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

As Wang Jiuling watched the figure disappear into the crowd, he hurriedly followed.

We quickly crossed a street and arrived at the bustling city center.

Cheng Ying followed closely behind.

In his haste, Wang Jiuling accidentally bumped into several passersby and was pointed at and gossiped about.

The figure was blending into the crowd and was difficult to see clearly.

"Master, would you like to buy some sandalwood? It smells wonderful!"

An eleven or twelve-year-old boy blocked Wang Jiuling's way, holding a sandalwood box in his hands and extending a small piece of sandalwood to Wang Jiuling.

"Taoist priest, would you like to smell it?"

"I'm not buying!"

The aroma was irresistible, but Wang Jiuling paid no attention to the child and continued chasing after him.

At that moment, Cheng Ying followed behind.

Turning a corner on the street, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, where there were fewer people, Wang Jiuling stopped in his tracks.

Because the person has disappeared.

Just around the corner, the person was gone. Wang Jiuling stood there, looking left and right, but the street in front of him was wide open and he could see the person clearly at a glance.

"Brother Wang!"

Cheng Ying caught up with them.

"Yingmei, did you see an old man just now...?"

Wang Jiuling described Wang Chongyang's appearance to Cheng Ying, but Cheng Ying shook her head.

"I only followed Brother Wang because I saw he was in a hurry. Could it be that Brother Wang has encountered an enemy or a nemesis?"

Seeing Cheng Ying's wary expression, Wang Jiuling came to his senses and suddenly realized that his Nine Yang Protective Qi had started circulating at some point.

A tingling sensation began to emanate from the major acupoints throughout my body; this was the Nine Yang Divine Skill detoxifying itself.

With the scent of sandalwood still lingering in his nostrils, Wang Jiuling immediately turned around, his eyes narrowing.

"I've been poisoned! That kid selling sandalwood is suspicious!"

Cheng Ying immediately grabbed Wang Jiuling's wrist and felt his pulse, but Wang Jiuling shook his head.

"I'm fine, this little bit of poison won't hurt me. I need to find him first!"

Cheng Ying felt relieved when she sensed that Wang Jiuling's pulse was steady.

"I remember him going that way!"

Cheng Ying pointed out a direction to Wang Jiuling, and the two hurriedly followed.

Behind a small stall, the child squatted down, peering curiously at Wang Jiuling's location.

Upon seeing Wang Jiuling return, he quickly shrank back.

After a while, they found that the sunlight overhead was blocked.

When he looked up again, he found Wang Jiuling looking down at him, and he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

"You! How come you're alright?"

The child was surprised to see that Wang Jiuling was completely unharmed, but quickly realized that he had let something slip and covered his mouth.

"Why did you poison me?"

Wang Jiuling's tone was cold. It was because of this child that he was a little slow in finding Patriarch Chongyang.

He has reason to suspect that this is not a coincidence.

The child shook his head frantically.

"Hmph! Still won't admit it?" Wang Jiuling reached out to take the sandalwood box from his arms.

Unexpectedly, the child suddenly threw up a handful of lime powder and then turned and ran away.

Wang Jiuling waved his sleeve, scattering the lime powder, and Cheng Ying directly stood in front of the child.

Wang Jiuling strode over and grabbed the child's shoulder.

"Someone's being hit! Someone's being hit!"

"Help! The Taoist priest is hitting someone!"

Knowing he couldn't escape, the child threw a tantrum, rolling on the ground and wailing incessantly, which immediately attracted a crowd of passersby.

"Hey, you Taoist priest, how can you bully a child?"

"Exactly! You look like a decent person, but I didn't expect you to be so ruthless in the street!"

Passersby pointed and whispered, all criticizing Wang Jiuling.

This place is near Dasheng Pass and is currently under the jurisdiction of the Song Dynasty. At this moment, patrolling constables also rushed over.

"What are you doing? What are you doing huddled together like this?"

Seeing that there were many people around, the child felt even more emboldened and even a little smug.

He put on a pitiful expression.

"Help! Help!"

The two constables were about to step forward.

Unexpectedly, after exchanging a glance, Wang Jiuling and Cheng Ying remained completely calm.

He turned to look at the crowd and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Greetings, everyone! And also, two captains!"

"I am Wang Jiuling of the Quanzhen School of Zhongnan Mountain, with the Taoist name Qingyangzi!" He pointed to the child.

"Just now on the street, this child used the poison he was carrying to ambush me. I had no choice but to intervene!"

"I didn't mean to deceive him!"

When Wang Jiuling spoke, the crowd looked at each other in surprise, many of them quite astonished.

"Master Qingyang? The Daoist priest is Master Qingyang?"

Wang Jiuling smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

"I dare not accept such praise; it is indeed I, this humble Taoist priest!"

At this moment, some martial arts practitioners who were passing by recognized Wang Jiuling and stepped forward to pay their respects.

Suddenly, everyone's attitude changed.

Master Qingyang was no nobody. He was a chivalrous and righteous man who eliminated Li Mochou, ventured into Mongol territory, and often traveled around with his disciples, winning people over with his virtue.

Countless evildoers have been punished by him.

Such a heroic figure would never bully a child in the street.

The two constables exchanged a glance, each reading the same message from the other's eyes:

The credit has come knocking.

Since it was Qingyang Zhenren who captured them, they must not be good people. If they just lend a hand, they will be doing a good deed in broad daylight.

They immediately stepped forward.

"Please tell us, sir, how this petty thief has harmed you. We will certainly handle this matter impartially!"

Wang Jiuling looked at the box in the child's arms.

"The sandalwood in this box is unusual; just now he..."

After Wang Jiuling explained the whole story, the two constables stepped forward and took the sandalwood box from the child's arms.

"Tell me! What kind of poisonous creature is this?"

The child was completely bewildered.

He never expected that his tantrum would be resolved with just a few words from the other person.

Seeing that the onlookers had all dispersed, he immediately begged for mercy.

"I was wrong! Please let me go!"

"This isn't mine! It's not poison! I haven't harmed anyone!"

Just as the constable was about to lose his temper, Wang Jiuling asked him to calm down and looked at the foreign child.

"Explain yourself clearly!"

Wang Jiuling's flowing inner energy caused his robes to billow, frightening the child, who then revealed everything.

It turns out he stole the sandalwood.

"I was a beggar in the city. A few days ago, I was resting in a dilapidated temple outside the city when someone broke in at night. It seemed that they were just passing by and taking a break."

"It was cold, so I hid in the tangled hay, and those people didn't notice me."

"Those were five or six Tibetan monks, dressed in strange clothes."

"And he was with an old man."

As he spoke, the child shrank back and pointed to the box.

"These are theirs!"

"That old man was strange, as if he was out of his mind. Every time he went crazy, the Tibetan monks would give him some sandalwood to smell."

Then he stopped moving and listened to the Tibetan monks.

"I secretly suspect that this sandalwood might have a bewitching effect, like the sleeping potion that storytellers talk about."

"I just found it strange at first, but then I realized that the monks had left the dilapidated temple to do something, leaving only one monk to watch over the old man, and the sandalwood was left on the ground."

"I thought these were really good things, so I... I took advantage of the monk who was on duty taking a nap and stole one of the boxes..."

The child's voice grew softer and softer.

He realized the effect of the sandalwood and thus began to have designs on it.

After stealing the sandalwood, he went around swindling people.

If you see someone on the street who looks wealthy, run up to them and let them smell the sandalwood.

Upon smelling it, people immediately become dizzy and disoriented, remaining so for at least an hour, and some may even remain so for two or three hours.

Whenever someone faints, the child runs up to them and pulls them to a secluded place.

The person seemed to be both dreaming and awake; they could walk but couldn't speak.

The child then took all the valuables from the person.

When the person regained consciousness, they knew nothing.

These past two days, thanks to the sandalwood incense, he has been eating and drinking to his heart's content, and he has even changed into some of his finest clothes.