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

Lu Wushuang made a face at Zhang Huai, her eyes filled with resentment as she stared straight at him.

"Brother Zhang, Sister Wushuang, this isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere else to chat."

The two followed Yaoyue into a side room in the temple. The room was simply furnished with only a small table and a few straw mats.

Yaoyue stepped forward and poured water for the two of them.

"Gentlemen, the conditions here are simple; we can only serve water instead of tea. We hope you don't mind."

"It's alright, I've never been a fan of tea anyway," Lu Wushuang said casually.

"I don't like it either," Zhang Huai said, picking up the rough bowl and about to drink it all in one gulp.

"Brother Zhang, the water is scalding hot..." Yao Yue exclaimed in alarm, but Zhang Huai moved too fast and she had no time to stop him.

"It's alright," Zhang Huai smacked his lips and responded casually.

Lu Wushuang was also feeling thirsty. Seeing that Zhang Huai was drinking without any problems, she picked up the rough bowl, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

But before she could swallow, she spat out a mouthful of hot water.

"Cough cough, oh my god, why is it so hot? Brother Zhang, how can you drink this?" Lu Wushuang felt like her throat was about to be scalded.

"Don't compare yourself to me." Zhang Huai couldn't help but laugh out loud at her comical appearance.

Yao Yue quickly walked to Lu Wushuang's side and asked with concern, "Sister Wushuang, are you alright?"

Lu Wushuang waved her hand gently: "It's alright, it's alright, you don't need to worry about me."

At this moment, Zhang Huai spoke up from the side: "It seems you have a lot of prestige here."

"They're all just empty titles, they're useless." Yao Yue smiled and gently shook her head.

"So what are you planning to do next?" Zhang Huai asked.

Yao Yue's eyes lit up slightly. She looked up and stared directly at Zhang Huai, her tone firm: "I just want to stay here and protect everyone."

Zhang Huai smiled, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Come with me."

Lu Wushuang's throat was sore from being scalded by the hot water, and she was rubbing her neck when she heard Zhang Huai's words. She immediately glared at him and said angrily, "What are you up to now?"

"Huh?" Yao Yue, who was standing to the side, also looked surprised and doubtful.

Zhang Huai ignored Lu Wushuang and focused his gaze on Yao Yue, saying each word clearly, "Come with me to Mount Hua. I will take you to find Hong Qigong, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect. If he takes a liking to you, you may be able to obtain a tremendous opportunity."

"Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar?" Yao Yue looked at Zhang Huai in shock. She had been in the martial arts world for some time and had naturally heard of the name Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar. However, since this senior had stepped down as the leader of the Beggar Clan, he had been elusive and wandered around, and no one knew his whereabouts.

"I never expected Brother Zhang to know the whereabouts of Elder Hong."

"Of course, this is an opportunity that many people would kill for. What do you think?"

Yao Yue lowered her head, her brows furrowing slightly, as if she were carefully weighing the pros and cons.

Seeing Yaoyue lost in thought, Zhang Huai didn't disturb her. He casually picked up a pebble from the ground and played with it aimlessly in his hand.

After a moment, Yaoyue raised her head and said solemnly, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhang, I can't leave."

She turned to look outside, at the children playing in the yard and the people lying on the haystacks groaning from their injuries.

"The people here can't live without me."

"Can't you find someone else to help you take care of it?" Zhang Huai asked.

"Brother Zhang, you may not know this, but war has broken out everywhere, and countless people have been displaced. There are far too many people in need of help. Although the Beggars' Sect is the largest sect in the world, it is still short-handed. Since I joined the Beggars' Sect, Brother Qiao, other Beggars' Sect disciples and I have been assigned to guard this place."

A few days ago, bandits attacked. Brother Qiao and his men fought bravely to protect the refugees. Although they eventually drove the bandits away, they were all seriously injured. I hadn't learned martial arts at the time, so I was lucky enough to escape unharmed.

So right now, I'm the only capable person left in this area; many things here depend on me.

Zhang Huai listened and nodded repeatedly, feeling deeply moved. Although the girl and the Beggar Clan disciples here had low martial arts skills, they were worthy of the word "chivalrous," and even he admired them.

But Zhang Huai never easily changes his mind once he's made up his mind.

"But you must understand, you can only protect them for a while, not forever. With your current skills, dealing with five elite Mongol soldiers is already extremely difficult. If you don't improve your strength as soon as possible, how long can you protect them?"

Yao Yue lowered her head and remained silent, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, caught in a dilemma.

Seeing that Yaoyue was still hesitant, Zhang Huai continued, "And do you think the people of the Mongol royal family will let you off easily? I even helped you kill five elite Mongol soldiers. Do you think the Mongols will be so merciful as to let it go? If you stay here, you will only implicate these people."

Yao Yue lowered her head even further. Every word Zhang Huai said made sense, but what would happen to these helpless refugees if she left?

The small pebble rolled nimbly in Zhang Huai's hand. He placed the pebble on his fingertip, applied a little force, and flicked it upwards.

The pebble pierced through the roof in an instant, and there was a "thump" sound, as if a heavy object had hit the roof.

"What's going on?" Upon seeing this, Lu Wushuang immediately flew out, lightly touching the ground with his toes, and leaped onto the roof. There he saw a masked man in a tight-fitting outfit lying motionless on the eaves, with a bloody hole in his temple.

Seeing this, Lu Wushuang immediately shouted down, "Someone's eavesdropping!"

Upon hearing this, Yaoyue immediately ran out as well.

Zhang Huai remained quietly seated on the straw mat, adding another bowl of water to his bowl, as if he had anticipated this all along.

Lu Wushuang threw the man off the roof; the man was already lifeless.

Yao Yue looked at the masked man on the ground and reached out to tear off his mask.

"They're Mongolians!"

Yao Yue had dealt with Mongols quite a bit in her daily life, and they looked very different from the Song people, so she recognized them at a glance.

"How did the Mongols manage to track us here?" Yao Yue asked, her voice trembling with shock and fear.

"Why don't the Mongols come here?" Zhang Huai slowly walked out of the side room.

"Do you think the elite troops that the Mongols have spent so much money training are just for show? With your mediocre skills, if you could escape so easily, the Song Dynasty would have won the war against the Mongols long ago."

"Brother Zhang, please, please save them!" Yao Yue cried out anxiously, reaching out to grab Zhang Huai's hand tightly.

Before Zhang Huai could speak, Lu Wushuang said, "Sister Yaoyue, no matter how powerful Brother Zhang is, he can't handle the entire Mongol royal family. If you're willing to come with us now, you might be able to save your life. As for the others, alas..."

Lu Wushuang didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already crystal clear.