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

The next morning, everyone got to work.

Because the Mongol soldiers were conducting a large-scale search for Lu Wushuang and Yaoyue throughout the city, and the streets and alleys were patrolled by soldiers, the two could not show their faces in public and had to hide in the darkest room in the Taoist temple, where they coordinated the Beggar Clan disciples and thousands of civilians.

The wooden doors of the Taoist temple were tightly closed, making it difficult for even a sliver of light to penetrate. At the slightest sound of horses' hooves or shouts from outside, everyone inside would immediately hold their breath and remain extremely quiet.

The Beggars' Sect has a strict organization and rules. They are very skilled at sending messages, dividing tasks, and making connections. They can operate normally with just a few coded words.

Organizing a group of unarmed, panicked ordinary people and getting them to perform their duties and strictly abide by the rules is a hundred times more difficult than imagined.

This morning, Li Wen quietly sneaked back to the Taoist temple and reported to the two men in a low voice that in just one night, the number of people he had secretly contacted had rapidly expanded from the initial few hundred to nearly a thousand.

This is not hard to understand. In chaotic times, every household is connected by relatives and neighbors. One person can send a message and it can affect the whole clan. The news spreads from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and the number of people naturally increases exponentially.

While the surge in numbers brought greater power, it also posed a huge hidden danger.

How to effectively integrate, secretly settle, and orderly deploy these thousand people was a major headache for Yaoyue and Lu Wushuang.

"A thousand people..." Lu Wushuang tapped the cold stone table lightly with his fingertips, his brows furrowed, his tone troubled. "A large number of people is a good thing, but they can't be controlled or kept hidden. If there's the slightest disturbance, it's a dead end with the entire family being executed."

Yao Yue then comforted her, saying, "Sister, don't worry. We don't need them to do much. Just hide well."

She looked up at Li Wen and solemnly instructed him, word by word:

"Xiao Wen, immediately go and instruct the leaders of each group to communicate secretly, not to gather in private, to recognize only the code words, not the people, and to be a little slower than to be a little chaotic. No matter what happens, they must not expose their hiding place, and they must not involve the Taoist temple."

"yes!"

Li Wen nodded heavily, not daring to linger, and turned to disappear into the thick shadows of the Taoist temple, quickly vanishing into the depths of the streets and alleys.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, the Beggars' Sect disciples had already quietly taken action.

They are like stars scattered in the night, covering every street corner and alleyway in the city.

The beggar, unkempt and filthy, squatted in the corner, basking in the sun listlessly. Passersby frowned, covered their noses, and showed disgust, all turning a detour.

But no one noticed that this seemingly destitute beggar had a pair of narrowed eyes that were as cold and sharp as an eagle's, staring intently at the Mongol soldiers coming and going at the street corner, silently noting down the time of their shift change, their patrol routes, and the number of people in their ranks, not daring to miss a single detail.

Occasionally, a Beggars' Sect disciple responsible for delivering messages would pass by. He would simply toss a small pebble or hum an inconspicuous tune, and with a command or a gesture, the latest information would be transmitted in an instant, leaving no trace.

Prior to this, the Beggars' Sect used these coded messages to transmit information, so there was no need to worry about messages being transmitted incorrectly.

Such scenes were quietly unfolding throughout the city.

Among them were peddlers hawking their wares from their stalls, blacksmiths hammering iron in their shops, laborers hurrying along carrying goods, and old women mending and washing clothes at the alley entrance.

Every seemingly ordinary figure was quietly gathering intelligence, taking in the strengths and weaknesses of the city's defenses bit by bit.

Where are the secret passages where one can hide? Where are the gaps in the courtyard walls that allow one to crawl through? Which abandoned houses are unattended? Which dry wells are hidden and safe? Which paths can completely avoid the sight of the Mongol soldiers?

All the details concerning life and death were silently memorized by them, and then passed back to the Taoist temple layer by layer by the leaders of each group in the most secretive way.

Even if they acted with utmost care and secrecy, the Mongols were by no means foolish.

The days of massacres and searches had already put the entire city in a state of panic. Countless Mongol soldiers wanted to capture suspicious individuals to claim rewards from their generals, and any slight movement would bring annihilation.

They had to race against time and complete all preparations before the Mongol soldiers noticed anything amiss.

Countless fragments of crucial information flowed into the hands of Lu Wushuang and Yaoyue like a gentle stream.

In a dark and damp corner of the Taoist temple, the two carefully spread out a piece of tough hemp paper and, with the faint light filtering through the window, sketched the outline of the entire city stroke by stroke.

City gates, streets and alleys, military camps, arrow towers, secret passages, and hiding places—as the lines continue to extend, a simple yet crucial defense map gradually takes shape.

While the Beggars' Sect disciples were secretly gathering intelligence on the enemy, Lu Wushuang and Yaoyue were also working diligently to organize the people and prepare all the supplies needed for their breakout.

Ordinary people are not as organized and experienced as the Beggars' Sect disciples, so this matter must be handled with utmost care, allowing no room for error and ensuring that no disturbance is caused.

Once the Mongol soldiers discover the truth, all the planning of these past few days, the forbearance of countless people, and everyone's hope for survival will be in vain in an instant.

Fortunately, everyone was risking their lives, and no one was slacking off.

The items needed for a breakout are numerous and varied: torches for lighting, weapons for breaking out, herbs for bandaging wounds, containers for water, hemp ropes for binding wounds, and dry rations to last for several days—each item is a matter of life and death.

After all, even after breaking through, it would still take a long and arduous journey to reach safety.

The most troublesome thing is weapons. These things have been strictly controlled since ancient times. Ordinary people can only take out the hoes and picks from their homes. Those who are a little poorer can only use sticks as weapons, not to kill the enemy, but only to defend themselves.

Under the strict orders and arrangements of their respective group leaders, the people quietly began to prepare the supplies needed for their breakout.

Although the number of people was large, Lu Wushuang meticulously divided them into countless three-person teams. The teams did not meet or inquire about each other, and only communicated with their respective leaders. They also relied on simple coded signals such as knocking on the wall or coughing three times to pass messages.

There were no many words exchanged, nor did they linger for long.

The old people's withered fingers kept twisting the hemp rope, mending the tattered cloth bags stitch by stitch. They carefully divided the meager amount of food they had plundered from the whole city into small portions, packed them into the cloth bags, and tied them tightly so that everyone could carry them with them and not get separated and starve during their escape.

The women then rummaged through all the old fabrics and tattered clothes they could find in their homes, tearing them into long strips and tightly wrapping them into torches. They also carefully collected the remaining herbs and ointments in their homes and wrapped them carefully in clean cloth.

Everyone knew that this breakout would be extremely dangerous, and that some people would be injured or killed. But staying in the city would only mean being at the mercy of others, and they would all die sooner or later.

All they can do is to do their utmost to make all the necessary preparations, minimize casualties, and fight for the lives of more people.