The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

A tranquil place on the western peak of Zhongnan Mountain.

The young man in the blue robe stood tall, his hands behind his back, looking down at the scenery below the mountain.

He gazed intently towards the back mountain, where the ancient tomb was located.

This boy, though only twelve or thirteen years old, was tall and straight, with a handsome face and a calm demeanor.

He is a traveler.

He was only eight or nine years old when he transmigrated. He was almost beaten to death, but was saved by Wang Chuyi, who was traveling down the mountain. He was then named Wang Jiuling.

From that day on, Wang Jiuling followed Wang Chuyi back to Zhongnan Mountain.

Wang Chuyi taking on disciples was no small matter in Zhongnan Mountain.

After all, the youngest of the other three generations of disciples was over twenty years old, but suddenly there was a teenager.

This has naturally aroused the curiosity and even dissatisfaction of many people.

But Wang Jiuling lived up to expectations. He practiced hard in his first year and began learning real kung fu from Wang Chuyi in his second year.

It's fine if you don't learn it, but once you do, it startled Director Wang.

There's no other reason than that Wang Jiuling was exceptionally perceptive.

Even the fastest among the other three generations of disciples, it would take nearly a year to truly master the basic foundation-building mental cultivation method, "The Song of the Great Dao."

But Wang Jiuling only took less than three months.

Three months later, Wang Jiuling had already completed the full cycle of Qi circulation and learned the Quanzhen Sword Technique, among other things.

She started learning martial arts from scratch and quickly secured her position as a third-generation disciple.

It really surprised everyone else.

Little did they know that Wang Jiuling, having lived two lives and with his souls merged, possessed a level of comprehension that was naturally unmatched by ordinary people.

However, as a time traveler, Wang Jiuling was naturally not satisfied with the Quanzhen martial arts.

When he first started learning the martial arts, he wanted to find the Nine Yin Manual, but unfortunately, his status was not high enough and he could not go to the back mountain without permission. In addition, Wang Jiuling could not swim, so he could not do it.

Now that he has achieved some success in martial arts, he has more freedom in Quanzhen. For example, he can now go to this remote place to cultivate on his own.

Reaching the stream, Wang Jiuling tested his breath-holding skills again and felt that it was enough for him to use the underground river to enter the ancient tomb.

Just then, a shout came from behind.

"Uncle-Master! Uncle-Master!"

Wang Jiuling opened his eyes and got up, only to find that he was a fourth-generation disciple.

He came running over, panting.

"Uncle-Master! I've finally found you! My Grandmaster Uncle-Master sent me to fetch you back!"

The master-uncle mentioned by this disciple is Wang Chuyi, the master of Wang Jiuling.

"Okay! I understand!"

Wang Jiuling usually liked to cultivate here, and Wang Chuyi knew this. Unless it was something important, Wang Chuyi would not send anyone to disturb him.

Wang Jiuling immediately went back to see Wang Chuyi.

"Ahem!"

As soon as he entered, Wang Jiuling heard Wang Chuyi coughing and the wailing of his senior brother, Zhao Zhijing, Wang Chuyi's eldest disciple.

"Master! Your severe injuries pain my heart!"

Zhao Zhijing cried so hard.

This guy is no good. Although he is the most skilled in martial arts among the third-generation disciples, he is narrow-minded and vindictive.

Wang Chuyi, who had been hanging his head, seemed to regain some color in his pale face when he heard that Wang Jiuling had arrived.

"Jiuling is here..."

His gentle voice made Zhao Zhijing turn around with red eyes. When he saw it was Wang Jiuling, he felt an instinctive jealousy and retorted sharply.

"Junior brother! You've been hard to find! Master is seriously injured, and you've disappeared without a trace!"

Wang Jiuling glanced at him sideways, ignored him, and quickly walked to Wang Chuyi's side.

Wang Chuyi appeared weak and pale, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Chuyi saved Wang Jiuling's life and was also his mentor. Over the years, he treated Wang Jiuling like his own son. To Wang Jiuling, Wang Chuyi was no different from his father.

Wang Jiuling was startled, then looked at Zhao Zhijing.

"Master! You...Senior Brother! What exactly happened?"

Wang Chuyi smiled and waved his hand.

"Jiuling! I'm fine, it's just that I ran into a little trouble while practicing!"

Although he said that, Wang Jiuling, who knew his master well, knew that it wasn't that simple.

Sure enough, the next second, Director Wang looked at Zhao Zhijing, who was crying to the side, and then told Zhao Zhijing to go out first.

Zhao Zhijing was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth to powder.

This young junior brother almost stole all of his master's favor.

But he dared not disobey, so he could only glare at Wang Jiuling in secret before bowing and leaving.

As soon as Zhao Zhijing left, Wang Chuyi could no longer hold back and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Jiuling immediately realized that there was more to his master's injury than met the eye, and was about to call for help, but was stopped by Wang Chuyi.

Only then did Wang Chuyi reveal the truth.

He did indeed have a problem with his training, but the problem wasn't as simple as he had made it out to Zhao Zhijing.

The reason was that he practiced martial arts with the other members of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

When deducing the Big Dipper Formation, a mistake occurred. In addition, Wang Chuyi had an old injury, which made his state of mind unstable. He broke a taboo, and his internal energy flowed back, damaging his heart and lungs.

When they practice together, their internal energy becomes so immense and dangerous that it far surpasses what they usually experience, resulting in extremely severe injuries.

This is where the "medicinal catalyst" comes in: since the injury was caused by trivial matters in one's mind, it is necessary to remove these distracting thoughts while treating the injury, which means resolving the trivial matters.

If these worries are not resolved, further trouble may arise.

"My master is chivalrous, loyal, and righteous, but he tends to keep things to himself..." Wang Jiuling sighed inwardly.

The matter of Wang Chuyi's serious injury was not suitable to be publicized, so only Wang Jiuling was sent.

Wang Jiuling was given 100 days to return to Zhongnan Mountain.

"Jiuling, this time my injury might not be enough to make it through..."

"Given your senior brother's character, this matter cannot be told to him. Besides, he is the head of the third generation and needs to protect Zhongnan Mountain. I need you to go down the mountain and do a few things for me!"

"Jiuling! This concerns my enlightenment in cultivation, and it's crucial for healing my injuries. Go and help me resolve this, and return within a hundred days to report back. This is of utmost importance..."

Only then did Wang Jiuling realize that what seemed like a few unrelated matters were actually related to Wang Chuyi's cultivation.

Those who cultivate themselves should strive for a clear and unobstructed mind; having knots in their hearts can sometimes hinder their practice.

Seeing his master's anxious expression, Wang Jiuling thought to himself: It seems that the search for the Nine Yin Manual will have to be delayed for a while.

After all, Master's injury is more important.

"Master, rest assured! Your disciple will fulfill your instructions! Please take care of yourself and wait for your return!"

Wang Chu nodded slightly, and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Jiuling quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of Wang Chuyi's mouth. Looking at the worried face of the young man in front of him, Wang Chuyi couldn't help but feel gratified.

The reason he trusted this child so much was because he could feel that the other person was truly treating him like a father.

This made him feel more at ease than the master-disciple relationship he had with his other disciples.

"I'm fine, please go quickly!"

"Yes! Take care, Master!"

Wang Jiuling was not one to dawdle; having agreed to Wang Chuyi's request, he immediately left to prepare to descend the mountain.

Outside the door, Zhao Zhijing could tell from Wang Jiuling's expression that his master had given him instructions.

"Junior brother! Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Where are you going?"

Faced with Zhao Zhijing's question, Wang Jiuling simply bowed.

"Junior brother needs to go down the mountain to take care of some things!"

After saying that, he left, which made Zhao Zhijing so angry that his face turned red.

"You little bastard! You really have your master's trust, huh? Now you don't even respect me! Just you wait!"