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

Dirt splashed everywhere.

A figure crashed through the bushes, rushing into the clearing with a sharp whoosh. Its feet dug two long, deep furrows in the slippery grass.

Yang Guo suddenly stopped.

The night wind dispersed the stench of blood from the open space.

He saw clearly the gray-robed figure standing before the pool of blood.

He was even more upright than he was six years ago, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Yin Zhiping lay on the ground, screaming and rolling in agony.

Yang Guo's eyes instantly turned red.

Six years of arduous cultivation in the ancient tomb, the bone-chilling cold of the jade bed, and countless scenes of gritting my teeth and persevering in desperate situations—all these images exploded in my mind.

He bent his knees and slammed them heavily onto the hard bluestone slab.

"Bang!"

Yang Guo kowtowed without hesitation.

His forehead struck the stone slab, breaking the skin, and blood flowed down his brow bone.

He doesn't care at all.

"Brother Lin!" Yang Guo looked up, his voice hoarse, filled with extreme fervor and excitement, "Six years! I didn't let you down! You're finally back!"

Lin Yuan turned around.

His gaze swept over Yang Guo's calloused hands and the profound internal strength within him that far surpassed that of his peers.

He nodded slightly.

"Get up." Lin Yuan's tone was calm, yet it conveyed absolute approval. "Tonight, I'll take you to raze Chongyang Palace to the ground."

Yang Guo hastily wiped the blood off his face and leaped to his feet.

He drew his long sword from his waist and stood directly behind Lin Yuan.

His eyes were fierce as he stared intently at the firelight that lit up the mountain path in the distance.

Lin Yuan raised his right hand and casually waved it.

Dark golden true essence emanated from his body, transforming into an invisible force that swept across the grass.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two soft sounds. The acupoints on Xiaolongnu and Ouyang Feng's bodies that had been sealed were instantly released.

Ouyang Feng let out a strange cry and sprang up from the ground.

He saw Lin Yuan's face clearly, and a trace of instinctive fear flashed in his crazed eyes.

The image of Lin Yuan intimidating him with his golden eyes six years ago on Peach Blossom Island was etched into the madman's subconscious. Ouyang Feng didn't react; instead, he retreated to Yang Guo's side, scratching his head and cheeks.

Little Dragon Girl used the ground to support herself as she stood up.

Her white dress was stained with grass clippings and mud. She didn't reach out to brush the clothes off, nor did she pay attention to the pool of Yin Zhiping's filthy blood on the ground.

She walked two steps in front of Lin Yuan and stopped.

The Ancient Tomb Sect has a rule that one should not kneel to Heaven, Earth, or the founder of the Quanzhen School.

Xiaolongnu bent her knees, her knees touching the ground. Her cold face showed no extra expression, yet she performed the most solemn kneeling ceremony of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

"Thank you for preserving my innocence," Xiaolongnu said in a clear, cold voice. "Thank you for the life-saving grace of transmitting the Dharma to complete the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra six years ago."

Lin Yuan accepted the bow without hesitation.

"Get up. It's just a transaction." Lin Yuan's gaze went past Xiaolongnu's shoulder and towards the entrance to the back mountain.

The torchlight tore through the night.

The sound of rapid footsteps shook the ground.

Hundreds of Quanzhen Taoist priests, carrying torches and long swords, surged into the open space like a tide.

The three leaders were none other than Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, and Hao Datong, three of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

The firelight illuminated the mess on the ground.

Qiu Chuji's gaze instantly locked onto Yin Zhiping, who was rolling on the ground.

Yin Zhiping's Taoist robe was completely soaked with blood. He covered his lower body with both hands, his eyes rolled back, and a scream that whistled through his throat escaped his throat.

The dantian and qi sea collapsed, and the true qi dissipated.

Qiu Chuji's eyes were wide with rage.

This is his most prized disciple, the third-generation successor to the Quanzhen Sect.

"Zhiping!" Qiu Chuji roared and rushed forward to check on his injuries.

The moment Qiu Chuji's fingers touched Yin Zhiping's pulse, his face turned deathly pale.

His meridians were severed, his manhood was destroyed, and he lost all his martial arts skills. He was utterly reduced to a pile of mud.

Qiu Chuji suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Lin Yuan, who stood with his hands behind his back.

"You scoundrel! Six years ago you stirred up trouble in my Quanzhen Sect, and today you dare to destroy the very foundation of Quanzhen!"

Qiu Chuji drew his long sword, the tip pointing directly at Lin Yuan's throat, his voice trembling with extreme anger.

Lin Yuan remained expressionless.

"He asked for it." Lin Yuan said coldly.

"Arrogant!" Hao Datong roared, drawing his sword. "You killed my Quanzhen disciples! Today, you will pay for this in blood!"

Qiu Chuji raised his longsword and sternly ordered, "All disciples of Quanzhen, heed my command! Form the Heavenly Dipper Formation!"

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Hundreds of elite Quanzhen disciples quickly dispersed. The sound of longswords being drawn echoed throughout the room.

In the firelight, the sword blade reflected a chilling gleam.

Over the course of six years, the Quanzhen Sect learned from its mistakes and transformed the original seven-person Big Dipper Formation into a massive killing formation involving hundreds of people.

The formation operates, with true energy flowing continuously from beginning to end.

The air in the open space became extremely oppressive.

Hundreds of longswords pointed towards the center, their killing intent locking onto Lin Yuan.

Yang Guo gripped his longsword tightly, ready to rush forward and fight to the death.

Lin Yuan raised his hand to stop him.

"Step back."

Lin Yuan stepped forward.

He did not remove the fragment of the demon-suppressing sword from his dantian.

There's no need to use high-dimensional weapons to deal with these low-dimensional warriors.

The true essence of the "Shattered Void" realm brought back from the Tang Dynasty world suddenly erupted in his dantian.

The dark golden liquid true essence surged wildly along the meridians to his right leg.

Lin Yuan raised his right foot.

Fall.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion resounded from the back of Zhongnan Mountain.

This was not the sound of clashing internal energy, but pure physical destruction.

The moment Lin Yuan's feet touched the bluestone slab, dark golden dragon-shaped energy pierced through the ground and crashed deep into the earth.

The earth's veins in Zhongnan Mountain were forcibly severed by this force of dimensional reduction.

Localized micro-earthquakes erupted.

With Lin Yuan as the center, the ground within a radius of 100 feet undulated violently.

The hard bluestone slabs were completely pulverized, turning into a sky full of stone dust.

The soil churned up, and cracks as wide as half a foot spread wildly in all directions.

The foundation of the Big Dipper Formation collapsed instantly.

Hundreds of Quanzhen disciples lost their footing and were thrown into the air by the violently shaking ground.

This is not over yet.

A domineering dark gold aura burst forth from the ground, transforming into a visible shockwave that swept across the entire area.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Hundreds of longswords forged from fine steel shattered inch by inch the moment they came into contact with the protective energy.

Fragments of refined iron flew everywhere, embedding themselves in the surrounding tree trunks.

The qi struck the Quanzhen disciple's chest.

Hundreds of people coughed up blood as their bodies crashed into the woods behind them. The sound of bones breaking filled the air.

Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, and Hao Datong were the first to be targeted.

They desperately channeled their internal energy, attempting to parry with their swords.

The longsword shattered instantly, and the three of them were sent flying back ten feet by the shockwave, crashing heavily into the rock wall behind them.

The rock face cracked. The three people slid and fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

one move.

There were no fancy sword techniques, no complicated moves. Lin Yuan simply stepped on the ground once.

The Quanzhen Sect's strongest killing formation, formed with the combined strength of the entire sect, collapsed.

Most of the torches had gone out.

The back hill was shrouded in darkness and deathly silence. Only the painful groans of the wounded could be heard from the ground.

Lin Yuan stood still. His gray Taoist robe was spotless. A pit three zhang in diameter had appeared in the ground beneath his feet.

He walked over to Yin Zhiping.

He lifted his foot and kicked it casually.

Yin Zhiping's body rolled more than a dozen times on the ground before stopping at Qiu Chuji's feet.

Qiu Chuji clutched his chest, forcing himself to lift his head. Looking at Lin Yuan, who resembled a demon god, a severe crack appeared in his Dao heart.

The martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect are no joke in the face of this power.

"You... what kind of monster are you..." Qiu Chuji's voice trembled.

Lin Yuan looked down at him from his high vantage point.

"Monster?" Lin Yuan sneered. "You Quanzhen Sect spout nonsense about benevolence and morality, calling yourselves a prestigious and righteous sect. Look at this pile of mud beneath your feet."

Lin Yuan pointed at Yin Zhiping.

"Taking advantage of someone's sealed acupoints to attempt a lewd act. Is this the successor you've chosen to lead the Quanzhen Sect?"

This statement came out.

The hundreds of Quanzhen disciples lying on the ground were in an uproar.

Qiu Chuji was struck dumb. He stared intently at Yin Zhiping.

"Zhiping...is what he said...true?" Qiu Chuji's voice was hoarse.

Yin Zhiping was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing.

He looked at Qiu Chuji, then glanced at the expressionless Xiaolongnu in the distance. His psychological defenses completely crumbled.

He dared not refute, and could only bury his head in the soil, letting out desperate sobs.

Ironclad evidence.

Qiu Chuji's once straight back instantly hunched over. His proud reputation as a member of the Quanzhen School was shattered by his own beloved disciple.

"You wicked disciple...you wicked disciple!"

Qiu Chuji looked up to the sky and cried out in grief, his heart burning with anger, and he spat out another mouthful of black blood.

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

Wang Chuyi and Hao Datong were ashen-faced. They didn't even have the courage to look Lin Yuan and Xiaolongnu in the eye.

The Quanzhen School's Taoist principles and beliefs collapsed completely under the crushing force of absolute military might and the relentless revelation of the truth.