The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with a Suicide Note and Conquering All Realms

Outside the boundary marker on the back mountain, white fog churned violently.

The heavy, withered leaves were crushed underfoot, and the sound of footsteps came from the depths of the thick fog.

Zhao Zhijing stood three zhang away from the boundary marker. Fifteen Quanzhen disciples, swords in hand, stood ready. Half an hour had passed, and they were preparing to go in to collect Yang Guo's body.

The fog tore apart.

Grandma Sun held Yang Guo's hand with her left hand and leaned on her black wooden cane with her right hand, striding across the stone tablet inscribed with "Outsiders Keep Out".

Zhao Zhijing's pupils contracted.

Yang Guo did not die.

Not only did he not die, but he was also cured of the bee venom.

"People from the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

Zhao Zhijing gripped the hilt of his sword, suppressing the panic in his heart, and shouted sharply.

"The Quanzhen Sect and the Ancient Tomb Sect have no connection whatsoever. What is your intention in taking away a traitor from our sect?"

Grandma Sun stopped in her tracks.

Her cloudy gaze swept over Zhao Zhijing, and then over the Quanzhen disciples around her who were on high alert.

"Pooh!"

He spat a thick phlegm directly onto the bluestone slab in front of Zhao Zhijing's feet.

"A hypocrite with a sanctimonious facade. A beast who murders to cover up his crimes."

Grandma Sun's voice was extremely cold, and she slammed her cane heavily on the ground.

"Is this how that old bastard Qiu Chuji teaches his disciples? He couldn't even control his own urges, causing someone's death. To cover up his shameful deeds, he even poisoned his own disciple. Now he's trying to pin the blame on a child!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The dozen or so Quanzhen disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. Could there be more to the deaths of Xiao Cui and Qing Feng?

Zhao Zhijing's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Yang Guo actually told the old woman everything!

I absolutely cannot let her leave alive, otherwise I will surely die.

"That wicked woman is spouting nonsense!"

Zhao Zhijing suddenly drew his long sword and pointed it at Granny Sun.

"This little beast secretly practiced evil arts and slaughtered his fellow disciples; the evidence is irrefutable! You ancient tomb monster dare to harbor a traitor and even tarnish the reputation of my Quanzhen Sect. You cannot be allowed to live today!"

Zhao Zhijing turned his head and roared at the stunned disciples around him:

"What are you all standing there for! These ancient tomb monsters have trespassed into Chongyang Palace and formed the Heavenly Dipper Formation. Capture them!"

The disciples were awakened by Zhao Zhijing's roar.

Long swords were drawn simultaneously.

The fifteen people quickly took their positions, and two sets of the Big Dipper Formation were formed instantly.

The sword light intertwined into a net, descending upon Granny Sun and Yang Guo.

"A bunch of blind idiots."

Grandma Sun sneered.

She didn't back down. Her right hand, wielding a dark wooden crutch, suddenly lashed out.

The martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect, starting with its founder Lin Chaoying, are designed in every move to counter the Quanzhen Sect.

Granny Sun's figure blurred, turning into a gray afterimage, and she crashed directly into the sword net.

The cane struck out. Perfectly, it hit the Shenmen acupoint on the wrist of the disciple of the Heavenly Authority position.

"clang!"

The longsword flew from his hand. The first sword formation froze instantly.

Granny Sun's footwork was extremely strange, deliberately stepping into the blind spots of the Quanzhen footwork.

The cane cast a long, dark shadow in mid-air, specifically targeting the vulnerable areas under the armpits and ribs of Quanzhen disciples when they draw their swords.

A series of screams could be heard.

Within three breaths, seven Quanzhen disciples dropped their weapons and collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Zhijing drew his sword and launched a sneak attack from the side.

Grandma Sun didn't even turn her head.

He swung his cane backward with a backhand motion.

This strike was incredibly accurate, breaking through Zhao Zhijing's sword momentum and striking him heavily in the chest.

"Bang!"

A cracking sound rang out. Zhao Zhijing coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backwards for three zhang (approximately 10 meters), crashing heavily onto the boundary marker, looking utterly disheveled.

"With such meager skills, you dare to presume to clean house?"

Grandma Sun put away her cane, her face full of contempt.

"stop!"

A loud shout rang out from above the pine forest.

The sound was like a booming bell, causing the leaves to fall in a rustling sound.

Qiu Chuji sped over, stepping on the treetops.

He was in seclusion in the main hall, meditating and recuperating, when he was disturbed by the sounds of fighting from the back mountain.

The moment he landed, Qiu Chuji saw his disciples groaning in pain all over the ground, and Zhao Zhijing, who was coughing up blood and lying on the ground.

"Master..."

Zhao Zhijing clutched his chest, his face filled with grief and indignation, pointing at Granny Sun, "The Ancient Tomb Demon... condoned Yang Guo's murder of Qingfeng... and even tried to kill me to silence me..."

Qiu Chuji's face was as still as water.

He looked at Granny Sun, suppressing his anger, and adopted the airs of a sect leader: "The Ancient Tomb Sect and my Quanzhen Sect live next door to each other, and we've always kept to ourselves. You've injured so many of my disciples today; shouldn't you give us an explanation? Can't we sit down and discuss this?"

"Explain? Make it clear?"

Granny Sun, enraged, laughed coldly. "You blind old Taoist priest, you've raised such filthy beasts! Today, this old woman will teach you unfilial descendants a lesson on behalf of Wang Chongyang!"

Grandma Sun didn't waste any words. Her cane, carrying a strong gust of wind, struck straight at Qiu Chuji's face.

The authority of the leader of the Quanzhen Sect cannot be challenged.

Qiu Chuji raised his right palm, and the incomparably powerful true qi of the Quanzhen School erupted in his palm.

A powerful palm strike slammed down, meeting the cane head-on.

The palm strike was violent.

A dull popping sound came from the air.

Grandma Sun's expression changed drastically.

Although her martial arts skills were able to counter the Quanzhen style, Qiu Chuji's internal energy cultivation was far superior to hers.

This palm strike was unavoidable.

She suddenly turned to the side, shielding Yang Guo tightly behind her, and forcefully gathered all her inner energy, preparing to take the blow head-on.

Just then.

A gray figure suddenly cut into the center of the violent palm wind without warning.

The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive.

The newcomer was dressed in the lowest-ranking servant's robe of the Quanzhen Sect, and even carried a worn-out bamboo broom in his hand.

It is Lin Yuan.

He threw down the broom.

The hunched back straightened instantly at that moment.

A series of cracking sounds, like firecrackers, emanated from within his body.

Lin Yuan slowly raised his head.

In those usually cloudy and timid eyes, pure golden vertical pupils suddenly ignited!

The dark golden light tore through the morning gloom.

A terrifying, almost tangible pressure, carrying the absolute contempt of higher-dimensional beings for lower-dimensional ants, crashed down on the entire back mountain of Chongyang Palace.

The surrounding temperature rose sharply.

The white mist on the ground was instantly evaporated.

Faced with Qiu Chuji's supreme palm strike, powerful enough to split stone tablets, Lin Yuan neither dodged nor avoided it.

He raised his left hand.

The extremely compressed "Junyan" internal fire gathered in the left palm along the Qi circulation route of the One-Finger Divine Skill.

His right hand gently reached out, releasing the long, continuous internal energy of Quanzhen internal strength, steadily supporting Granny Sun's back and relieving her from her retreat.

Left palm facing right palm.

"boom!"

The two supreme forces collided in mid-air without any fancy moves.

The shockwave exploded in a ring shape.

The bluestone slabs within a ten-foot radius beneath Lin Yuan's feet shattered instantly, turning into dust that filled the sky.

Qiu Chuji's expression changed drastically.

He felt a destructive force, as hot and violent as magma, surge into his meridians through his palm with overwhelming force.

The true qi of Quanzhen dissipated instantly upon contact with this power.

"Hmm!"

Qiu Chuji let out a muffled groan.

His burly body was uncontrollably thrown back three large steps.

With each step back, a deep crater was blasted into the bluestone slab beneath their feet.

Retreating to the third step, Qiu Chuji forced down the blood that surged up his throat. His right palm was charred black, and his entire right arm was convulsing uncontrollably.

In contrast, Lin Yuan...

They stood still, without moving an inch.

Grandma Sun, whom he was protecting with his right hand, was completely unharmed.

The entire room fell silent.

Only the sound of the wind blowing through the pine forest could be heard.

Qiu Chuji stared wide-eyed at the gray-robed youth before him.

Zhao Zhijing slumped to the ground, his jaw almost dropping to his chest, forgetting to breathe.

The Quanzhen disciples lying on the ground around them were horrified, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Yang Guo stared wide-eyed at the back of the figure blocking his way.

Everyone's brains completely shut down at that moment.

They simply cannot understand.

This sickly fellow, whose meridians are completely severed and who can't even gather his qi, coughs every day while sweeping the ground behind the mountain.

This Guo Jing is a good-for-nothing who only stayed in the Quanzhen Sect to freeload after begging and pleading with everyone.

How could someone possibly defeat Qiu Chuji, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, with a single palm strike?

This domineering and suffocating true energy, these golden eyes radiating godlike majesty.

What kind of monster is this?!

Lin Yuan withdrew his left hand.

The dark golden internal energy flowing across his body slowly receded, but his golden eyes still burned with a dazzling light.

He looked down at Zhao Zhijing, who was lying on the ground, with a cold gaze.

"Master Zhao."

Lin Yuan spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but every word carried the low-frequency vibrations of dragon blood, echoing above Chongyang Palace and striking everyone's eardrums.

"Thirty taels of silver cannot buy a human life."

Zhao Zhijing shuddered violently, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Xiao Cui's remains are still hanging at the foot of the cliff. The finger marks from when you snapped her throat are still not completely rotten."

Lin Yuan took a step forward.

"You're talking nonsense! You're spouting lies!" Zhao Zhijing screamed hysterically, crawling backward on all fours.

Lin Yuan ignored his shouts and took his second step.

"Before Qingfeng died, you placed your left hand on his back to heal his wound. You used your Quanzhen internal energy to create a needle that pierced his heart meridian."

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over the Quanzhen disciples around him.

"Qingfeng's body shouldn't be buried yet. Cut open his back and check the severed heart meridian—was it broken by external force or severed by internal force? Don't the members of the Quanzhen Sect even have this much discernment?"

Every word is piercing to the heart.

Ironclad evidence.

Qiu Chuji suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Zhao Zhijing.

If Lin Yuan were just a useless janitor, he wouldn't believe a word of these words.

But now, a top-tier expert who can defeat him with a single palm strike has no need to fabricate such a lie.

"Zhijing..." Qiu Chuji's voice trembled, "Is what he said true?"

Zhao Zhijing was furious.

"Bullshit! You're making baseless accusations!"

But the Quanzhen disciples' gaze changed.

With the evidence laid bare, no amount of explanation will change anything.

Immediately, the disciples' anger towards Yang Guo turned into extreme disgust and fear towards Zhao Zhijing.

Lin Yuan publicly tore the Quanzhen Sect's fig leaf to shreds.

"A reputable and righteous sect." Lin Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile as his golden eyes locked onto Qiu Chuji.

"Sect Leader Qiu, I think the rules of the Quanzhen Sect need to be changed."

Lin Yuan raised his right hand.

At his fingertips, a wisp of dark red inner flame flickered silently.

The extreme heat caused the surrounding air to distort violently.

Qiu Chuji clenched his fists, his scalp tingling.

He knew perfectly well that if this monster were to go on a killing spree today, Chongyang Palace would be awash in blood.

Just as tensions were about to rise...

From the depths of the thick fog of the Tomb of the Living Dead, a voice that was extremely clear and ethereal suddenly rang out.

"Grandma, bring them in."