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

In the darkness of night, a little boy walked stealthily down the street, the occasional clatter of horses' hooves and the cold, hard sound of heavy armor clashing around him.

His name was Li Wen. He was an ordinary citizen in Xi'an, with a small, peaceful, and harmonious family that, while not wealthy, was nonetheless prosperous.

For some reason, a large number of Mongol soldiers suddenly flooded into the city a few days ago.

Encountering Mongol soldiers within Xi'an city was not unusual under normal circumstances. However, times had changed; this group of soldiers was exceptionally brutal.

They plundered and slaughtered the city's inhabitants. In the past, the Mongols often committed atrocities in the city, but never with such ruthlessness and utter extermination.

Even ordinary families like his were not spared.

My father was imprisoned and his fate remains unknown; as for my mother…

Now he is all alone in his home.

My father once said that the Mongols never treated the Han people as human beings. As long as we stayed in this city, we had to live in fear every day, because we might die under their swords at any time.

At that time, he thought his father was worrying unnecessarily. Since the Mongols had occupied the city, they were the masters of the city. How could they act in this way towards the city under their rule in order to maintain their rule?

But he never expected that this day would come, so quickly and so cruelly.

He's taking this risk to come out now because he has important business to attend to.

Taking advantage of his agility and the cover of night, Li Wen quickly surveyed the city before quietly retreating back into a dilapidated temple.

This dilapidated temple was filled with people like him, who had suffered persecution at the hands of the Mongol soldiers and were no longer of any value to them. Fortunately, precisely because they were no longer of any value to them, even if they gathered together, as long as they did not provoke the Mongol soldiers, the latter were too lazy to exterminate them.

Even if they managed to gather together, how long could they survive? All their possessions and food had already been looted; they were merely offering each other comfort.

The city gates are now tightly shut; not even a rat can escape. If this siege continues, death is only a matter of time.

"Xiaowen is back."

"Um."

The boy gave a curt reply.

Just then, a gentle female voice rang out from the darkness of the dilapidated temple.

"How's it going, Xiaowen? What's the situation with the Mongol troops outside?"

It was Yao Yue who spoke. She and Lu Wushuang had found this group of refugees with nowhere to go under the moonlight.

The vast majority of people here had received help and protection from the two men, but unfortunately, they were all unfortunate enough to be killed before they could even leave the city, when the Mongol soldiers arrived.

Wang Er, Li Tie, Liu Laohan, and others were among them, along with more than a dozen other common people who had also received favors from the two men.

Previously, most people who received the money from them followed their advice and left Xi'an immediately, leaving only those who had no other choice.

Li Wen briefly recounted what he had seen outside.

After speaking, Yaoyue said to everyone with deep remorse, "We are sorry to everyone. If we hadn't robbed the Prince's mansion, perhaps you wouldn't be in this situation today."

"My benefactors, what are you saying! If it weren't for your rescue, I, Old Man Liu, would have starved to death days ago!"

"That's right! The Mongols have long wanted to kill us common people. Even if you hadn't seized the palace, they could have found any excuse, like a soldier getting lost in the city, and started a massacre. They never lacked reasons, they just needed a pretext."

"Yeah yeah."

Others chimed in to agree.

Lu Wushuang gently patted Yaoyue's shoulder, indicating that she didn't need to blame herself too much.

Her gaze swept over the sallow, emaciated faces, her voice clear and firm: "In short, this matter arose because of us, and we will definitely give everyone an explanation."

"We believe in both girls!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Let's proceed according to plan. Later, Yaoyue and I will contact the Beggars' Sect. The rest of us will be responsible for finding any surviving civilians in the city and bringing them here. Once everything is ready, we'll rise up in rebellion and storm out of the city together."

Old Liu clenched his withered fist and replied shakily:

"Please give us your orders, young lady! We old bones may not be good at much else, but we're quite adept at searching for people in the streets and alleys. As long as we can escape this hell on earth, we'll do anything!"

Old Liu has lived in this city for decades and knows every street and every household in the city very well.

Li Tie, standing to the side, nodded emphatically. He was originally a strong porter in the city, and with the help of Lu Wushuang and Yaoyue, his good days were just around the corner.

But his wife and children had all perished under the swords of the Mongol soldiers, and now his eyes burned with a furious rage, a desperate will to survive.

"I'm strong enough to protect everyone. If we encounter any lone Mongol soldiers, I'll fight them to the death!"

Li Wen huddled beside the haystack in the dilapidated temple, his small body tense. Upon hearing the words "fight your way out of the city," he suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes surging with a hatred and stubbornness far beyond his years.

He's only 15 years old. Does he hate Yaoyue and the other girl? To be honest, he does harbor a little resentment.

But he knew that the real culprits were the Mongols, and as his father had said, as long as he remained in the city, death was only a matter of time.

Yao Yue saw the boy's actions and felt a pang of sadness. She slowly walked up to him, gently placed a sweet potato wrapped in a cloth into his palm, and softened her voice:

"Xiaowen, I'm so sorry. You've worked hard scouting the way tonight. Later, you'll be with Old Man Liu and the others to search for people. Remember, don't be reckless. The Mongol soldiers are ruthless; your life is the most important thing."

Li Wen pursed his chapped lips and nodded gently. He carefully put the sweet potato in his arms, reluctant to eat it, wanting to save it so that if he could find his father, he could give him something to eat.

Lu Wushuang could no longer contain her eagerness; the short sword and curved blade at her waist hummed softly.

She looked out into the deep night, the sound of horses' hooves and the clashing of heavy armor drifting in intermittently, each thud sending shivers down her spine.

"The Beggars' Sect disciples are scattered throughout Xi'an, and they must be secretly fighting against the Mongol army right now. Let's set off now; the sooner we contact them, the sooner we can escape danger."

Yao Yue nodded slightly, then turned and bowed solemnly to everyone in the temple: "Take care, everyone. We'll be going now. Remember, you must act discreetly and never confront the Mongol soldiers directly. We will come to meet you when it's time to leave the city."

"Take care, my two benefactors!"

The crowd responded in hushed tones, their voices barely concealing their fear of the Mongols, yet also their hopes for survival.

They had long been fed up with this submissive life and should have stood up and rebelled long ago.