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

The three of them had been lingering in the ancient tomb for two whole days.

Not only were Xiaolongnu's injuries completely healed, but her internal strength also improved.

With the help of the triple enhancement, Yang Guo refined the internal energy passed down by Master Lü even further, and his cultivation became even more profound.

Zhang Huai also benefited greatly.

Under the nurturing warmth of the Jade Ice Bed, he also gained several hundred pounds of strength.

Although it was only a drop in the ocean compared to his immense strength, it was better than nothing.

Of course, it's not just strength that increases, but also muscle reaction ability; it's an all-round increase.

Therefore, Zhang Huai was confident that even if he didn't learn any martial arts, he could still be unparalleled in the world once he reached the pinnacle of the Blood Refining Realm.

However, during his cultivation, Zhang Huai gradually realized that the enhancement that the Cold Jade Bed provided to his physical body was gradually weakening over time.

To this day, he feels absolutely no improvement in his physical condition.

Otherwise, he would have liked to stay here indefinitely until he had mastered his divine skills and then stepped out of the ancient tomb.

Zhang Huai slowly sat up from the cold jade ice bed, turning his gaze to Yang Long and the other man.

"Brother Yang, sister-in-law, how is your breathing adjustment going?"

"My internal strength has greatly improved, but if I continue to practice, it will be counterproductive. I need to rest for a while, otherwise my body will not be able to take it."

Yang Guo stretched and rubbed his slightly sore arms, then casually replied.

Little Dragon Girl nodded slightly, indicating that she felt the same way.

"In that case, it's time to get on with the business."

Zhang Huai flexed his wrists and spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo's joints cracked repeatedly, and he looked eager to get started: "I've been waiting for this for ages."

Xiaolongnu stood to one side, dressed in white, her face expressionless, but her delicate hand had already quietly grasped the hilt of the sword at her waist, a cold glint in it that reflected in her clear, aloof eyes.

Inside Chongyang Palace.

"Senior brother, have you thought of a way to deal with Master and all the senior uncles? There's only one day left."

Zhen Zhibing stood in Zhao Zhijing's room, looking anxious, and asked in a low voice.

"Ask, ask, ask, aren't you annoying? Ever since you came back from the ancient tomb, you've been like a lost soul. Could it be that that vixen has bewitched your heart?"

Zhao Zhijing glanced at him sideways, his tone full of sarcasm, "Oh, right, I forgot, that vixen has already bewitched you."

Zhen Zhibing was furious but dared not speak out. He was so anxious because he was afraid that Zhao Zhijing would become desperate and, in desperation, expose his shameful deeds to the public.

"This is none of your business. I have my own plans. Get out. Just seeing you annoys me."

Seeing this, Zhen Zhibing dared not say anything more and could only silently retreat, closing the door behind him as he left.

But before he had gone far, he saw a disciple rushing towards Zhao Zhijing's residence in a panic. Upon seeing Zhen Zhibing, the disciple quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Uncle-Master Zhen."

Before he finished speaking, he rushed into Zhao Zhijing's room.

A thought struck Zhen Zhibing, and his feet inexplicably followed, wanting to see what had happened.

inside the room.

"Master, something terrible has happened! Yang Guo, along with that demoness and that barbarian, are blocking the mountain gate!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhijing abruptly stood up from his chair, a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he still forced himself to remain calm: "Come on, take me there."

Zhen Zhibing, who was eavesdropping outside, collapsed to the ground as soon as he heard the words "Little Dragon Girl".

Zhao Zhijing pushed open the door and, seeing Zhen Zhibing's appearance, his face was full of disgust: "You good-for-nothing! Your legs go weak at the mere mention of a woman's name. How could my Quanzhen Sect produce such a piece of trash?"

After gaining leverage over Zhen Zhibing, Zhao Zhijing became increasingly unscrupulous in his attitude towards him.

In front of the mountain gate of Chongyang Palace.

Two men and one woman stood side by side. Zhang Huai, holding an iron rod, was in the center, with Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu standing on his left and right respectively.

Here, stone steps rise one after another, leading straight to the mountain gate. On each side stands a huge stone lion, and next to it is a stone tablet taller than a person, with the three large characters "Chongyang Palace" carved on it in vigorous strokes.

Yang Guo looked at the stone tablet with slight surprise: "Heh, these Taoist priests are quite efficient. Back then, when Uncle Guo took me up the mountain to seek his teachings, he angrily chopped this tablet in half. I never expected it to be intact again and standing here now."

Zhang Huai smiled faintly: "Since it's an old story, let's repeat it."

Having said that, he slowly walked to the stone tablet and gently placed his right hand on it. Yang Guo, standing nearby, didn't even see what he did.

With a slight flick of Zhang Huai's wrist, a series of fine cracking sounds emanated from inside the stone tablet.

A crack about the width of a finger spread out from the middle.

Zhang Huai gave it a light push, and the entire stone tablet crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The loud crash of the stone tablet falling to the ground startled the disciples guarding the mountain in the distance.

Before long, five or six young Taoist priests dressed in Taoist robes hurriedly arrived.

These people had not participated in the attack on Xiaolongnu that day, so they did not recognize the three men. They simply shouted angrily, "You audacious madmen, how dare you trespass into my Chongyang Palace and destroy my palace monument! What are you trying to do?"

Zhang Huai stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the group of people. They were all unfamiliar faces, likely just nobodies.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear: "Go tell Zhao Zhijing, Zhen Zhibing, and your sect leader Qiu Chuji that Yang Guo of the Ancient Tomb Sect, along with Xiaolongnu and Zhang Huai, have come to pay a visit—to collect a debt!"

"presumptuous!"

One of the disciples roared, "How dare you be disrespectful to my sect leader! I'll capture you all!"

Before he finished speaking, the disciple drew his sword and rushed towards Zhang Huai, while the others quickly formed a simple Big Dipper Formation and followed closely behind.

Zhang Huai's lips curled slightly, his expression calm and unwavering, neither dodging nor avoiding the question.

But then Yang Guo beside her moved slightly, using the Ancient Tomb Sect's ultimate lightness skill, "Heavenly Net Formation".

Before the group could even touch the hem of Zhang Huai's clothes, Yang Guo easily snatched the long sword from their hands and threw it to the ground.

The Taoist priests were filled with alarm, wondering who this person was, and they retreated one after another.

Yang Guo used his internal force to shatter several longswords, and said coldly:

"You did not harm my aunt that day. I, Yang Guo, have always been clear about right and wrong. Today, I will only break your weapons. If you dare to step forward again, you will lose your lives. Go and report this at once!"

The group was terrified and scrambled up the mountain.

Zhang Huai stepped forward, took a deep breath, and shouted in a booming voice:

"I, Zhang Huai, along with Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü from the Ancient Tomb Sect, have come to pay our respects! I give your Quanzhen Sect one incense stick's time to summon Zhao Zhijing, Zhen Zhibing, and all the disciples who participated in the ambush of Xiaolongnü to face their deaths! If you dare not, then immediately vacate Chongyang Palace and surrender the entire Zhongnan Mountain to the Ancient Tomb Sect! From then on, the Quanzhen Sect will have no place to stand!"

The shouts echoed through the mountains and forests, startling countless birds into flight. Throughout Chongyang Palace, everyone heard the thunderous challenge.

"You little beast, you stinking brat, don't you dare be so arrogant!"

The person who came was Zhao Zhijing. He did not have a heaven-defying cultivation technique like the Health Preservation Guidance Technique, nor did he have a strange treasure like the Cold Jade Bed.

Although he was able to barely regain his mobility thanks to the medicinal herbs collected by the Quanzhen Sect, his whole body was still aching.