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

Over the next few days, Lu Wushuang followed Zhang Huai, traveling at a leisurely pace towards Mount Hua.

Zhang Huai did not quicken his pace. With his cultivation level, if he traveled at full speed, he could reach Mount Hua in less than two days.

But he walked slowly like an ordinary passerby, stopping to watch any interesting or exciting things he encountered along the way; when he got tired, he would find a town to rest, either going into a tavern to drink or finding a teahouse to listen to music and relax.

After all, there was still quite some time before the appointment at Mount Hua, and he wanted to take this opportunity to see the world of martial arts.

Just then, a series of urgent shouts suddenly came from afar.

Lu Wushuang and Zhang Huai heard it clearly at the same time.

Lu Wushuang turned to Zhang Huai and asked softly, "Brother Zhang, should we go over and take a look?"

Having spent the last two days together, Lu Wushuang had already figured out Zhang Huai's personality. She knew that he always liked to join in the fun and show off in front of others, which is why she took the initiative to ask him.

But Zhang Huai couldn't muster any interest at this moment. He put the black iron rod around his neck and casually placed his hands on the rod, looking somewhat like the Monkey King.

"Too lazy to go, not interested."

"Oh, okay..."

Lu Wushuang pouted slightly. She was actually somewhat similar to Zhang Huai in temperament, both of them having loved to play since childhood. When she was little, she played with her cousin Cheng Ying and, disregarding her poor lightness skills, insisted on climbing the wall to pick trumpet creeper flowers, which resulted in her breaking her leg.

At this moment, she was filled with curiosity about the commotion in the distance, but Zhang Huai was not interested. She still needed to rely on Zhang Huai to take revenge, so she could only go along with his wishes.

As the saying goes, "If I don't go to the mountain, the mountain will come to me."

The two had no intention of getting closer, but the shouts grew louder and louder, and soon Lu Wushuang could hear what was being shouted.

"You wretch, stop right there! You stole my lord's things, where do you think you're going!"

Before the words were finished, a slender and disheveled figure stumbled out of the woods. The woman's clothes were in disarray, her hair was loose, but she was clutching a brocade box tightly in her hands and refused to let go.

She saw a man and a woman standing in front of her and wanted to go up to them for help, but when she got close to them, she suddenly widened her eyes.

Zhang Huai was slightly taken aback.

The person who arrived was none other than Yaoyue.

He wondered to himself, how could this woman be here? After pondering for a moment without any clue, he simply stopped thinking about it. In any case, whether Yaoyue appeared or not would not affect him in the slightest.

When Yaoyue saw Zhang Huai's face clearly, her tearful eyes suddenly lit up, and her expression instantly became complicated and indescribable. The words of pleading that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.

Following closely behind, five men dressed in black rushed out, each wielding a curved knife and with a fierce look on their faces. Judging from their attire, they were clearly soldiers from the Mongol royal palace.

Yao Yue was a weak woman, and she was already exhausted. She was forced to stand beside Zhang Huai and Lu Wushuang, surrounded by five Mongol soldiers, and was in dire straits.

She gazed at Zhang Huai, who was so close yet seemed so far away. Several times she wanted to ask for help, but she was afraid of disturbing him. So she could only hold the brocade box tightly in her arms, her body trembling slightly.

Lu Wushuang stood aside, and with her nature of hating evil, she couldn't help but want to take action when she saw this scene of the strong bullying the weak.

However, her injuries had not yet healed, and she was afraid of causing trouble for Zhang Huai. But looking at Yao Yue's pitiful appearance and the fierce-looking Mongol soldiers, she couldn't bear to stand idly by.

Lu Wushuang hesitated for a moment, then gently tugged at Zhang Huai's sleeve and whispered, "Brother Zhang, this girl looks so pitiful..."

Zhang Huai remained nonchalant, seemingly oblivious to everything happening around him. His first thought was that he didn't want to get involved.

He and Yaoyue were merely strangers who met by chance; their relationship was purely based on mutual benefit, and they had no kinship or romantic entanglement whatsoever.

It's not worth provoking the Mongol royal family for a strange woman. With his strength, he naturally wouldn't fear retaliation from the Mongol royal family, but it's like a mosquito buzzing in his ear, needlessly annoying.

Moreover, he had heard the Mongol soldier's words clearly; it was obvious that Yaoyue had stolen their things.

Although he disliked the Mongols, Yao Yue had stolen first, so helping her was not in line with his principles.

Zhang Huai shifted his feet slightly and said to Lu Wushuang, "There's nothing to see here, let's go."

But Lu Wushuang seemed to be rooted to the spot, no matter how much Zhang Huai urged her, she wouldn't move an inch, she just stared intently at Yaoyue who was surrounded in the middle.

Forced to retreat, Yaoyue's legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground. Even so, she clung tightly to the brocade box in her arms, refusing to let go.

Looking at Yao Yue's struggling and unyielding appearance, Lu Wushuang felt a strong resemblance to himself when he was a child and was kidnapped by Li Mochou, struggling bitterly and refusing to bow down and submit.

Seeing the five Mongol soldiers closing in, Yaoyue had nowhere left to retreat.

One of the soldiers raised his curved sword high, about to strike Yaoyue.

At this critical moment, Lu Wushuang made a move.

Despite her injuries, she resolutely charged into the encirclement of the five men, drew her silver arc blade from her waist, and forcefully blocked the fatal blow for Yaoyue.

Although she blocked the attack, she herself was not feeling well.

The Mongol soldier possessed strength far exceeding that of ordinary people. The moment their weapons clashed, Lu Wushuang's newly healed wound instantly ruptured, and blood seeped from the scab.

Seeing this, the Mongol soldier coldly shouted:

"Young lady, I had no intention of provoking you two. Why must you meddle in my business?"

Despite the excruciating pain of her torn wound, Lu Wushuang replied in a calm and composed voice:

"I'll mind my own business if I want to!"

The Mongol soldier turned to look at Zhang Huai again and said in a deep voice:

"You also wish to get involved in this matter?"

Seeing this, Zhang Huai quickly spread his hands and said nonchalantly:

"This is none of my business. Do as you please. I won't interfere."

After saying that, he found a large rock nearby, brushed off the dust, sat down, took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket, and slowly cracked them open while watching the good show unfold before him.

Upon hearing Zhang Huai's words, the Mongol soldier's face darkened, and he turned to glare fiercely at Lu Wushuang:

"It seems your lover doesn't care whether you live or die."

Lu Wushuang was so angry at Zhang Huai's attitude that she stomped her feet, but she still replied defiantly:

"I don't need him to worry about it; I can handle it myself!"

Normally, Lu Wushuang would have spoken with great confidence, but her injuries from the past few days were too severe, and Zhang Huai had not given her any of the pills he had made. At this moment, she had only barely regained her mobility.

The Mongol soldiers in front of them were all quite skilled, clearly elite guards of the Mongol royal palace.

After only a few dozen rounds of fighting, Lu Wushuang gradually found herself unable to hold on. However, she was stubborn and refused to back down even when she had the chance to escape.

Unable to bear seeing innocent people die as a result, Yao Yue, standing behind her, cried out to Lu Wushuang through tears:

"Young heroine, please leave quickly, don't worry about me! Take this brocade box; it's full of the people's ill-gotten gains plundered by the Mongols. Go twenty li east from here, there's a dilapidated temple; please deliver the box to the person inside!"

But since Lu Wushuang had offered his help, he was determined to see it through to the end, even if he was no match for her, he would fight to the bitter end.

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, Zhang Huai couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

By this time, the ground around his feet was covered with sunflower seed shells.

Zhang Huai slowly stood up, stretched, patted the sunflower seed crumbs off his hands, picked up the black iron rod beside him, and with a slight twist of his wrist, the tip of the rod lightly touched the ground.

"It's so noisy!"

"If you want to fight, find somewhere else!"