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

However, despite knowing there was a problem, Wang Jiuling had no intention of stepping down.

Wang Jiuling thought to himself: He was not one to use his power to intimidate others, but he had been made fools of in public for so long, and he couldn't swallow this insult.

Besides, when he was out in public, he represented the Quanzhen School. Now that he's resigned, isn't that a slap in the face to the Quanzhen School?

Then Wang Jiuling smiled.

His laughter wasn't loud, but it drew everyone's attention to him.

When Ma Guangzuo turned around and saw this scene, he was straightforward and somewhat anxious.

"Why are you still laughing?"

"He's playing you, Qingyangzi!"

Wang Jiuling smiled and nodded. "Thank you for speaking up for me, Brother Ma."

He turned to look at the Khenpo and bowed.

"This humble monk has just arrived at your esteemed place today, and the masters have been so hospitable that I have truly experienced the etiquette of Wuduo Zen Monastery."

Wang Jiuling slowly lowered his hand, his face still smiling, but it gave the abbot a bad feeling.

"Layman...you're too kind!" Khenpo said, pressing his palms together.

Wang Jiuling chuckled softly.

"However, I have never liked owing people anything, so I should return the favor."

"That master must be tired from all those matches, so I'll take his place."

"Whoever steps onto the stage, let me test them first to see if they are qualified to challenge the master!"

After saying that, Wang Jiuling actually sat down on the spot, seemingly not planning to leave.

Khenpo's expression changed, and the people at Udo Monastery looked at each other in confusion.

They were stunned by Wang Jiuling.

"Layman! You..."

"You don't need to do that! Our Wuduo Zen Monastery doesn't require reciprocation!"

But Wang Jiuling remained expressionless, the old monk deep in meditation, as if he couldn't hear the abbot's words at all.

Ma Guangzuo touched the back of his head.

"Huh? Qingyangzi! You..."

The audience below was noisy and chaotic. Who would have thought that Wang Jiuling would suddenly do this?

"Hey! This Taoist priest is so polite! He was tricked for so long, yet he still doesn't hold a grudge and is worried that the other person is tired?"

There are still more good people than bad in the world!

"Are you stupid? This is clearly a sabotage attempt!"

"Oh? Really? But he's so polite..."

"Let me translate it for you! Don't be intimidated by all that he said; it can be summed up in just three words:"

I insist!

Now, it's Wuduo Zen Monastery that's in an awkward position.

They surrounded the arena, trying to persuade him, but Wang Jiuling always replied, "Don't be so polite, it's what this humble Taoist should do!"

The key is that his martial arts skills are extremely high, and Wuduo Temple can't do anything about him.

There is never a shortage of "straight men" in this world.

Soon, several people took turns going up on stage to challenge.

The result was predictable. Fighting against Anthony Davis and Zach Hancock, regardless of the specific reasons, they could at least exchange ten or twenty moves, and everyone had hope.

But when facing Wang Jiuling, no one could withstand three moves.

Bang! A Tibetan monk in a yellow robe flew off the stage in two moves.

Bang! One of the Semu people was also defeated in one move.

Crack! Wang Jiuling's palm strike not only knocked the person off the stage, but also shattered the corner of the wooden stage.

The crowd of onlookers scattered in an instant.

"No way! This is ridiculous! Who could possibly beat him?"

"Oh no, this martial arts competition has turned into us going up there to get beaten up..."

"It hurts so much! I couldn't even withstand one of his blows!"

The competition had completely changed its nature; everyone was talking about it, but no one wanted to go on stage to be beaten anymore.

Khenpo's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The people at Wuduo Temple could only watch helplessly as Wang Jiuling performed his actions on the platform, unable to do anything about it.

"What should we do?"

"Should we find someone to beat him up?"

"Then who should we contact?"

"..."

The situation remained at a stalemate.

Ultimately, Uddul Monastery compromised, and the Khenpo personally intervened.

"Layman, may we talk in the back hall?"

He went up on stage, bent down and whispered in Wang Jiuling's ear, "The travelogue is something we can discuss..."

Wang Jiuling finally opened his eyes.

His goal was to write a travelogue, and now that he'd regained his pride, there was no need for him to hold a grudge since the other party was willing to compromise.

So he nodded.

"You're too kind, Master!"

The abbot looked embarrassed, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wang Jiuling had finally relented.

The onlookers were unaware of what had happened; they only saw Wang Jiuling being asked to step down from the stage by the Khenpo, who was very polite.

"Qingyangzi! What happened? He agreed to give you the item?"

Ma Guangzuo quickly followed, and Wang Jiuling smiled, gesturing for him to follow.

After gesturing to the others in the monastery, the Khenpo led Wang Jiuling and Ma Guangzuo to the side hall at the back.

"What happened? Why did that Taoist priest leave?"

The onlookers, who had initially found the scene uninteresting and were about to leave, were all quite surprised to witness it.

But soon, the Zen temple side loudly announced: "The duel continues!"

The monk with thick eyebrows went on stage again, which surprised everyone and made them eager to try.

As long as that Taoist priest isn't blocking the way, there's still hope!

Wang Jiuling listened to the commotion behind him, his expression unchanged, and followed the abbot to the side hall.

Although it's not far from the arena, it's relatively quiet and undisturbed.

The abbot ordered tea to be made and then served some snacks.

He really couldn't do anything about this Taoist priest.

This guy, relying on his superior martial arts skills, really doesn't suffer any loss.

"Layman! This matter concerning the travelogue was the fault of my Wuduo Zen Monastery. I apologize to you here!"

The Khenpo's attitude was very proper.

"Layman, this old monk can give you a travelogue; you don't need to go and fight anymore!"

"However... I would appreciate it if you would not tell anyone about this, would that be alright?"

Wang Jiuling agreed to the Khenpo's proposal.

Having achieved the status quo, now it's time to get the substance as well.

"Of course! I won't tell anyone!"

The Khenpo smiled and nodded. "Please wait a moment, layperson!"

Soon, a monk brought over a booklet with yellowed pages.

"Layman, look, this is the travelogue!"

When Wang Jiuling got his hands on it, he opened it and found that it was all in Uyghur language, so he could only give it to Ma Guangzuo to read.

"Amitabha, layperson, please keep watch for now. I have some other matters to attend to and will be back in a while."

The Khenpo left; he didn't seem to really treasure the travelogue.

Only Wang Jiuling and Ma Guangzuo remained in the side hall.

"Brother Ma, take a look!"

Ma Guangzuo carefully flipped through the booklet, but scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

"Qingyangzi, something's not right!"

"This travelogue does indeed record two treasure lands, one of which should be the Silent Valley."

"But there's not much actual content, is there?"

He pointed to one of the pages. "Look, this page is that silent valley."

"But the content is all about the legends of that kingdom, such as what the king's name was and how the kingdom was destroyed."

"Even the location of the Silent Valley isn't listed anywhere!"

"It's not much more than what was in the invitation booklet we saw in Qixia!"

"This is completely useless!"