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

Nothing happened after that.

They finally returned to Zhenhai City.

Inside Qixia Temple, Wang Jiuling withdrew his hand.

With his true energy flowing in, Li Daoxuan's meridians became more unobstructed, which also helped his blood and qi recover.

Wang Jiuling applied the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment to him, and Li Daoxuan endured the pain without uttering a sound.

This Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment is truly a miraculous medicine. As soon as it was applied, Li Daoxuan said he felt a slight soreness and numbness in his muscles and bones, as if the bones inside were moving.

Wang Daoqing, standing nearby, peered out and watched this scene with shock in his heart.

Is there really such a miraculous medicine?

These past few days, he had become increasingly distrustful of Wang Jiuling, thinking that the other party would not return, but unexpectedly, the other party actually brought back this miraculous medicine.

"Senior brother, don't worry. In two or three months at the shortest, or half a year at the longest, your legs will be able to walk again."

It will then gradually return to normal.

Wang Jiuling explained to Li Daoxuan and the other man that because the Vajra Sect practiced powerful external martial arts such as the Vajra Finger and Vajra Palm for many years, their disciples were prone to broken bones and tendons.

This Black Jade Broken Skin Ointment was created by them specifically to treat this kind of injury.

The natural effect is outstanding.

"Junior brother, you've been traveling all this way and helped me circulate my Qi, you must be tired. You should go and rest."

Li Daoxuan was overjoyed, relieved that he hadn't trusted the wrong person, and at the same time, he cared about Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling shook his head, saying that he would be setting off again for Wuduo Temple today.

"Since I promised them I would bring them the antidote, every extra day I delayed would put them at risk, so I decided not to stay any longer."

Wang Jiuling looked at Li Daoxuan.

"Senior brother, I'll come back after I've finished my business. By then..."

"Why don't you and Senior Brother Wang come back to the Central Plains with me?"

Wang Jiuling thought to himself that Qixia Temple had helped him a lot, and if he were to ask what he could leave behind to repay them, he really couldn't think of anything practical.

Considering that they have stayed here for twenty years, perhaps returning to the Central Plains would be the best way for them to repay this debt.

Li Daoxuan and Wang Daoqing were stunned when they heard this, and they exchanged a glance.

"Junior brother, you..."

Li Daoxuan opened his mouth as if to say something, but Wang Jiuling shook his head.

"Senior brother, I understand your concerns. Back then, Uncle Qiu allowed you to stay here, but I want to say..."

Rules are dead, people are alive.

Moreover, this matter is not something that violates morality or breaks the rules of the sect.

You have completed the task very well.

"Now that the relationship between the Mongol Empire and our Great Song Dynasty is becoming increasingly tense, the Western Regions are no longer suitable for you to stay."

"What we, the Quanzhen School, should do is to unite as one and work together as a cohesive unit."

Prepare for potential difficulties in the future.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I won't make things difficult for you. I will personally return to Zhongnan Mountain and explain to the sect leader!"

Wang Jiuling's words silenced Li Daoxuan and Wang Daoqing, with Wang Daoqing's surprise almost overflowing.

Returning to Zhongnan Mountain, returning to the Central Plains... This touched upon what Wang Daoqing had always resented and longed for the most.

Wang Daoqing had considered that Wang Jiuling would feign gratitude towards them, and he should have considered that Wang Jiuling would leave them money.

Wang Daoqing was already prepared; he would not accept Wang Jiuling's "charity."

He even planned to point his finger at Wang Jiuling and say, "Do you think we've been guarding this place just for this little bit of gold and silver?"

He had never imagined that Wang Jiuling would suggest taking them back to the Central Plains, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Li Daoxuan thought for a long time, neither refusing nor nodding. There was also a deep expectation in his eyes, but it was suppressed by hesitation.

"Junior brother, this matter is of great importance. Let your senior brother think about it. Besides... you still have two senior brothers traveling abroad..."

Wang Jiuling did not urge them to make a decision.

"No rush, Senior Brother. I still have some things to take care of. I'll return to the Central Plains next time I come back!"

"Senior brother, you should rest well. Junior brother needs to set off as soon as possible!"

After saying goodbye to the two, Wang Jiuling hurriedly left.

Seeing that Wang Jiuling had been traveling for days and then returned to infuse Li Daoxuan with true energy, his face was still showing signs of fatigue, and now he was in a hurry to fulfill his promise to save people.

Wang Daoqing thought to himself: He's not that bad, at least he's a trustworthy person.

My senior brother is such a trustworthy person.

Well, I guess I really did get a bit too angry...

"Senior brother, I'll go get you some hot water!"

...

Withered vines and old trees, yellow sand everywhere – this is the landscape of most parts of the Western Regions.

Wang Jiuling and his party were on their way to Wuduo Temple. Along the way, two monks in plain clothes were riding horses, which were wobbling a bit.

Upon further inquiry, they learned that they had been taking turns massaging Li Daoxuan these past few days and were quite tired.

"Layman, you don't need to worry about us. As long as we can deal with the Joyful Milarepa, we're willing to endure any hardship!"

"Besides, chanting scriptures can relieve our fatigue!"

Seeing the two monks being stubborn, Wang Jiuling was speechless and couldn't help but smile.

"Fellow Daoist, once we reach Beshbali, it will be time for us to part ways!"

Wei Tianwang turned to Wang Jiuling and said.

Wang Jiuling nodded. "If I have the time, I will certainly visit the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions!"

At this moment, Wei Tianwang suddenly remembered something, and he frowned slightly.

"By the way, fellow Daoist, I think we should dispose of the gold and silver treasures we found at the Vajra Gate."

"Staying there might not be a good thing for the people..."

Upon hearing this, everyone else exchanged bewildered glances.

Wei Tianwang noticed that the other people's expressions were strange, and he found it odd.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Jiuling narrowed his eyes. "You don't remember?"

Wei Tianwang shook his head. "Remember what?"

"Junior brother! We buried all that gold and silver treasure, didn't we? You really don't remember?"

Fang Tianlao frowned and spoke up, while Ma Guangzuo nodded in agreement.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?"

Now, Wei Tianwang was also a little confused. He slapped his forehead. "Hiss—! Now that you mention it, I think I vaguely remember?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It looks like it's buried!"

Ma Guangzuo patted Wei Tianwang on the shoulder.

"How can your memory be so bad at such a young age? Are you tired from chanting scriptures all day?"

Wei Tianwang felt a little embarrassed.

Wang Jiuling frowned deeply. He felt increasingly uneasy, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what was going on...

Throughout the rest of the journey, Wang Jiuling repeatedly tried to find something amiss with Wei Tianwang.

Even though Wang Jiuling used his true qi to heal Wei Tianwang's hidden injuries from his previous training, thanks to the healing effects of the Innate Skill and the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he still couldn't find the source of the injury.

...

On this day, Beshibali.

When Wang Jiuling and the others arrived, it was already dark, and they planned to go directly to Wuduo Temple to stay the night.

The night was deep, and the Wuduo Zen Monastery was located in a remote place. In addition, in this place where war had broken out, there were almost no pedestrians around at this time.

The group arrived at the gate of Wuduo Temple.

"Oh! We're finally here!"

Ma Guangzuo was exhausted and hurriedly knocked on the door. "Is anyone home? Is anyone home?"

Ma Guangzu knocked for a long time but no one answered, so he put his eyes to the crack in the door, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

The others led their horses closer.

After taking a few steps closer, Wang Jiuling suddenly stopped and signaled the others not to move.

He pulled the bewildered Ma Guangzuo back to his side.

Ma Guangzuo was still wondering. "Hey! Why is no one answering the door after knocking for so long?"

Wang Jiuling gestured for him to step back.

Because of his cultivation of the Innate Skill, Wang Jiuling's five senses were acutely acute. At that moment, he smelled the stench of blood, right behind that door...

Wang Jiuling stepped forward, slowly placed his hand on the door, and pushed it hard.

The wooden bearings made an unpleasant creaking sound.

The door opened slightly from the middle.

Just then, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its hazy light shining on the door.

Behind the gap, an eye stared, its gaze meeting Wang Jiuling's.