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

Yang Guo's words were exactly what Zhang Huai wanted to say: "You're not as skilled as others, yet you still insist on getting beaten up."

At this moment, Qiu Chuji's face was ashen, and he couldn't stand up no matter what he did. He lay paralyzed on the ground, looking up at Zhang Huai, his voice hoarse:

"We were wrong. I should have noticed that Zhao Zhijing and his companion were acting suspiciously."

Zhang Huai merely snorted coldly, his tone icy:

"You only realize you were wrong now? Where were you before? Weren't you the one who hit the hardest just now?"

Qiu Chuji remained silent and slowly lowered his usually proud head.

Throughout his life, he adhered to the right path, was upright and incorruptible, and although he acted somewhat rashly, he always had a clear conscience.

Today, however, he not only wrongly accused good people, but also caused the loss of most of the Quanzhen Sect disciples, and several of his fellow disciples were also seriously injured. For a moment, he felt ashamed to stand in this world.

He was filled with suicidal thoughts, and looking at Zhang Huai, he said in a deep voice:

"I, Qiu, take full responsibility for my actions. It is our Quanzhen Sect that has failed Young Hero Zhang, Yang Guo, and Miss Long."

Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu felt no emotion upon hearing this; how could past grievances be erased with a mere apology?

In Zhang Huai's mind, Qiu Chuji was not exactly a good person, but he was certainly not a wicked one either.

He was just moderate and stubborn, and easily believed the slander of others. If he had been more cautious back then, things would never have come to this.

The only people Zhang Huai disliked from the bottom of his heart were Zhen Zhibing and Zhao Zhijing.

"So? What do you want to say?" Zhang Huai stared coldly at Qiu Chuji, his gaze completely unwavering.

Qiu Chuji's voice trembled, and tears mixed with blood streamed down his face as he spoke, word by word:

"I know I have committed a terrible mistake, but these disciples of the Quanzhen Sect are innocent."

As Zhang Huai listened, he glanced around at the remaining Quanzhen disciples.

Indeed, as Qiu Chuji said, almost all the disciples who participated in the siege of Xiaolongnu had perished, and those who remained were innocent people.

When Zhang Huai's gaze swept over them, the Quanzhen disciples all felt a chill run down their spines and couldn't help but take a step back in unison.

In their hearts, Zhang Huai was like a demon god descended to earth, with skin of copper and bones of iron, and immense strength, and had long become an inescapable fear.

Zhang Huai ignored the fearful looks from his disciples and turned to look at Qiu Chuji again.

Qiu Chuji paused for a moment, then continued, "I implore Young Hero Zhang to spare these disciples and my fellow disciples. I, Qiu, am willing to atone with my death."

"Senior brother, you mustn't!"

"Senior brother, this isn't your fault at all!"

"It's all those two wicked disciples' fault, it has nothing to do with my senior brother!"

Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan hurriedly spoke up to stop them, and even Sun Bu'er, who was lying on the ground unable to move, managed to speak up and persuade them.

Liu Chuxuan couldn't bear to see Qiu Chuji in such a miserable state, so he couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to help him up.

"Hmm? Don't move."

Yang Guo's sword was instantly placed against Liu Chuxuan's neck, and Liu Chuxuan froze on the spot, no longer daring to make a move.

Zhang Huai did not directly respond to Qiu Chuji's question, but instead asked calmly:

"Why do you hate the Mongols so much? And why did you bring so many men and horses to attack me before you even recognized me as a Mongol?"

Hearing Zhang Huai's question, Qiu Chuji swallowed the blood in his mouth, his gaze suddenly hardening, and he replied without hesitation:

"Shouldn't we hate the Mongols? They invaded our Song territory, killed our people, and left our land shattered and our people suffering. Shouldn't we hate them for that?"

Qiu Chuji's words were powerful and resounding, each one distinct and clear.

"Truly hateful!"

Although Zhang Huai knew that the world he was in was not entirely the same as the history of the original world, he still unconsciously identified with it.

He recalled the endless oppression of the Han people after the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty; he recalled how the Song-Yuan War caused the population of the Song Dynasty to plummet by 70 million, and how the Yuan army would often commit massacres after capturing a city.

Later generations mostly remember the crimes of the Manchu Qing dynasty, but they are unaware that the brutality of the Yuan dynasty was no less than that of the Manchu Qing.

"Then why don't you go and fight against the Mongols?" Zhang Huai looked at him again and asked.

"You're not just all talk and no action, are you? You just bully the weak, aren't you?"

"I think this old Taoist priest is all talk and no action!"

Yang Guo stood aside and made sarcastic remarks.

Qiu Chuji was clearly taken aback by Zhang Huai's question. When he came to his senses, he immediately flew into a rage and roared:

"Who talks about righteousness all this time? I wish I could eat the flesh of the Mongols and drink their blood!"

"Then why don't you go and fight against the Mongols?" Zhang Huai persisted, pressing the question again.

Qiu Chuji was speechless for a long time before finally sighing:

"Because...because the founder of Chongyang Palace once established a rule that the doctrine of our sect is to be pure and inactive, to cultivate in seclusion, and there are still a group of disciples on this mountain who need to be taken care of."

When Liu Chuxuan heard Yang Guo say that they were just talking about lofty ideals, even with a sword to his throat, he couldn't help but speak up in rebuttal:

"When have we not fought against the Mongols? I myself secretly assisted Guo Jing, and our sect's founder, Wang Chongyang, was a renowned general who resisted the Jin. Subsequent sect leaders also secretly contributed to the cause of resisting the Mongols!"

"That's right! We have never stood idly by!" Wang Chuyi and Sun Bu'er echoed in agreement.

Zhang Huai gently shook his head, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty:

"Not enough, these are far from enough."

Since you hate the Mongols to the bone, you should all mobilize and devote yourselves to the cause of resisting the Mongols.

Although these disciples were mediocre in martial arts and their talent was ordinary, they were still exceptional compared to the soldiers recruited from the common people. If such a force were deployed to resist the Mongols, wouldn't it greatly enhance the Song Dynasty's fighting strength?

"But if all the disciples go to resist the Mongols, when will they ever achieve enlightenment?" Qiu Chuji couldn't help but retort. This contradicted the doctrines of the Quanzhen School, and he found it difficult to make a decision.

"Foolish! Utterly foolish!"

Zhang Huai shook his head, his hands behind his back, and slowly paced in front of the group.

"You can't grow cold-resistant flowers in a greenhouse. The reason why Chongyang Palace is getting worse with each generation is because you have protected these disciples too well."

Martial arts skills cannot be mastered in isolation; they must be honed and refined through repeated battles.

Why did Li Mochou, the Red-Lian Fairy, become famous throughout the world? Wasn't it because she honed her martial arts skills through countless life-and-death battles?

"so,"

Zhang Huai suddenly stopped, moved closer to Qiu Chuji, and his gaze sharpened.

"If your Quanzhen Sect agrees to devote yourself wholeheartedly to the cause of resisting the blind, I can spare all of you."

"this……"

Qiu Chuji and the others looked at each other, their faces showing difficulty, unsure of how to respond.

This demand was completely contrary to their consistent doctrines, yet Zhang Huai's words were all reasonable. If the Quanzhen Sect continued to develop as it was now, with each generation of disciples being worse than the last, its demise was only a matter of time.

Finally, Qiu Chuji turned to look at his fellow disciples beside him.

Wang Chuyi and the others exchanged glances and nodded slightly to Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji had made up his mind. He turned to look at Zhang Huai and said in a deep voice:

"Young Master Zhang is truly a man of great integrity. I had previously suspected you of being a Mongol spy; I was judging a gentleman by my own petty standards."

Zhang Huai quickly raised his hand to stop him, unwilling to waste time with pleasantries, and asked directly:

"Stop talking nonsense, are you going to say yes or no?"

Qiu Chuji looked solemnly at Zhang Huai, and even though he was seriously injured, his response was full of authority: "I agree!"

A glint of light suddenly flashed in his dim eyes, as if he had seen a new way out for the Quanzhen Sect.

"But I have one more request," Zhang Huai said calmly, changing the subject.

"What are your requirements?" Qiu Chuji's heart tightened, fearing that Zhang Huai might change his mind at the last minute.

"Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing must be handed over to us for disposal."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji and the others all breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Chuyi immediately spoke:

"Of course! Even if you don't punish them, according to our sect's rules, the two of them will certainly not have a good end after committing such a grave mistake!"