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

Yao Yue instructed the maid beside her, "Go and tell Young Master Zhang to rest for a while. I'll be there right away. If you can't wait, you can come to my room."

"Yes."

After toasting the other guests, Yaoyue prepared to return to her room to do her hair and makeup.

But when she returned to her room, an uninvited guest had been sitting there for quite some time.

"Miss Yaoyue, you've kept me waiting for so long. The appointed time has arrived."

"It's you again, Shen Zhibai!"

The man named Shen Zhibai didn't speak, but swayed over to Yaoyue's side, brought his head close to her ear, gently stroked Yaoyue's face with his right hand, and said flirtatiously:

"You'd rather sell yourself than marry a Mongolian, is that it?"

Yao Yue took a step back, disgustedly slapping his hand away, and said, "My mother was kidnapped by the Mongols, my younger brother was forced to death by the Mongols, and now my father has also left me, unable to bear the burden. The Mongols are my mortal enemies. How can you expect me to marry!"

Shen Zhibai slapped her across the face and said coldly, "You slut, your father, your mother, and your brother were all worthless lives. Once they're dead, they're dead. If you can marry the Mongol general, that's your good fortune for three lifetimes. You'll enjoy endless wealth and glory. Why get angry over a few dead people? If that general didn't prefer to be willing, I wouldn't bother talking to you so much."

Yao Yue covered her burning face, a clear red handprint appearing on her originally fair complexion.

Seeing Shen Zhibai's anger, she dared not speak out, for he was a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, whose martial arts were unparalleled. Although he had been expelled from the sect for colluding with the Mongols, he was still someone that ordinary people like them could not contend with.

Shen Zhibai reached around her waist, pulled hard, and took a purse that emitted a faint fragrance. Inside were the tips the guests had given her earlier, including Zhang Huai's share.

Shen Zhibai weighed it for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. He said, "Consider this your protection fee for this month. Remember, it was I who protected your innocence."

When Yao Yue saw that the money she had worked so hard to get had been taken away, her eyes immediately filled with tears. She threw herself at Shen Zhibai and tried with all her might to snatch back her purse, her little hands even hitting his arm.

Shen Zhibai grew impatient and slapped Yao Yue again, the force of which knocked her to the ground.

"You bitch, I'll give you three more days to think it over. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer by then, I have plenty of ways to make you do it willingly!"

With tears welling in her eyes, Yao Yue collapsed to the ground, biting her lips and trying hard to control her emotions so that she wouldn't burst into tears.

After making those harsh remarks, Shen Zhibai prepared to leave.

But when he reached the door, he saw a young man with delicate eyebrows and a gentle face blocking the way. He was holding a black iron rod, which seemed quite out of place with his approachable appearance.

The visitor was Zhang Huai.

"Brother, where are you planning to go with my money?"

Although Shen Zhibai understood Zhang Huai's meaning, he still pretended to be stupid and said, "Brother, you're joking. I've never taken any money from you. I'm only here to collect protection money. All this money belongs to that wretched woman."

After saying that, he didn't forget to point to Yaoyue, who was sitting on the ground.

"Oh? Then tell me, where did my money go?"

"I don't know about that. Young man, you should go ask that woman. I have other things to do, so please make way for me."

As he spoke, Shen Zhibai tried to squeeze past Zhang Huai.

But Zhang Huai stood firm as a rock, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move Zhang Huai even an inch.

Shen Zhibai's eyes turned sinister, all traces of his previous friendliness vanished, and he said in an icy voice, "Young man, are you here to cause trouble?"

"I'm here to cause trouble!"

"Um?"

Shen Zhibai was clearly taken aback, not expecting Zhang Huai to answer like that, but not wanting to lose face, he continued to ask:

"Young man, you'd better think this through. Do you know who's behind me?!"

"Do you know who's behind me?!"

Zhang Huai raised his voice by an octave and asked in return.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Shen Zhibai said three times in anger. "I have a Mongolian prince behind me, and this woman is the one the prince is going to offer to the Mongolian First General. Can you afford to offend her?"

Zhang Huai was speechless. Behind him was the chosen one of the modern era, the future Condor Hero. After him, heroes like Guo Jing and Zhou Botong would all become his background. How could he be proud?

On the other side was just a minor Mongolian prince, a prince who had to pay tribute to his subjects. What kind of background was that?

Zhang Huai couldn't help but laugh out loud. He leaned his head in front of Shen Zhibai's face, gently patted his cheek with his right hand, and said, "Who do we have here? Turns out it's just a little punk."

"You're asking for it!"

Shen Zhibai could no longer tolerate Zhang Huai's provocation. After spending half a day in close contact with Zhang Huai, he realized that this person was just an ordinary person with no internal strength. At this moment, he decided not to endure it any longer and directly used his signature move - the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm Technique.

This was created by Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen Sect. The ferocity of this palm technique is only surpassed by the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Falling Flower Palm, which are two of the Five Greats of the time. Even though Shen Zhibai only learned the basics, for an ordinary person who has not even cultivated internal energy, this palm strike would either kill or seriously injure them.

He could already picture Zhang Huai vomiting blood after being struck by that palm.

But his face quickly turned ashen. Zhang Huai stood there as if nothing had happened, scratching his head as if he were pondering the meaning of his action.

Are you hitting me?

Zhang Huai pointed to Shen Zhibai's right hand on his chest.

Shen Zhibai was shocked. He realized that he had been made a fool of like a clown. The man in front of him had reached the pinnacle of martial arts and could control his internal energy. Even a first-rate master would be injured if he was caught off guard by Shen Zhibai's full-force palm strike, but this man was completely unharmed.

No wonder he didn't dodge; he's already reached the level of protecting his body with internal energy. Where did this monster come from?

Shen Zhibai: The wind's getting strong, let's get out of here!

Zhang Huai was unaware that he was already considered an unparalleled monster in Shen Zhibai's eyes; he didn't dodge simply because he hadn't realized it yet.

Zhang Huai's performance stunned the surrounding maids and the fallen Yao Yue.

Zhang Huai ignored everything else and simply said, "You started this. You slapped me, so I punched you back. That's reasonable, isn't it?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Huai's right hand had already gathered its strength and was about to strike.

Fortunately, Shen Zhibai was also a trained martial artist. While Zhang Huai was speaking, he had already used the Seven Star Step to quickly create distance between them.

But it was too late. Zhang Huai's fist had already arrived with the force of the punch. Even though the distance had been created, it was still inevitable that the fist would graz the person.

Shen Zhibai coughed up blood on the spot, but he couldn't care less about anything else at that moment and hurriedly broke the window to escape.

When Zhang Huai caught up and looked out the window, the person had already disappeared.

Yao Yue, who was standing to the side, quickly got up and knelt down to express her gratitude.

Zhang Huai didn't even glance at her, only saying in an icy voice, "You're quite the schemer!"