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

The crack widened and grew larger, eventually becoming wide enough for one person to pass through, and a faint breeze blew through it, carrying the scent of dampness and earth.

Wang Jiuling stopped speaking and jumped down, and the group arrived at the crack.

Wang Jiuling looked into the dim interior, took out a tinderbox, blew on it, and flicked it with his finger.

The fire extinguisher went straight into the crack.

Even after flying far away, Wang Jiuling could still see a faint light.

This means that it is well-ventilated inside.

"Amitabha! Layman, once you enter this Silent Valley, if the mechanism is accidentally closed, someone from the outside must open it to get out."

"If they all go in, it would be bad if something went wrong!"

One of the monks in plain clothes volunteered to stay behind, and after thinking about it, Wang Jiuling decided to have Ma Guangzuo stay behind as well to help out.

He and another monk led Qiu Qianren and Huanxi Miler inside.

The two lit torches and entered the crevice.

The air inside the crevice was very humid and lingered for a long time, so everyone had to change their torches along the way.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the wind in front of us became stronger and stronger, and the torchlight flickered constantly.

Moonlight streamed in.

Wang Jiuling stepped out of the crevice and felt a sudden opening up before him.

The valley was vast and open, covered with tall vegetation, and the distant mountain shadows were layered upon each other.

The bright moon hangs high, its silvery light shining down. Looking down in the moonlight, one can see a huge lake in the center of the valley.

The lake reflected the moonlight, its surface shimmering and sparkling, seemingly spotless.

It's like a fairyland.

On the lakeside, three figures sat cross-legged in the distance. Wang Jiuling spotted them immediately and quickly walked towards them.

"Grandmaster!"

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Patriarch Chongyang, Master Yideng, and an old monk with sparse stubble on his head.

Patriarch Chongyang sat upright, focused on his inner self, with his eyes closed. Even when Wang Jiuling approached, he did not react.

Wang Jiuling was just about to reach out and touch it when he suddenly realized something.

At this moment, the patriarch was in such good condition.

His breathing was even, his lips were rosy, and he seemed to be surrounded by a pure aura.

Wang Jiuling stopped what he was doing, not in a hurry, but looked at Master Yideng beside him.

Master Yideng also had his eyes closed, remained motionless, and was breathing slowly with pale lips.

Wang Jiuling touched him lightly and found that Master Yideng's body temperature was slightly low, but still within the normal range.

The art of tortoise breathing.

Wang Jiuling immediately understood.

Looking at the unnamed old monk next to Master Yideng, one can imagine that he is Master Fachuang.

only...

Although Fazhuang was also sitting cross-legged on the ground at this moment, he had already lost all breath.

Even the aged skin had a grayish tinge, and if you got closer, you could smell an unpleasant odor.

He's already dead.

The monk in plain clothes knelt before his master, bowed his head, and clasped his hands together with trembling hands.

"Master..."

Qiu Qianren and Huanxi Miller, who had just been acupunctured, were now making hoarse noises.

Wang Jiuling glanced at them, ignored them, and quickly walked behind Master Yideng, placing his hands on his back and channeling his true energy into him.

Master Yideng's breathing began to become deep and heavy, and the color in his face returned somewhat.

He slowly opened his eyes, but his gaze was cloudy.

Wang Jiuling immediately fetched clean water and fed it to him, while continuing to channel his inner energy into him.

After a long while, a soft cough was heard.

"Cough cough..."

"Amitabha..."

"Master!" Wang Jiuling breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to Master Yideng.

Master Yideng gave a faint smile when he saw Wang Jiuling in front of him.

"Young friend, you've arrived..."

"Master, are you injured?" Wang Jiuling was very worried about Master Yideng's condition, but Master Yideng shook his head, indicating that he was not in any danger.

He turned to look at Patriarch Chongyang.

Then he looked at the corpse of Master Fazhuang beside him, put his hands together, and sighed softly.

"Master, what exactly is going on? The patriarch..." Wang Jiuling looked at all this, his heart filled with questions.

Master Yideng smiled and shook his head.

"Fellow Daoist, don't worry, Master Chongyang is fine, he will wake up."

He then began to explain to Wang Jiuling.

Master Yideng turned to look at Master Fachuang, his expression filled with emotion.

"Back then, I investigated all the way..."

Just as Wang Jiuling knew, it was too late when Master Yideng realized he had been used by the Vajra Sect.

Joyful Milarepa found Dharma Banner Master and Wang Chongyang.

Master Yideng repelled the Vajra Sect members, but was ambushed and injured by Huanxi Milarepa.

In addition, when Wang Chongyang met Master Yideng, he suddenly went mad and severely injured Master Fachuang.

When Master Yideng saw that Master Fachuang did not retaliate, he realized that Master Fachuang might not have any malicious intent.

So he made a choice and fled with Master Fachuang and Wang Chongyang.

The situation was very critical.

After Wang Chongyang injured Master Fazhuang, he became confused and disoriented again, making it dangerous enough for Master Yideng to be with just two people.

Unfortunately, Qiu Qianren was of no help.

During the chase, in a moment of desperation, they could only let Qiu Qianren take the opportunity to escape.

Finally, guided by the Dharma Banner, we circled around for a long time before finally arriving at the Silent Valley, and then entered.

"Amitabha, it was my fault, I was used by the Joyful Milarepa."

Master Yideng slowly shook his head.

"To enter this Silent Valley, you can only wait until the fifteenth of each month."

"Master Fachuang instructed his disciple to bring together people from the Joyful Milarepa and the Vajra Gate, intending to bring Master Chongyang himself."

"Once you enter the Valley of Silence, you will never find Joy Miller again."

"Unexpectedly, I found him on the way. When Master Chongyang saw me, he went mad and seriously injured Master Fazhuang."

"Master, what exactly happened to the Patriarch?" Wang Jiuling asked, looking at Patriarch Chongyang.

Master Yideng continued to explain to him.

Wang Chongyang was truly a genius back then. He had mastered the Innate Skill, but he felt it was not perfect and only foresaw that his lifespan might not be long.

Or rather, there is a life-threatening ordeal to overcome.

Of the three treasures of the human body—essence, energy, and spirit—spirit is the most important, yet also the most difficult to cultivate.

Especially after mastering the Innate Skill, one's essence, energy, and spirit become completely unified, as solid as a rock. If one wants to make further progress, one can only rely on slowly nurturing one's mind and spirit, which would take countless years to achieve.

At least Wang Chongyang felt that he didn't have time.

At this time, he was traveling in the Western Regions when he was ambushed by Huanxi Mila and planted with the Unknowing Mother Worm.

This insect is truly amazing; it can even touch the spirit of Wang Chongyang.

Wang Chongyang knew this was actually an opportunity.

How could a grandmaster of his generation be afraid of this?

At that time, the monk Fazhuang felt guilty, but unexpectedly Wang Chongyang saw it as an opportunity, so he went along with it and helped Wang Chongyang.

When Wang Chongyang first tried to use the insects, he went mad and injured the Dharma Banner. He knew that if he allowed the insects to devour his wisdom, his body would suffer.

But without destruction, there can be no construction; progress is impossible without trials and tribulations.

The two conducted several experiments, recording the problems that would occur when the innate skill was damaged.

Of course, Wang Chongyang was unaware of the concept of split personality; the ancients referred to it more as "inner demons."

That's why Wang Chongyang is considered the greatest in the world.

Others avoid their inner demons like the plague, instinctively hiding from them.

Wang Chongyang, however, was thinking of "slaying"—slaying the inner demons to make people more pure.

The Innate Skill was never just a simple martial art, and Wang Chongyang always valued the Dao rather than martial arts.

If you want to slay your inner demons, simply hiding won't do any good.