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

Yang Guo was clearly puzzled. He knew perfectly well what kind of medicine the two of them had picked; there was no way they could have some kind of miraculous medicine.

"Brother Zhang, this medicine..."

Zhang Huai didn't intend to hide it, so he said frankly:

"I thought I was incredibly strong and my blood and energy must be extraordinary, so I cut my palm and dripped a few drops of blood into it. I didn't expect it to actually work."

Yang Guo was deeply shocked upon hearing this.

He had wandered the martial arts world since childhood and had seen countless strange people and events, but he had never heard of human blood being used in medicine, let alone imagined that the medicinal effects would be so amazing.

Seeing the tiny wound on Zhang Huai's palm, her gratitude deepened, and she immediately bowed deeply to Zhang Huai, saying, "Brother Zhang, your kindness is unforgettable for us!"

"Oh dear, we're all brothers, why are you saying such things?" Zhang Huai quickly helped Yang Guo up. "I just hope Miss Long can recover soon, and then the three of us can go and settle accounts with Chongyang Palace together."

Little Dragon Girl leaned against the couch, looking at the two people in front of her. A hint of warmth appeared in her calm eyes, and she said softly, "Thank you, Young Master Zhang."

The three of them said no more. With the help of Zhang Huai's bowl of medicinal soup, Xiaolongnu recovered extremely quickly.

Yang Guo was completely relieved and stayed by her bedside to protect her.

Zhang Huai sat cross-legged in front of the wooden house, with an iron rod across his knees, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

The wind moves the shadows, and the green grass rustles.

Before long, it was night. Xiaolongnu was able to get out of bed and walk on her own. All the small wounds on her body had healed, and her internal strength had recovered to about 70-80%.

The three sat around the stove, the soup and rice in the pot bubbling and filling the air with warmth.

Reflecting on his experiences over the past few days, Yang Guo realized that without Zhang Huai's intervention, everything would have spiraled out of control. Thinking of this, he involuntarily looked at Zhang Huai, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Suddenly, Yang Guo stood up from his chair, knelt on one knee in front of Zhang Huai, clasped his hands together and said, "Brother Zhang, thank you for your help these past few days, saving me and my aunt from dire straits. I am deeply grateful."

"Such a great kindness is beyond Yang Guo's means to repay. Taking advantage of the peace tonight, I dare to ask Brother Zhang to become sworn brothers, sharing life and death, fortune and misfortune. I wonder if Brother Zhang would be willing to accept my offer?"

Zhang Huai was taken aback, somewhat surprised. Although he came from the modern world and was a little unfamiliar with such a sworn brotherhood ceremony, he couldn't hide his joy and quickly reached out to help him up: "Brother Yang, please rise!"

Yang Guo knelt upright, his eyes sincere, without a trace of pretense.

Zhang Huai was a straightforward and generous person. Having transmigrated and arrived home alone, he had been fortunate to be taken in by Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü. Having spent time with them, he knew Yang Guo to be loyal, righteous, and exceptionally skilled in martial arts. There was no reason for him to refuse.

Seeing that he couldn't help Yang Guo up, Zhang Huai also knelt on one knee, facing him, and placed his hands firmly on Yang Guo's shoulders, saying loudly, "What a fine example of sharing life and death, what a fine example of sharing fortune and misfortune! Brother Yang, it is my good fortune to know you. If you don't mind, I am willing to become your sworn brother."

Today, under this moonlight, with heaven and earth as our witness, and the fragrance of grass and trees as our incense, we two become sworn brothers!

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo was overjoyed, and his eyes lit up with excitement.

He wandered the martial arts world since childhood, enduring countless cold looks and scorn. Even after arriving at Uncle Guo Jing's residence, he was often bullied by Da Wu, Xiao Wu, and the willful Guo Fu, and Aunt Guo also disliked him.

Uncle Guo had no choice but to send him to the Quanzhen School of Taoism, where he encountered the ruthless and mean-spirited Zhao Zhijing.

It wasn't until he met his aunt that he experienced a glimpse of human warmth. Although he has only known Zhang Huai for a short time, he can genuinely feel the other's sincerity and concern.

The two of them got up and quickly walked outside, with Xiaolongnu silently following behind them.

Zhang Huai and Yang Guo knelt side by side, bowing to the bright moon in the sky.

"I am Yang Guo."

"I am Zhang Huai."

"Today I swear to be sworn brothers with Yang Guo, sharing both good times and bad. If I break this oath, may I be forsaken by heaven and earth!"

Zhang Huai's voice was loud and clear, causing the leaves in the forest to tremble slightly. The iron bar beside him stood silently, as if it were also bearing witness to this oath.

"Today I swear to be sworn brothers with Zhang Huai, and from this day forward we will be bound together by life and death, never to be separated. If I break this oath, may I die a violent death and never be able to be with my aunt for all eternity."

As Yang Guo swore his oath, his gaze unconsciously swept over the woman in white beside him, and his tone became increasingly firm.

"Big brother!"

"Second brother!"

After bowing three times to heaven and earth, the two stood up and burst into laughter.

When Zhang Huai transmigrated, he was already twenty years old, while Yang Guo was only seventeen or eighteen. Naturally, Zhang Huai became the elder brother and Yang Guo the younger brother.

Zhang Huai patted Yang Guo's shoulder heavily and laughed loudly, "Good brother! From now on, we are family, and Miss Long is my sister-in-law. I will accompany you to Chongyang Palace! For you and for your sister-in-law, even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, I will never let you face it alone."

Little Dragon Girl watched the two quietly from the side, showing no aversion to the title of "sister-in-law," but rather feeling a warmth and joy in her heart.

"Brother Zhang!"

Yang Guo's eyes reddened slightly, and he called out "Big Brother" with genuine sincerity. All the loneliness and hardship of his past life seemed to vanish in that one word. From this day forward, he would no longer be alone.

As their laughter subsided, a gentle evening breeze rustled through the woods, and moonlight bathed the three of them in warmth.

Yang Guo held Xiaolongnu's hand and looked at Zhang Huai. His eyes no longer held any loneliness, but only the righteousness and peace of a young man.

Zhang Huai looked at the perfect couple before him, and then at his newly sworn brother, and felt at ease.

"It's late, and your wife isn't fully recovered yet. It's not good for her to stand outside for long. Let's go back inside and rest."

Zhang Huai stopped laughing and spoke in a calm tone.

"Once my sister-in-law has fully recovered, the three of us siblings will head straight for Chongyang Palace. Those damned Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect will definitely give us an explanation!"

Xiaolongnu nodded slightly, her delicate hand gripping Yang Guo's tightly. Her voice remained cool, but now carried a hint of gentleness: "With Brother Zhang and Guo'er here, I have nothing to fear."

The three returned inside; the fire in the stove was still flickering, and the aroma of the food was even stronger.

Zhang Huai took out bowls and chopsticks, served each of them a bowl of rice, and said with a smile, "Eat something first to replenish your energy."

Yang Guo took the bowl and chopsticks, and looking at the steaming food in the bowl, he felt more at ease than ever before.

After the meal, Xiaolongnü sat in the room to rest and recuperate, while Yang Guo stayed by her side.

Zhang Huai remained seated outside the wooden house, an iron rod resting on his lap, eyes closed as if resting, yet still on high alert.

As night deepened, the forest gradually fell silent, with only a faint light emanating from the wooden cabin, intertwining with the three people's steady breathing under the moonlight.