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

"I can help you."

At this moment, Zhang Huai suddenly spoke up.

"Um?"

Lu Wushuang looked at Zhang Huai in surprise, quickly walked up to him, reached out her right hand to touch his forehead, and then touched her own forehead with her left hand, carefully feeling the difference in temperature.

"You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?"

Zhang Huai rolled his eyes speechlessly, shoved her hand off his forehead, and said, "I'm not talking nonsense. Don't you trust my abilities?"

"Brother, you're my own brother, okay? Are you crazy? How are you going to help Yaoyue? Are you going to kill them all? That's an entire Mongolian royal palace, with at least several thousand elite troops inside. Do you think you're one of the Five Great Masters? Even if the Five Great Masters themselves came, they could only guarantee their own safe escape!"

Although Lu Wushuang knew that Zhang Huai was very strong, he did not believe that he could remain unharmed among thousands of Mongol elites. He was probably just boasting again.

Zhang Huai ignored Lu Wushuang beside him and turned to Yao Yue, saying firmly, "In exchange, you come with me."

He exuded an imposing aura, and his words were filled with undeniable confidence.

Yao Yue hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Zhang Huai: "Brother Zhang, you have saved me several times already. My life should rightfully belong to you. But if I leave, these people will truly have no way to survive."

"Send them to Xiangyang. Xiangyang is now a gathering place for heroes, and the great hero Guo Jing is personally guarding it. After I help you deal with the Mongols, there will be a period of peace here. Take this opportunity to have other Beggar Clan disciples lead them to Xiangyang."

"Xiangyang...can it really work?" Yaoyue was still somewhat hesitant.

"Hmm?" Zhang Huai glanced at her sideways. "You don't believe me?"

Sensing the slight displeasure in Zhang Huai's tone, Yao Yue immediately panicked.

"I believe you, Brother Zhang! I'll go and arrange for everyone to pack their things and prepare to leave!"

Yao Yue made up her mind instantly. Zhang Huai had helped her many times, and with his strength, it would be too easy for him to kill them all, so there was no reason for him to lie to her.

"Go. If you can truly become the leader of the Beggars' Sect, you will be able to better realize your ambitions. At that time, you will not only be able to protect this land, but also protect the people of the world."

These words struck a chord with Yao Yue's deepest desires.

She walked into the main hall of the dilapidated temple and ran into Qiao Bei. Just as she was about to tell him her plans, Qiao Bei interrupted her.

"I heard everything."

The group of people hadn't deliberately lowered their voices during their conversation.

"It wasn't just me, they all heard it too."

A little boy walked up to Yaoyue, his eyes red and brimming with tears, and asked, "Sister Yaoyue, are we really going to leave here?"

The old woman behind her lay on the couch, trying to struggle to get up and call the little boy back, but she was too weak to sit up. She could only lie on the couch and whisper, "Xiao Peng, come back. Your sister Yao Yue has her own plans. Don't disturb her."

Yao Yue gently squatted down, her slender fingers tenderly stroking the little boy's cheek, her voice filled with guilt: "Yes, Xiao Peng. It's all my fault for attracting the Mongol soldiers. It's no longer safe here. We need to go to a safer place."

"How can you blame yourself, Miss Yaoyue?" a middle-aged man said. "If it weren't for you, we poor people would have died under the Mongol hooves long ago, and we wouldn't be alive now."

Another old woman lay on the bed, wiping away her tears, and said, "We old, weak, sick and disabled people have been a burden to you enough. You have a bright future ahead of you, so go with Master Zhang and don't worry about us."

Seeing this, the other refugees and Beggars' Sect members also gathered around, chattering, "Yaoyue, don't worry, go with Hero Zhang. We'll follow your arrangements to Xiangyang and take good care of ourselves. Don't worry!"

Despite his injuries, Qiao Bei managed to stand up straight and gently patted Yao Yue's shoulder: "Sister, Master Zhang is right. Only when you become stronger can you truly protect us. I and the rest of our brothers are here. Even if it costs me my life, I, Qiao Bei, will definitely get everyone safely to Xiangyang."

"Yes, Yaoyue, you can go without worry!"

"If you do manage to meet Elder Hong, please give him your regards!"

Everyone echoed this sentiment.

Looking at these people who had been with her day and night, and who depended on each other for survival, Yao Yue felt a lump in her throat and tears streamed down her face.

"Thank you all for your understanding. It's my fault for being unable to stay by your side. Once I've completed my studies, I will return to Xiangyang as soon as possible to reunite with you all, and we will never be apart again!"

Everyone rushed forward and offered words of comfort.

Seeing this scene, Lu Wushuang felt a pang of sadness. She quietly tugged at Zhang Huai's sleeve and whispered, "At least you still have some conscience. You didn't really force Yaoyue to ignore these people."

She knew in her heart that with Zhang Huai's strength, it would be an easy thing for him to take Yao Yue away without her consent.

Furthermore, by using the debt of saving her life as leverage, Yaoyue had no choice but to obediently listen to Zhang Huai.

Zhang Huai simply gazed into the distance and said calmly, "Pack your things. They must leave in a day. After they leave, you and Yaoyue will come with me to the Mongolian Prince's Mansion."

Yaoyue wiped away her tears, forced herself to stand up, and began to direct everyone to pack their luggage and help the injured.

Qiao Bei, despite his injuries, gathered the remaining Beggars' Sect disciples who were still able to move and arranged for their escort.

These people were refugees and beggars, and they didn't have much luggage to pack. In just one day, everything was packed and everyone was ready.

Yaoyue returned to Zhang Huai's side, and Lu Wushuang stepped forward to take her hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, Brother Zhang may seem unserious at times, but he's very reliable when it matters. With him around, nothing will happen."

Yaoyue nodded gently.

In truth, Lu Wushuang wasn't entirely sure herself, unsure of Zhang Huai's true intentions. She had privately asked him earlier how he planned to deal with the entire Mongol royal palace; was he really going to force his way in?

Zhang Huai simply replied, "Never mind, I have my own plans."

Lu Wushuang didn't ask any more questions. She was secretly calculating in her heart whether the three of them could escape if they couldn't win. Although she had a chivalrous heart, she didn't want to go to her death with Bai Bai.

After careful calculation, she concluded that the three of them working together should be able to escape by sheer luck, so she decided to go with them.

After everyone had finished getting ready, Qiao Bei led a group of lightly injured Beggar Clan disciples, supporting the elderly, women, and children, and slowly headed towards Xiangyang.

"Let's go," Zhang Huai said, turning to the two women.

"I'll have to weigh this so-called Mongol royal palace against them and see just how much power it really has."