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

Wang Jiuling looked up at Qin Jingshi in front of him.

"Brother Qin speaks eloquently, and even knows the secrets of the imperial court from previous years."

Qin Jingshi chuckled somewhat awkwardly. "Heh, this... is just something I heard from rumors!"

Wang Jiuling nodded. "So, Brother Qin, what do you mean...?"

Qin Jingshi said in a low voice, "Daoist Master, if these Mongol soldiers are truly here with ill intentions, then we will likely all be their targets."

"Therefore, we should unite and discuss this so that we are not caught unprepared when something really happens."

His gaze swept across the hall. "I don't trust those people."

Wang Jiuling was somewhat curious. "Then Brother Qin, how can you trust me? I just killed so many people, aren't you afraid?"

Qin Jing fanned himself with his stone fan, looking rather smug.

"I am not very talented, but I do have some experience in judging people."

"Although the Taoist priest's swordsmanship was ruthless, it was also expansive and unrestrained, without any malicious intent. Moreover, he possessed an aura of righteousness, surely belonging to a prestigious and upright sect!"

"They're avoiding the Taoist priest because they misjudge people; I, however, am not afraid!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiuling chuckled, raised his wine cup, and the two clinked glasses.

At this moment, the Mongol commander was kicking the fellow, Rolling Dragon, to the ground, and was cursing something.

Wang Jiuling took a deep breath.

Qin Jingshi's words actually made a lot of sense, but Wang Jiuling was thinking:

During this period, Qinghai Province was under Mongol rule.

If this Mongol commander truly harbors malicious intent, then he must die.

But he couldn't just kill someone in public.

In such a border region, a commander of a thousand households, though not a high-ranking official, was not a minor official either.

There are many innocent people here, which means too many eyes have seen them.

Wang Jiuling is not Li Mochou; he couldn't possibly kill them all.

If a dignified commander of a thousand households is killed by him, then their camel caravan probably won't even reach the Qaidam Basin before wanted posters are plastered all over the Qinghai region.

We need to think of a solution.

However, it's hard to say whether Qin Jingshi in front of us has ulterior motives.

Let's try him out first...

Wang Jiuling suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Brother Qin, I do have some ideas."

"It's impossible for someone to run a shady business without some skill. If this officer wanted to double-cross them, he would have killed them all to cover it up. They won't escape either..."

"Brother Qin, why don't you contact the shopkeeper and explain the situation?"

"Brother Qin, you will be the host then, and we will join forces."

It's unlikely that Qin Jingshi is a spy for the Mongols, but it's hard to say whether he's not one of the people in this shady inn, deliberately trying to trick him and use him against the Mongols.

Wang Jiuling thought to himself that his test was killing two birds with one stone. If Qin Jingshi was alright, he could take the opportunity to use the black shop to solve the problem of the Mongol soldiers and reap the benefits.

If Qin Jingshi has a problem, he will definitely be exposed.

After listening to Wang Jiuling's words, Qin Jingshi thought for a moment, then snapped his folding fan shut.

"good!"

"This is a brilliant strategy of using one tiger to devour another. Daoist Master, you are truly astute. I will proceed immediately. Daoist Master, please await my news!"

Qin Jingshi got up and left, and Wang Jiuling watched his retreating figure quietly, his eyes slightly narrowed.

On the other side, Qin Jingshi successfully pulled the shopkeeper aside and explained the whole story.

The shopkeeper looked utterly astonished. "What? Is what you're saying true, sir?"

Qin Jingshi nodded. "Shopkeeper, we won't discuss the true nature of your shop, but if that Mongol officer really makes a move, he won't let you off the hook."

"Shopkeeper, please think it over carefully."

Qin Jingshi left, and the shopkeeper's eyes flickered as he stared meaningfully at the group of Mongol soldiers...

"Master, I'll go upstairs and sound out what the others are saying."

"Alright, Brother Qin, please examine it carefully."

Qin Jingshi and Wang Jiuling whispered a few words to each other before heading upstairs.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, in a room...

"Hey! Drink some water!"

A Mongolian man was handing a bowl of water to the mad monk's mouth, while several others were holding onto iron chains on either side.

"Hold on tight, don't let him break free!"

"Don't worry, we've been traveling for so long, and we haven't fed him much these past two days. He's starving and weak!"

The bowl of water was brought to the mad monk's lips, and he opened his chapped lips and drank.

After drinking for a while, the Mongolian man took the bowl of water away.

"Alright, alright, that's enough!"

He turned around. It was dark outside, but the oil lamp inside the room was quite bright. This inn was generous and never lacked lamp oil.

The burly Mongolian man lowered his head, his expression changing.

What's going on? Why is there some oil floating on the surface of the water in this bowl?

He realized something was wrong, and when he turned his head, he saw that the mad monk had actually raised his head.

At this moment, his face was contorted with rage, and his eyes were fierce and crazed.

There were still bits of dried meat stuck to his lips.

"not good!"

...

Downstairs, Wang Jiuling was about to get up.

Looking up, I saw that the door to the room where the mad monk was locked had been smashed open from the inside.

"Aaaaaah!"

A roar rang out, and two burly Mongolian men crashed through the railing and fell directly from the second floor.

The mad monk rushed out the door, roaring angrily. Behind him, two Mongolian men were pulling on iron chains, veins bulging on their foreheads.

This immediately drew everyone's attention.

Wang Jiuling's eyes flickered, and he quickly stepped forward to catch the two Mongolian men who had fallen.

At that moment, on the second floor, Iron Falcon and Sora, who were in the adjacent rooms on either side, also came out upon hearing the noise.

Iron Falcon reacted the fastest, drawing his sword and slashing directly at the mad monk.

Ding ding ding ding!

The long sword kept slashing at the iron chains on the mad monk's arm, forcing him to only parry.

Iron Falcon truly lived up to his reputation as a centurion in the Mongol army; he was indeed incredibly brave and fierce.

If that force were applied to an ordinary person, that person would have been unable to withstand it long ago.

But the mad monk only took a step back before roaring and striking the iron hawk with a palm.

Iron Falcon hastily drew his knife to parry.

The next second, the long sword was folded inward by the mad monk's palm strike, and Iron Hawk was sent flying.

His breastplate was dented, and he immediately coughed up blood.

All of this happened in a very short period of time.

Kongjian reacted quickly, grabbing the mad monk's shoulder from behind and swiftly reaching for his collarbone with his other hand.

At the same time, after catching the two Mongolian men, Wang Jiuling pushed off with his feet and leaped up to the second floor.

The mad monk suddenly turned around, and Kong Jian's hand only managed to grab his clothes.

Oh!

The mad monk's clothes were torn in the back. He turned around and struck Kong Jian with a palm. Kong Jian raised his hand to block, but was knocked back several steps and could not steady himself.

"ah!!!"

The mad monk roared to the sky, and Wang Jiuling struck him from behind with a palm. The mad monk yelled and turned around.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was shouting incoherently.

"Fellow Daoist, don't underestimate him!" Kong Jian shouted as he steadied himself, while Wang Jiuling struck the mad monk with a palm, and the mad monk responded by raising his palm in return.

boom!

Wang Jiuling used only 30% of his strength in this palm strike, in order to subdue the mad monk.

The two men's palms met, and a sudden explosion filled the air, causing their robes to flutter.

They then retreated simultaneously.

Wang Jiuling looked shocked.

That palm strike?