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

Two days later, outside Tangzhou City, Nanyang.

With Wang Jiuling's lightness skill, he could have arrived in a day and a night.

However, Wang Jiuling was worried about the other party's conspiracy, so he was not in a hurry to travel. He rested well and made sure he was full of energy.

After searching all the way, we arrived at Tingzhu Garden.

The area outside Tingzhu Garden was guarded by Mongol soldiers, clearly indicating that the visitors were up to no good.

Wang Jiuling wasn't afraid; he stepped forward and revealed his identity.

"Please come in, Master! My master has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Upon hearing Wang Jiuling's name, the guards immediately and respectfully led the way for him.

This Tingzhu Garden is quite large and has beautiful scenery, but it is entirely guarded by Mongol soldiers.

Wang Jiuling was first taken to a room to rest and have tea.

Soon, Wang Jiuling heard footsteps outside the door.

Then came a young man's voice, deliberately speaking Mandarin. "You haven't been disrespectful to the real people, have you?"

Then the door opened, and a man in his late twenties led his entourage in. He was dressed in the magnificent clothing typical of Mongolians, and his refined demeanor was tempered with a sharp edge.

Wang Jiuling also stood up.

The two men sized each other up, and the man was the first to bow and speak.

"I've long heard of Master Qingyang's great name, and seeing him today, I can confirm his extraordinary bearing!"

His tone was gentle, yet it carried an air of sharp dominance.

He is clearly no ordinary person.

One shouldn't hit a smiling face, so Wang Jiuling also bowed.

"You flatter me! Surely it was you who delivered the message to me?"

The man nodded. "It is indeed Xiao Wang!"

"Let me introduce myself, Xiao Wang. My name is Borjigin Kublai Khan!"

Wang Jiuling narrowed his eyes, somewhat surprised.

It was Kublai Khan?

At this time, Kublai Khan was not yet the Great Khan of the Mongols; he was just a prince.

"So you're Prince Kublai Khan! My apologies!"

Wang Jiuling cupped his hands, and although his expression was not exactly respectful, it was not impolite.

Kublai Khan nodded.

"Prince Kublai Khan, I wonder how my fellow disciples are doing?" Wang Jiuling went straight to the point.

Kublai Khan, however, shook his head with a smile.

"Rest assured, Master Lu and the others are doing very well. I have already ordered a banquet to be prepared, and you will see them there later!"

"Guards! Bring the real person to the table!" Kublai Khan summoned his subordinates.

"The real person goes first, Xiao Wang goes to change his clothes."

Watching Kublai Khan's departing figure, Wang Jiuling took a deep breath, thinking to himself that he could only wait and see what tricks Kublai Khan was up to.

Soon they arrived at the banquet venue.

Wang Jiuling didn't see Lu Qingdu and the others, but he did see several familiar faces.

Yin Kexi, Xiao Xiangzi.

A burly man was sitting next to them.

Moreover, there were also some people dressed as Han Chinese sitting in the guest seats.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

When Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi saw Wang Jiuling, their expressions changed.

Kublai Khan just said that an important guest was coming, but unexpectedly it was Wang Jiuling who came.

They suffered a crushing defeat, and Nemo Star failed to keep up with them, only to later find out that he had been left behind in front of Chongyang Palace.

"You stinky Taoist priest! What are you doing here?!"

Xiao Xiangzi stood up and pointed at Wang Jiuling, while Yin Kexi also looked displeased.

If this were anywhere else, Wang Jiuling would have drawn his sword by now.

But he came today to demand the person back, and since he hadn't seen the person, he couldn't make a scene, nor could he lose face, so he spoke:

"Who do we have here? It turns out to be those two cowardly cowards who were beaten and fled in terror by my Quanzhen Sect in front of Chongyang Palace that day."

Just from this one sentence, Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi's expressions changed drastically.

That stinky Taoist priest has such a venomous tongue! Why does he always have to reopen old wounds?

"You bastard! You're asking for death!" Xiao Xiangzi's face flushed red, and he was about to make a move.

The man beside them stepped forward.

"Gentlemen, what kind of conflict can't be discussed sitting down?"

"This is a banquet for Prince Kublai Khan, are you really going to fight?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xiangzi and the other two could only suppress their anger and glare at Wang Jiuling through gritted teeth.

The burly man just now smiled and looked at Wang Jiuling.

"Taoist priest, my name is Ma Guangzuo. What's your name?"

The man meant no harm, and Wang Jiuling cupped his hands in greeting. "This humble Taoist is Wang Jiuling, a disciple of the Quanzhen School!"

Wang Jiuling nodded and looked around.

The seating arrangement for guests is also carefully considered. The highest seat is almost the same height as the host's seat, while the lower seats are smaller and lower.

Wang Jiuling thought to himself that he couldn't let down the reputation of Quanzhen when he was away from home.

So they immediately focused their attention on the guest seat closest to the host's seat.

Xiao Xiangzi was sitting there.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, Wang Jiuling strode up to Xiao Xiangzi.

"What are you doing!?"

Xiao Xiangzi was furious.

Wang Jiuling pointed to the table in front of him, his tone calm. "Go sit in the back, this humble Taoist will sit here."

Crack!

Xiao Xiangzi crushed the teacup in his hand and stood up. "You stinking Taoist! You think I wouldn't dare touch you?"

He grabbed the corner of the table, as if he was about to flip it over.

Snapped!

The next second, Wang Jiuling's right hand also rested on the other corner of the table. Xiao Xiangzi felt a tremendous force coming from him, making it impossible for him to move the table.

The two were now locked in a fierce competition, separated by a table.

Xiao Xiangzi used his internal energy to push the table towards Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling was equally fortunate; his Taoist robe fluttered without wind, yet his slender, white fingers steadily pushed the table, preventing it from moving an inch.

creak!

This table, made of fine wood, was now creaking.

However, the two of them used their internal energy to protect the table and controlled their strength, so the table did not fall apart.

Om-!

The tea set on the table vibrated from the force of their breath.

Everyone present couldn't help but stand up, craning their necks and watching this scene with bated breath.

Soon, the gap appeared.

Xiao Xiangzi's hair flew wildly across his forehead, the veins on his hands bulged, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Wang Jiuling, however, remained as steady as a mountain, his expression hardly changing.

In the end, Xiao Xiangzi was at a disadvantage.

With a creak, the table suddenly moved towards Xiao Xiangzi.

boom!

Xiao Xiangzi was knocked back several steps by the table, and almost fell. After being supported by Yin Kexi, he looked at Wang Jiuling with a shocked expression.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling had already pulled the table back.

He used his inner energy to carry the tea set on the table and toss it steadily onto a small table not far away.

Others followed suit and sat down behind the table, causing those around them to gasp in surprise.

"You stinking Taoist priest!!"

Xiao Xiangzi was furious and annoyed that he had suffered a loss in his internal strength contest with the Taoist priest.

He was utterly shocked.

Just then, a voice came from the doorway.

"Ahem!"

"I'm late, sorry to have kept you all waiting!"