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

When this sword sheath thrusts forth, there is truly no way to dodge or avoid it.

The Taoist priest felt a series of sharp, strong winds blowing in his face, making his eyes sting and causing him to squint.

He barely managed to raise his longsword, and when he tried to push off with his feet, he found himself in mid-air with nowhere to brace himself.

Fortunately, another Taoist priest reacted quickly, grabbing his ankle from below and pulling him down to help him avoid Wang Jiuling's sword sheath.

At the same time, he aimed his longsword straight at Wang Jiuling's face from above.

But as soon as he extended his sword, he felt resistance.

Upon closer inspection, Wang Jiuling's scabbard had already touched the protruding blade of his sword.

His longsword was bent under the weight.

Using that force, Wang Jiuling moved sideways in the air, quickly passing over the two men and landing behind them.

Snapped!

The next second, Wang Jiuling's toes landed on the wall of the house behind him.

The two middle-aged Taoist priests had barely turned around when they saw Wang Jiuling rushing towards them at lightning speed, his sword sheath aimed straight at their faces.

It's "vast expanse of water" again!

The sword strikes were as dense as raindrops, completely sealing off the space in front of the two of them. At this moment, they had no time to react.

They could only watch helplessly as the sword sheath pierced through them, finally stopping in front of them.

pat!

Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads. They were stiff and dared not move. They swallowed hard and stared in horror at the sword sheath that was in front of them.

The air still seemed to hold the lingering aura of sword energy. My gaze followed the scabbard to the hilt.

A fair hand held a sword; its owner's breathing was steady, and his inner energy was slowly dissipating.

Wang Jiuling wore a kind smile, completely devoid of the fierce aura he had displayed when he attacked.

He sheathed his sword, cupped his hands in greeting to the two men, and said, "You flatter me!"

The two middle-aged Taoist priests exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with turbulent emotions.

This unbelievably exquisite Quanzhen swordsmanship... that Golden Goose Skill so fast it's almost invisible...

This is indeed Quanzhen martial arts; they are very familiar with it.

But... how could anyone use Quanzhen martial arts to this extent?

Even with their combined strength, they couldn't even last ten moves? And the opponent was using a scabbard!

They remember that even Qiu Chuji back then probably wasn't this capable!

The two men sheathed their swords and bowed to Wang Jiuling in unison, saying, "Thank you for showing mercy!"

Only then did the two men seriously examine Wang Jiuling from head to toe, their eyes no longer showing any contempt.

"This Quanzhen Swordplay, and this Golden Goose Skill..."

"Are you really a disciple of Uncle-Master Wang Chuyi?"

At this moment, the two of them were already mostly convinced, but the shock Wang Jiuling had given them made them unable to believe it for a moment.

Wang Jiuling nodded with a smile.

"Would it be convenient for us to take a look at that purple ribbon?" the two Taoist priests asked cautiously.

With Wang Jiuling's permission, they moved closer and examined the place for a long time before they could see it clearly.

No problem, it's definitely genuine!

Wang Jiuling then smiled and took out his token from Quanzhen, explaining his identity in detail.

The two of them sighed with regret.

Although they didn't know the specifics of this Sword-wielding Elder, they immediately recognized the handwriting personally engraved by Ma Yu on the token.

There's no room for faking it!

Overwhelmed with shame, he blushed and repeatedly clasped his hands in embarrassment.

"We two were unaware that Master Qingyang was in person! We have been extremely rude! Please, Master, move to the inner hall immediately so that we may apologize!"

Seeing that he had finally subdued his two fellow disciples, Wang Jiuling put on airs and followed them into the inner hall.

"There's no need for this, you two. We're from the same sect, we're of the same blood, it's just a little misunderstanding."

The group sat down, and the two Taoist priests instructed their disciples to brew the finest tea and bring out some snacks.

Ma Guangzuo sat down with an air of authority, his mouth agape.

"I'm telling you, you're all blind! With Qingyangzi's martial arts skills, all of you tied up wouldn't be a match for him!"

"Still lying to you? What would I gain? Because you're bad at martial arts?"

It is often the truth that touches the heart, and the two Taoist priests looked embarrassed.

"hehe……

"That was just a joke!"

With the misunderstanding cleared up, the two formally introduced themselves, and Wang Jiuling inquired about the origins of Qixia Temple.

It turns out that one of them was named Li Daoxuan, and the other was named Wang Daoqing.

And they were all actually Qiu Chuji's disciples.

More than 20 years ago, Qiu Chuji came to the Western Regions with eighteen disciples.

Before leaving the Western Regions, when passing through Zhenhai City in Abuhan Mountain, he left nine of his disciples there to establish Qixia Temple.

As a representative of the Quanzhen School's lineage being transmitted to the Western Regions.

The nine disciples were led by Song Daoan, with Li Daoxuan and Wang Daoqing also among them.

"So it's you two senior brothers!"

"You're too kind, sir! We are unworthy of such hospitality!"

The two sides finally acknowledged each other's allegiance.

When Wang Jiuling inquired about Song Daoan and the others, Li Daoxuan and Wang Daoqing sighed.

It turns out that Song Daoan passed away more than a decade ago.

Over the years, due to various reasons, only four of the original nine brothers remain.

Besides Li Daoxuan and Wang Daoqing, there were two other people, but they weren't here; they had gone traveling and preaching.

Li Daoxuan is the current abbot of Qixia Temple.

"Alas! Since Senior Brother Song left, Master has never returned. The journey is long, and we are burdened with a mission. In fact, Qixia Temple has not had any contact with Zhongnan Mountain for too many years."

"Now that the real person has come, we two could hardly believe it at first!"

Li Daoxuan's eyes reddened as he spoke.

The two of them seemed to have opened a floodgate of conversation that had been going on for years, pouring out their grievances to Wang Jiuling.

Qiu Chuji has never returned in recent years. Most of the Han Chinese Taoist priests who are taken in by Qixia Temple are there because they are exempt from taxes and have some privileges, so they come to seek refuge.

Those who truly possess talent and the heart for spiritual cultivation are almost nonexistent.

"Once the four of us pass away, the Qixia Temple will lose its lineage..."

Wang Jiuling listened quietly to the complaints of the two middle-aged Taoist priests in front of him.

Although they restrained themselves from saying it explicitly, Wang Jiuling could still tell from their words that they had some grievances against the Zhongnan Mountain sect.

They consistently refused to call him "junior brother," instead referring to him as "real person," which seemed respectful but also reflected a sense of distance.

"Master, I wonder if our Headmaster, Master, and all the other senior uncles are well?"

Li Daoxuan realized he had lost his composure and quickly put on a smiling face.

Wang Jiuling nodded.

"All is well! Everything is fine!"

He then got up.

"However, the Quanzhen Sect has now become a thorn in the side of the Mongols in Zhongnan Mountain, and the Master and his uncles are unable to leave Chongyang Palace."

"My two senior brothers, you've worked so hard all these years!"

"We are from the same sect, and as your junior brother representing the Quanzhen Sect, you should have paid your respects long ago upon arriving in the Western Regions. Your behavior has been impolite!"

Seeing that Wang Jiuling possessed such high martial arts skills and was a titled "True Man," yet treated the two of them with such respect, Li Daoxuan personally apologized to him.

Then Wang Jiuling explained that Qiu Chuji and the others were unable to leave.

He thought to himself, what they've wanted all these years, isn't it just an attitude?

Now that Wang Jiuling is acting this way, most of his resentment has dissipated, and he admires Wang Jiuling's magnanimity even more.

Get up quickly.

"Junior brother, why be like this? We are fellow disciples. Your arrival at Qixia Temple is like coming home. This makes us seem distant!"

The smiles on their faces became much more genuine.

After the three of them paid their respects to the statue of the patriarch, the Taoist temple prepared a meal.

During their conversation at the dinner table, they mentioned Wang Jiuling's inquiries about Master Fazhuang and Wusheng Valley.

Li Daoxuan frowned slightly in thought.

"Dharma Banner Master...I've heard of him! But that was ten years ago!"

He changed the subject: "But speaking of this... Silent Valley? I just remembered something!"