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

People have to pay the price for their stupidity.

Especially incompetent fools.

Amidst flashes of sword light, throats were slashed open repeatedly, and Wang Jiuling swiftly moved past using the Seven Star Step.

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A splatter of blood landed on the inn's door, and the last wandering swordsman who tried to escape collapsed in front of it.

Wang Jiuling had already sheathed his sword.

That was swift and decisive; all seven or eight troublemakers from the martial arts world had fallen.

Except for one who was killed by Iron Falcon, everyone else died by Wang Jiuling's sword.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, and blood was everywhere.

The inn lobby was quiet; no one even noticed when someone dropped their chopsticks.

Camel Boss swallowed hard and unconsciously moved a little further away from Wang Jiuling.

Iron Falcon and the others were also shocked.

Zhao Xiaoer was so frightened that he backed away.

Wang Jiuling had acted too elegantly before; even when he defeated several Mongol men with a single palm strike, his methods were very gentle.

I showed a lot of restraint when faced with the probing of this shady shop.

They seemed very polite and peaceful; I never expected them to make such a move.

Killing someone is as easy as stepping on an ant!

What a kind face with a cruel heart!

Wang Jiuling's gaze swept across the hall, and immediately all eyes quickly averted, avoiding eye contact with him.

Some who had never seen anything like this before had already slipped up to the second floor.

"Shopkeeper, I accidentally dirtied your place."

He took out his money bag, took out the silver inside, and bowed to the shopkeeper. "This is compensation. Please have someone clean it up."

The shopkeeper finally realized what was happening and rushed over.

"You flatter me, sir! You flatter me!"

"I would be so grateful if you could help me punish these villains!"

"Quickly! Someone come and clean this up!"

The shopkeeper bowed repeatedly, but Wang Jiuling stuffed the silver into his hand.

"You're welcome. Please arrange rooms for us."

"We need a bigger room too," he said, pointing to the mad monk behind him who was bowing his head.

Wang Jiuling was so polite that the innkeeper was deeply moved and quickly told his staff to tidy up the room.

"Master...we should go and rest quickly."

Camel Boss looked at the corpse in front of him, half of its face ripped open, and smiled somewhat reluctantly.

Wang Jiuling nodded.

"Let's go, maybe the wind will stop tomorrow."

The group went upstairs, and Tie Yaozi, along with several Mongolian men, pulled the mad monk away.

"Remember to get him some water later, lest he die of thirst."

The camel leader gave instructions to the iron hawk.

As the group went upstairs, the people in the hall looked at each other, and the atmosphere eased considerably.

The corpses and bloodstains scattered all over the ground were truly an eyesore. These fools had personally paved the way for all those with good intentions, but the price was too high.

The wind outside the inn was getting stronger.

They're almost unable to leave.

Just then, there was a loud knocking on the inn's door.

The shopkeeper ran over. "We're not taking any more customers!"

A rough voice came from outside the door. "It's me!" (Mongolian)

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper immediately instructed his staff to unlock all the bolts on the door.

As soon as the door opened, a howling wind blew in.

A group of Mongol soldiers, covered in sand and dust, rushed in, and then everyone worked together to close the gate.

"It's Timur, the commander of a thousand households! Quickly, invite him in!"

Upon seeing the leading Mongolian officer, the shopkeeper quickly welcomed him inside.

Timur immediately noticed the bloodstains on the ground. "Shopkeeper, you didn't kill a sheep right at the doorstep, did you?"

The shopkeeper said that someone had caused trouble earlier.

"Causing trouble? Where are they!?"

The shopkeeper quickly waved his hand. "It's all taken care of, Commander, please come inside! It's dirty here, don't get your shoes dirty!"

Timur snorted and led the Mongol soldiers behind him to the largest table.

"Get out of here!"

His voice was like muffled thunder. There were about a dozen martial arts practitioners sitting at the table. The two leaders looked at each other, but then stepped aside.

"Hurry up and bring the meat and wine!"

Upstairs, Wang Jiuling had just put his luggage down when there was a knock on the door. It was Tuo Laoda and Kong Jian.

"A group of Mongol soldiers came downstairs. Judging from their conversation, the leader was a commander of a thousand men, who should be the garrison on this border."

Camel Boss looked wary, clearly nervous from being tested twice.

"We just killed someone, won't we get in trouble?"

"Should we send Iron Falcon to probe the situation?"

Wang Jiuling thought for a moment and shook his head. "They haven't come looking for us yet, so let's not rush things. Let's get our equipment ready."

"It would be best to send someone else to watch the camels."

Camel Boss nodded and left with Kong Jian. Wang Jiuling went out of the room and stood by the railing, looking down at the hall.

Just then, a young man dressed in Central Plains attire came upstairs with a folding fan in his hand and headed in this direction.

When he arrived in front of Wang Jiuling, he cupped his hands in greeting and smiled.

"My name is Qin Jingshi. I was deeply impressed by your superb martial arts skills and your punishment of the wicked, and that is why I have come to pay you a visit!"

Seeing that Qin Jingshi had an upright appearance and a refined demeanor, Wang Jiuling cupped his hands in greeting.

"So it's Brother Qin! I am Wang Jiuling, a pleasure to meet you!"

The two exchanged greetings, and Qin Jingshi looked at Wang Jiuling's attire. "May I ask, Daoist Master, where do you come from?"

"Zhongnan Mountain," Wang Jiuling replied briefly, and Qin Jingshi nodded. "I'm from Sichuan!"

He suddenly looked downstairs and spoke softly.

"Taoist Master, look at that group of Mongol soldiers. In my opinion, they don't have good intentions..."

Wang Jiuling turned around. "Oh? I wonder what insights Brother Qin has?"

Qin Jingshi smiled and gestured for him to follow. "Daoist Master, would you do me the honor of coming downstairs for a drink and a chat?"

Wang Jiuling thought for a moment and then raised his hand. "Please!"

The two went downstairs.

The Mongol soldiers were sitting in a circle, drinking from large bowls, making a lot of noise.

Wang Jiuling followed Qin Jingshi to a small table in the corner, where the two sat down.

Qin Jingshi poured wine for Wang Jiuling, drank one cup himself first, and then gestured to Wang Jiuling that his cup was empty.

Wang Jiuling nodded, drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, and the two poured more for him.

"Brother Qin, what makes you say they've come with ill intentions?"

Wang Jiuling looked at Qin Jingshi, then glanced out of the corner of his eye at the table of Mongol soldiers in the distance.

Qin Jing opened his stone fan, covered his mouth, and whispered:

"Master, ever since the Mongols began their struggle for control of the Central Plains, they have been developing border post stations with great effort."

"Although it's the windy season now, this isn't really the desert yet, but look..."

Qin Jingshi gestured towards the hall.

"The post station was closed, which caused this place to be overcrowded."

"Besides, that Mongol officer was at least a commander of a thousand. Since the post stations were closed, he should have retreated to Qinghai Lake to avoid the storm long ago. Why did he bring his men to this godforsaken place?"

"There's no rush to patrol..."

"In my opinion, they must have something to do with it!"

Wang Jiuling narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. "Brother Qin, do you mean... that they're planning to double-cross and take over this inn?"

Qin Jingshi nodded.

"Although the Mongols are fierce, they have been developing post stations in the past two years, which has a high degree of control over the troops stationed on the border."

"It wasn't just Han Chinese, but also Uyghurs, Mongols, Tibetans, and even Semu people, who traveled between the Central Plains and the Western Regions. The Mongol Empire valued this highly."

"These people dare not offend the Mongol Empire above them, which is why the post stations have been relatively safe in the past two years."

Qin Jing pointed his stone fan toward the gate.

"But now, the post station is closed, and look at this private inn, it's full of people from all over the world gathering together..."

"Master, do you think this is a good opportunity to rob and kill someone?"

Wang Jiuling frowned, and Qin Jingshi, fearing he wouldn't believe him, added:

"Master, back in the Song Dynasty, during the Chongning era, the Great Song established the Longyou Protectorate at Qinghai Lake. Some of the scrolls that were not destroyed at that time have survived to this day, and they record similar events."

"If we Song people are like this, then the Mongols, who live on the grasslands, believe even more in the principle of the survival of the fittest. Such rules cannot control them."