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

Zhongnan Mountain.

"Master, this disciple... is unwilling!"

Wang Jiuling looked up and stared firmly at Wang Chongyang, which startled Wang Chongyang.

"Oh? Why?"

Wang Jiuling's gaze seemed to pierce through the night, looking into the distance.

"Humans are born with seven emotions and six desires. Practicing martial arts is not the goal, but the process, the means!"

"Whether for family, for country, or even for the joy of wandering the martial world, this is the fundamental reason why we learn martial arts."

"If one were to relinquish all so-called obsessions simply because of martial arts training, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?"

"Even if you eventually master it, what's the point? It would be better to live in seclusion in the mountains from the beginning, detached from worldly affairs, thus saving yourself from suffering."

"Master, I cannot let go."

If one truly lets go, there's no need to practice martial arts anymore.

After saying this, Wang Jiuling sighed and fell silent; these were his true feelings.

They thought Wang Chongyang would be unhappy, but to their surprise, Wang Chongyang actually laughed.

"Hahaha! Kid, after teaching you martial arts for so long, today you've finally satisfied me!"

He stood up, walked to the edge of the cliff, and slowly began to speak...

"you're right!"

"The Innate Skill should not be merely a means for us to reach a higher level of martial arts."

"This is a process, a means, not an end!"

"If you abandon everything for a martial art, then you become a puppet of that martial art!"

Wang Chongyang turned around, and this time, the admiration in his eyes was no longer hidden, but also tinged with teasing.

"You're good, you're very good!"

"Let me tell you the truth, if you're willing to disregard everything for the Innate Skill today, then I will definitely eliminate you!"

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the moonlight shone down again. Wang Chongyang spoke calmly.

"Starting tonight, I will teach you the second level of the Innate Skill!"

A smile also appeared on Wang Jiuling's face. This conversation had made him feel refreshed, as if a mirror had been wiped clean. "Disciple thanks the Ancestral Master for bestowing the Dharma!"

Wang Chongyang's voice was still old, but even more earnest:

"The second level of the Innate Skill is to refine Qi into Spirit and open up the eight extraordinary meridians..."

A small town in Jiangnan.

The dark clouds dispersed, and moonlight streamed down. Looking at the moonlight, Cheng Ying's unease slowly dissipated...

...

From that day on, Wang Jiuling went to Wang Chongyang every night to practice the Innate Skill.

Wang Chongyang seemed to have placed more trust in Wang Jiuling, even personally guiding him in tactical training, much like Wang Chuyi had done.

Wang Jiuling's progress was extremely rapid.

Quanzhen Swordplay, Great Subduing Demon Fist, Innate Skill...

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were also secretly observing Wang Jiuling's changes, only to see that his aura was becoming more and more refined, and his martial arts were improving by leaps and bounds.

They could only sigh that Master Yideng had not lied to them that day; this child had indeed received the true teachings of the patriarch.

As the days went by, even Wang Chuyi began to wonder about the extent of Wang Jiuling's strength.

Wang Jiuling's original residence was never properly "renovated," and the entire Quanzhen School accepted the fact that Wang Jiuling lived near Chongyang Palace.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Wang Jiuling also began to have many followers.

Most of them are fourth-generation disciples, and those from the third generation who don't have much of a future.

However, Wang Jiuling himself lived a secluded life and did not spend his days with his followers.

Zhao Zhijing suddenly became well-behaved and stopped opposing Wang Jiuling.

But Wang Jiuling understood that the guy was very petty and probably harbored some resentment.

However, Wang Jiuling was not afraid of him.

And so, more than half a year passed.

On this day, on the western side of Zhongnan Mountain, at the front.

As the first rays of the rising sun greeted him, Wang Jiuling completed the grand circulation of his innate true energy.

He exhaled a wisp of white breath and slowly opened his eyes.

As he moved, the vast innate true energy that had been surrounding him began to recede into his body.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling exuded a powerful and upright aura, his eyes seemed to gleam with precious light, and his handsome face appeared even more mature. As he stood up, his sleeves fluttered without wind, making him seem like an immortal descending to earth.

Under Wang Chongyang's daily personal instruction, his innate skill had almost reached a minor level of mastery.

With his innate true energy being incredibly abundant, this extremely powerful and yang martial art made Wang Jiuling appear like a peerless sword simply by standing there.

Wang Chongyang left before dawn, and Wang Jiuling, being used to it, didn't pay any attention.

"I wonder what level my martial arts skills have reached now?"

Wang Jiuling was secretly curious.

The biggest difference between the Innate Skill and other martial arts is that it improves the practitioner's skills at an alarmingly rapid pace in the early stages.

The difficulty increases exponentially as you progress through the training.

He has been training for about a year now, and has almost smoothly passed through the fastest early stage.

Wang Jiuling was preparing to go back to Wang Chuyi and have him confess.

He had just left his secluded place when he encountered a fourth-generation disciple on the road, who was also one of his followers.

"Uncle-Master! Our Grandmaster Master requests your presence at Chongyang Palace!"

Judging from the appearance, this disciple probably wanted to report to Wang Jiuling a long time ago, but was stopped by the disciples guarding the mountain from approaching Wang Jiuling's cultivation place.

"Okay! I understand!"

Wang Jiuling quickly descended the mountain and arrived at Chongyang Palace, where Ma Yu was already waiting.

"Jiuling! You've come at just the right time!"

Ma Yu's eyes lit up the moment she saw Wang Jiuling.

Compared to a month ago, Wang Jiuling's demeanor has improved even further, which surprised him.

"Greetings, Master!"

Wang Jiuling bowed, then looked at another person on the side.

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

This is Zhen Zhibing. The other party returned the greeting, showing great politeness.

"Junior brother!"

Wang Jiuling was mentally assessing how his current martial arts skills compared to Zhen Zhibing's when he heard Ma Yu say:

"Jiuling! I've called you here today because I have a task for you!"

Oh I see.

Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy, spread rumors in the martial arts world that a fairy from the ancient tomb in Zhongnan Mountain would hold a martial arts contest to find a husband on her birthday.

If he wins, he can marry the fairy and possess countless treasures in the ancient tomb.

This attracted a large number of people from all walks of life to Zhongnan Mountain, all wanting to get close to her.

Firstly, these people were disturbing the peace of the Quanzhen Sect; secondly, the Quanzhen Sect and the Ancient Tomb Sect had a deep connection, and Ma Yu thought he should help the Ancient Tomb Sect.

But this is ultimately a matter within the Ancient Tomb Sect, so we still need to communicate with the Ancient Tomb Sect.

Originally, only Zhen Zhibing was to be sent, but Wang Chuyi felt that it was not good for Wang Jiuling to only know how to cultivate all day long, and that he should go out for a walk.

So they simply asked Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing to go together.

"Jiuling, you and your senior brother should go to the back mountain as soon as possible!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiuling immediately recalled the plot: a martial arts contest to choose a husband? Does this mean that Huo Du will cause a ruckus at the Quanzhen Sect?

Thinking about this, Wang Jiuling felt that he should remind Ma Yu, but he couldn't directly mention the Mongols.

Wang Jiuling hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Uncle-Master, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should."

Ma Yu nodded.

"Please feel free to speak."

Wang Jiuling looked worried: "Those people who came for the ancient tomb are all sorts of people, a mixed bag."

This disciple is worried that if someone takes advantage of the situation, they might use this opportunity to harm the Quanzhen Sect…

That was all Wang Jiuling could say. Ma Yu paused, thought for a moment, and then nodded.

"Good! That's thoughtful of you. I'll keep that in mind!"

"Go quickly!"