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

Wang Jiuling quickly stood up and looked behind him, only to see a figure emerging from behind the woods.

This was an old man, dressed in gray, with white hair and beard, and a withered face; he was clearly very old.

The old man's eyes seemed to gleam, his gaze fixed intently on Wang Jiuling, making Wang Jiuling's muscles tense up.

What made Wang Jiuling even more nervous was what the old man had just said.

The old man asserted that he had gone to an ancient tomb to find the Nine Yin Manual, and asked him how he knew that.

Before Wang Jiuling could say anything, the old man floated to Wang Jiuling's side like a ghost and gently placed his hand on his shoulder.

The next second, Wang Jiuling felt that he could not move.

A powerful and domineering internal force had appeared in his body and was coursing through his major acupoints.

His acupoints were instantly sealed.

The old man seemed to be strolling leisurely, and Wang Jiuling didn't even see how he made his move.

Wang Jiuling was truly astonished. Just what kind of expert was this?

This terrifying sense of oppression was felt not only by Qiu Chuji and Ma Yu, but also by others.

Even the Huang Yaoshi he met that day didn't seem as terrifying as the old man in front of him.

"Senior! I..." Wang Jiuling's mind worked quickly, and he wanted to come up with an excuse to deal with the old man's question.

But at this moment, the old man waved his hand and rolled up the things Wang Jiuling had left on the ground.

He opened it and took a look.

"It really is the Nine Yin Manual!"

The old man looked up, his gaze refocusing on Wang Jiuling, and his eyes narrowed.

"I've noticed you've been practicing breath-holding and swimming for a while now, but I still don't know what you're trying to do."

"So that's what you were planning?"

"Tell me! How do you know this? Who told you?"

The old man spoke in a calm tone, yet he possessed an irresistible quality.

Wang Jiuling closed his eyes, knowing he was in trouble.

He thought there was no one else here and that no one knew about his plans, but he never expected that they had all been seen by others.

Wang Jiuling couldn't figure out who the old man was, but he knew that the old man clearly knew a lot.

His cultivation is profound; if he were to lie, he would likely be easily exposed...

Wang Jiuling opened his eyes, his gaze becoming calmer.

"No one told me, senior! I found out on my own!"

"You're lying!" The old man's voice changed.

"The Nine Yin Manual was left in the ancient tomb and the underground river; no one else in the world knows about it. How did you find out?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiuling realized that lying was pointless, but he couldn't possibly reveal that he was a time traveler.

"I learned this in a dream, or perhaps it's a memory from a past life? I can't say for sure."

"Senior, as you yourself said, only Patriarch Chongyang knows about this matter, and there is no one else in this world who knows the truth. In that case, who can I ask to inform him?"

As Wang Jiuling spoke, he observed the old man in front of him.

The old man's words were interesting, but only Wang Chongyang knew them. How did the old man himself know so much detail?

unless...

The old man was stunned by Wang Jiuling's words, his eyes filled with disbelief.

That's impossible!

He had always lived in seclusion like this. Over the years, if anyone had approached the pool and discovered its secrets, he would have known long ago, but in fact, there were none.

This secret was indeed unknown to anyone, but the young man had a clear purpose and was well-prepared; he was aiming for the Nine Yin Manual.

How could that be? Could it be a ghost?

The old man squinted as he observed Wang Jiuling's expression, then channeled his inner energy into Wang Jiuling's body.

His heartbeat and pulse are normal, so this kid isn't lying.

Wang Jiuling was indeed not lying; it was something he knew in his previous life. At this moment, Wang Jiuling was also observing the old man's every move.

He had been living in seclusion in the Zhongnan Mountains for a very long time, and this was further explained by the old man's words.

Wang Jiuling wondered if this could be Wang Chongyang.

But didn't Wang Chongyang die a long time ago? Everyone in the world knows that. Could it be that he faked his death?

But the secret of the Nine Yin Manual could not possibly be known by anyone else in Zhongnan Mountain.

Wang Chongyang was arrogant, and he would never tell anyone that he secretly entered the ancient tomb to use the Nine Yin Manual to crack Lin Chaoying's martial arts.

Wouldn't that be embarrassing for himself? Wang Chongyang wouldn't do that.

Therefore, there is only one truth.

Having guessed this, Wang Jiuling didn't lie, nor did he say that it was some nonsense he overheard or read in a classic text.

If this person is Wang Chongyang, then such a lie is tantamount to courting death.

Let's be more direct.

Wang Jiuling made the right bet. Although the old man clearly didn't quite believe it, he didn't take any action.

"Memories of a past life?"

Wang Jiuling smiled wryly, a helpless expression on his face: "If you don't believe me, senior, I have no other choice!"

"I do know, perhaps it was in a dream, perhaps it's a strange memory. Senior insists that I say who told me, but I really can't say!"

"Perhaps it's fate?"

"Senior, are you a master from my Quanzhen Sect? I forgot to pay my respects earlier, please forgive me!"

The old man remained silent, staring at Wang Jiuling for a long time, perhaps pondering something, or perhaps reminiscing about the past.

"God willing..."

Finally, he took a deep breath, waved his hand to release Wang Jiuling's pressure points, and freed him.

Then he threw the Nine Yin Manual that Wang Jiuling had copied down to him.

"Who I am is unimportant! From this moment on, you will practice the Great Subduing Demon Fist Technique here! You are not allowed to leave unless I tell you to!"

Although he didn't know the old man's purpose, Wang Jiuling naturally dared not say no.

With the old man's permission, he ate some dry rations and then began practicing the Great Subduing Demon Fist under the moonlight.

The reason this boxing style is so exquisite is that it not only has moves, but also many ways of channeling energy.

Wang Jiuling initially didn't understand.

But he soon discovered the methods of cultivating qi recorded in the ancient tomb, and tried to integrate them, and surprisingly, he quickly overcame the first difficulty.

By the time dawn broke, he was already able to perform the first two forms of the fist technique quite well.

This Great Subduing Demon Fist is incredibly fierce and powerful, with a strong killing aura.

When Wang Jiuling used it at this moment, it was as if he were using force to suppress evil spirits.

The old man just watched, neither stopping him nor offering any advice.

He was still thinking about Wang Jiuling's words.

Fate? Memories of a past life? Does such a thing really exist? Otherwise, there's no way to explain it...

When he looked at Wang Jiuling again, he found that Wang Jiuling had already mastered the Great Subduing Demon Fist.

A flicker of surprise crossed the old man's eyes, and then he spoke:

"Okay, stop!"

He pointed in the direction he left. "Go back and rest! I want to see you here again before dark tomorrow night!"

"You don't need to know why. Just remember, don't tell the Quanzhen Sect about this, and don't even think about not coming, otherwise..."

As the old man spoke, he gently placed his hand on the tree next to him, without making any other movements.

With a cracking sound, the tree burst open.

Wang Jiuling's brow twitched as he watched.

He wanted to ask the old man what he wanted to do, but he didn't dare. He could only bow to the old man and then quickly leave.