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

"Oh, who do we have here? It's Zhao Zhijing. You've recovered quickly, able to get out of bed so soon. It seems your Quanzhen Sect is indeed well-off."

Zhang Huai smiled, but his words were laced with barbs.

"Hmph! Don't be so smug, you little barbarian! When my sect leader arrives, you'll be in for a world of hurt!"

"The sect leader you're talking about, is that the white-bearded old Taoist priest I chased away a couple of days ago?"

Zhang Huaihun didn't care and casually picked at his ear.

"How dare you insult my sect leader!" Zhao Zhijing shouted angrily, his eyes wide with fury.

"What? You don't mean you want to fight?"

Zhang Huai raised an eyebrow at him with a mocking expression.

"you……"

Despite his tough talk, Zhao Zhijing remained hidden among the disciples, not daring to take a single step forward.

"Brother Huai, stop wasting time talking to them. I see they're all here, let's just make our move."

Yang Guo stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Huai. Before he finished speaking, his hand was already on his sword, ready to fight.

"Wait a minute, Guo'er!"

A clear, melodious voice came from the distant mountain path, its echoes reverberating through the crowd.

Qiu Chuji, accompanied by five other white-bearded Taoists, lightly touched the ground with his toes and gracefully descended from mid-air like a wild goose, landing steadily in front of everyone.

"Old man, is there anything else you have to say?"

Zhang Huai looked up at Qiu Chuji and asked directly, without any politeness.

"Young friend, we were rash in what we did before, and we were misled by slander. We apologize to Miss Long."

Qiu Chuji said in a deep voice, his tone tinged with apology.

"Please give me a few days to thoroughly investigate the truth and clear my young friend's name."

"Investigate what? What is there left to investigate in this matter?"

Yang Guo was already impatient, his eyes filled with anger.

"You, a group of Quanzhen disciples, attacked my aunt and severely injured her. Every single thing happened vividly before my eyes."

If it weren't for my aunt's incredible luck, she would have perished on the spot. Besides, my aunt and Huai-ge are completely innocent; why would you need to investigate? I think you're just trying to buy time, waiting for us to let our guard down before launching your attack!

Seeing that Qiu Chuji intended to let Yang Guo and the other two leave, Zhao Zhijing became very anxious and quickly stepped forward to speak:

"Master, you mustn't! This disciple has irrefutable evidence that Zhang Huai is a Mongol spy; he must not be released!"

Zhang Huai was also taken aback upon hearing this, and thought to himself.

What evidence could Zhao Zhijing possibly have? Could it be something he fabricated out of thin air? If Qiu Chuji and the others believed such a clumsy lie, they would be far too foolish.

Qiu Chuji frowned and looked at Zhao Zhijing with a look of doubt.

He already suspected that these two disciples were conspiring to deceive him, but he was also afraid of wrongly accusing innocent people and alienating his disciples, so he gave them three days to find the evidence.

"Now that you have irrefutable evidence, bring it out and let us see it immediately," Qiu Chuji said in a deep voice, his sharp gaze fixed on him.

"this……"

Zhao Zhijing felt a pang of panic as the events of the previous two days flashed through his mind. Huo Du had secretly found him and offered to help him fabricate evidence to frame Zhang Huai. After much deliberation, he finally agreed.

The two had already agreed that on the third day, he would pretend to lead a patrol of the mountains and "capture" Huo Du, so that Huo Du would personally identify Zhang Huai as a spy sent by the Mongols in front of all his uncles and senior brothers. After the matter was over, he would find an opportunity to secretly release Huo Du.

But it's only the second day, the appointed time hasn't arrived, and Huo Du isn't even near Zhongnan Mountain. He really wanted to slap himself; in his haste, he'd lost his composure and blurted it out.

"this……"

Zhao Zhijing stammered, momentarily speechless, feeling trapped in a difficult situation, and his palms began to sweat.

"Zhao Zhijing, produce your evidence now! I'd like to see how you can prove I'm a Mongolian barbarian!"

Zhang Huai shouted provocations from the side, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with a mocking expression.

All eyes were on Zhao Zhijing, while Zhen Zhibing, standing to the side, hung his head, his heart already filled with despair.

Even with his thick skin, Zhao Zhijing felt extremely uncomfortable, especially with his master Wang Chuyi's icy gaze falling on him like a knife, making him feel cold all over and unable to look directly at him.

Under the intense gaze of everyone, Zhao Zhijing could only brace himself and force a calm demeanor as he said:

"Of course...of course there's evidence! I've already devised a plan to capture Huo Du. All we need to do is bring him here and have him identify him personally, and we'll be able to confirm that this kid is a Mongol spy!"

"Zhao Zhijing, at least think before you brag, right?"

Zhang Huai scoffed, his tone full of disdain.

"Zhao Zhijing, why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror? Huo Du's skills are better than most of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. You couldn't even withstand one of my palm strikes, yet you dare to boast that you've defeated Huo Du? Do you really think you're stronger than your masters and senior uncles?"

These words also served as a sarcastic remark about the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, and the others turned pale instantly, but they had no way to refute it. Several years ago, when Huo Du took Darba to Zhongnan Mountain, Hao Datong was indeed firmly suppressed by him, fell into a disadvantageous position, and even almost lost his life. This was an indisputable fact.

"Respect."

Qiu Chuji frowned even more deeply, his tone turning cold and clearly displeased, "How did this matter involve Huo Du again? Why didn't you mention it at all before? Were you just making things up to deceive us?"

"This disciple dares not!" Zhao Zhijing's knees buckled, and he almost knelt on the ground. He struggled to steady himself, his voice trembling.

"In order to find evidence, I led my disciples to patrol the mountains for days and found clues near the ancient tomb."

Seeing that Huo Du was acting suspiciously near the ancient tomb, the disciple devised a plan to capture him.

"We haven't even brought him to see our senior uncles and masters yet, and this brat has already brought his men here to challenge us. I was afraid my fellow disciples would be outmatched and injured, so I rushed here to help."

"I'll only ask you one question: what makes you think you can take down Huo Du? With your Quanzhen Sect's paltry skills? Don't tell me it's the Big Dipper Formation."

Zhang Huai's face was full of disdain, his words piercing to the heart, his gaze sweeping over the group of Quanzhen disciples.

"How could you, you brat, know the wonders of my Quanzhen Sect's formations! My Heavenly Dipper Formation was created by my ancestor, the Central Divine Wang Chongyang, and its power is boundless. How dare a mere Huo Du contend with it!" Zhao Zhijing argued, though his voice was weaker.

"The Big Dipper Formation?"

Yang Guo picked up the conversation, his gaze sweeping coldly over the surrounding Quanzhen disciples, and raised his voice to ask:

"Everyone here, tell me, who went with your esteemed master Zhao Zhijing to capture Huo Du? Such a great achievement deserves a proper reward from your master."

The surrounding disciples looked at each other, some with doubt, some with disdain. They whispered among themselves, but no one answered or dared to step forward and admit it.

Finally, Zhen Zhibing slowly stepped forward, his steps trembling, and whispered to Qiu Chuji:

"Master, it was my senior brother and I who led a group of disciples to capture Huo Du in the back mountain. At this moment, those disciples are still guarding Huo Du in the back mountain and have not yet come here."

"Yes, yes, that Huo Du is indeed as that barbarian said, highly skilled in martial arts and extremely difficult to deal with."

Zhao Zhijing quickly chimed in, continuing along the lines of Zhen Zhibing's speech.

"Therefore, I arranged for all the disciples to stay there and keep a close watch on Huo Du. Only Junior Brother Zhen and I came here. Before I left, I ordered my disciples to bring Huo Du over, and he should arrive soon."

Zhao Zhijing looked at Qiu Chuji guiltily, his eyes darting away; this was his last delaying tactic.

He could only pray in his heart that Huo Du would come to Zhongnan Mountain as soon as possible and help him finish the play.

Qiu Chuji pondered for a moment, his gaze shifting between Zhao Zhijing and Zhang Huai, before looking at Zhang Huai and saying in a deep voice:

"Young friend, since Zhao Zhijing said that Huo Du will arrive shortly, we might as well wait a moment to verify the truth."

If Huo Bu doesn't come today, or can't produce any evidence, I will certainly deal with him severely according to the sect rules, expel him from the sect, and never concern myself with his life or death again.

If Huo Du arrives and personally testifies that you are a Mongol spy, then young friend, don't blame me for being impolite; I will rid the martial arts world of this scourge!

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo immediately drew his sword, its blade pointing directly at Qiu Chuji, and shouted sharply from the side:

"Qiu Chuji, you old scoundrel! I thought you were some upright gentleman from a prestigious sect, but I never expected you to be so biased towards your disciple, ignoring right and wrong! We're too lazy to waste our time here waiting for you!"

"Brother Yang, please calm down."

Zhang Huai raised his hand and pressed down on Yang Guo's wrist, signaling him to sheathe his sword.

He glanced coldly at Zhao Zhijing, then swept his gaze over Qiu Chuji and the group of Quanzhen Sect disciples behind him, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Zhao Zhijing's flawed words piqued his interest; he wanted to see what kind of show Zhao Zhijing had planned for him.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Zhang Huai's lips as he slowly spoke:

"Alright, then I'll wait with you for a while and see if this Huo Du is a real person who has come to testify, or if Master Zhao just conjured him up out of thin air."

But let me make this clear from the start: I'm only giving you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. If you don't see Huo Du by then, today's matter will not be as simple as just crippling Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing, and the martial arts of all the Quanzhen Sect disciples who besieged Miss Long that day.

"We will make every single one of you in the Quanzhen Sect pay back for the injuries and humiliations you owe Miss Long, with interest!"