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

The next morning.

Yaoyue helped Zhang Huai pack his luggage, which contained some silver, food, and most importantly, the blueprints.

She stood beside Zhang Huai, her delicate figure appearing slender and captivating in his presence.

Yao Yue tied the bag tightly to Zhang Huai's body and said softly, "Brother Zhang, there is food and a map in the bag. If you get hungry, stop and eat something and rest for a while."

Zhang Huai yawned, his eyes still half-closed, clearly not fully awake yet.

In fact, Zhang Huai felt that there was no need to prepare so much. He could travel for three days without eating or drinking.

However, Yaoyue insisted that Zhang Huai take her with him, and Zhang Huai couldn't refuse her kindness.

After tidying everything up, Zhang Huai regained his senses and recovered the energy he had expended the day before.

He waved goodbye to the two women.

"I'm leaving now. You all wait for me here for five days. If I don't come back within five days, go directly to Mount Hua. We'll meet at Mount Hua."

"Okay, Brother Zhang, be careful."

Yaoyue said with some worry.

Zhang Huai chuckled and patted his chest confidently, saying, "Don't worry, the person who can hurt me hasn't been born yet."

"Exactly, why are you worried about him, Yaoyue? You should be praying that no one bothers him."

As Lu Wushuang spoke, she tried to pull Yaoyue away, waving to Zhang Huai as she did so.

"You should hurry up and go; we still need to help the disaster victims."

Zhang Huai was too lazy to argue with Lu Wushuang any further. He just gave her some final instructions and then turned to leave.

The two women stood there, watching the direction Zhang Huai had left in, until he was no longer visible.

"Sister Wushuang, it's time for us to go."

"Okay."

Lu Wushuang and Yaoyue lifted the hundred-pound tael of silver together. They planned to distribute the remaining money today and then find a place to hide in the city.

After all, if the Mongol soldiers really came back, the two of them, being weak women, would probably not even be able to escape in a head-on confrontation.

As for whether the disaster victims who received the money chose to leave, that was beyond their control. They had already done their utmost, and even Yaoyue didn't say anything more.

However, it is unlikely that the Mongols could have reacted so quickly in just five days.

Along the forest road, withered branches and fallen leaves on both sides were swept up by an unknown wind.

A figure moved swiftly along the official road, startling countless birds into flight.

In just one hour, Zhang Huai had already left the city, and that was only after he had slightly reduced his strength.

He didn't use any qi or blood to assist him; instead, he relied solely on the explosive power of his leg muscles. Like an arrow released from a bow, he leaped dozens of meters away with a single push of his leg.

Each step is faster than the last, each journey is faster than the last.

However, it must be said that the long, high-intensity march was even more tiring than the battle itself.

Even when he was besieging and killing those thousands of elite soldiers at Prince Duankuo's mansion, Zhang Huai did not catch his breath, but after only an hour of running, he actually felt a little tired.

Based on this rate, he might need to stop and rest for a while after half a day.

However, he was still full of energy. Halfway there, he encountered a fast-flowing river that was several tens of meters wide.

Without hesitation, Zhang Huai exerted force with his lower limbs, his toes slamming heavily against the bluestone on the shore, causing a large dent in the stone instantly.

Like a bird spreading its wings, he was suspended in mid-air, needing no leverage, relying solely on the momentum he had just generated, and crashed heavily onto the opposite bank.

He sank a foot deep into the mud.

Looking at the mud on his trouser legs, Zhang Huai felt a little disgusted and reminded himself that he must be more careful next time.

After simply cleaning off the dirt, we set off on our journey again.

Along the way, there were occasional pedestrians and caravans. Suddenly, a strong wind swept past them and a dark shadow flashed by, making them think they were seeing things.

By the time they rubbed their eyes and looked closely, Zhang Huai had already gone far away, leaving only a trail of dust that slowly settled on the official road.

As the afternoon approached, the sun began to set in the west.

Zhang Huai decided to take a short rest. He had already left the main road and embarked on a secluded path.

Because the official road really increased the distance.

He opened the package and took out the dry rations that Yaoyue had prepared for him.

He untied the water bottle from his waist and ate and drank, taking bites of dry food and sips of water at the same time.

Just then, five or six mountain men jumped out from the woods.

The leader, a man with a crooked scar on his face, stood across the middle of the road, chest puffed out and belly protruding, and shouted:

"This mountain is mine, these trees are mine! If you want to pass, leave your toll!"

The others joined in the commotion, some holding up machetes, some hoes, and one man just clutching a stone, standing on tiptoe to join the fray. Only the scarred man at the head of the group had a decent weapon, a curved knife in his hand.

They tried to make themselves look fierce, but they were so hungry that they were pale and emaciated, making them look not only intimidating but also ridiculous.

They don't look like bandits at all; they look more like old farmers playing role-playing games.

Zhang Huai still had half a piece of dry food in his mouth. He picked up his water bottle, took a sip of water, smoothed his mouth, glanced around, and almost burst out laughing.

Seeing that he was still eating leisurely and unhurried, Scarface felt he had lost face and shouted gruffly:

"Kid! Did you hear me? Hand over all your silver and provisions, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

A skinny bandit standing nearby, as thin as a monkey, quickly chimed in, his voice shrill: "That's right! We're the infamous heroes of Black Wind Stronghold! You'd better know what's good for you!"

Zhang Huai slowly swallowed the dry rations in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and looked at them leisurely: "Black Wind Stronghold? You look more like mountain rats that haven't eaten for three days."

These words left the robbers looking at each other in bewilderment, and they were instantly enraged.

"court death!"

Scarface roared and swung his curved sword at Zhang Huai, his movements as slow as a snail's pace.

Zhang Huailian was too lazy to even get up. He sat there and gently turned to the side. The curved blade grazed his shoulder and slashed at the ground. The scarred man lost his balance and almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

Before anyone else could react, Zhang Huai flicked his finger.

A faint gust of wind shot out from the fingertip, striking the wrists of several people.

"Ouch!"

"Oh my god!"

One scream after another rang out, and the tools in the hands of the men fell to the ground with a clatter. The hoe rolled to the side of the road, the machete stuck in the ground, and even the man who was pressing the stone was jumping up and down, clutching his finger and grimacing in pain.

Zhang Huai then slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and glanced at them.

The robbers, who had been so arrogant just moments before, were instantly terrified, their legs went weak, and they all knelt down one after another with thuds, their heads bowed lower than anyone else's.

Scarface, his face contorted with despair, kowtowed, pleading, "Great hero, spare us! Great hero, spare us! We were just starving and couldn't stand it anymore, so we came out to rob people for the first time. Please, have mercy!"

The skinny monkey also wiped away tears: "Yes, hero, our village is suffering from a disaster, we really have nothing to eat, that's why we came up with this terrible idea, we've never harmed anyone!"

Looking at this group of cowardly and pathetic simpletons, Zhang Huai shook his head helplessly. He remembered the dry rations Yao Yue had given him, so he simply took out most of them from his pack and handed them out.

"Take this and get lost. Don't come out and rob people again."

The group looked up and stared in disbelief. It took them a while to react. They kowtowed to Zhang Huai several times, grabbed the dry rations, and scrambled into the woods without even saying a proper thank you. They disappeared in no time, leaving only a trail of hurried footsteps.

Looking at the empty intersection, Zhang Huai chuckled, stuffed the remaining dry rations into his mouth, and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

This little incident didn't even dampen his enthusiasm for the journey.

After resting, he didn't linger and put his feet down again.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a black shadow and darted away, even faster than in the morning. The wind rustled through the forest again, and the branches and leaves danced wildly. In just a moment, he disappeared at the end of the path, leaving not a trace behind.