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

Wang Jiuling believed that his martial arts skills were on par with the Five Greats. He was not afraid of the Vajra Sect at all, and even if he couldn't defeat them, he could escape.

But if a real fight breaks out, they might not be able to spare Ma Guangzuo, since Ma Guangzuo's martial arts skills are too poor.

This guy is really loyal; Wang Jiuling doesn't want something like what happened to Li Daoxuan to happen again.

Ma Guangzuo chuckled.

"Oh, Qingyangzi! Don't worry about me!"

"I can travel all over the Western Regions; if I didn't have some survival skills, would I be so bold?"

"I promised to translate for you, how could you run away halfway through? What kind of behavior is that?"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Wang Jiuling didn't press the matter.

"If something happens, be quick-witted and run if you can."

Ma Guangzu nodded. "Wow! That Taoist priest Li's leg, he really can cure it? I saw the bones were shattered like that!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiuling turned around to look at Qiu Qianren in the carriage, and then nodded.

"It can be cured."

As Wang Jiuling spoke, he was thinking about Li Daoxuan. After this trip to the Western Regions, he wanted to persuade Li Daoxuan and Wang Daoqing to return to the Central Plains with him.

The situation is different now.

The Mongol Empire is currently embroiled in fierce internal strife. Once they achieve internal harmony, the Song Dynasty will have no chance to stop their military might.

Even the Quanzhen School will eventually leave Zhongnan Mountain; this is the inevitable trend.

If things are like this in the Central Plains, how much worse is it in the cannibalistic Western Regions?

What's the point of staying here?

Wang Jiuling greatly admired the character of his senior brother Li Daoxuan, believing that if Li Daoxuan returned to Quanzhen, he could strengthen the Quanzhen sect.

I've held on for over twenty years, that's enough.

How many twenty-year periods does one have in a lifetime?

...

According to the intelligence Wang Jiuling obtained, the location of the Vajra Gate is an oasis near the Tarim Basin.

Back when he was in the camel caravan, Genken also mentioned that his destination was the Tarim Basin, which makes sense.

On this day, they finally arrived at their destination.

A small town at the foot of Niujiao Mountain.

It's called a small town, but it's incredibly poor. All the houses are mud houses, and the people are all very thin.

There were even children eating "mud cakes" on the roadside.

When Wang Jiuling and his companions stopped to rest at a house, they discovered that the family seemed to be short of water.

"Guests from afar, please forgive our poor hospitality; we are truly short of water and food today."

The old man, leaning on his cane, apologized to Wang Jiuling and the others, his steps faltering.

"Grandpa, your place is right next to an oasis, how come there's no water?"

When faced with Wang Jiuling's question, the old man was initially reluctant to speak, but after Wang Jiuling gave some grain to his two-year-old grandson, he realized that Wang Jiuling was not a bad person, and he finally spoke with tears in his eyes.

It turns out that this place appears to be an oasis, but the oasis is actually behind Ox Horn Mountain to the east of the town.

Originally, their town was located on the edge of an oasis, but twenty or thirty years ago, some evil monks came and seized the oasis, driving the townspeople to this side of Niujiao Mountain.

They also cut off the water supply.

"Alas! Those wicked monks are quite cunning. The men in town couldn't resist, and they were forced to do hard labor!"

"Every household should show them respect, with cattle, sheep, food, and women."

"They only give me a limited amount of water each day, and we simply can't get to that oasis..."

The old man sighed; it turned out his son had also gone to the other side of the mountain to do hard labor.

"Then why don't you leave this place?" Ma Guangzu couldn't help but ask.

The old man shook his head. "Leave? Where can I go?"

The Western Regions are in chaos and war. They can barely survive near this oasis. If they leave, they will most likely be gone before they can find a place to live.

Besides, even if we find a new place to live, will it be better than here?

In a world where people prey on each other, this is generally how it is.

The old man's words silenced Ma Guangzuo, while Wang Jiuling, standing to the side, sighed and confirmed it in his heart.

They probably didn't go to the wrong place; the evil monk is likely a member of the Vajra Sect, and the timeline matches up.

Just then, a commotion came from outside the door. When everyone went to the door, they found that something had happened in front of a house on a nearby loess slope.

Two monks dressed in robes were seen snatching a bag of grain from an old man's hand.

"Damn it, you still dare to hoard grain? You're asking for trouble!"

The old man knelt down and begged for mercy, but the two monks showed no mercy. Wang Jiuling knew at a glance that they were from the Vajra Sect.

The old man behind him whispered, "That's the group of evil monks."

Ma Guangzuo was impatient and was about to rush out, but Wang Jiuling stopped him.

He also wanted to destroy the Vajra Sect, but it wasn't the right time to act now.

If we go out and kill those two evil monks now, there's no guarantee that there won't be spies from the Vajra Sect in this town.

That would alert the enemy.

If we can't wipe out the Vajra Sect in one fell swoop, then we're not saving the people here, but harming them.

Ma Guangzuo was stopped by Wang Jiuling, and although he didn't know why, he didn't go out again.

After stealing the goods, the two evil monks simply walked away along the road, seemingly heading out of town.

After they had walked some distance, Wang Jiuling turned back.

"Let's follow!"

The two monks were clearly not very skilled in martial arts. Wang Jiuling and Ma Guangzuo, along with Qiu Qianren, easily kept up with them until they left the town and started walking up the mountain path.

Two wicked monks were chatting and laughing as they carried things along the mountain path.

As they walked, they heard a noise behind them. When they turned around, two large hands grabbed their necks and pinned them against a tree.

boom!

The two men slammed their backs against the tree, wincing in pain. When the two hands released their grip, the two evil monks were already kneeling on the ground, unable to straighten up.

They looked up in alarm and saw Wang Jiuling looking down at them.

"Brother Ma, have them explain the situation with the Vajra Sect!"

Ma Guangzu walked over and stepped on one of them in the face.

"They even bully the elderly! Pah!"

Ma Guangzuo asked questions in a string of gibberish for a long time, but the two monks still looked fierce and seemed very unwilling.

"Who are you people? How dare you oppose the Vajra Sect? Are you courting death?!"

So next, Wang Jiuling performed a set of "dislocating tendons and bones" for Ma Guangzuo.

The two evil monks, whose speech had been silenced, had all their joints dislocated by Wang Jiuling.

The crackling sound gave Ma Guangzuo goosebumps all over.

The two evil monks were in so much pain that their faces were contorted and their eyes were bulging out.

Unfortunately, Wang Jiuling had silenced them by striking their acupoints, preventing them from even making a sound.

It could only writhe and struggle on the ground.

It's just like a little devil being boiled in a pot of oil in hell.

This made Ma Guangzu feel somewhat physically uncomfortable.

Qingyangzi is usually quite righteous and kind, so why does he become so ruthless when he encounters evil people?

A full quarter of an hour later, the two evil monks were soaked in sweat. They nodded frantically to indicate that they were about to speak, and even kowtowed so hard that their foreheads bled.

"Hmph! Why didn't you say so earlier? Why be so stubborn! Feeling better now?"

Ma Guangzuo slapped each of them hard across the face.

"We've wanted to say this for ages, sob sob!"

The two evil monks were in tears. In fact, they had wanted to speak when Wang Jiuling dislocated their first arm, but Wang Jiuling had silenced them by pressing their pressure points.

I endured the entire ordeal.