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

The dagger pierced his heart, and the icy sensation made the shopkeeper's whole body go numb.

His eyes widened, as if he wanted to speak.

In this dark inn, how could an outsider easily follow him and ambush him?

The thought flashed through his mind, and he was already being dragged into a nearby cubicle.

The door closed, and the oil lamp inside lit up.

The innkeeper was being supported from behind, and there was more than one person in the room.

They were all innkeepers.

Behind the shopkeeper was a rolling dragon.

The shopkeeper was thrown to the ground, blood and foam continuously spilling from his mouth. He tried to make a sound but couldn't. He could only use his last bit of strength to raise his finger and point at the rolling dragon and the others.

"Uh...ha..."

The respect these men used to have for their manager was completely gone; instead, their eyes were filled with hatred.

The moment the dagger pierced his flesh, the shopkeeper immediately thought of Qin Jingshi, or even Wang Jiuling, or Timur.

I never expected it to be them.

He had no time to be surprised, because his consciousness was already blurring, and in his hazy state, he could only hear the sinister sound of the rolling dragon.

"This kind of good thing, where rich people gather at the inn, only happens once every few years, and you don't know how to cherish it."

"Not only do you not cherish it, but you also want to stop us?"

Rolling Dragon's face was full of ruthlessness as he kicked away the shopkeeper's raised hand.

"You think I can't see you flirting with those people? You're trying to tip them off, aren't you?"

"Old man! If you don't want to make money, don't block our path to wealth!"

As the shopkeeper's breathing gradually weakened, another employee stepped forward.

"He's probably trying to send someone a message, should we...?"

He looked toward the backyard.

Rolling Dragon shook his head. "No need. Taking action directly will alert the enemy. Dispose of the body, and tomorrow we'll find an excuse to say he contracted a serious illness!"

"Once the sandstorm passes, and the commander sends troops, everything will be fine!"

The group dragged the shopkeeper's body away.

On the other side, as soon as midnight arrived, Qin Jingshi sneaked into the backyard in the dark.

But no matter how long they waited, the time had passed and the shopkeeper still hadn't come.

In the shadows, Wang Jiuling was also puzzled.

What's going on? Did Qin Jingshi lie to him? But if he was lying, why would Qin Jingshi be here in the first place?

In the end, the person did not wait.

The next morning, in the lobby downstairs.

"Master, I went to the backyard last night, but I didn't see the shopkeeper!"

Qin Jingshi's face was full of confusion.

Wang Jiuling frowned slightly and looked towards the counter. Usually, the shopkeeper would have already come out by this time.

At this moment, only the rolling dragon remained.

Qin Jingshi understood Wang Jiuling's meaning. He got up, went to the counter, and took out a copper coin.

"Hey buddy, I haven't paid for the side dishes your boss delivered yesterday!"

The rolling dragon raised its head, its face full of a simple and honest smile.

"Sir, no need! The manager instructed yesterday that it was a complimentary item!"

Qin Jingshi's eyes flickered.

"Oh, I see!"

"By the way, where's your manager? Why haven't we seen him come out today?"

Rolling Dragon sighed.

"Oh dear! Our manager suddenly fell ill last night, probably from a cold. We're worried that if you go out, you might catch it too. So, we're brewing medicine now, and we'll have to take it to him later."

"Sir, there's no need to worry!"

Qin Jingshi turned his head and saw that, sure enough, there was an iron stove next to him simmering soup.

Qin Jingshi smiled, cupped his hands in greeting, and went back to tell Wang Jiuling.

"What a coincidence?"

Wang Jiuling had some doubts, but couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Qin Jingshi also frowned.

"I wonder what urgent matter the shopkeeper wanted to discuss with me?"

Just then, a commotion was heard coming from the second floor.

"Sir! Sir! What are you doing?"

Rolling Dragon ran past the counter and saw several Mongol soldiers dragging a middle-aged man down the stairs.

They were making a lot of noise and I couldn't even tell what they were saying.

Rolling Dragon looked utterly astonished. "What? A wanted criminal? He's a wanted criminal!?"

Timur also came down from the second floor and shoved the rolling dragon away.

The Mongol soldiers tied the middle-aged man up, and Timur even ordered his Mongol soldiers to open the door and look outside.

The wind was still howling outside. The Mongol soldiers closed the door and kept shaking their heads.

Timur showed impatience on his face, then thought for a moment and waved for someone to take the middle-aged man to the backyard.

Qin Jingshi was curious, so he went over to ask Rolling Dragon, and returned to tell Wang Jiuling a while later.

It turned out that the group of Mongol soldiers had found an important wanted criminal at the inn.

"Master, do you think this group of Mongol soldiers came here because of this?"

"Look, that commander was clearly eager to leave..."

Wang Jiuling watched as the Mongol soldiers pushed the servants aside and led them to the backyard. He tapped his fingers on the table.

Overnight, their previous speculations seemed to have been completely shattered.

Things took a different turn, but it was perfectly reasonable and there was nothing wrong with it.

The atmosphere in the inn seemed to have become much more relaxed.

"Master, in my opinion, some demons and monsters are afraid of your martial arts skills and dare not make a move even if they want to."

Qin Jingshi couldn't help but sigh.

"By the way, Daoist Master, your martial arts skills are probably unparalleled in the world. Have you ever thought about helping the Song Dynasty?"

Wang Jiuling glanced at him, knowing in his heart that this was a probe to test his abilities.

Wang Jiuling followed up:

"I am but a humble warrior."

"All I can do is to ignite more sparks of resistance in the Song Dynasty, or to gather more people to do so. As for restoring the Song Dynasty? That is beyond my ability to do alone."

Qin Jingshi smiled, pretending to be puzzled.

"Even with your exceptional martial arts skills, Taoist priest, you couldn't do that?"

Wang Jiuling shook his head.

Throughout history, the downfall of a dynasty has always been a top-down process that takes a long time and cannot be accomplished overnight.

"From local officials who preyed on the people to the rampant corruption in various prefectures and counties, powerful families were deeply entrenched in the very fabric of the Song Dynasty."

Even the national treasury and military spending.

In the capital, in the imperial court, even on that dragon throne.

"It's all utterly corrupt and rotten. How can I, alone, save the Song Dynasty? How can I withstand an army of thousands?"

"Even if I were to sacrifice myself right now and go to the palace to pull Emperor Zhao off the dragon throne, would the Song Dynasty not perish?"

Wang Jiuling recalled that in history, the Mongol Khan Möngke later died in Diaoyu City.

But the result?

This, on the contrary, angered the Mongols to some extent, accelerating the demise of the Song Dynasty.

Moreover, Wang Jiuling truly did face an army of over a hundred men single-handedly.

He was acutely aware of the helplessness one felt in such a situation.

If his martial arts skills are already so good, how many people in the world can be better than him?

Qin Jingshi listened in silence, the fleeting sorrow in his eyes seemingly melting into the wine, which he then drank down in one gulp.

"Master, you are right."

Qin Jingshi seemed to be recalling something.

"I once thought that stopping corrupt officials would save the Song Dynasty!"

"But later I discovered that even my own family members were the culprits who brought disaster to the Song Dynasty!"

Six months ago, I was heartbroken and came here from the Central Plains. I was truly living in constant fear...

Qin Jingshi then asked, "Master, what do you think we should do if we cannot save the Song Dynasty?"

This time, Wang Jiuling didn't say much, but his voice was firm and powerful. "Sometimes, the process is far more important than the result, even if it's just a small contribution."

Qin Jingshi paused for a moment, then, after carefully considering the words, smiled and raised his glass.

As the saying goes in the "Collection of Famous Sayings": "A thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend!"

"Your words resonate deeply with me, Master. I respect you!"

Wang Jiuling also raised his cup, but said something that surprised Qin Jingshi.

"Brother Qin, since we're such close friends, why have you kept your identity a secret from me?"

(Suddenly added an extra chapter, didn't expect that, huh? Hehe!)

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