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

Yang Guo, somewhat carefree, came over and pestered Wang Jiuling again.

"Master! That palm strike you just delivered was incredibly powerful! I felt like I was being swallowed by a giant wave; I was filled with despair and powerless to resist!"

"Master, can you teach me?"

Wang Jiuling glanced at him. "Want to learn? Listen up!"

Yang Guo's eyes lit up, and he quickly pricked up his ears, listening as Wang Jiuling slowly began to speak.

"Find peace in your body, cultivate your spirit..."

After listening to Wang Jiuling's explanation for a while, Yang Guo couldn't help but scratch his head. "Master, this doesn't seem like a palm technique?"

Wang Jiuling's expression remained calm and composed.

"This is not a palm technique. It is a method in my Taoist internal alchemy that teaches people to cultivate their character, calm their mind, and concentrate their spirit."

"You have great talent, but you are restless and impatient. Even if I teach you my martial arts, it will only harm you."

"You need to fully understand what I just told you before we talk about anything else."

Wang Jiuling did not deceive Yang Guo.

His martial arts style is too fierce and aggressive, and teaching it to Yang Guo now would not be a good thing.

"Huh?" Yang Guo pouted. "Master, please stop teasing me."

He looked up and found Wang Jiuling with a serious expression.

"Yang Guo, when have I ever lied to you?"

"Once you can understand these things, I will teach you my palm techniques if you want, and I can also teach you my sword techniques if you want."

"how?"

Yang Guo thought for a moment, then nodded. "Master! I understand!"

He did trust Wang Jiuling.

"Oh, right!" Wang Jiuling took out the letter and handed it to Yang Guo. "It was your Uncle Guo who asked me to give it to you. He misses you and wants to see you."

When Guo Jing was mentioned, Yang Guo's playful expression vanished. He took the letter, looked at it, and then looked somewhat dejected.

Wang Jiuling could tell what he was thinking at a glance.

"The reason your Uncle Guo hasn't come to see you in person is simply because he's too busy and can't get away."

"Yang Guo is the person in this world who most wants to see you do well, and he is also the person you should be closest to."

Wang Jiuling didn't say much.

The various changes in Yang Guo's feelings for Guo Jing in the original novel cannot be conveyed by Wang Jiuling in just a few words.

Some things Yang Guo had to experience for himself; he wasn't the type to change his mind based on just a few words from someone else.

Yang Guo nodded. "Master, I need to discuss this with my aunt!"

"Okay, whether you go or not, I won't force you. It's your decision!"

Yang Guo saw Wang Jiuling off and then took the letter, preparing to return to the Ancient Tomb.

What Yang Guo didn't know was that Xiaolongnü was right behind the entrance to the Ancient Tomb.

She had excellent hearing and had already heard Yang Guo and Wang Jiuling's conversation clearly.

At this moment, her expression didn't seem to change much, but deep in her eyes, there was a trace of sorrow that even she herself didn't notice.

From the time she and Yang Guo were in the Ancient Tomb together, to their practice of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra together, their feelings for each other had already changed.

But from some point onward, Xiaolongnu gradually realized that Yang Guo might never have belonged to the Ancient Tomb.

He has someone he cares about while he's away.

He often talked about his godfather, his master, and Uncle Guo.

He also said that he would return to Quanzhen Temple sooner or later.

Although Xiaolongnu was naive and ignorant of worldly affairs, she could clearly see what Yang Guo was thinking.

Hearing Yang Guo's footsteps, a hint of panic appeared in Xiaolongnu's eyes, and she inexplicably reached out and pressed the mechanism.

Yang Guo, who was outside, tried to open the door, but found that the mechanism wouldn't turn.

"Auntie! Open the door, Auntie!"

Yang Guo called out for a long time outside the door, but Xiaolongnu remained silent inside the ancient tomb.

Her feelings were complicated at that moment.

Just as Yang Guo was worried that something might have happened to Xiaolongnu, he heard Xiaolongnu's voice from behind the door.

"Guo'er! You...you should leave the Ancient Tomb!"

Yang Guo didn't react for a moment. "Aunt! What did you say?"

"Leave the ancient tomb and never come back!"

Xiaolongnu's voice trembled slightly, and Yang Guo finally understood. He frantically pounded on the stone door.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

...

More than half a month later, in Shangluo.

"Junior brother, in my opinion, isn't this enough?"

Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing were walking out of a grocery store, each carrying some items.

They set off more than two weeks ago.

Along the way, he helped out the weak and righteous, and now that he has arrived in Shangluo, he plans to buy some things to take with him.

The Heroes' Gathering is a grand event for the entire martial arts world, and the Quanzhen Sect naturally had to contribute its share.

These are all matters of etiquette.

While Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing were shopping, on another street, Lu Qingdu, Lu Wushuang, Gongsun Lüe, and other fourth-generation disciples were waiting at a teahouse.

Lu Qingdu was chatting and laughing with several junior brothers when he looked up and saw someone walk into the teahouse. He narrowed his eyes, then his eyes widened.

"Yang Guo?"

As soon as he spoke, Yang Guo saw them and was immediately taken aback.

It turns out that Xiaolongnu didn't open the door for Yang Guo that day.

Yang Guo wasn't one to wait indefinitely. After waiting outside for two days, he realized that Yang Guo might have somehow angered his aunt.

Left with no other choice, I decided to go to the Heroes' Gathering first and wait until my aunt calmed down before discussing the rest.

Once down the mountain, Yang Guo's personality destined him to travel and wander around.

I've arrived in Shangluo today.

"So it was you, you traitor who betrayed your master!"

Upon seeing Yang Guo, Lu Qingdu immediately pointed at Yang Guo's nose and cursed him, believing that Yang Guo had colluded with Ouyang Feng and ruined Wang Jiuling's reputation.

Yang Guo didn't have a good impression of him to begin with, and when the other party started cursing him upon meeting him, he realized that Yang Guo wasn't someone to be trifled with.

"Ha! Who do we have here? It's you, you traitor!"

Yang Guo has a really sharp tongue. Lu Qingdu used to be Zhao Zhijing's man, which is a stain on Lu Qingdu's reputation, and he is usually most afraid of people mentioning it.

Yang Guo, however, uttered a single sentence that struck at the very point that Lu Qingdu least wanted to hear.

"You little bastard! You're asking for it!!"

Lu Qingdu slammed his hand on the table and strode up to Yang Guo, while several fourth-generation disciples behind him quickly tried to stop him.

"Senior brother! Don't do this, senior brother! Our martial uncle forbids us from causing trouble!"

Yang Guo also had a fiery temper, and he pressed his chest against Lu Qingdu's chest.

"What? You want to fight? I haven't settled the score with you for bullying me before!"

Lu Qingdu was furious.

Just then, a crazy voice came from the side of the tea stall, along with the impatient words of the waiter.

"Get out! We don't have your son here!"

"My son! Where is my son? My son!! My son!"

Upon hearing this voice, Yang Guo could no longer care about Lu Qingdu. He turned his head and his eyes turned red.

"father!?"

A mad old beggar was being chased away by the tea stall staff. The old beggar was none other than Ouyang Feng.

Upon realizing he hadn't seen his godfather for several years, Yang Guo's eyes welled up with tears, and he rushed over to hug Ouyang Feng tightly.

Ouyang Feng was insane, but when he came to his senses and saw Yang Guo, he jumped for joy on the spot.

"Son! It's you, son! Dad has finally found you!"

"Where did you run off to, son? Waaaaah! Daddy's been looking for you so hard!"

Ouyang Feng laughed and cried at the same time, and the father and son hugged each other happily.

"Senior brother! They..."

A fourth-generation disciple saw this scene and tugged at Lu Qingdu's sleeve, but Lu Qingdu's face turned pale.

Godfather?

Yang Guo called that old beggar his godfather? Wasn't it rumored a few years ago that Yang Guo recognized Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, as his godfather?

I rely on!

Lu Qingdu's brain was about to explode.

"Shut up! This is Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison!!" Lu Qingdu quickly gave his junior brothers and sisters a meaningful look. "Go! Go now!!"

But he was too close to Yang Guo. The moment he moved, Ouyang Feng saw him. When Ouyang Feng turned around, things went wrong.

Ouyang Feng looked at Lu Qingdu's Taoist robe, his eyes flashing with confusion and reminiscence.

"you..."

"Taoist priests! I remember you! It was you who prevented me from finding my son!"

Ouyang Feng actually mistook Lu Qingdu and the others for the Seven Masters of Quanzhen and Wang Jiuling who had resisted him before.

He only recognized the Taoist robe, but not the person's face.

At this, Ouyang Feng immediately objected. "Son, step back! I'll kill these filthy Taoist priests! Aaaaaah!"

Seeing Ouyang Feng's crazed expression, Lu Qingdu was terrified.

"Run! Run!"

He quickly led his junior brothers and sisters to retreat. Yang Guo saw that the situation was not right. Although he disliked Lu Qingdu, he knew that he could not kill him because of this, otherwise he would not be able to face his master.

"Father! No!"

Yang Guo tried to stop Ouyang Feng, but Ouyang Feng ignored him and pushed him back before striking Lu Qingdu and the others with a palm.

Lu Qingdu raised his sword to parry.

Clang!

The next second, Lu Qingdu's longsword and scabbard were broken, and he was sent flying backward, smashing the table behind him.

He coughed up blood, his face contorted in pain.

The other Quanzhen disciples panicked as well.

Ouyang Feng was about to make another move, this time even using his internal force. If he landed a solid blow, Lu Qingdu would definitely be in mortal danger.

At that moment, Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing turned the corner at the street corner and immediately saw the situation at the tea stall.

Wang Jiuling's expression changed. He threw the things in his hand on the ground, stomped his feet, and activated the Golden Goose Skill.

"stop!!"