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

The Quanzhen School has been quite lively these past few days.

With the annual year-end competition approaching, all third- and fourth-generation disciples are preparing for it.

The Quanzhen School places great importance on seniority, but if seniority alone is used to determine status, then it is not the case.

Skill level and moral character are also important factors.

Just like Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing, although Zhao Zhijing's martial arts skills were those of a third-generation disciple, surpassing Zhen Zhibing's, his reputation wasn't much better than Zhen Zhibing's.

Wang Jiuling entered the sect late, but he had already cultivated internal strength, combining internal and external cultivation, and thus established himself firmly among the three generations.

In short, this year-end competition is an opportunity to test the disciples. Once they stand out, their future status will surely be elevated.

Originally, this task was arranged by Wang Chuyi, but due to his injury, Da Tou's task was handed over to Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing.

It's not unreasonable to say that Zhao Zhijing was the best in three generations.

Inside the main hall, Zhen Zhibing frowned as he looked at the list in his hand.

"Senior brother, is it inappropriate to assign Junior Brother Jiuling to this group?"

"Although the year-end competition is mainly about competition, it also needs to give all the junior brothers a chance to practice in real combat. This group is full of junior brothers like Zhilin and Zhifang..."

"Jiuling is still young, and his cultivation level is far behind theirs, so he probably won't get a chance to train."

Regardless of whether Zhen Zhibing is a hypocrite or not, he does have some character.

When it came to the disciples' competition, which required grouping, he noticed that Zhao Zhijing's grouping of Wang Jiuling was inappropriate and naturally raised the issue.

Zhao Zhijing shook his head with a smile.

"Junior brother, you may not know this, but since Junior Brother Jiuling returned from his last trip down the mountain, I've noticed his martial arts have improved considerably!"

"Besides, he's exceptionally talented. If he's only paired with opponents of similar skill levels, wouldn't that be burying his talent?"

"I'm doing this for his own good!"

Zhen Zhibing wanted to say something more, but firstly, he was only responsible for overall coordination, while Zhao Zhijing was in charge of the small matter of grouping. As the senior brother, he couldn't refuse to give him face.

Secondly, Wang Jiuling was, after all, Wang Chuyi's disciple and Zhao Zhijing's junior brother, so he couldn't interfere too much.

So he nodded.

"Alright! But we still need to tell them to try to be more accommodating to Jiuling!"

As Zhao Zhijing agreed, a wicked smile crept across his face, while he cursed inwardly:

Heh, you're going to let me have my way? I've been waiting for this day for ages!

He turned around and found a third-generation disciple who was in the same group as Wang Jiuling.

This is Zhang Zhilin, a disciple of Liu Chuxuan, and he is one of the best among the three generations of disciples.

On the deserted mountain peak, Zhang Zhilin looked at Zhao Zhijing with a very bad expression.

"Senior brother, what exactly do you want?"

Zhao Zhijing's face was full of a gloomy smile.

"My good junior brother, when I face Wang Jiuling in tomorrow's martial arts competition, I will strike hard!"

"At least that little bastard Wang Jiuling should be bedridden for a month! Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhang Zhilin gritted his teeth. "Senior brother! The year-end competition isn't a life-or-death battle. Quanzhen strictly forbids infighting among fellow disciples; violators will be severely punished! If I were to make a move, I..."

"Junior brother!" But before he could finish speaking, Zhao Zhijing interrupted him.

Zhao Zhijing's smile remained, but his eyes turned dangerous, and his tone was full of sarcasm:

"Are you so afraid of being punished for fighting among your fellow disciples? Aren't you afraid that Uncle Liu and the others will find out about you keeping a woman down the mountain?"

He raised his hand and slapped Zhang Zhilin's face repeatedly.

"Have you thought this through? If you seriously injure your junior brother, at most you'll have to face the wall for half a year and get some beatings."

"But if you're caught keeping a woman, things won't be so simple! Ha... especially if she's a prostitute!"

Tsk tsk tsk! You're trying to ruin the reputation of my Quanzhen Sect!

Zhang Zhilin's face grew paler and paler.

"Senior brother! Please don't force me, senior brother!"

The smile on Zhao Zhijing's face gradually disappeared, and he helped Zhang Zhilin straighten his collar.

"Junior brother, I'll keep your secret, and I hope you can do me this small favor too. I know you can think this through!"

With that, he turned and left, leaving Zhang Zhilin with his eyes closed, his face filled with despair and helplessness.

Zhao Zhijing was not afraid of his refusal at all.

Zhang Zhilin is spineless; he doesn't dare to expose his secret.

Zhao Zhijing glanced back at Zhang Zhilin, then disappeared with a cold smile.

"Hehe...Good junior brother, I'll live off you for the rest of my life for this secret!"

The following day, the Quanzhen School's year-end competition officially began.

This competition is divided into martial arts and literary arts.

Martial arts involve disciples competing against each other, while literary arts involve sitting and discussing principles.

The first day was all about fighting.

Early in the morning, the Quanzhen Sect disciples who were participating in the small competition gathered near the training ground.

Wang Jiuling, with his imposing presence and blue Taoist robe, stood out among the group of third-generation disciples.

He was too young. Despite his tall stature and impressive demeanor, he was still just a teenager.

Judging by age, he should be considered among the fourth-generation disciples.

However, most of the third-generation disciples did not underestimate Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling had already proven his strength long ago. Although he was not the most outstanding among the third generation, he was indeed at this level.

However, Wang Jiuling felt something was off about the group he had been assigned to.

Li Zhichang, Cui Zhifang, Zhang Zhilin...

These are all the best among the third-generation disciples. Among the third-generation disciples, the first tier consists of Zhao Zhijing, then Zhen Zhibing, and finally Wang Zhitan.

The second tier consists of people like Li Zhichang, whose strength is in no way inferior to that of Hong Lingbo, whom Wang Jiuling faced back then.

Based on Wang Jiuling's previous performance in Quanzhen, he should be in the third tier and shouldn't be directly placed in this group.

At most, they were qualified to challenge these senior brothers because of their outstanding strength in the competition.

Wang Jiuling's gaze involuntarily drifted to Zhao Zhijing, who was talking to Zhen Zhibing in the distance.

Just then, Zhao Zhijing also looked up, and their eyes met. Zhao Zhijing then looked away with a nonchalant expression.

Wang Jiuling frowned slightly, somewhat wary, but not overly worried.

He is now practicing the Innate Skill under the guidance of Wang Chongyang.

Although he still wasn't confident he could beat Zhao Zhijing, he believed he could handle the second tier of the third generation without much trouble.

Don't underestimate the speed at which the Innate Skill can increase strength in the early stages.

"Junior brother, I didn't expect you to be assigned to this group too!"

Cui Zhifang walked over and greeted Wang Jiuling with a smile.

Wang Jiuling returned the greeting. "Greetings, Senior Brother!"

Cui Zhifang was also a disciple of Wang Chuyi, but he was usually engrossed in cultivation and didn't interact much with other people.

Wang Jiuling was very respectful to him because this senior brother was upright, kind-hearted, and truly a good person.

Cui Zhifang smiled and nodded, patting Wang Jiuling on the shoulder.

"Junior brother, the point of a martial arts competition is to learn from each other and improve together. If you fall behind on the stage, never try to be stubborn!"

Cui Zhifang knew that Wang Jiuling had a strong personality, so he kindly reminded him that there was no weakling in their group and that Wang Jiuling was too young.

Wang Jiuling nodded and accepted his senior brother's kindness with a smile.

Finally, today's martial arts competition officially began.