yang Guo's internal energy shared the same origin, and with their fusion, the speed of healing increased considerably.

Standing at the door, Zhang Huai heard the gradually stabilizing breathing inside and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although he didn't understand the intricacies of internal energy cultivation, he knew that Xiaolongnu was Yang Guo's weakness. He dared not slacken his efforts in the slightest, fearing that the group from Chongyang Palace would return to attack again. His eyes scanned the surroundings like those of a hawk, not missing a single rustling sound.

Another half hour passed, and a faint white aura emanated from Xiaolongnu's body, a sign that her internal energy had reached its peak.

Yang Guo's forehead was covered in sweat, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered until Xiaolongnu exhaled her last breath, at which point he finally relaxed.

"Guo'er, I'm much better now, you should rest for a bit."

At this point, Xiaolongnu was finally able to utter a complete sentence, albeit with some difficulty.

"Auntie is fine, I'm alright. Please sit here, I'll go make you some medicine."

After Yang Guo finished speaking, he walked to the door. Zhang Huai saw him coming and asked, "Brother Yang, how is Miss Long?"

Yang Guo sighed deeply, and said with some relief, "Fortunately, the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect have low cultivation levels and insufficient internal energy. My aunt just exhausted her internal energy, and most of the others only suffered superficial injuries. I'm going to brew some medicine for my aunt. We might use the medicine that we picked in the mountains before, which you used to strengthen your body, Brother Zhang."

"Hey, what are you saying? We're all brothers. It's just some herbs. We can just go find more when we run out. It's not a big deal."

Zhang Huai waved his hand dismissively.

"Never mind, you stay here and keep Miss Long company. I'll go and brew your medicine."

"Brother Zhang..."

"Go quickly, go quickly, we're all brothers, it's just a small favor."

"Thank you, Brother Zhang."

Yang Guo clasped his hands in thanks to Zhang Huai.

Zhang Huai went outside, lit a fire in the stove, and threw the extra herbs he had collected in the mountains a few days earlier into the medicine pot.

Suddenly, Zhang Huai thought that, as far as he knew, demonic beasts in the Blood-Moving Realm could be used to refine medicine, so could his own blood also be used to refine medicine?

Thinking of this, Zhang Huai immediately put his plan into action. He made a cut in his palm, squeezed it hard, and the bright red liquid dripped into the medicine pot.

In a daze, the medicinal soup emitted a faint golden light. Zhang Huai rubbed his eyes and looked again.

"It really works!"

Zhang Huai was secretly delighted.

Before long, the aroma of the medicine in the cauldron became increasingly rich, carrying a faint, refreshing scent that was quite different from ordinary herbs.

Zhang Huai dared not delay. As soon as the medicinal soup began to boil, he immediately poured it into a coarse bowl.

From inside the wooden house came the gentle voice of Little Dragon Girl.

Zhang Huai knocked on the door and said, "Brother Yang, the medicine is ready."

Yang Guo opened the door, took the rough bowl from Zhang Huai's hand, and said, "Brother Zhang, you've worked hard. Please come in quickly."

When Yang Guo received the rough bowl, he was greeted by a refreshing fragrance that made him feel invigorated. Although he was somewhat surprised, he didn't think much of it since it was made by Zhang Huai.

He handed the medicinal soup to Xiaolongnu, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and then fed it to her.

The medicinal soup, when swallowed, is warm and not bitter. After entering the throat, it instantly transforms into a warm current that spreads throughout the body.

Xiaolongnu felt her previously sore meridians become much smoother after being flushed by the hot current.

After drinking the bowl of medicinal soup, Xiaolongnu's complexion instantly became much rosier.

Zhang Huai silently observed the changes in Xiaolongnu from the side.

Little Dragon Girl felt an itch all over her body, as if her wounds were healing rapidly.

She looked up at Yang Guo and said, "Guo'er, this medicine..."

"This medicine was brewed by Brother Zhang. What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Auntie?"

"No problem, but I wonder what Young Master Zhang used to brew this medicinal soup? The effect is surprisingly good."

"Um?"