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

"Chief Huang!"

Wang Jiuling was worried when he saw that Huang Rong was injured.

Huang Rong, riding her horse, remained calm. "It's alright! Let's go!"

The three quickly disappeared on the official road, and the Mongol soldiers behind them, having lost their cavalry, could no longer give chase for the time being.

The centurion walked to the cavalryman's corpse and looked at the longsword with its blunt blade stuck in the ground, which had been knocked away by Xiao Xiangzi.

He couldn't help but sigh. "What a powerful Taoist priest!"

Inside Tingzhu Garden.

"You are all the most elite soldiers of my great Mongol Empire!"

"A team of a hundred men, with many experts assisting them, was stopped by a mere martial arts practitioner. They couldn't defeat him and suffered such heavy losses?"

"You still have the nerve to come back? Go and accept your punishment!"

Even with Kublai Khan's excellent self-control, he couldn't help but curse at this moment.

Kublai Khan picked up the longsword left by Wang Jiuling and pointed it at the centurion.

The centurion knelt down, listening to Kublai Khan's angry curses, but offered no explanation, only bowing his head.

"Your Highness, that Taoist priest is truly..."

Beside him, Xiao Xiangzi looked embarrassed. He had only spoken half a sentence when Kublai Khan's sharp gaze swept over him, making him shut up.

"In my opinion, I should reconsider the position of Protector of the Nation of Mongolia!"

Kublai Khan looked down at the long sword in his hand, recalling Wang Jiuling's spirited appearance on the arena.

"I will keep this sword. Sooner or later, I will make you serve my Great Mongol Empire!"

After saying this, Kublai Khan took Wang Jiuling's sword, turned and left, leaving behind only Xiao Xiangzi with a flushed face.

Oh no! Not only did I fail to please Kublai Khan this time, but my incompetence also caused him to lose face...

The greatest warrior of Mongolia, the guardian mage of the nation?

I'm afraid I'm getting further and further away from him...

Tanghe Riverbank.

Lu Qingdu and Guo Fu finally saw Huang Rong, and then they saw that Wang Jiuling had also returned safely.

They all breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Huang Rong's arm was injured, which made Guo Fu so anxious that she burst into tears.

The group boarded the passenger ship and headed towards Xiangyang.

Inside the cabin, Huang Rong had already bandaged her arm. Fortunately, it was just a superficial injury. Guo Fu huddled tightly in Huang Rong's arms, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles in Huang Rong's clothes.

"Master Wang, Fu'er has caused you trouble."

Huang Rong looked at her daughter in her arms and spoke softly.

The reason she arrived was because she discovered that Guo Fu was missing. The clever Huang Rong immediately guessed what Guo Fu was up to, which is why she rushed over by water.

Then they encountered Lu Qingdu and others who were fleeing for their lives, and that's when they went to rescue Wang Jiuling.

"Chief Huang, you flatter me. You saved me today and were even injured in the process. I should be thanking you."

Wang Jiuling smiled and Huang Rong smiled back. Neither of them said anything more, after all, they were not outsiders.

Huang Rong couldn't help but recall the scene she had witnessed back then.

Wang Jiuling stood there alone, surrounded by the corpses of Mongol soldiers and the fallen warhorses...

At this time, Wang Jiuling's internal energy had recovered considerably, but the meridians in his arms were still somewhat sore and swollen.

Lu Qingdu felt somewhat guilty. Wang Jiuling had entrusted him with taking the person back, but his martial arts skills were so weak that he couldn't even protect himself.

He watched Wang Jiuling walk toward the bow of the boat and sighed inwardly:

Even if you want to curry favor with your senior martial uncle, you still have to have the ability yourself...

Wang Jiuling sat down at the bow of the boat and first looked in the direction of Nanyang. He remembered Kublai Khan's move.

He then looked down at the Tang River below the boat and fell into deep thought.

Wang Jiuling stretched out his palm, circulated his inner energy, and created a gentle breeze that hit the water's surface, causing it to swirl.

"Conserve seven parts of your strength and exert only three parts."

"As soon as the force is released, the true energy moves again in an instant, forming the second level, releasing another three-tenths of the force..."

He reached out and grabbed at the breeze in front of him.

"The first layer of force is like the water of a river, dense and heavy, but ultimately powerless and without any order."

"The second layer of force is like a gale; the gale is fierce and resilient, but it lacks some of the weight and depth."

"But if a strong wind whips up waves, the different palm strikes complement each other, and the effect is immediate."

"And the third layer of power truly gave the raging wind and waves form, merging them into one, making them incomparably powerful."

A smile appeared on Wang Jiuling's face.

"Three layers of force stacked like waves, three layers of force concealing the wind, three layers of force containing intent."

How about we call it... Hidden Wind and Overlapping Waves Palm from now on!

Wang Jiuling stood up, took a deep breath, and sighed that martial arts really is a process of accumulation.

He learned Quanzhen martial arts, which solidified his foundation, made his palm strikes powerful, and made him upright and honorable.

Having learned the Nine Yin Manual, he also gained resilience in his palm strikes.

Having learned Iron Palm Kung Fu, one acquires this exquisite technique of layered force exertion.

What may seem like a sudden epiphany is actually the culmination of years of hard work and accumulated knowledge.

After repeatedly trying to make contact with the water with the bow of the boat, Wang Jiuling frowned slightly.

"My palm technique only has one move, but it's currently very difficult to control precisely because too much of my true energy is dissipating."

"If I were to use it without reservation, it would be powerful, but even my small-scale Nine Yang Divine Skill's true energy reserves wouldn't be enough to sustain it, and I would have to use up most of them."

This palm technique clearly has room for improvement.

Wang Jiuling was thinking that if he wanted to use it like he did today while avoiding such consumption, he should either find a way to improve his control and reduce the dissipation of his true energy.

Either you wait until you master the Nine Yang Divine Skill, then your true energy will be inexhaustible.

Several days passed during Wang Jiuling's cultivation.

They had already returned to Xiangyang.

In the backyard of the Guo residence, in a small sand field.

At this moment, sand and stones are flying everywhere, and the sound of dragons roaring can be heard from a great distance.

In contrast, there was the sound of gusts of wind whipping up waves, like muffled thunder.

In mid-air, Wang Jiuling struck out with his palm, and Guo Jing on the opposite side retaliated in kind.

One is the Hidden Wind and Overlapping Waves Palm, and the other is the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

After Wang Jiuling returned, Guo Jing chatted with him and heard that he had gained some insights. So Guo Jing pulled him aside to practice, saying he wanted to help him.

Guo Jing asked Wang Jiuling to strike him with his palm, but he responded with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to experience Wang Jiuling's palm technique.

The two landed, and Guo Jing circulated his qi to calm his blood and qi, while Wang Jiuling also stabilized his true qi, making his complexion rosier.

"Junior brother! Your palm technique is truly exquisite!"

Guo Jing savored the power of Wang Jiuling's palm strike just now and couldn't help but sigh.

At first, it felt like heavy seawater was crashing against his face. Before he could react, a palm strike, like a whirlwind carrying the force of seawater, came in.

Until the third layer of force, Guo Jing felt as if he were surrounded by a monstrous wave, with no way to escape.

Even he had to be careful.

Wang Jiuling said with a smile.

"It still can't compare to Senior Brother's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

Guo Jing walked over and reached out his palm to help Wang Jiuling calm his blood and qi, shaking his head as he did so.

"Junior brother, your palm technique and power are probably no less than the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."

Guo Jing was genuinely impressed.

"However, when you strike, you lose too much energy! I think this must be related to the martial arts you practice!"

Wang Jiuling nodded.

He had greatly improved the problem of the Nine Yang Divine Skill leaking energy by relying on the general principles of the Nine Yin Manual.

However, his palm technique was simply too forceful.

When used, it almost opens up all the major acupoints on the body.

The two sat down facing each other, with tea laid out in front of them. Guo Jing looked at Wang Jiuling in front of him and couldn't help but admire him.

Wang Jiuling single-handedly stormed the enemy camp to rescue people, which made Guo Jing truly see the shadow of a future grandmaster in him.

This is not just a matter of skill level.

Guo Jing thought: If Guo'er could be like this in the future, how wonderful that would be?

Guo Jing has been called stupid by many people throughout his life, but was Guo Jing really stupid? He was just too honest and too reliable in his work.

Being down-to-earth and patient—isn't that a kind of talent?

At that moment, he smiled and looked at Wang Jiuling.

"Junior brother, your cultivation is progressing too fast. Sometimes, that's not a good thing!"

He casually caught a fallen leaf and tossed it into his teacup.

The lower part of the fallen leaf was attached to the water's surface, but the upper part remained dry.

"Junior brother, could you pick up this leaf without getting water on the top?"